The last time Lu Fan saw her, he was in the temple hall, next to the girl in black who was competing with Dongfang Yanran for the black short sword.

Now, she was lying in the bronze coffin.

Is Wan Taklin the Duke?

Or is the Duke always Antacle?

"Where is that woman?"

Lu Fan turned around and looked behind him, squatting in the hall and hundreds of cultivators were densely packed with them.

"She doesn't seem to be here."

Dongfang Yanran seemed to remember this woman, and her eyes swept across the crowd, but she did not see her figure.

"Is this a game in the middle?"

Lu Fan's face suddenly looked a little unfair. If this bronze coffin was the key to the Duke of the Palace to absorb the essence and blood of these cultivators, then the appearance of Wan Taklin here is tantamount to occupying the nest.

If it weren't for him and Dongfang Yanran who wanted to save Grandma Meng, they would open the bronze coffin.

So everything the Holy Temple does here is equivalent to making wedding dresses for Wan Taklin. While they set up a shocking situation on the island, they did not know that they were also surrounded by a large black net.

"What should I do? Is this woman still in charge?"

Dongfang Yanran looked at Lu Fan: "It's still time for us to take Grandma Meng away now, but I don't know what happened to this woman. The girl in black who came with her gave me a very dangerous feeling. If she was allowed to stand opposite us now, it would be extremely unfavorable to us."

"No matter what, Wan Taklin seems to have broken up with the Holy Temple and defected to that mysterious woman."

“It has nothing to do with us for the time being.”

"Leave this island alive before talking about it. They have informed the maritime forces to surround the island in all directions. If they don't leave now, there will be no chance."

Lu Fan bent down and stretched out his hand, lifting Grandma Meng out of the bronze coffin.

But the moment he got up.

"Bang!"

The big hand, which had been like a dead grass, suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Lu Fan was suddenly shocked and saw that Wan Taklin, who had been closing his eyes tightly, opened his eyes, and his pair of mung bean-like eyes were staring at him without moving.

"Don't move, she's conditioned reflex."

"A man is dead and cannot survive."

When Dongfang Yanran saw that Lu Fan was about to take action, she hurriedly spoke.

Lu Fan was also slightly stunned. Wan Taklin was indeed dead. She was still alive when she was with the girl before, but now she has turned into a cold corpse.

She also became a victim before the great waves came. She did not die in the air crash, but died at the hands of a woman.

Lu Fan tried to break free from Wan Taklin's finger, but after trying a few times, she found that her hands were tightly locked on her wrist like pliers, without any loosening.

"I'll do it."

Dongfang Yanran walked over, reached out and grabbed Wan Taklin's five fingers, then exerted force, and struggled for several seconds before she broke Wan Taklin's five fingers apart, allowing Lu Fan to come out.

"It seems that she had too deep resentment towards you before she died. Even if she became like this, she could recognize your breath and want to seek revenge on you."

Dongfang Yanran sighed softly, she also knew a little about the grudge between Lu Fan and Wan Taklin.

Salamon, the largest sacrificial master in Southeast Asia, was wiped out, and Wan Taklin almost died in an air crash.
Chapter completed!