c_t; After shooting a huge hole in the ground, the fire unicorn head in the sky did not look back. Everyone gradually came back to their senses, gray-headed, and looked at the black dragon pattern golden coffin.

"There is an emperor's aura around the coffin, it must be the emperor's tomb!" Many monks looked excited, and the tomb of Emperor Yan was close to the end of the day, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva secretly, and if they got a little benefit from it at will, it might be a great creation of urban special forces conad;

The ancient coffin was silent, there was no murderous intent flowing, it was natural, and it didn't seem to have any offensive reads;

"It seems to be calm, but it may be choppy inside, so it's better to be cautious. ”

"I think you guys are too careful, Emperor Yan has been sitting in the world for an unknown number of thousands of years, and the source is difficult to trace, can his coffin still kill people?" An unknown immortal monk said casually, but he said so, but people have never acted rashly, obviously still holding a jealous heart.

"This coffin has the artistic conception of the ancient fairy wind, and it seems that it is about to become an immortal, and it should not be an evil thing. ”

"Hehe, if the resting person in the coffin is indeed Emperor Yan, then there is no need to be afraid, but who is sure of this thing?

"This ......"

The monks were so skeptical that they did not dare to make a conclusion.

Wu Heng has a thousand miles of shuttle in his hand, he can attack and retreat, once the coffin is not in danger, he will arrive close in an instant, and if there is a crisis, he can also escape.

"Bang!"

A piece of rubble struck the lid of the black dragon-patterned ancient gold coffin, making a crisp crashing sound.

Most people were shocked by this kind of behavior, the existence lying in the coffin was probably Emperor Yan, this kind of behavior was really bold and disrespectful. Read the full text of the latest chapter

The one who hit the ancient coffin with the gravel was a Protoss monk, about thirty years old, with a lofty appearance, and he didn't care about the angry eyes of some humans looking at him, not only did he not care, but instead sneered, squinted at the people around him and sneered: "A group of hypocritical people, since they have all entered the tomb of Emperor Yan, they are already disrespectful to Emperor Yan, why bother to act here?"

"You!"

"Bold!"

Many monks in the fairy realm brushed out the immortal veins, with a righteous and awe-inspiring color. t/

"Hehe, since you respect Emperor Yan so much, why don't you just retreat, the treasures inside will be divided among my god clans;. The Protoss monk was indifferent, not caring at all about the murderous intent that was flooding him.

The fairy domain chose to be silent, they were naturally entangled in their hearts, Emperor Yan was one of the ancestors of mankind, even if the treasures here were inherited, they should be inherited by the human race, but whoever went to open the coffin was a great disrespect to Emperor Yan!

"Hmph, Emperor Yan is one of the ancestors of the human race, and his old man's things should naturally be passed on to my human race, we are right, you Immortal Domain and Demon Domain should leave early!" a sharp-tongued young monk shot back.

All three parties had an argument, but they didn't really make a move, just a tense confrontation.

Many monks were playing their own little tricks in their hearts, and they observed very carefully, but they did not react at all when they saw that the black coffin was thrown stones, and they were basically sure that the coffin was safe.

"Such a disrespectful behavior can be tolerated, and the big people in it must have really died. The Terran side speculated.

Everyone was very cautious, and one monk made a more outrageous move in order to further verify it, and actually took out a basin of dog blood to splash the ancient coffin. The black dragon pattern gold was dyed with a layer of dark red for a while, full of fishy smell, and it was still very quiet, and there was no act of fighting back.

"Can you bear this?"

"It seems that we are indeed suspicious, and this coffin does not possess the latest chapter of the offensive dragon blood god of war. ”

"Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, and then try and tempt!"

Immediately afterwards, many monks around him began to try to "provoke" the coffin in some provocative ways.

Many of the big people in the crowd who suppressed cultivation frowned, it was really not good to do this, if it was really the tomb of Emperor Yan, they would all become unfilial descendants. However, they all acquiesced to all this, because they were driven by interests, and as long as there were interests, they could turn a blind eye even if things went against their will!

Wu Heng has been quietly observing from the periphery, and has experienced too many corpses and corpses, which has made his personality more and more calm and composed, more and more forbearing, and much more cautious than ordinary people in the face of everything.

"I always feel that the ancient coffin is not simple, is it too much to think about?" he said to himself, lying in the dense grass, with the occasional bee and butterfly resting on his body, he remained motionless, and became one with nature.

It's still the same sentence, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years!

After many outrageous tests, some of the monks were ready to move, slowly approaching within a mile of the ancient coffin.

The big man who hid in the secret and suppressed the cultivation began to hide it, and he slowly approached the front, but he had a lot of experience in the past, and he was cunning and cunning, and he would never come out as a bird, just in the rear.

"Knock knock!"

A bold monk jumped onto the black dragon pattern golden ancient coffin, and tapped the lid of the coffin with his fingers, the wooden sound was crisp and pleasant, it was indeed a rare 10,000-year-old blood dragon wood.

"Haha, first-come, first-served, you are all as timid as a mouse, and I will take it!" The bold monk let out a laugh, and the six immortal veins flashed out of his back, obviously he had strength, how could he dare to be that bird without strength!

However, the bold monk was just about to put the ancient coffin into the storage vessel and flee the scene, the pupils of his eyes had frozen, and he had lost half of his charm, and a thin blood mark appeared in his throat, which seemed to be pierced by a silver thread, and there was no blood bursting out, and he fell directly on the coffin lid, and soon there was no life.

"The powerhouse of the Six Immortal Veins was directly killed in a silent instant, and there is indeed an immortal existence in this team who has suppressed the cultivation!" Wu Heng's eyes were solemn, and in the chaos, even he didn't observe who made the move.

Using a thin silver thread to penetrate the throat of the Six Immortal Vein cultivators, the method is very subtle and very vicious. Generally speaking, it should be able to survive when the throat of the Fengshen Realm is penetrated, but the monk will soon be destroyed, and there must be something hidden inside.

"Something is wrong, why is it a dried corpse?" Wu Heng's pupils contracted violently, and he saw that the monk's skin and flesh on the lid of the black dragon pattern ancient gold coffin a few miles away were completely gone, and he turned into a blackened dried corpse, looking hideous and terrifying.

He felt more and more evil, was the silver thread poisonous, or was there something else?

"Boom!"

The scuffle at the scene was about to break out, and in an instant, three monks had fallen, all of whom were closest to the ancient coffin.

If you want to think of the ancient coffin, you have to risk being bombarded by the concentration of vitality, the main reason is that the temptation of the ancient coffin is too great, everyone wants to play a game, if the game is successful, you will definitely get a big opportunity to become the overlord of a domain, if the game is not successful, it is a death.

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