They didn't know why Gong Yuandu was laughing.

Zhou Jifeng decisively ordered: "Retreat." ”

The crowd stepped back into the barrier.

Pan Zhong looked up at the power of the barrier.

I was worried.

The power of the barrier is unimaginably weak...... In the face of a strong man like Gong Yuandu, can you bear it?

Zhou Jifeng and Pan Chong knew that they couldn't stop such a master, so they made this decision and retreated to the barrier.

however

The coffin crossed the barrier as if it had entered no man's land, and entered the interior of Jinting Mountain.

The barrier is okay...... And there are no fluctuations.

"This ......"

They can't understand it.

The coffin continued to hover over the heads of the crowd, staring at them as if they had a pair of eyes.

Pan Zhong saw the lines under the coffin.

Surprised: "Formation pattern?"

This is no ordinary coffin.

Otherwise, how could they survive years in the ruins of the sword without being eroded and corrupted?

The surface of the coffin is very smooth, and the lines are all underneath.

Gong Yuandu's hoarse voice sounded: "The afterlife is terrifying......"

"Gong, old-timer...... You, you'd better come back another day, ......" Zhou Jifeng pulled out his long sword and made a fighting look.

"Divine Court? hehe...... Hehe......"

The laughter shows that Gong Yuan didn't take him seriously.

After all, he is a kendo genius in the Northern Capital.

Call!

The coffin swoops down!

At the same time, everyone sacrificed their vitality, and their anger was full of energy.

Bang!

The black coffin suddenly shattered everyone's anger.

Zhou Jifeng, Pan Chong, and all the female cultivators staggered back at the same time.

Vulnerable.

There is no need for more strength to show, it is enough to prove that Gong Yuandu in this coffin has the cultivation of the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm at the very least.

The Divine Court is the Divine Court after all.

Even if it is a hundred divine courts, it is not worth one primordial god.

However, the coffin did not kill the hand.

After defeating Gang Qi, the coffin was suspended behind everyone, and he said in a low voice: "Lead the way." ”

It was at this time that-

A female cultivator on the mountain swept down and said in a loud voice, "Elder Hua has an order to let the old man go up the mountain." ”

......

Demon Heaven Pavilion, in front of the main hall.

Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Hua Wudao stood in front, Duanmu Sheng, and Little Kite were on the left and right. The others are all listed behind them.

The coffin was suspended in front of everyone.

Confront each other.

When they really saw this coffin with their own eyes, Leng Luo and Pan Litian glanced at each other and shook their heads secretly.

The world is full of wonders.

Although they are all well-informed old-timers, it is the first time they have seen such a strange story.

Hehe, a coffin to find trouble...... Do you believe it?

There was silence for a long time.

In the coffin, he spoke: "Where is Brother Ji?"

Leng Luo replied, "The Pavilion Master is in retreat. ”

He's also very calm.

After all, they are all old foxes who have lived a handful of years, and they both know what the other is thinking. At this time, there is no point in playing that kind of cautious eye that does not enter the stream, it is better to be honest.

"Retreat?" Gong Yuandu's voice was low and confused.

"Since the return of the Sword Ruins, the Pavilion Master has been in retreat. Don't you believe it?" said Pan Litian.

The coffin moved from side to side.

Around the coffin, there are noticeable fluctuations in vitality.

Ripple in all directions......

Immediately after, those energies were gone.

One end of the coffin, towards the middle of Leng Luo and Pan Litian, was suspended in a stagnation.

"Who are you?"

This question is the two of them.

Leng Luo didn't hide it either, and said, "Leng Luo." ”

Pan Litian said: "Old decay ......" He wanted to say that his name was Pan Litian, but he suddenly stopped, remembered all the things of the Pure Ming Dao, and changed his words, "The old decay is just a beggar, not worth mentioning." ”

Gong Yuandu said:

"Leng Luo, if you count it, you should be a master on the black list three hundred years ago...... As for you, hehe, when did Brother Ji become so benevolent and righteous that even a beggar would take him in?"

"The pavilion master is kind-hearted, and the old man voluntarily stays. ”

"Fun, funny ......"

Gong Yuandu was really the first time he heard that someone would praise Ji Tiandao in front of him.

This is rare in the world.

I'm used to scolding, I'm tired of listening to denunciation, and suddenly someone praises, it's really a little unaccustomed.

"Gong Yuandu...... If you want to challenge the Pavilion Master, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. Leng Luo said.

Everyone looked at Leng Luo.

He does have this qualification, and he calls Gong Yuandu's name directly.

Including Pan Litian next to him.

"Huh?"

"I've entered the Demon Heavenly Pavilion. Leng Luo's words were amazing.

Gong Yuan was silent.

Although he was hiding in the coffin, it was clear that he was thinking about something.

After a moment, Gong Yuandu's voice slowly came out of the coffin: "Leng Luo, you are injured, you don't have to scare me anymore." As for the old beggar, although the flow of qi in your body is weak, you are a person who has been tempered a thousand times...... It's a pity that with your current cultivation, it is impossible to defeat me. ”

As soon as this statement came out.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian glanced at each other again.

Others were surprised.

It stands to reason.

A master of tricks, good at hiding his cultivation aura.

How did Gong Yuan do it?

Leng Luo recalled the fluctuation of vitality surging out from the bottom of the coffin just now...... said: "You have some means. ”

"Prizes. ”

"The kendo genius of the Northern Capital, Gong Yuandu, is already nine hundred years old when he thinks about it...... If you're okay, why don't you come with a coffin?" Leng Luo said.

This conversation came down.

Both sides fell silent.

Gong Yuandu came with a coffin, and the purpose was obvious, that is, to prepare for death.

If he was really in his prime, how could he be afraid of death?

Hehe.

Hehehe.

Laughter rang out again in the coffin -

"My life...... There are only two regrets......"

"One, it failed to solve the problem of life limit. ”

"Second, I failed to defeat Brother Ji. ”

"Unfortunately, my time is short. If you can satisfy your regrets, you will die. ”

Leng Luo said, "If you want to win the pavilion master...... That's going to have to get past me first. ”

"And decay. ”

"And me. ”

"And me. ”

Duanmusheng and Little Kite spoke in unison.

Pan Chong, Zhou Jifeng, and the female cultivators pulled out their long swords together.

This battle is not small.

Gong Yuandu sighed with emotion:

"A new generation replaces the old...... Good, good......"

After speaking, a strange black gas rose around the coffin.

This is not a signal of attack.

Rather, the symbols carved around the coffin slowly faded.

Gong Yuandu seems to be taking the initiative to weaken his strength.

The crowd looked puzzled.

Which one is this singing?

The coffin also slowly fell to the ground at this time.

Seeing this, Leng Luo had basically determined that Gong Yuandu's cultivation had declined seriously.

said: "With your current cultivation, I'm afraid that even Elder Hua's Liuhe Dao Seal can't be broken." How else can you fight the Pavilion Master?"

All eyes were on the coffin.

Cultivation has dropped so much, running here, isn't that sending you to death?

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Wudao arched his hand: "The younger generation is not talented, and Yunzong Hua has no way." ”

After landing on the ground, the coffin suddenly stood upward.

Bang!

The lower side of the coffin faces everyone.

The lines at the bottom fade again.

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