"Hey, this is ......"

Ling Xian's eyes widened, and he found that at the end of the passage, there was actually a closed stone room. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

No, it is more suitable to say that the tomb is more suitable, the whole scene is gloomy, and the area is extremely wide, and there are hundreds of zhang.

There was nothing else in the burial chamber except for a large coffin, which stood out and was parked in the middle of the burial chamber.

On the walls of the burial chamber, there were several torches, and the turquoise flames made the place more and more gloomy.

Rao was the city of Ling Xian, and his face couldn't help but show a little surprise, he had imagined the danger that might be encountered at the end of this passage, but he never thought that it would be such a scene.

The Ancient Tomb, what's going on?

Ling Xian's gaze couldn't help but fall on the coffin in front of him.

Secrets, will they be hidden there?

If it were a mortal, when he encountered this kind of scene, he would probably be frightened, and it would be impossible to fight the idea of the coffin.

However, Ling Xian is different, he is an immortal cultivator, not to mention that the tomb will not be in his eyes, even if there are demons and monsters, he still has the ability to subdue demons and subdue demons.

In other words, Ling Xian is not afraid, the so-called art masters are bold!

......

So Ling Xian took a step forward and walked over as if in front.

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, a voice came to his ears, as if it was beating a drum, Ling Xian was taken aback, and hurriedly stopped, looking around.

Soon, he determined the source of the sound, which was on the other side of the coffin.

No, to be precise, inside the coffin, someone is knocking on the coffin.

Woo......

I don't know if it's a coincidence, at this moment, a gust of yin wind blew, and the whole body was cold, but Ling Xian laughed instead, and there was a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to see which guy was pretending to be a ghost here.

As an immortal cultivator, Ling Xian was not frightened, not to mention that the environment was a bit gloomy, even if it was a netherworld mansion, he also had the courage to break through.

"Knock, knock......"

Inside the coffin, there were a few more knocks, and of course it was impossible for Ling Xian not to be vigilant, the surface of the Qianjiao Knife had already lit up, and it was ready to launch an overwhelming attack at any time.

Rumble!

Another loud bang came to the ears, but this time, the entire coffin lid flew up directly, flying dozens of feet high, and then slammed down to the floor.

Ling Xian's heart was shocked, and the spirit in his eyes skyrocketed, but he still didn't act rashly.

Not to mention anything else, this courage and courage alone are admirable.

The wind howled, and a figure sat up from the coffin.

Corpse?

A thought flashed through Ling Xian's mind, in this case, what is it that is not a zombie?

And the strength of the other party is probably not trivial.

As soon as this thought turned, Ling Xian no longer hesitated, and the Qianjiao Knife made a big fuss, crackling and getting the sound to reach his ears, and the surface was even haunted by circles of electric arcs.

As the saying goes, the brine points tofu, one thing drops one thing, Ling Xian was afraid that this 10,000-year-old corpse would not be easy to deal with, so he not only sacrificed the Qianjiao Knife, but at the same time, it also inspired the Xuantian God Thunder.

For these demons and demons, this supernatural power can just be like a bamboo.

Rumble!

The next moment, the sharp light was dazzling, and the Qianjiao knife was mixed with an indomitable momentum and arc, and it had slashed fiercely.

Preemptive!

In his eagerness, Ling Xian didn't even have time to check the strength of this 10,000-year-old corpse, but with the power of his natal magic weapon, he could make him drink a pot.

At one point, Ling Xian was full of confidence, and the Fire Phoenix Sword was about to be sacrificed, but at this moment, there was a scene that made his face change greatly.

In the face of his earth-shattering blow, the ancient corpse's face was not afraid, and he raised his right hand lightly, the light in his palm was swallowed, and then he greeted it with his bare hands like a thousand knives.

It's really self-inflicted, you can't live, the corners of Ling Xian's mouth showed a hint of ridicule.

That's right, the flesh of zombie monsters, generally speaking, is extremely hard, invulnerable, invulnerable, and powerful, so this kind of monster is very difficult to deal with.

But so what, his own Qianjiao knife is not measured by common sense.

If you can't cut it, it's just that, once it's chopped, it's just a zombie, so what's it?

This blow had to hit him hard, and Ling Xian was already full of confidence.

But then, something happened that he couldn't believe.

The sound of gold and iron echoing came to his ears, and the Thousand Jiao Dao paused in mid-air.

Is there any mistake, the other party really caught his natal magic weapon with his bare hands...... No, it's not just to catch it, as soon as the Qianjiao knife misses, I want to retreat, but it's too late, the opponent's palm actually contains a powerful suction, imprisoning the Qianjiao knife and making it unable to move.

Ling Xian's face changed wildly, miscalculated, what level of monster is the other party, how can the strength be so outrageous, his own supernatural powers are known in his heart, and he takes his natal treasure with his bare hands, even if it is an old monster in the late stage of Tongxuan, he will never have this ability.

Is it the Tribulation Period?

One terrifying possibility after another popped into Ling Xian's mind, albeit a little incredible.

But this explanation seems to be the only plausible.

This is not nonsense, only an old monster at the level of the Tribulation can take over his natal treasure with his bare hands.

Could it be the monster that wiped out all the Feather Sect monks?

After so many years, the other party is still here?

One thought after another popped up in his mind, Ling Xian's face became more and more pale, and now he had no time to investigate, the top priority was how to escape from this terrible tomb.

Qianjiao knife was imprisoned by the other party, but this treasure is full of spirituality, naturally unwilling to be bound, like a dragon struggling, but it is useless at all, the power of the imprisonment is too strong, just like a small insect that falls into a spider's web, the more it struggles, the more useless it is, but it is more and more tightly wrapped by the spider web.

This situation Ling Xian also sensed clearly through the connection of his divine sense, and his face turned pale, but he didn't hesitate much and left from here.

A strong man breaks his wrist!

Ling Xian was reluctant to lose his natal treasure, and he also understood what it meant, but there were priorities, and the enemy was really more terrifying than he imagined.

It is impossible for him to regain the natal treasure, so it is better to give up, otherwise if even the little life is buried here, what is the point of saying the magic treasure.

Of course, the truth is that this is true, this determination is actually not so easy to make, Ling Xian made a choice, but in fact, his heart seemed to be almost like a drop of blood.

The whole process was like lightning and fire, but Ling Xian's action to escape was still too late.

With a flash of brilliance, a gray-brown light curtain appeared at the entrance, blocking the way, and suddenly, Ling Xian's heart really sank to the bottom. (To be continued.) )