The wind slowed down tiredly, and the whistling in the air turned into a whimper, which was the meaning of the sassy west wind and autumn coolness, and the loneliness.

Everywhere the west wind passed, the iron-backed pangolin, the heavenly corpse real person, the night wind bat demon, the three major primordial infant masters of the corpse abandonment sect and the ten thousand demon ancestral court, the last traces of this world gradually faded, as if under this lonely peak, there had never been any fierce battle.

It's a light breeze!

At this time, a relaxed smile finally appeared on the faces of Zhang Fan and the others, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there is mental arithmetic and unintentional, even if he thinks that the odds of winning are very great, but before the results come out, in the face of the three Yuanying real people, no matter who they are, they can't completely ignore it.

At this moment, the dust settled, Zhang Fan's face did not change the smile, and with a wave in his hand, a black Qiankun bag fell into his hand, but it was left by a real person who was almost dead under the golden seal of the evil spirit.

Holding this Qiankun bag in his hand, did he open it immediately, but set his eyes on the object taken out by the drunken Daoist with great interest.

This piece was taken out of the Qiankun bag and fell to the ground with a "bang", and it was a large piece of stump-like thing, which looked extremely heavy, and when it fell to the ground, the earth trembled

On top of this "stump", all sides are still covered with green bark, and it is verdant, as if it has just been cut off from a big tree, and it is still full of life.

However, what kind of characters are Zhang Fan and Fairy Xinglan, and how can they be confused by appearances? Ordinary tree stumps, where can there be such a contemplative and light temperament like water, which is absolutely extraordinary.

"Drunken Brother Dao, this is the natural spring you snatched?"

The Xinglan Fairy and the Drunken Daoist have been friends for many years, they are familiar with each other, and they have no scruples when they speak, so they asked directly.

"Not bad!"

The drunken Daoist smiled proudly when he heard this, and said, "Donghua Zhenren, Xinglan Fairy, this is the good thing that Lao Drunk I took from that ground mouse!"

"I haven't opened it yet, but listening to a few of their dead ghosts, it's a natural spring. ”

As he spoke, the drunken Taoist stretched out his palm and caressed it lovingly on the "stump".

"Haven't opened it yet?"

Zhang Fan smiled when he heard this, this drunken Taoist naturally wouldn't lie about this matter, and he couldn't deceive anyone, so he would know when he opened it.

He made this choice, and it was not a surprise to Zhang Fan, if he opened it without authorization, and then took out one or two cups of natural springs, saying that he had robbed all of them, he would be surprised.

After all, casual cultivation is casual cultivation, even if it is a casual cultivation at the level of a real person.

In the case of no entanglement of interests, they can naturally be on an equal footing with the real people of the sect, but if the drunken Daoist really does something unwise, I don't know what it means to not accept the melon field, and if Li Xia does not rectify the crown, I am afraid that it will be the consequences, and it will be difficult to say.

Under the interests of the sect, it was only scattered and cultivated, but the mantis arm under the car was crushed into powder.

At this time, the drunken Taoist stroked the hand on the stump, and for a moment, the turquoise brilliance appeared, gradually intensifying, as if endless vitality was leaking from the "stump", as if he was resisting something.

However, a mere dead thing, how can it be the opponent of a drunken Taoist, it is visible to the naked eye that the green light of these "stumps" themselves is slowly fading, and slowly suppressed, and it seems that they are about to be forced back into the "stump" itself.

With Zhang Fan as a witness present, the drunken Daoist can naturally open it without scruples, and for them, the real people of Yuanying, the desire for further progress, even if it is a small opportunity, cannot be let go.

Therefore, let alone him, even the Xinglan Fairy couldn't help but look at it.

Zhang Fan stood aside, staring at the entire opening process with the corner of his eye, while playing with the Qiankun bag of the Heavenly Corpse Real Man, and his divine sense slowly penetrated into it.

With the animal skin fragment at the Blood Shen Real Person, after the unexpected harvest of blood refining, he couldn't help but look forward to the items of the Heavenly Corpse Real Man.

But on the surface, it seems that the luck this time is not as good as last time. After sweeping back and forth three times, there was not even a single thing that made his eyes shine, it was just some ordinary goods that couldn't get into his eyes.

Shaking his head secretly, Zhang Fan was about to put away this Qiankun bag casually, when something jumped into his eyes.

"Huh, that's ......."

Zhang Fan's heart moved, his hand flipped over, and the Qiankun bag slipped into his sleeve, and in his hand was a pocket-sized exquisite small coffin that had just been taken from the Qiankun bag.

"Could this be the Soul Gathering Coffin?"

Zhang Fan looked at the material of this treasure with great interest, and the mysterious patterns above that were very different from what he had learned and seen, and he became interested in it.

The Soul Gathering Coffin is an extremely important treasure in the Corpse Abandonment Sect, especially when it comes to finding a high-grade refining corpse, it is not enough to subdue it for one's own use.

At the same time, it is also a terrifying torture instrument, falling into it, it is really a life and death, and the endless pain, even if Zhang Fan wants to come, he feels shuddering.

Previously, the Heavenly Corpse True Man used this treasure to intimidate the drunken Dao people, intending to make them submit.

"Huh, there's something in there?"

His palm stroked over this small coffin that was as delicate as a work of art, and suddenly a strange feeling came to his mind, as if something peeked from the darkness through the contact between his palm and the soul gathering coffin.

Although this feeling came and went quickly, it never concealed Zhang Fan's spiritual sense, and at the first time, he reacted, knowing that there was another mystery in this soul gathering coffin.

What made him care more was that the feeling of peeping, with an indescribable power, a kind of coldness that penetrated into the depths of the soul, was like a god peeking from the Nine Shadows.

For a while, he was very interested, even the drunken Dao man's action of opening the natural spring could not distract him, and he would never dare to make trouble under his nose anyway.

He took a deep breath, pressed it on the coffin with one hand, and with a little force, the spiritual power poured into it.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, as if a mountain was cracking, which immediately attracted the attention of the Drunken Daoist and the Xinglan Fairy.

"Soul Gathering Coffin?!"

At a glance, the face of the drunken Daoist looked a little white, when he fought before, although his words and deeds were meaningless, but now in his opinion, he was still a little afraid.

If Zhang Fan and the two of them hadn't arrived before, and a fierce fight came down, if he couldn't grasp the opportunity to break himself, I am afraid that he would have been unable to escape to this soul gathering coffin.

That taste, it really makes people shudder just thinking about it, and it's chilling all around!

"What is he going to do here?"

At the same time, drunk to death and Xinglan inevitably had questions in their hearts, I don't know what Zhang Fan meant by being distracted from this soul gathering coffin at this critical moment of opening the natural spring?

Before they could express the question in their hearts, the answer appeared in front of them.

The coffin of the soul gathering that fell to the ground grew in the wind, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a behemoth with no less than three feet in length, width and height, like the most luxurious coffin.

"This set of Soul Gathering Coffin is not ordinary!"

All of a sudden, all three of them came to the same conclusion.

Although none of them had ever seen the Soul Gathering Coffin, they also knew that this treasure was rare in the outside world, even if they were like a real person, they had never had the opportunity to see it, but in the Corpse Abandonment Sect, they were not so cherished, at least one monk who had cultivated above the Soul Gathering Sect.

But this one of the heavenly corpses is obviously different.

Let's not talk about the gloomy and solemn bearing, just the material and majesty, it is far better than the ordinary magic weapon, especially the vaguely revealed vicissitudes of life during the long breath, not to mention that it can be done in a hurry, when the precipitation of history can be created.

"I'm afraid this is a treasure inherited from the Corpse Abandonment Sect!"

Zhang Fan became more and more interested, and without hesitation, one palm pressed down on the coffin lid.

"Row!"

In response to the sound, the coffin lid on the soul coffin suddenly slipped off.

"Bang!"

As soon as the coffin lid was gone, the coffin lid was windless and automatic, and it flew up violently, and two black and shiny claws broke out towards the sky.

In an instant, the rolling air flow, rising to the sky, endless corpse qi, ink stained the surrounding area hundreds of feet away.

"What is this?"

Drunk to death Daoist and Xinglan Fairy, Qi Qi's expression changed greatly, and he subconsciously flew out upside down to avoid his edge.

can make the two veteran Yuan Ying real people make such a natural avoidance reaction, so that you can see the horror of this corpse qi and the power that it spreads.

"Powerful, incredibly powerful!"

For a while, everyone came to the conclusion that this seemed to be nothing more than a collection of Heavenly Corpse Real People, and its power was even better than that of Heavenly Corpse Real People in its heyday.

In the face of this powerful power, after all, he had confronted the Avatar Dao Monarch head-on, Zhang Fan just retreated slightly, and then forcibly froze and looked intently.

Although he had a premonition of the extraordinaryness of the things in it, he didn't expect it to be so terrifying, and at this time, his expression unconsciously became solemn.

"Huh, that's ......."

At a glance, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be moved.

If this Soul Gathering Coffin was suddenly sitting up, looking up to the sky and roaring at some famous refining corpse, or even the eighteen golden corpses of the corpse abandoning the Daoist, Zhang Fan would not feel too strange, but this guy in front of him really surprised him.

It's not too strong, it's not too rare, it's really, it's too common.

This refining corpse that is sitting in the coffin of gathering souls at this time, struggling to get up, no matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary refining corpse formed in the land of yin qi, it is the lowest level of existence, it is the kind of ordinary martial artist, as long as he has practiced for a few years and takes a peachwood sword, he can subdue it.

This is completely disproportionate to its monstrous majesty.

"Ancient corpse!"

At this moment, the bitter Taoist exclaimed in surprise, and shouted repeatedly: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, suppress him!

Zhang Fan's expression changed suddenly, how could he be so nervous that he couldn't even speak clearly, how could it be a mortal thing? Subconsciously, he didn't even think about it, and he slapped his back hand like a heavenly seal.

In an instant, the sky was full of golden light, converging into a golden seal that broke the evil spirit, and it crashed down.

(To be continued)