"What's in his hands!"

Stopping, countless cultivators looked at the purple coffin in Ning Chuan's hand, and they all had the same question in their hearts.

Even if it is a magic weapon, without the support of a certain amount of yuan power, it cannot exert all its strength, but just now Ning Chuan clearly did not make any moves, but used all his strength to move the purple coffin.

Relying on the purple coffin alone, it can withstand the attacks of so many people, and even a fool can know that this purple coffin is not an ordinary color.

"Gotta get this treasure!"

Everyone saw the extraordinaryness of the treasure in Ning Chuan's hand, and almost at the same time, the same thought rose in their hearts, and after a little recovery, those cultivators pounced again.

"Whew...... It is a priceless treasure that grows in the void, and it is really strong in itself!"

Taking a deep breath, a little sweat had already appeared on Ning Chuan's body, fortunately, before they came, he had already recovered his eight successes, otherwise, facing Luo Yan, he might not even have a chance to resist!

"It's so powerful!"

Below, Tansen and the others looked up at Ning Chuan, their hearts full of shock.

Even if they were in their heyday, in the face of the attacks of so many strong people, they could only hold their heads and scurry, but Ning Chuan solved it so easily, which had to amaze them.

And the proudest one is Tansen, this simple and crude way is really to his liking.

In the face of the attacks of many strong people, Ning Chuan had confidence in his heart, and there was no reason to retreat, and the coffin in his hand also became more and more handy, and the speed became faster and faster, constantly smashing towards the surrounding cultivators!

"Bang!"

The coffin was danced in his hand, and a cultivator rushed up, and was directly hit by the coffin on his chest, and instantly flew upside down, and was disemboweled by the sharp stones around him and died, dripping with blood.

There is no Yuan Force, there is unparalleled power, and that kind of power is incomparably strong, as if no one in the world can resist at all.

A cultivator who had entered the middle stage of the Void Realm died under Ning Chuan's hands in an instant, which made the other cultivators even more fearful, but unfortunately, Ning Chuan's confidence increased.

After gradually becoming familiar with the use of the coffin, Ning Chuan did not passively defend, but took the initiative to attack, he jumped high, lifted the coffin above his head, and smashed it down!

"Why...... Why do I feel like the whole sky has fallen?"

Most of the cultivators jumped out of the coffin when it fell, but one cultivator was stopped by the coffin.

He stared blankly at the scene above the sky, but he couldn't move his steps, and after a soft mutter, the coffin had come to the top of his head!

"Poof!"

A dull voice sounded, and the cultivator's head was directly smashed by the coffin, blood splattered, and it became a headless corpse, and fell weakly.

"Shhh

This kind of power close to destruction made the surrounding cultivators gasp after seeing it.

Thinking about it from another perspective, they didn't think they could withstand this blow, but this also showed that the coffin in Ning Chuan's hand was even more precious!

Every treasure is born out of blood, and this one is no exception, and death brings them not fear, but more inflated greed.

"Kill, kill Ning Chuan, this treasure is ours!"

I don't know who shouted, the cultivator who had just calmed down rioted again, and this time, Ning Chuan also felt the murderous aura of violence from it.

In front of such a treasure, these people have gone completely crazy, and they no longer have any reason, glancing at Luo Yan who was watching from the side, although he didn't make a move, but his eyes were full of bloodshots, obviously he was also looking for an opportunity.

"Since you are coming to find death, then you can't blame me!"

With a cold snort, Ning Chuan turned his hands and stood the purple coffin in front of him, and with a push of both hands, with a "bang", the purple coffin flew out in an instant.

The speed of the coffin was not fast, it was even slow, some cultivators saw such a speed, they were naturally very disdainful in their hearts, and easily dodged the fall of the coffin and rushed towards Ning Chuan!

Anyone can move the truth of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, no matter how powerful this purple coffin is, it is just a dead thing, as long as Ning Chuan is solved, then this purple coffin is not yet captured.

With such an obvious purpose, he naturally couldn't escape Ning Chuan's eyes, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a "whoosh" sound, he disappeared in the eyes of the world in an instant!

This is the Ghost Dance, like a ghost, which can appear or disappear at will.

Ning Chuan, who was hiding in the void, twisted Luo Yan's steps, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the bottom of the purple coffin, and his hands were supported with him, revealing his figure.

"Uhh!!hh

The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and Ning Chuan forcibly stopped the impact of the coffin.

On top of his hands, the green tendons burst out, and the power of his whole body was run on his hands, and even the overlord magic skill was unconsciously displayed, and the blood and qi on his body were boiling to the extreme!

"Click!"

The purple coffin took Ning Chuan back dozens of steps, and finally stopped, Ning Chuan did not hesitate at all, and burst out all his strength at this moment, as if he had moved a stone, and threw the coffin in his hand towards those cultivators in the back!

"Oh no, I've been tricked!"

This is clearly a sound of the east and west, many people reacted at the first time and wanted to retreat, but above their heads, the purple coffin had already covered the light, and the black pressure crushed down.

"Boom!"

The purple coffin was suppressed, suppressing four or five cultivators below, and one or two of them were crushed hand and foot, obviously broken, and screaming in pain.

There is a price to be paid for competing for treasures, and these costs are likely to be lives.

Ning Chuan, whose eyes were cold, did not stay for a moment, stepping on Luo Yan's steps, like an immortal god in the dust, with a flicker, he had already come to the coffin's side.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

The two cultivators who were pressed down saw Ning Chuan standing in front of them, and shouted in panic, and on Ning Chuan's body, they felt the breath of death.

"Those who try to kill me in vain, first prepare to be killed by me!"

Looking at the two people at his feet condescendingly, Ning Chuan said what he wanted to say word by word.

This sentence is not only for these people, but also for Luo Yan above, Luo Yan wants to kill him, then he doesn't mind killing Luo Yan.

The first day of the Luo family?

"Whoosh!"

Two sword lights flashed out of his hand, Ning Chuan waved his hands, the light flickered, and in an instant, he cut off the heads of the two cultivators, and the blood splattered on the purple coffin, circulating between the lines, and disappeared in a short time.

Unlike before, this blood was integrated into the ring tree, instead of being absorbed by the body of the Burial Emperor, which made Ning Chuan feel more at ease, after all, there were too many uncertain factors in the Burial Emperor, and even he did not dare to serve the spirit body with blood.

"Boom!"

After killing the two people, Ning Chuan grabbed the coffin, and the few people who were crushed under the coffin had bones all over their bodies as if they were about to fall apart, and their heads were bleeding, which was very miserable.

"Ouch, what the hell is this, it's so powerful!"

"It seems that there is no such life!"

"Please don't kill Ning Shaoxia!"

……

Those who were lying on the ground begged for mercy again and again, these people were not strong in Sky City, but they were much stronger than Shang Ningchuan.

It's a pity that all this is false, after being smashed by the coffin, they have no strength and can't exert themselves, they can only beg for mercy, and Ning Chuan didn't have the intention of killing them, glanced at the others, and said coldly: "I say it again, if you dare to take another step, there will be no mercy!"

"Brush, brush!"

This time, no one dared to despise Ning Chuan's words anymore, those cultivators who were not injured took a few steps back, looking at Ning Chuan with fear, no, to be precise, looking at the purple coffin in Ning Chuan's hand.

"Very good, now you'd better flash aside, I'm going to have a good talk with the Luo family on the first day!"

Smiling slightly, Ning Chuan was very satisfied with everyone's performance, holding the coffin in his hand, slowly rising into the air, pointing the coffin like a stick, and said in a cold voice: "Luo Yan, I let you escape last time, but this time it's not so easy!"

"Poof!"

After Luo Yan listened to Ning Chuan's words, he was almost spurted out by a mouthful of blood, he escaped because Ning Chuan sowed discord and let some cultivators chase him in turn, not because of Ning Chuan's strength.

Moreover, this sentence is exactly what he wants to say, last time he let Ning Chuan escape, and he also ate a turtle, this time Ning Chuan is carrying a heavy treasure, and he can't let Ning Chuan survive.

"Hmph, arrogant, don't think that if you have a treasure, I can't help you, and I will kill you the same!"

Luo Yan also had no intention of backing down, standing in the void, the eyes of the two intersected in mid-air, and before they could make a move, there was already a momentum spreading between the two, which made people tremble.

This kind of momentum has nothing to do with the strength of Yuan Li, just the momentum, both of them have great confidence in themselves, and neither of them wants to bow their heads under the pressure of the other party's momentum.

"Whew!"

Picking up the coffin in his hand, Ning Chuan moved first, his whole body turned into a blood-red color, obviously the blood dragon ascension had been cast, at this moment, Ning Chuan's black hair was fluttering, and his whole body was filled with a wild aura.

"Give me death!"

Compared with Ning Chuan, Luo Yan seemed extremely calm, and it wasn't until Ning Chuan shouted and smashed the coffin over that he moved.

With a wave of his hand, a dark sword was held in his hand, and the surroundings were instantly filled with a feeling of oppression.

The big sword has no edge, but the aura it exudes is very sharp, if it is usual, Ning Chuan will never be good at its edge, but this time it is different from usual, Ning Chuan has a ring tree born in the void in his hand, and naturally has the strength to fight!