Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 On the bank of the Nine Nether Styx, the dark green stone coffin, together with the trapped dragon chain on it, and the petrified statues nearby, were frozen by the ice-blue ice together, turning into a large block, irregular ice block, the ice dragon, shaking the dragon's tail, desperately slamming the frozen ice block, heavy and fierce, one after another;

"Click!

The dark blue ice shattered, the dark green sarcophagus shattered, and the chains covered with patina were also broken into several pieces, revealing the coffin inside the coffin, which was a pair of almost transparent jade coffins, faintly, you could see that one of them was another figure dressed in white palace clothes;

"Ang!"

The thick dragon groan, resounding through the heavens and the earth, the ice dragon shook its head and tail, revolving around the jade coffin, as if considering whether to repeat the old trick, spew out the dragon's breath again, first freeze the jade coffin, and then a divine dragon swing its tail to break it;

"Run!"

The calm mind, the moment he saw the Xuanyu coffin, he was overwhelmed by a strong sense of palpitation, the dangerous breath, unprecedentedly strong, instinctively wanted to leave here, involuntarily called out loudly, his voice trembled, almost roaring;

At the same time, Zhen Ming reluctantly sat up, and in the direction of the ice dragon, he used the weak mana in his body, urging the almost exhausted mental power, and sent out his mind and mind towards the flying ice dragon, summoned the ice dragon, and quickly fled;

"Aang!"

The ice dragon let out a clear roar, obeyed the instructions of the Suppression of the Underworld, stretched its body, exerted extreme speed, and flew in the direction of the Suppression of the Underworld, but the thick dragon tail, unintentionally or unintentionally, cut through the void, carrying the whistling wind, and pumped on the jade coffin;

"Bang! click!~"

The jade coffin, hit by this, was instantly covered with cracks, dense, as if covered with a fine spider web, the cracks were like a swimming dragon playing in the water, spreading rapidly, more and more, and more and more dense, it seemed that the entire jade coffin would be broken into scum in the next moment;

"Huh!"

As soon as the ice dragon arrived in front of Zhen Ming, he immediately heard a familiar sound of shattering behind him, the jade coffin shattered, and at the same time, an extremely dangerous aura turned into a wave of qi, mixed with the fragments of the jade coffin, surging violently,

"Aang!"

The ice dragon has a spirit, grabs the town with both claws, rises into the air, churns in the void, changes body shape, position, and quickly turns back to the enemy, the town only feels that the world is spinning for a while, dizzy, for a while, the spirit is a little trance;

"Woohoo!"

The fragments of the jade coffin, under the action of the air waves, flew in all directions like a hidden weapon shot, bringing out a sharp sound of breaking the air, which was the sound caused by the flying jade fragments, which rubbed against the air during the high-speed flight;

"Poof!"

The ice dragon is not afraid at all, opening the huge dragon's mouth, spitting out the dragon's breath, forming an ice wall, about a foot thick, protecting in front of him, even if the strength of the jade fragment is not small, the ice dragon is wearing a black ice scale armor, and he is not afraid of this little damage, so the main thing is to protect the underworld;

"Snort!"

Countless jade fragments, chaotic, struck against the parallel wall, deeply trapped in it, some of them were sharp and sharp, and even almost broke through the ice wall, the dark blue ice wall, like the jade coffin that had been broken before, was full of fine cracks;

"Hulala!"

The waves of air rolled, completely shattering the ice wall, and countless ice ballasts, mixed with jade fragments, crackled and fell to the ground with a clatter;

"Hey, hey... Ha ha... Quack..."

The low and strange laughter sounded very abruptly, the laughter was hideous and terrifying, full of cruel blood-devouring killing intent, near and far, difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality, sometimes arrogant like a conceited devil, sometimes sharp and piercing, like a pheasant choked by the throat, complex and difficult to understand;

This familiar and strange voice made Zhen Ming think of it for the first time, the cry of questioning from the coffin before, there is no doubt, it is the same source, he barely raised his head, stared intently, obviously, the coffin fragments all over the ground, at a glance, enough to prove;

"Huh, what about the corpses?"

The strange scene in front of him, coupled with the strange sound that kept echoing in his ears, made Zhen Ming involuntarily, creepy, cold, only to feel that the air was dull, and there was a strong feeling of depression, and his heartbeat accelerated in vain without warning;

"Let's go!"

The body and mind of the calm were shrouded by the fear of the unknown, and there was a deep sense of powerlessness, and without hesitation, with all his might, he shouted loudly, hoarsely, heartbreaking, his tone trembled with fear, and he hurried with anxiety, revealing obvious nervousness and uneasiness;

"Hmph! Bold ants! Despicable slaves! You can't go! Dogs are bold! Break into my cave! Disturb my sleep! Kill my spirit beast! Harm my only son! Smash my coffin! Destroy my cultivation! Punish you for several crimes! Death is not a pity! How can you spare me!"

The strange voice, drifting and echoing in the darkness, clearly entered the ears of Zhen Ming, like a muffled thunder explosion, like a divine thought, majestic and contemptuous words, stiff but full of hatred tone, such as a few family treasures, listing the charges of Zhen Ming, revealing a strong killing intent;

"A dog-like slave, don't kneel down quickly to lead the death! quack..."

The harsh words, like a sharp sword, pierces people's hearts, the lofty posture, overflowing words, the terrifying and evil laughter, breathtaking, like the sound of a butcher sharpening his knife, full of the smell of death, full of blood-devouring demonic nature;

"Aang!"

The ice dragon also seemed to sense the breath of danger, roared and slowly retreated, a pair of dragon eyes with the size of copper bells, vigilantly observing the surroundings, grinning with teeth, revealing a fierce face, opening his mouth to let out a long dragon groan, as if he was using dragon language to warn the demons in the dark;

"Whoosh!"

The strange broken wooden boat parked in the middle of the River Styx suddenly cut through the void and flew in the air, and the miserable green human skin lantern swayed and illuminated a pair of blood-red eyes, which were embarrassed water ghosts, who had escaped the mortal situation many times on their cunning, and now reappeared;

"Tell Madam! This is the guy who killed the young master with a strange conspiracy and a bad plot! And several times, he wanted to put the slave to death, trying to kill people and kill people, if it wasn't for the slave's alertness, he would have died a long time ago, his body was gone, and his soul was scattered!"

The water ghost knelt on the plank, his blood-red eyes, full of hatred and madness, staring at the Zhenying, facing the boundless darkness, with a fierce voice, telling his miserable experience, and expressing deep sorrow in a pleading tone;

"Slave courage! Please ask the lady to be the master of the slave! Kill the rebel! Revenge for the young master! Be the master of the slave! At that time, the slave will personally peel the thief and cramp it and make it into a lantern, so that the soul of the traitor will be tortured and will never be able to live forever until it is wiped out!"