What kind of magic is it, or what kind of unheard-of demon weapon, has such incredible power?

Jun Wenxin forcibly held back the consternation in his heart, and at the same time calmed his mind, suppressed the faint restless aura in his body, carefully looked at the coffin, and then slowly stretched out his hand to it.

At the door of the hut, Xiao Bai's figure flashed out, she leaned on the edge of the door frame, her expression relaxed, but a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at Jun's heart.

With her Taoism, as early as when she rescued the three Zhou Zhou Xian just now, she had already found the strangeness of the coffin in the hut, and what restrained Zhou Zhou Xian and the others was just an ordinary spell, but the corner coffin was extremely dangerous, and even she didn't dare to make a mistake.

At this moment, seeing Jun Wenxin standing in front of the coffin, Xiao Bai naturally looked at it carefully.

On the other side, Zhou Zhou Xian, Xiaohuan and the Wild Dog Daoren seemed to be unable to resist the temptation of curiosity, so they quietly moved to the outside of the big cave and secretly looked into the middle of the room.

Inside and outside Yizhuang, there was a sudden silence, and the atmosphere couldn't help but be a little weird, everyone was silent, staring at Jun Wenxin's movements, not daring to be distracted, so that when the distant sky, a faint black gas rising into the sky spun in the air, and another snow-white figure seemed to be in hot pursuit, and when it was entangled in mid-air, no one noticed.

Not only that, but in the farther sky, there are also two black shadows chasing, and the black shadow behind is slender, and it is actually the Vermilion Bird Holy Envoy Youji who can't be found in Jun's heart, so who is she chasing?

It's a gathering of clouds tonight!

"Smack!"

In the darkness, as the golden figure swayed slightly, Jun Wenxin's slender and white palm slowly touched the wooden board of the coffin, and almost at the same time, this should have been a silent action, but a small but extremely crisp sound suddenly came from inside the coffin.

It's like a stick of wood bursting open.

Jun Wenxin's face changed, and the hand that touched the wooden board was quickly retracted, and just when his hand was able to be put away, a cloud of black gas suddenly came out from the place where his palm touched, and the sound of "silk" was endless, and it burned up like a ghost fire in that square inch of land, there was no flame, but it was a palm print the size of Jun Wenxin's palm that burned on the wooden board.

The lich trapped in the coffin felt a chill in his heart, the Dao method he practiced was quite similar to this forbidden demonic power, although the power was not the same, but seeing the colorless black fire ignite and extinguish instantly, he still couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

What is the consequence of being burned to the body by that black fire, he can more or less think of it in his heart, but he can't figure it out, why when he hid in this coffin just now, this weird and fierce prohibition was not launched against him, but at this moment, Jun's conscience came, but it was so keen?

He was thinking hard in his heart, and when he couldn't understand it, suddenly he felt something, and looked down, and the mysterious fat man under him seemed to have a strange change with the launch of these prohibitions.

A strong gloomy aura emerged, far stronger than the vague aura just now, and the coffin they were in at the moment was full, and the lich only felt a loud buzz in his head, as if it was blank in an instant, and countless cold and poisonous breaths burrowed into his body like poisonous snakes, hatred gnawed at his whole body, and the pain was unbearable, but he couldn't even scream at the moment, for a moment, he almost felt that life was worse than death.

And the source of this yin qi is exactly the one emanating from the mysterious fat man's body.

Jun Wenxin stared at the black palm print, his face turned slightly pale, and Xiao Bai, who was standing in the distance behind him, also slowly straightened up, no longer leaning on the door frame, with a worried look on his face.

Just a moment later, Jun Wenxin seemed to suddenly feel something, his body shook, his expression changed greatly, but he did not retreat and dodge, only to see that he did not hesitate at all, and flipped his backhand, "choking" like a dragon's groan, a faint glow, and a pale white light shone for a while, illuminating the dark hut suddenly bright.

Zhu Xian out of the sheath!

In the steaming immortal qi, the white jade-like long sword reflected Jun Wenxin's face, and the sword light was like water, like ripples rippling in an autumn pond in mid-air, and after a slight pause, an endless sword light phantom was conjured in the air, and it slashed down at the coffin.

It was said to be a split, but it didn't seem to have the power to break the mountain, and as the sword light approached, something in this mysterious coffin seemed to feel threatened, and a thin crackling sound began to sound.

A black gas, Huo Ran rose from the coffin, if there was substance, it was actually holding the Zhuxian Divine Sword out of thin air, Jun Wenxin's face changed slightly, and he smacked lightly, but his body suddenly rose into the air, and his golden clothes fluttered, like a fairy.

In the place where he originally stood, three feet square, only to hear the sound of "silk" suddenly sounded, and that circle place was burned beyond recognition by a black gas that came from nowhere.

A scorching smell permeated the hut.

Jun Wenxin was in mid-air, but he did not panic, Zhu Xian Bai was shining, drew a small semicircle in the air, and stabbed down.

At this moment, the surroundings of the coffin are already full of obscure black gas, rolling like clouds, and I don't know how so many obscure gases emerge in a moment, only to see the white light above at this moment like electricity, and the brilliance of Zhu Xian will sparkle down, but the black gas below is not weak, if someone is invisible, it is condensed from all sides to the middle of the coffin, like a black wall blocking Zhu Xian.

Seeing that this divine sword and the black qi were about to collide, the tip of the sword touched the black qi, and suddenly as if it met a spring, Jun Wenxin's entire body was like a light feather that was not forced, and the whole floated back upward.

And just when his figure floated up, his left hand suddenly pointed at the ground like a knife, and a faint layer of gold flashed in his starry eyes between the whiskers, and it flashed away, but there was a blue light between the palms of his hands, which was the pure and pure Qingyunmen Taiji Xuanqing Dao, which slashed into it from the weak place of black qi on the side.

"Bang!"

There was a sudden surge in the black air, followed by a few muffled sounds, and something shattered.

The corner of Xiao Bai's mouth at the door flashed a faint smile, and he nodded slightly, quite admiring.

On the other side, Zhou Xian, who was standing behind Xiaohuan and the Wild Dog Daoist, suddenly frowned, as if he had seen something suspicious, his eyes were uncertain, and he fell into deep thought.

was unexpectedly attacked by Jun Wenxin, and the black gas seemed to be unexpected, and in addition to anger, he turned from defense to offense, and the black pressure was overwhelming, like a layer of dark clouds rushing towards the golden figure in mid-air.

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