Boom!

Smoke and dust, rubble splashing!

A group of people in the distance stared at it with wide eyes and stunned, and their brains couldn't react.

Just now, he showed his might, and with his fists, he made a group of monks led by the Yuan Infant Monk squirt blood, how could he become a weak chicken in a blink of an eye?

Moreover, the shot from the silver-masked man did not contain any spiritual power fluctuations, and he completely defeated Luan Tong with his physical strength, which was simply too powerful and brutal!

Jiang Yifeng's mood was agitated, there were little stars in his hot eyes, and his admiration for the big guy was so much that he couldn't express it in words.

The previous boss was also very strong, but every time he faced the enemy, he was like bullying a weak chicken, and he could do it with a wave of his hand.

It's like now, fist fist ...... No, the big guy doesn't want to touch that guy like bark if he has a habit of cleanliness, it's just the feet to the flesh!

The visual impact is too strong, this is a real man!

Especially at this moment, Xiao Chen grabbed the bronze coffin board weighing thousands of catties with one hand, and picked it up like a fly to greet Luan Tong!

The posture is chic and elegant, if you put it in the outside world, you will definitely be able to charm thousands of female cultivators!

"Wow~ Baba is so handsome!" Le'er sat on the back of the big dog, her big watery eyes full of adoration.

Hou San's eyes widened in shock, he knew that the boss was very strong, and even speculated that the boss was a monk in the Yuan Infant Stage!

Gou Yu turned his head and looked at the monkey with a disdainful look, and was secretly proud in his heart: "The evil gods are even more terrifying than you imagined, a group of turtles who have never seen the world!"

Bang bang bang~

The sound of violent slapping echoed in the closed stone chamber, and even the ground shook with it!

When the smoke cleared, a humanoid object could be faintly seen in the pile of rubble in the large pit, lying there on all fours in an eerie position.

However, the high-level demon cultivator's body was extremely tough, and he was not hurt much under the continuous slapping of the bronze coffin board, but his ears were buzzing.

There is only one question echoing in my confused mind: who am I, where am I, and where am I going?

"Big guy, slaughter him, slaughter him!" Jiang Yifeng sat on the ground and shouted excitedly.

The corners of Xiao Chen's lips rose, and he sneered: "Kill him, isn't that too cheap for him, dare to hurt my girl, let him live forever and never move, and exhaust his longevity in the seal!"

"Dwarf oil~!" Jiang Yifeng couldn't help but shudder when he heard the cold words.

The whole body was paralyzed and could not move at all, but his brain was extremely clear! There was no food or drink, and no one to talk to him, and he stayed up in loneliness until his longevity was exhausted to get relief!

That kind of taste is more terrifying than being locked up in a small black house for three days, and I feel chills in my heart when I think about it!

Luan Tong pushed away the gravel on his body and stood up, shook his head vigorously, his brain gradually regained his clarity, and his red eyes were full of anger!

That silver-masked monk swatted him like a fly, and he deserved to die!

"Kill, kill, kill, I'm going to kill you!" Luan Tong let out an angry roar, his eyes glaring sharply at the abominable figure in front of him.

Jiang Yifeng saw the fierce gaze glaring at him, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, raised his head and stretched out his hand to point upward.

"Huh?" Luan Tong didn't know why, and subconsciously looked up along his fingers, only to see the heavy coffin board pressed down vertically from the top of his head!

"Ah~ don't!"

Rumble!

The wide and heavy coffin board smashed vertically into the rocky ground, and under the tremendous force, the three-meter-long bronze coffin board fell into half!

Xiao Chen stood at the other end with his hands behind his back, looked down at the broken pile of rocks below, and stretched out his slender fingers to hook it.

The crystal bead of blood suspended in mid-air flew over under the tug, levitating next to the bronze coffin board.

Xiao Chen's feet were lightly tapped, and his body jumped up lightly.

In mid-air, there was a wave of the arm, and a crystal silk thread seemed to be pulled out of the suspended blood beads.

As his fingers swiped, a mystical rune drawn by blood beads took shape.

"Town!"

Xiao Chen tapped his finger forward, and the blood-red runes were printed on the bronze coffin board, and the red light flashed and disappeared into it.

Jiang Yifeng stretched his neck to look at it for a while, and after seeing that there was no movement, he hurriedly ran over and said adoringly: "Big guy, you are so crazy and violent! Hehe, but I like ......!"

The corners of Xiao Chen's lips rose, and he was too lazy to take care of this shameless hob meat.

Shi Zhenxiang also walked over covering his chest, and looked carefully at the bronze coffin lid that was erected like a monument for a moment, making sure that he didn't see any traces of red runes before asking.

"Xiao ~ Brother Xiaoyao, are you portraying a suppression rune?"

Xiao Chen nodded, his eyes playful: "Doesn't he want to suck my blood, then let him lie under the suppression rune with my blood forever." ”

Shi Zhenxiang was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked: "Then how long can your rune last? 100 years, 300 years?"

Xiao Chen glanced at the old guy with slanted eyes, and his voice was full of regret: "It's a pity that it's only 10,000 years!"

If the runes condensed with the blood of the Immortal Venerable were nourished by a steady stream of immortal qi in the Immortal Realm, they would not dissipate even for an epoch.

In the nether realm, where the aura is thin, the effect is also greatly discounted.

"Hiss~10,000 years!?" everyone present who heard the conversation gasped.

10,000 years, even the lifespan of cultivators in the Tribulation Period is not so long.

When the seal disappears, I'm afraid the bones will be rotten to slag!

Shi Zhenxiang pondered for a moment, frowned and reminded: "Brother Xiaoyao, if you don't eradicate the roots, if the seal is broken by the Shadow Organization, wouldn't it be a return to the mountain?"

The corners of Xiao Chen's lips rose, and his eyes mocked: "Hehe, just rely on them, even if they bombard the entire Tianyun Peak into slag, don't even think about damaging the seal in the slightest!"

"What if they dig a hole from underground?" Jiang Yifeng raised his eyebrows, as if he had found a loophole.

"What about you robbing the tomb at that time?" Xiao Chen was speechless at this guy's jumping thinking, and he didn't even have the strength to explain.

Diverting the topic, he said: "The matter is over, let's go up with your people first." ”

Shi Zhenxiang looked at Xia Yutong, who was unconscious, and then at Xiao Chen, who was wearing a silver mask and shrouded in a robe, and instantly came to his senses.

He didn't want the other monks to see his true face.

As long as he didn't take off his mask, the monks of the foundation building period present would not have other thoughts, and when he was seriously injured and faced with the terrifying demon, who would pay attention to the lack of a strange young man behind him.

Shi Zhenxiang simply took the nine monks back to the top of the mountain along the road they had come.

After there were no outsiders, Xiao Chen took off his mask and robe, revealing a handsome face.

picked up the delicate body of the unconscious, and said lightly: "Go." ”