Every time the old man lifted and dropped his legs, the slight sound he brought up seemed to hit Fang Yan's hearts, making them retreat again and again, and a thick fear had spread in their hearts, especially Fang Yan, who was already gritting his teeth and resisting the coffin, his hands were already trembling at this time, and he seemed to be exhausted unconsciously, his arms were bent, and the entire sarcophagus was pressed against his back.

With the old man taking the lead, the "walking dead" around him were no longer so afraid of the sarcophagus, and they all cautiously followed the old man and walked slowly.

Looking at the old man who was getting closer and closer, Fang Yan and the others held their breath, as if the heavens and the earth were quiet, and they could both hear each other's hearts beating violently.

Fang Yan carried the sarcophagus with difficulty, at this moment, he really wanted to run away with the sarcophagus on his back, but under such pressure, he was almost exhausted, and it was very difficult for him to even lift his steps, how could he spread his feet and escape?

You can't really die in this place, do you?

In the blink of an eye, the old man had already stepped into the distance of Fang Yan's two zhang, at this time, he paused slightly, and frowned obviously, it seemed that in this distance, he began to be a little taboo about the dark gold sarcophagus, but immediately, before Fang Yan and the others were happy, the old man raised his steps again and approached the two, but the speed slowed down a little.

"What, what should I do?" Zhou Dashen asked with a little knotted tongue, his small eyes staring at the old man were full of fear, he had no doubt that being approached by the old man, the two of them would face death, and there might not even be room for resistance.

Waiting here for the slow approach of death is simply a kind of psychological torture, that is, Fang Yan and Zhou Dashen, the two little monks who lead the realm, can still withstand it with their resolute minds, if they were someone else, I am afraid that they would have been mentally collapsed by this gloomy silence and terrifying atmosphere and the proximity of those "walking dead".

Fang Yan swallowed with difficulty, his resolute face was dyed with a deep layer of purple, his entire body was slightly bent down by the sarcophagus, and the legs that were slightly sunk into the ground trembled slightly, as if it took a lot of effort to say a few words: "I believe he didn't dare to approach the sarcophagus." ”

In a short period of time, it seemed to be extremely long at this moment, and the old man finally stepped into the distance of Fang Yan and the others, and the hearts of both of them were raised to their throats, Fang Yan and Zhou Dashen Little Beast quickly glanced at each other, his sweaty purple face was full of absoluteness, he was ready to fight to the death, as long as the old man took a few steps forward, he would not hesitate to throw away the sarcophagus, sacrifice the dagger and fight with the old man.

"Shasha" The old man's legs fell again, and he took a step closer, and at this moment, suddenly, the sarcophagus that had been tepid on Fang Yan's backbone flickered violently, and the dark golden lines were stirred up like substance, and a stream of mysterious and powerful energy overflowed wildly, and the entire distance of several zhang around was illuminated by this sudden mysterious light.

"Snort" A sound like a burning sound appeared in the space, the old man bore the brunt of it, bursts of white smoke rose from his body, his expression changed slightly, and then with a wave of the old palm, a white powerful Dao pattern appeared, firmly protecting his body, so that those dark golden rays could not pour into his body, and then, he retreated a foot away again and again, but also under the power of the dark golden sarcophagus, he did not dare to continue to approach.

And the "walking dead" behind him were miserable, a scream sounded, extremely miserable, making people's scalp numb, nearly half of the "walking dead" were twisted into pieces by the dark golden light, as if purified, instantly turned into ashes, some of the strength was slightly stronger, and the reaction quickly escaped from the range of the dark golden light, although they were not crushed, but their bodies were horrific scars, charred black, as if they were burned.

This sudden change made Fang Yan and the little beast both look happy, and at the same time breathe a heavy sigh of relief, Fang Yan felt that he had strength again, and slowly lifted the dark gold sarcophagus a little.

Those evil creatures really didn't dare to approach the sarcophagus, even the old man was no exception, this made Fang Yan's heart feel relieved, he didn't delay any longer, took a heavy and difficult step, and began to move forward slowly.

The old man looked at Fang Yan and the others from afar with a deep face, his white eyes made Fang Yan and the others creepy, and the old man suddenly raised his arm and slapped it violently at the sarcophagus above Fang Yan's head.

The sound of the wind sounded, and a powerful and incomparable energy poured out, and the lines fluttered like snowflakes again and again, extremely terrifying, Fang Yan and the others were shocked, but they could only watch it, and they had no ability to resist.

"Bang!" A muffled sound rang out, and the sarcophagus shone with a dark golden light to resist the old man's attack, and the two energies collided violently on the sarcophagus.

Although the attack was resisted, Zhou Dashen and the little beast were not harmed at all, but Fang Yan, who was holding the sarcophagus, could not withstand such a heavy blow, his body was strongly concussed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his slightly raised hands could no longer withstand the gravity of the sarcophagus, so that the sarcophagus smashed on his back.

"Poof, poof-" Blood spurted out again and again, Fang Yan was pressed to bend his feet, half-kneeling on the ground, his mouth was full of bright red and blackened blood, he felt his body churning, and there was a burst of heart-piercing pain in his back, but it was the old man's attack that put Fang Yan, who was already trying his best, into a crisis, if it weren't for the abnormality of his flesh and bones, otherwise, this time, the sarcophagus would be smashed down, and his bones would be smashed.

"Chirp. The little beast hanging in Fang Yan's placket screamed anxiously, and hurriedly stretched out its little paw to help Fang Yan wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his big eyes full of worry and distress.

"Daoyou, are you okay?" Zhou Dashen half-squatted, leaned over, and looked at Fang Yan's purple face full of weakness and difficulty, and his face was also full of anxiety, he was really a little panicked at this moment, he didn't know what to do, he really wanted to rush out directly and fight with the old man, but he knew that once he went out, the old man could kill him with a hand, and it was useless to go out-

Fang Yan swallowed the blood in his mouth with difficulty, his eyes were a little dilated, his whole body was trembling, his eyes rolled, he looked at Zhou Dashen and the little beast, his mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't even say a word when he was half-loud, so he had to give up.

Fang Yan exerted force under his feet, wanting to stand up slowly, but the sarcophagus was firmly pressed on his body, how could he still hump such a huge sarcophagus in such a state at this time, all his strength was used, and he didn't get up at all, but his whole body was bent even more.

Looking at Fang Yan's miserable appearance, of course the old man would not have a trace of pity, his empty and gray eyes didn't turn a little, his palm waved out again, and an energy that was a little stronger than just now instantly bombarded the sarcophagus.

"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, the sarcophagus shook, Fang Yan under the sarcophagus was hit hard again, blood spurted out in a continuous manner, staining the ground under him red, and he grabbed the two palms of the sarcophagus, the tiger's mouth was broken, the skin was opened, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and there was no longer the strength to grasp the sarcophagus, and as soon as his hands were unconsciously loosened, the sarcophagus was suddenly blasted out by the impact of that energy.

"Bang!" The whole ground shook, the sarcophagus broke away from Fang Yan and fell heavily a few feet away from him, and Fang Yan was already lying in a pool of blood at this time, his entire back was crushed by the sarcophagus, which was terrifying.

The little beast flew away from Fang Yan's clothes, stood at his head and changed, screaming anxiously, its little claws kept slapping the confused Fang Yan, trying to wake him up.

And although Zhou Dashen was also anxious in his heart, he couldn't take a closer look at Fang Yan's situation, because without the protection of the sarcophagus, the old man and those "walking dead" were moving closer to this side, Zhou Dashen was calm, and he didn't move a step away from Fang Yan's side, as if facing the great enemy, he clenched the divine cloth in his hand, and his eyes inevitably showed a little despair, he knew that what he was going to face next, death seemed to be inevitable, but even so, he had to make a last fight.

Fang Yan's current situation is indeed too bad, his body is in a mess, if it weren't for the battle blood protection, the two heavy blows just now were enough to shatter his internal organs, his mind was blurred, listening to the anxious cry of the little beast, he slowly woke up a little, slowly opened his weak eyes, and vaguely saw those "walking dead" Walking towards him, Fang Yan let out a bitter smile of despair in his heart, supported his arms on the ground, turned over with difficulty, and summoned a black dagger with a few powers, holding it tightly in his hand, even if he really wanted to die, he couldn't be too cowardly.

"Chirp. The little beast yelled angrily at those "walking dead", the hair on its body stood up, it could be said to be extremely angry, obviously it also knew that the current situation was critical, and immediately, the little beast took off the snow-white stone shell on its head, and instantly transformed into a solid transparent light mask, protecting Fang Yan and himself inside.

Seeing this situation, Fang Yan not only did not show joy, but smiled bitterly, how could the snow-white stone shell of the little beast stop them, you know, among these "walking dead", the lowest cultivation before death is estimated to be the strong of the Battle Venerable, and the old man is even more of a strong saint, although after death, the cultivation is not as good as before death, but the light of the little beast in front of them is still not worth mentioning, and it is probably almost the same to say that it is nothing.

Sure enough, as Fang Yan expected, the old man was the first to come closer, and with a slight wave of his palm, the transparent light mask was instantly shattered, and there was no room for blocking at all, this was not a level of energy at all, but the little beast stubbornly summoned out the transparent light mask again, and the old man broke it again, without much effort.

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