Just as the long sword was a foot in front of Bai Bone, it stopped instantly, and the blade kept shaking, but it could no longer move forward the slightest.

Purple Sword Mountain Weng Yujian's arm shook violently, as if he had been attacked by a great force, Monk Puzhi's eyes shrank, and asked, "Do you want us to help?"

"You can't help. Zijian Shan Weng's face was a little distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Why is there so much force in that bronze coffin, wanting to swallow the sword in the old man's hand." ”

When Monk Puzhi heard this, his expression changed greatly, and he asked, "Are you sure that the copper coffin wants to swallow the sword?"

Monk Puzhi looked at the bronze coffin with blazing eyes, and suddenly threw the wind and thunder pestle in his hand, and the wind and thunder pestle instantly arrived at the copper coffin with a dull sound of breaking the air.

"Bang. ”

With a loud bang, the wind and thunder pestle fell on the coffin lid fiercely, and the sound shook the ears of several people, but the copper coffin did not move at all, not even the coffin lid did not move.

"Bang. With a bang, the violently shaking purple sword seemed to have been impacted, and it actually broke out of the control of the purple sword mountain and flew directly into the void.

"How can this be?" the heavenly leopard on the side looked at the purple sword with a stunned expression and called out. "There seems to be a powerful life in the bronze coffin, which is not under my control at all. "Monk Puzhi must be flying and trying his best to control the wind and thunder pestle.

The white-eyed Venerable opened his eyes and snorted coldly: "Impossible, is that Qin Mu still alive?" At this moment, there was a sudden sound of 'dong dong' from the copper coffin, and then a 'whew' sound, the sound was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of several people.

"Click. ”

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin, which had not been touched under the wind and thunder pestle, was opened first, and the heavenly leopard looked at the bronze coffin with a nervous expression: "Is it really that Qin Mu?"

At this time, the lid of the coffin was lifted a few more points, and a hairy head squeezed up from the gap, "What is that?" Zijian Mountain Weng asked with some confusion on his expression, "Could it be that Qin Mu's corpse has changed?"

At this time, the coffin lid has been completely lifted, and a round body suddenly jumped on the coffin lid, and several people looked at it and said in surprise: "The legendary dragon?" The leopard's eyes flowed, and he said with a surprised expression: "Why is this little dragon in that bronze coffin?"

The little dragon on the lid of the coffin let out a few childish screams, turned its head suddenly, and its two round eyes rolled, looking towards the place where the few people were.

The Heavenly Leopard looked at the fleshy little dragon on the lid of the coffin with a solemn expression, and muttered: "It is rumored that the dragon clan lives in the Beize Fire Land, but I don't know why a young dragon appears here. ”

At this time, Zijian Mountain Weng frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "What's going on at this time, how come there is a young dragon in the coffin, isn't this copper coffin the one that fell before? Where is the copper coffin containing Qin Mu's corpse?"

"Even if we can't find the bronze coffin, if we catch this little dragon, it won't be in vain to come here. The White-Eyed Venerable on the side looked at the young dragon with an extremely excited expression.

The Heavenly Leopard rolled his gaze, glanced at the White-Eyed Venerable with disdain, and chuckled. "Why are you laughing?" a cold light flashed in the White-Eyed Venerable's eyes, "It's just an underage young dragon. ”

The Heavenly Leopard looked at the White-Eyed Venerable, and continued with a serious expression: "According to legend, the Dragon Clan has a powerful bloodline, and it is a natural divine beast, and wherever it passes, it can break the mountain and intercept the stream, and only an extremely powerful god can control them. ”

Zijian Mountain Weng looked stunned, and immediately continued: "In this way, this little dragon should be owned by this godman, but I don't know why he fell here, leaving this divine beast here." ”

At this time, the young dragon on the lid of the coffin opened its eyes wide, and looked at the wind and thunder pestle above its head with innocent eyes, and it raised its left foot and flicked it towards the wind and thunder pestle above its head, and the whole wind and thunder pestle shook between the young dragon's feet like an ordinary stick.

Monk Puzhi raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were wide open, he didn't expect that his wind and thunder pestle would become the plaything of the little dragon in front of him.

Monk Puzhi roared angrily, raised his arms outward, and grabbed the wind and thunder pestle with his palms in the air, and the thunder flashed on the wind and thunder pestle, and the thunder burst out.

The little dragon was startled by the change of the wind and thunder pestle, it shook its chubby body, and slapped its claws on the wind and thunder pestle, and the wind and thunder pestle was as light as a fallen leaf under the blow of the young dragon, and flew sideways towards several people.

Monk Puzhi stepped forward, stretched out and buckled his right palm very quickly, and wanted to copy the wind and thunder pestle in his hand, but unexpectedly, the force from the wind and thunder pestle shook his right arm sore, and his right palm also pounced.

"Be careful. Seeing it in his eyes, Zijian Shan Weng couldn't help but scream, the whole person had instantly hid in the distance, and the Puzhi monk's right palm flew into the air, but his left palm pressed down extremely quickly, directly unloading most of the power on the wind and thunder pestle, and at the same time, his whole person also rose into the air, and the wind and thunder pestle with a strong wind instantly whistled under his feet, deeply inserted into the ground.

The Heavenly Leopard looked at the Wind Thunder Pestle less than a foot away from him with a pale expression, and suddenly let out a sigh of relief, at this time, the Purple Sword Mountain Weng had already withdrawn the long sword and held it in his hand.

At this moment, the young dragon on the lid of the coffin suddenly let out a low roar, and it stared at the wind and thunder pestle on the ground, and then jumped off the bronze coffin and chased straight after it.

What made several people even more shocked was that the white bone that was originally leaning on the stump actually stood up at this time, followed the little dragon towards a few people slowly, with every step taken by the remains of the gods, the powerful power quickly forced towards a few people, and the monk Puzhi reached out and held the wind and thunder pestle in his hand, but the power revealed on the bones of the gods had been suppressed and he began to breathe.

"Let's go. Monk Puzhi finally squeezed out two words from his mouth, and at the same time, his whole person had already swept out, and the bones of the gods were separated by a hundred feet.

The rest of the people didn't expect the Puzhi monk to go so fast, they all scolded in their hearts, turned around and ran out of the valley, Puzhi monk saw that the leopard had already left the valley, and he didn't want to stay longer, the speed was extremely fast, and the whole person was like a light smoke, floating out of the valley in an instant.

After a few people escaped from the valley for a long time, they stopped, and the white-eyed venerable looked back in a panic, and after confirming that the young dragon had not chased out of the valley, he looked at the rest of the people beside him and said, "That bronze coffin should not be the one we lost, otherwise how could there be a young dragon in it." ”

The Heavenly Leopard let out a sigh of relief, looked around at a few people, and asked, "Now that the bronze coffin is lost, what will we use to explain to the four major families?"

"What else do you need to explain, let's just tell the truth. The White-Eyed Venerable took a deep breath and sneered, "If they don't believe it, just let them take it themselves." ”

"The coffin is obviously filled with Qin Mu, why did it become a young dragon, the old man is really puzzled. Purple Sword Mountain Weng shook his head and said.

Monk Puzhi glanced at a few people, and said calmly: "Let's not talk about it so much, let's go to Kunlun Mountain first, and then everyone will discuss together." ”

Everyone agreed, at this moment, they couldn't think of any other way than to go to Kunlun Mountain, and they were also worried that if they fell behind others, if someone said something unfavorable to them, it would be really unreasonable.