At this time, there were bursts of angry roars all around, and the white-eyed Venerable's expression changed slightly, and he said very quickly: "We have to get out of here quickly, lest we not be able to get out of here for a while." ”

The heavenly leopard turned around and asked Monk Puzhi: "Master, I don't know what your high opinion is?" Just now, Monk Puzhi killed dozens of demon bears in an instant with one move, which had already convinced him.

"Yes, Master Puzhi, you need to have an idea. Zijian Mountain Weng looked at Monk Puzhi with admiration, Monk Puzhi smiled slightly, and said, "Since everyone can trust the old monk, the old monk can't stand idly by." ”

Monk Puzhi looked into the distance with his eyes and said, "Let's go to the valley before and see if we can find the whereabouts of the bronze coffin." The few people didn't dare to stay any longer, and turned around and walked towards the valley that the Heavenly Leopard had said earlier.

The cold wind was bleak, and the cold sunlight could not feel the slightest warmth, and the leopard did not speak along the way, but just strode forward. The White-Eyed Venerable peeked around with his peripheral vision as he walked, and he had been a little worried in his heart, afraid that the black bears from before would catch up.

There is only a small path that is more than one person wide leading to the mouth of the valley, and it is winding and rugged, and it is unusually steep. The White-Eyed Venerable looked at Taniguchi in the distance and complained, "What the hell is this place, it is so difficult to walk, and the more you walk, the more difficult it becomes. ”

"Donor, do you think this is because the road is difficult?" Monk Pu Zhi said in a slow tone, "Master, could it be that there are other reasons?" The White-Eyed Venerable looked at Pu Zhi and asked with a smile.

Monk Puzhi looked at the valley with a serious expression and said, "This is because there is a potential in the valley, and we are now close to the range of this potential, so we will feel more and more difficult." He paused and continued, "Now the old monk is worried about whether we can enter the valley. ”

Zijian Mountain Weng suddenly looked at the valley with firm eyes, and said in a resolute tone: "Since we have arrived here, we can't give up halfway, if you don't dare to enter, then I will go alone." ”

Monk Puzhi said very quickly: "Old friend, don't misunderstand, the old monk is just worried in his heart, and he has no intention of retreating." At this time, the cold wind blowing from the mouth of the valley intensified a little.

Tian Leopard turned his head to look at a few people, and continued in a firm tone: "Don't say more, now that the copper coffin is lost, we have to go into the valley to have a look." ”

"Let's go, what are you doing with such nonsense. The White-Eyed Venerable snorted coldly, braved the cold wind, and walked towards the valley, and the rest of the people did not delay any longer, followed behind the White-Eyed Venerable, and ran towards the valley.

There was a faint mist floating at the mouth of the valley, and several people stood at the mouth of the valley and looked at the valley, and the leopard said with palpitations: "Let's not get too far away, in case we meet an existence like a demon bear, we can take care of it." ”

Monk Puzhi volunteered and said: "If everyone agrees, let the old monk lead the way." When several people heard this, they were all much more at ease, and they all consciously followed behind Monk Puzhi in turn.

Monk Puzhi held the wind and thunder pestle in his hand, his steps moved steadily and slowly, and the rest of the people followed behind Puzhi, and they could clearly feel that there was an invisible power that had been enveloping them.

Entering the valley, what appeared in the eyes of several people was only a barren, scattered dead wood abruptly standing on both sides of the road. The White-Eyed Venerable looked into the distance, sighed lightly, and said, "That bronze coffin can't be here, no one should have been here for a long time." ”

At this time, there was a very light sound flickering along the wind, and the monk Puzhi shrank his eyebrows and said softly: "Have you heard any sound?"

Zijian Shan Weng tightened his hand holding the sword, his eyes turned extremely quickly, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems to be the sound of a divine soldier." At this time, the white-eyed Venerable held his breath and listened carefully to the sound of the wind, he was originally cultivated by the green wolf, and his hearing was extremely sensitive, his expression changed suddenly, he turned his head and glanced at a few people, and said: "This voice should be a hundred feet away from us, maybe we will meet a rare big opportunity." ”

"Roar. ”

At this moment, a low roar suddenly sounded, and the expressions of several people changed dramatically in an instant, and then they all took steps and chased in the direction from which the sound came.

A hillside is very inconspicuous, a tree stump more than one person thick is only half a section, lonely obliquely inserted on the hillside, a pair of white bones leaning against the stump with both hands on the chest and sitting cross-legged, the bronze coffin is quietly parked next to it.

A few people just glanced at the white bones, and suddenly felt their eyes ache like cone thorns, "My eyes." Purple Sword Mountain Weng was the first to call out.

"Could it be the bones of a god-man? Pu Zhi suddenly suddenly said loudly, "Hurry back." But several people felt that their bodies were pressed with hundreds of millions of pounds of force, and they couldn't move at all.

The White-Eyed Venerable's eyes were bloodied, and he roared angrily, "I can't move my body. Monk Puzhi recited the Buddha's name, and the wind and thunder pestle in his hand suddenly waved, and suddenly a golden light shrouded everyone in the middle.

Several people instantly felt a little lighter, and the Puzhi monk held the wind and thunder pestle in his hand, his eyes were flowing with blood and tears, and he said in a deep voice: "Follow me, step back." ”

Immediately, several people retreated to a hundred feet away at a very fast speed, and several people breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been amnestied. Zijian Mountain Weng slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the rest of the people, but when he saw that his eyes were bleeding, Monk Puzhi's skin was even more broken, and the blood flowed like a note.

The Heavenly Leopard was the least injured, and when he heard the cry of the White-Eyed Venerable, he immediately withdrew from the outer chamber, but blood still spilled from his mouth. Zijian Mountain Weng took a deep breath, looked in the direction of the bronze coffin, and said to Pu Zhi with a grateful expression: "The master's life-saving grace will definitely be remembered." ”

Pu Zhi's expression was indifferent, his eyes looked in front of him, and he said indifferently: "The copper coffin is close at hand, but it can't be obtained, the old monk is unwilling." ”

Zijian Mountain Weng asked with a puzzled expression: "How can the bronze coffin be next to the bones of the gods?" Monk Puzhi shook his head with a serious expression, and said in a low voice: "It should be because of the hurricane before, is there really such a coincidence in the world." ”

"If we don't get the bronze coffin, I'm afraid there will be trouble at the assembly of all nations. Purple Sword Mountain Weng sighed with some worry on his face. The White-Eyed Venerable snorted coldly with a displeased expression and said, "If you have the ability to destroy the bones of that god-man, the bronze coffin will naturally be ours." ”

"Hey, that's a good idea. Heavenly Leopard Huo Ran turned his head and stared straight at the Purple Sword Mountain. "What do you want to do?" Purple Sword Mountain Weng looked at the Heavenly Leopard's gaze, and he asked with some uneasiness.

At this time, the White-Eyed Venerable's eyes were also fixed on the Purple Sword Mountain Weng, but his gaze gradually moved to the sword in the Purple Sword Mountain Weng's hand, "You can try to destroy that white bone through the Sky Imperial Sword." The White-Eyed Venerable glanced into the distance and said slowly.

Zijian Mountain Weng opened his eyes and exclaimed, "Are you whimsical, that may be a god-man skeleton that can be easily destroyed?" The White-Eyed Venerable answered very quickly.

At this time, Monk Puzhi also looked at Zijian Mountain Weng: "Donor, don't you try it, if you can really do it." Purple Sword Mountain Weng was a little reluctant, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he slowly raised the purple sword in his hand, and a purple light shot out, heading towards the white bones in the distance.