A cold breath diffused from Mu Chen's chest, this kind of coldness was not like the cold wind in winter, nor was it as cold as the clouds and snow in the Tianshan Mountains, but from the Yellow Spring Nine Shadows......

This kind of cold is a hundred times colder than the cold wind and ten thousand times colder than the clouds and snow of the Tianshan Mountains! It is a kind of cold that can even freeze the soul to tremble!

There is loneliness in the coldness, loneliness, and eternal withering.

This is the breath from the heavenly coffin!

A nine-zhang tall cyan jasper sarcophagus stood in front of Mu Chen, blocking the way for Fei Stiff to move forward.

"Roar!" the flying stiff roared, trembling, and he wondered why the ant-like blood food in front of him had such a terrible aura!

Heavenly coffin! That is a sacred object used to suppress the heavenly stiffness in ancient times! The heavenly zombie can be suppressed, not to mention his little flying zombie!

"Last night, the master didn't sleep all night, and went through all the books about the heavenly coffin in Abba's study. Otherwise, you think that I am only the strength of the I Ching Realm, so you dare to come to me alone, Sister Hongzhao? Why am I talking so much to you, a zombie with limited sanity? Mu Chen said to the flying stiff in front of him, shook his head for a moment, and laughed at himself.

"Roaring ——"

"Hmph, I've been chasing the master for so long, and now I want to run, it's too late! Open the coffin!" Mu Chen pursed his lips, changing the magic seal in his hand, looking at Fei Jian who wanted to turn around and run away, and sneered. He had learned this set of sigils overnight after returning to the clan last night.

Since watching the process of the battle between Makino and the old man of the Holy Sect last night, and after going back, he flipped through the books and learned about some of the alternative uses of the heavenly coffin that the coffin spirit had not told him, and his heart has been itching, until the flying stiffness in front of him appeared at this moment, and the vague thoughts in his heart gradually became clear at this time!

In southern Xinjiang, a martial artist who can refine corpses and shepherds has a great advantage over ordinary martial artists!

"Hey, hey, hey...... This is equivalent to the flying stiffness of the Shadow Realm! Obediently be the protector of the little master's martial arts path!"

As Mu Chen's voice fell, the magic seal in his hand began to change again: "Heavenly Coffin Corpse!"

A huge suction force came from the green jade spirit coffin, and the flying zombie had already roared backwards, but he was horrified to find that the body that should have retreated was moving forward uncontrollably!

Fei Stiff struggled, roared, and resisted, but in vain.

"Seal the coffin!"

With the completion of Mu Chen's last magic seal, the flying zombie was completely dragged into the green jade spirit coffin, and the coffin lid was gradually sealed......

Mu Chen leaned on the edge of the jade coffin, panting heavily, exhausted.

At the moment when the coffin was sealed, in the dense forest swamp dozens of miles away, six black-clothed people were running quickly.

Suddenly, the leader stopped abruptly, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, looked in one direction in disbelief, and half-knelt on the ground gasping for breath, unable to speak for a moment.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong with you!" the people around him saw this, grabbed the arm of the leader and asked in a panic.

Poof—and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the leader muttered in disbelief: "How is it possible, the flying stiff I left in Fu Zhu's cleaning mouth actually cut off contact with me!"

"That fourth brother has been refining for more than ten years, and he is only one step away from a half-step spirit corpse!

"This matter is very strange, even if the fish that slipped through the net moved the rescuers from the scourge, it is impossible to directly cut off my connection with Fei Zombie, that is my hard work for more than ten years, I must go back to find out!" The leader frowned, and his expression was very solemn.

"Fourth brother, second brother wants us to meet before sunset. Last night, we were injured a lot, and Mao Zhuang also lost more than dozens of heads, and the Qing Zombie and Mo Zombie lost a lot of ......," reminded the last person at this time.

"I have made up my mind, I will act carefully, I will bear it on the second brother's side, and the five of you will quickly go to the second brother's place to meet. After the leader finished speaking, he walked in the direction where Mu Chen was.

"The fourth brother's flying stiffness means a lot to him. That's it, Lao Jiu, you go with me and the fourth brother, and the three of you go to join the second brother. The burly man pondered for a moment, and when he had finished speaking, he disappeared into the dense forest with the other man.

......

At this time, Mu Chen had been leaning on the edge of the jade coffin for half a pillar of incense for a long time, and only then did he feel that his qi and blood had recovered a little. Although he has collected Fei Stiff, he wants to obediently obey Mu Chen's control, but it is impossible for him at present.

In southern Xinjiang, although there are some classics in the seventy-two tribes, those real advanced methods are obediently placed in the mansions of several bigwigs in the three cities of heaven, earth and man.

"Forget it, there will always be a way to get that pastor. Mu Chen comforted himself like this.

After speaking, he stood up, made a seal with his hands, and prepared to turn the nine-zhang heavenly coffin into a three-inch jade plaque and then go home.

"Huh?" A set of magic seals came down, and there was no reaction after the coffin turned into six and a half feet in size that day, Mu Chen looked surprised, "Could it be that my magic seal is wrong?"

The hands were sealed again, and the nine magic seals were knotted one after another, but the coffin was still the same as before, without even a trace of change.

Mu Chen didn't believe in evil, and he made the seal nine hundred and eighty-one times in a row, until his hands were a little sore and he couldn't lift it, and then he realized that the problem was not with his own magic seal, but with the green jade spirit coffin.

No, to be exact, the problem should be the stiff body in the green jade spirit coffin.

"Could it be that if the flying zombie is buried in the coffin, it can't be turned into a three-inch jade plate anymore?, at most, it can only be turned into the size of the flying zombie?" Mu Chen couldn't help but have a headache when he looked at the two-zhang tall in front of him.

"Quack——quack——" In the distance, a faint scream of a black crow attracted Mu Chen's attention.

There are many strange things in the dense forests and swamps in southern Xinjiang, not to mention that this forest is still the densest forest within a radius of 100 miles - the forest that does not fall.

The crow was ominous everywhere, and the sound from the crow before was clearly not coming from the direction of the scourge.

"Open the coffin!" Mu Chen pondered, but the magic seal was instantaneous, and the lid of the green jade spirit coffin slowly rose.

At this time, the coffin Fei Fei froze with his eyes closed, and lay there quietly. Around his body, jade-colored inscription runes were engraved all over his body, and where his forehead froze, a transparent rune paper was pasted on the center of his eyebrows.

At this time, the flying stiffness became no longer as terrifying as before, and in Mu Chen's eyes, it seemed to be more like a natural work of art. Seeing this kind of scene for the first time, he couldn't help but sigh that the means of the heavenly coffin were really extraordinary.

Just sighed, Mu Chen's next behavior would be dumbfounded and stunned if someone saw the words!

I saw him step into the coffin, move the flying stiff to the side a little, and forcibly leave a gap of one foot wide, and then actually entered the coffin, and lay beside the flying stiff like this!

"Seal the coffin. Mu Chen's voice came from the coffin, and the lid of the coffin slowly fell.

When the lid of the coffin was completely closed, the green jade spirit coffin slowly sank, and when it disappeared completely, the soil on the ground was like the swamp water in the evil swamp, and gradually returned to its original state, without the slightest trace.