Xia Mu was originally still strange, Meng Fei Meditation Hall was congenitally high-level, how could his cultivation be easily controlled by the two-life coffin within three hundred years, obviously these innate beginner-level people had no accidents, and now it seems that if a person dies, he can't stop anything from cultivating.

At this moment, the lid of the coffin suddenly opened, and out of it came a tall and thin man, still with blood stains on his body. Natsuki's eyelids jumped violently when he saw it.

"Don't get me wrong, the vitality in this coffin is extremely strong, and it can help heal wounds."

Natsuki quietly took a few steps back. Then I lost an identification technique.

[Terran]: The human species - Terran.

Age: sixty-eight

Gender: Male

……

Identification revealed no anomalies, and the person's data showed that it was a standard human being, not controlled by anyone. It's just that the coffin of the two lives acts on the soul, which is already a blind spot of identification. It's not a good thing to have a part of your soul taken away.

"Is there a way for you to escape?" Flying Skull suddenly asked.

Several innate people laughed bitterly, and the man who had just come out of the coffin said, "What can be done now?" I tried to rush out to ask for help, but I couldn't even get out of the house, and the outside world didn't know what constituted the illusion, and even I couldn't see through it. ”

"So you still don't know what's going on? It's really useless tight. ”

The flying skull was so insulting, and several congenitally depressed people hung their heads. And I didn't make a sound.

Natsuki sensed that the time for the ghost mask was approaching.

Can't let them continue to communicate so slowly, Xia Mu felt a trace of urgency, if the effect of the ghost mask disappeared, his own two or five boys would definitely become the target of public criticism.

Something needs to be done!

Natsuki whispered to the flying skull, "This is the coffin you want?" What problems can be perceived? ”

"Yes, this is the coffin I saw that day, and this thing is destined for me."

Natsuki rolled his eyes in his heart.

"Grab the treasure, go!"

Natsuki gave his advice.

Fei's skull seemed to be a little moved, and after the sedan curtain rolled for a while, he calmed down, "Don't act rashly for the time being, the top priority is to escape from this place first." ”

Exercise! These goblins are a little too cautious.

Among the Meng family's group of congenitals, Xia Mu suddenly saw an acquaintance, the male witch who snatched the coffin in Gujia Village that day. At the moment, he is leaning on the second-grade maple poplar.

This person......

Natsuki walked towards him.

"Yama, did you find anything wrong?" Seeing Natsuki's movements, Flying Skull asked.

"Lord Ghost King, is there anything small to do?" The wizard said flatteringly.

Xia Mu seemed to be smiling, and turned his head to ask the innate of the Meng family, "Second grade maple poplar, this thing is the foundation of your Meng family, who is this?" Can you rest against a tree? ”

Xia Mu mentioned that even Fei Skull felt that something was wrong, he had already investigated the Meng Clan, and the male witch in front of him was definitely not from the Meng Clan, and this kind of person would never be allowed to enter an independent space on weekdays, let alone get close to the Martial Arts Tree.

Several Meng clan congenitals also frowned, the male witch had always been there, and they didn't even realize that this matter was abnormal, could it really be a sudden change, and their minds were restless, and they even ignored this kind of thing? Looking back, they didn't even realize when this person came in.

"I remember, it was he who brought this coffin back, and the ancestor remembered that he had merit and let him practice here." The tall, thin man who had just come out of the coffin said.

"I see."

"No wonder I don't have any impressions."

Not to mention the flying skull at this moment, even ghost kings who don't like to use their brains like long-tongued ghosts have noticed that these humans are congenitally abnormal.

At this time, Natsuki kicked the wizard away with a sudden kick.

The sorcerer does not cultivate internal strength, and his physical body is very weak, but Natsuki feels that he is kicking on a stone slab, and he only kicks the latter a few feet out with all his strength.

But that was enough, and behind the wizard, white silk threads were densely connected to the maple poplar. At the same time, there are also white silk threads on the soles of his feet that go deep into the ground.

Instant silence!

One of the Meng clan's innate mid-level was furious, "Dare to touch my Meng clan's martial arts tree, look for death!" ”

It's just that he just rushed out a few steps, and the back of his heart was suddenly pierced by a short sword.

"Cheng Yang! What are you doing! ”

The one who sneaked up on the back was the one who was lying in the coffin just now to heal.

Flying Skull sneered, "Can't you see this?" He's not one of yours anymore. The flying skull greeted, and several ghost kings rushed towards the coffin of the two lives at the same time, even if he was sluggish, he could guess that this coffin was the culprit at this time, but so what, it was related to his chance to become a yin god, even if it was a red soldering iron, he had to swallow it.

The four ghost kings suddenly made a move, although there were still six of Meng's congenitals, but they were already injured, and they were in a trance by the coffin of the two lives, where did they react, and they broke through by them, just as the sedan chair of the flying skull was about to touch the coffin of the two lives, a ghost hand suddenly slapped on the side of the sedan chair and slapped it sideways.

At the same time, the long-tongued ghost let out a miserable howl, and it turned out that the fanged ghost king took advantage of his unpreparedness and suddenly jumped on top of him, and the long fangs penetrated his ghost body smoothly, and the power in his body was sucked into the fang's body along the wound.

"Help me!" The long-tongued ghost screamed.

The long-tongued ghost has two hundred years of cultivation, far surpassing the fangs, but he was accidentally relieved of his combat power by the fangs. He could never have imagined that Fangfang would suddenly betray.

Xia Mu took everything into his eyes, and the fear in his heart deepened a little again, to be able to be invited by the flying skull, no matter what the strength is, the two fanged ghost kings must be reliable, but now that they suddenly rebelled, there was only one possibility, just now when they were sucking the blood of Yun Meng Feichan, they were used by the two coffins.

At this time, the curtain of the flying skull suddenly opened, and Xia Mu's eyes were suddenly attracted to the past, this mysterious flying skull ghost king, is he going to show his true face at this moment?

It's just that after the curtain opened, no one came out of it, but a gust of wind rose out of thin air, and the remaining ghost king was sucked in without any resistance. Then there was a chewing sound from the coffin.

On the other side, the long-tongued ghost's miserable howl slowly weakened, and dense white silk threads also grew from the fanged ghost king's body, and penetrated deeply into the long-tongued ghost's body, the latter's power was constantly withdrawn, and the other was eliminated, and finally the long-tongued ghost was left with a thin layer of ghost qi to maintain its body shape, and it was sucked out by the fangs.

And the Meng family's innate surrounded Meng Chengyang, but they were afraid of being attacked behind their backs, and they couldn't take him for a while. A few of the remaining innate members came towards the Martial Arts Tree, and one of them drew a sword and slashed at the silk thread that connected the Martial Arts Tree behind the wizard.

Zheng ......

There are cracks on the sword, but the silk thread does not move.

"Let me come!"

He turned his head and saw a flame suddenly ignite in Yama's hand, and he used his hand as a knife to slash down at the white silk thread.