The third master, who fell on the huge coffin, was wearing a bright yellow auspicious dress at the moment, with nine dragons embroidered on it, and whether he looked at it from the front, or from the side or back, he could see the complete five, which represented the honor of the ninety-five.

The hem of the garment is diagonally arranged with many curved lines, which is called "water foot"; Above the foot of the water, there are many waves tumbling water waves, there are mountain and stone treasures on the water waves, commonly known as "sea water river cliff", it not only means that it is continuous and auspicious, but also has the meaning of "unifying mountains and rivers" and "ascending to peace for all ages".

Wearing a dragon robe and a red beard and a golden crown, the third master at this moment is like a crowned emperor.

He took a deep breath, and the black souls that were constantly circling and whimpering began to roll violently, and then frantically poured into his body.

Obviously, the souls of the dead know who killed them.

However, for this kind of erosion, the third master didn't care at all, his eyes roamed around the field, and finally with a slight lift of his right hand, the huge coffin lid flew up.

Then he bowed to Du Gongyao, who was presiding over the ceremony, and then lay back on his back, but fell into the coffin.

In the coffin, when the coffin lid was opened just now, countless blood had already gathered in, and when the third master lay down, he was soaked in the rich blood.

He lay down in it, and the coffin lid fell immediately.

Bang!

When the coffin lid fell, the demon wind blew in all directions, and the torches in the field were all extinguished at this moment, and the scene fell into darkness.

Of course, this dimness didn't last long.

Because after a few breaths, there was a dark red light, emanating from the inside of the coffin, rendering the scene strange.

The little carpenter was amazed, because the texture of the golden silk nanmu was very thick and fine, and it was impossible to transmit light from any angle.

The more this is the case, the more you can feel what kind of fierce state is in the coffin.

And Du Gong, who has been standing behind Gao Taixiang's case, finally made a move.

But he saw that there were words in his mouth, and then he took a step forward, but he took something out of his bosom and threw it in the air.

It was a wild boar skin.

However, it is not a simple boar skin, with the geography of mountains and rivers drawn on it, as well as countless runes.

At this moment, a golden light emerged from it, urging countless runes to run wildly, and then, countless blood under the coffin was sucked up and seeped into the golden silk nanmu, and all the whimpering black mist, that is, the so-called unjust soul, was also attached to the coffin.

One red and one black, the two converged together, and the nine real dragons carved on the coffin seemed to come to life.

They come alive as if they were real.

Du Gong began to hold the incantation impassionedly, and the eight shamans below danced like crazy, as if they had installed a motor, and their bodies trembled like chaff.

The other eighteen people who were blowing and beating were also red-faced and red-eared, and they gave up their old lives.

However, everyone's eyes fell on the huge golden silk nanmu coffin, the coffin lid on it kept shaking, as if it was a large teapot, and inside was the tumbling steam, full of explosive power.

At the same time, the top of the wild boar skin was spinning rapidly, and countless breaths flew out of the golden runes inside and fell to the coffin below.

These breaths were very chaotic at first, but under the auspices of Nadugong, they were evenly divided into nine parts, but they were respectively poured into the nine living wood carving dragons on the coffin.

The little carpenter could feel the familiarity of that breath, and it was obviously possible that it came from the power of the true dragon.

However, if the power that the little black dragon in his body can provide is a small stream, the nine breaths are like a big river.

What the wild boar skin carries is an endless ocean.

The power contained in it made the little carpenter's mind, in addition to thinking of the ocean described by Qu Menghu, that was the starry sky above his head.

Boundless.

Seeing this scene, Wang Baishan couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "I'll wipe it, oh my mother, this guy actually has a Manchu dragon vein map?" Who the hell is that guy who has this thing? Could it be that he is directly subordinate to Aixinjue Luo? Could it be that he is the last emperor Pu Yi......"

Li Mengsheng asked: "That wild boar skin, is it the Manchu dragon vein?" ”

Wang Baishan shook his head, saying that it is naturally incorrect, but if it is said that the two hundred and seventy years of the Manchu Qing Dynasty originated from this, it may be able to make sense - I don't know how much effort it took to worship the top in the former Qing Dynasty, and the sacrifice was nearly three hundred years, and I don't know how much dragon vein qi it absorbed...... No wonder that guy is so confident, it turns out that he still has such a heritage......"

Li Mengsheng asked: "Does the fact that he can use this thing means that he is the inheritor of the bloodline of the former Qing royal family?" ”

Wang Baishan nodded and said yes.

Li Mengsheng squinted at the violently shaking coffin, and his face became very difficult to look at.

He had always been extremely calm, and finally he couldn't hold back a little, and under the huge pressure, he gritted his teeth and said: "If this is the case, it is very likely that he will use the Manchu Dragon Vein Diagram, as well as the power enshrined on it for hundreds of years, to forcibly break through, ascend to heaven with the help of the Nine Dragons, have the Earth Immortal Fruit Rank, and become the first person in the world - and if that is the case, I am afraid it will be a terrible thing for today." He must be stopped, he must not be allowed to succeed......"

He turned his head and looked at the door of Zhuangzi, knowing that the reinforcements might be too late, he took a deep breath, and then said: "I'm going to make trouble desperately, you find a chance to leave......" Before he finished speaking, Wang Baishan was annoyed.

Brother Dog scolded angrily: "Little brother, who do you look down on? Do you think Lao Tzu is the one who is greedy for life and afraid of death? ”

Li Mengsheng said: "It's not that I'm afraid of death, but someone needs to spread the word." ”

Wang Baishan pointed to the little carpenter next to him and asked him to go out to report the news, and I will go with you.

The little carpenter was not willing and asked, "Why?" ”

Wang Baishan said very bluntly: "I admit that your future potential is unlimited, but today, your role is a little stronger than cannon fodder, even if you follow us to fight hard, it will only cause a little trouble to the enemy, and it is basically useless." So instead of that, you might as well help report and spread what you see......"

The little carpenter couldn't help but say, "Actually, you can wait, I think ......"

Before his words fell, suddenly, something happened in the field, but he saw that Dong Wangguan, who had been watching coldly, moved.

It was the obscene Taoist beside him who moved with him.

He should be, that is, less than the red belly of the Fang Shi in his mouth.

Before that person, he was next to Wu Banxian, he was cold by nature, and his appearance was a little vicious, and he looked at Du Gong on the stage from time to time, and at this moment, at the most critical time when the third master held the ceremony, he and Dong Wangguan jumped out together very tacitly.

The former rushed towards the high platform, while the latter raised his arms and shouted, and then from the darkness, hundreds of black shadows rushed into the field.

As soon as these people appeared, they were menacing, and the killing sound shook the sky, which was obviously premeditated for a long time.

Black eats black.

This Jinling Haoqiang, who provides a venue and convenience, seems to be extremely cooperative on the surface, only seeking immortality, but what he asks for is really surprising.

He actually had a premeditated plan, and it was obvious that his target was to come at the Manchu Dragon Vein Diagram.

After greeting his subordinates, Dong Wangguan took an arrow step, flew in mid-air, and stretched out his hand to grab the spinning wild boar skin.

Obviously, he didn't want to be a dog, but wanted to take down the thing that pressed the bottom of the box in one fell swoop and become the new master.

After all, now that the Republic of China is in the Republic, people's ambitions have begun to grow wildly, and servility has also degenerated.

However, Du Gong, who witnessed Dong Wangguan reversing the water on the spot, and standing on the stage and generously reciting mantras, did not seem to panic, he took out two pennants from his arms, one was apricot yellow, and the other was red, as if he had expected it for a long time.

And the large group of people who originally belonged to the third master's subordinates also showed their weapons in an instant.

The two sides, who originally seemed to be close, changed their positions at this moment without any buffer, and then collided abruptly and became a ball.

Only Wu Banxian and Zhang Qiming, who the little carpenter had been staring at, the two of them really didn't understand the situation, they were a little confused, and they retreated in a panic, but they were mistaken for enemy opponents and launched an attack on them.

The scene was chaotic, and Dong Wangguan wanted to take down the rotating wild boar skin, but he never thought that under the manipulation of Du Gong, the wild boar skin fell on the golden silk nanmu giant coffin.

As soon as it fell, the nine real dragon wood carvings on it seemed to come to life, and they danced their teeth and claws at Dong Wangguan, who wanted to rush forward.

The terrifying dragon power, as well as the aura that was almost condensed, made Dong Wangguan hit several times, but it was in vain.

As he stepped closer to the hanging coffin, his body felt twice as heavy, and his bones crackled.

Such pressure makes Dong Wangguan unsustainable.

Obviously, the existence of the wild boar skin made the hanging golden silk nanmu coffin turn into a giant cocoon, and when the third master inside turned into a butterfly, he, a guy who was on the verge of fighting against the water, would definitely not end well.

Thinking of this, Dong Wangguan suddenly turned around and pounced towards Du Gong, who was suffering a bare-bellied attack.

There was chaos in the field, and at this time, Li Mengsheng, who was the most calm, couldn't sit still.

He rolled over, jumped into the courtyard, and then lunged towards the huge coffin that hung in the air.

At this moment, there is only one belief in his heart.

No, let the villains in there turn into butterflies.

Even if you fight for your life.

Nor can it.

This is his Li Mengsheng's way.