"Boom-"

The five-storey water layer was cut open by Jiang Ting, and at the bottom of Qinwang Lake, a coffin was revealed.

This is an iron coffin!

As the lake was cut open, the iron coffin flew out and landed in front of Jiang Ting: "Junior, you dare to damage my dojo!" ”

The voice was hoarse, whirring like an old bellows.

"Hide your head and show your tail, sneaky!"

Jiang Ting was not afraid, he held a war knife in his hand, and the water of the lake fell all over the sky, and the entire Qinwang Reservoir set off waves.

He is not worried that the movement will attract unnecessary attention, the Qinwang Reservoir is already a remote suburb, and there are few people on weekdays, and even the teahouse is no longer in operation because of the incident in Jia Jintang.

From the moment Fang just chased and killed the water ghosts, Jiang Ting had the idea of killing all the ghosts in the Qinwang Reservoir.

Most of the ghosts have to absorb the yang energy and blood of the living to survive, which is undoubtedly a huge hidden danger for the residents of the entire Xia City.

And at this moment, the iron coffin appeared, and Jiang Ting could not ask for it.

The iron coffin flew out and suppressed towards Jiang Ting, who did not dodge or dodge, and brazenly greeted him.

The iron coffin shook the air, and a powerful aura spread, Jiang Ting's eyes froze, and the war knife in his hand was already raised.

He had already judged the realm of this ghost.

"But the ghost master!"

"Boom!"

The dark blue sword slashed on the iron coffin, like two big guns colliding, making a loud sound.

The light of the big canopy burst out, and Jiang Ting slashed it down, colliding with the iron coffin, splashing a large spark.

The dark blue war knife shook and rippled, and a gap opened at the blade, and there was no trace left on the iron coffin!

"Junior, this coffin is a magic weapon of this seat, how can you shake it?!" There was no attack in the coffin, but a voice came out, "This seat sees that you are extraordinary, it is a pity to strangle, if you are willing to worship under the door of this seat, you should be given a chance." ”

Jiang Ting frowned, why are you talking so much about this coffin?

The coffin shook, and it seemed that he wanted to continue to say something: "This seat is surprised by your bones, it must be a ...... in ten thousand"

"Boom!"

Jiang Ting slashed at it with a knife, shaking the iron coffin.

"Bastard! How dare you and other juniors ......"

"Dang!"

Jiang Ting raised his fist and smashed it down, the soul attraction trick flowed, and a thin film of energy fit his skin, extremely tough.

At the same time, his hands glowed, and his fists were white, like cold jade, colliding with the iron coffin, knocking the iron coffin backwards.

The owner of the iron coffin was furious, the iron coffin moved out horizontally, and the black qi around his body appeared, strangling towards Jiang Ting, Jiang Ting snorted coldly, pinched his fist print, and hit the black gas.

In his body, the qi and blood were like a furnace, extremely vigorous, and an invisible aura was formed around Jiang Ting, this aura was transformed by the overflow of qi and blood in his body, which was extremely scorching, and a hundred ghosts could not invade.

The black qi emitted by the owner of the iron coffin completely dissipated as soon as it touched the aura outside Jiang Ting's body, and it was difficult to get close.

With the blue sword in hand, Jiang Ting stepped on the surface of the lake, as if walking on the ground, looking directly at the iron coffin in front of him, the iron coffin shook, and a layer of black light emerged from the surface of the body, sweeping towards Jiang Ting like a sword qi.

Jiang Ting sneered, mana poured out, all poured into the battle knife, and when he raised his hand, a sword qi dozens of meters long flew out, colliding with the black light.

"Boom!"

There was a big explosion here, and the black light and the knife qi collided violently, creating a huge shock wave, and the sound of a rattle was heard, and the lake water was shocked into the sky, and then fell down.

Jiang Ting didn't stay, the moment the explosion occurred, he approached, stepped on the lake, and came to the iron coffin!

The Soul Attraction Technique was running wildly, and the mana in Jiang Ting's body was agitated, urging the qi and blood to the extreme, and the powerful mana poured out of his body and poured into the dark blue battle knife.

The dark blue war knife was forged by divine gold, which was extremely special, and with the influx of mana, it suddenly became heavy.

Jiang Ting felt that with the continuous infusion of mana in his body, this war knife had already weighed more than a thousand catties!

However, to him, the weight of a thousand catties is nothing, as a Soul Induction Realm cultivator, even if it is a 10,000 catties of boulders, he can easily pick it up.

Jiang Ting raised his hand, the war knife fell, and smashed on the iron coffin, and the black light around the iron coffin was black for a while, and there was a slight flicker, and it was obscure.

He didn't stop, holding the coffin in one hand and the dark blue war knife in the other, and kept smashing towards the iron coffin.

A clear light emerged from Jiang Ting's hand, Jiang Ting's chest glowed, the bronze coffin pendant was suspended, and Qinghui continued to overflow, Jiang Ting's mind flowed, and his hands were repaid by Qing Hui, suppressed on the iron coffin.

This Qinghui seemed to have a strong ability to restrain ghosts and evil spirits, and when Qinghui was wrapped around the iron coffin, Jiang Ting clearly felt that the owner of the coffin stiffened for a moment.

The next moment, the iron coffin shook and struggled frantically, trying to get away, and the owner of the iron coffin was obviously panicked and desperately trying to break free.

"Huh."

A smile tugged at the corner of Jiang Ting's mouth, he raised his left arm, and punched out, hitting the head of the iron coffin, deflecting it.

The iron coffin stabilized its body in the air and tried to move away, but at this time, Jiang Ting had already pounced.

With a "dang" sound, Jiang Ting kicked on the butt of the iron coffin and kicked it away, and before the iron coffin fell, he flew out again and punched the chassis of the iron coffin.

"Peng, Peng, Peng!"

Jiang Ting wrapped his hands around the iron coffin and ran above the water, this iron coffin weighed thousands of catties, but it did not affect his speed at all.

However, after a few breaths, Jiang Ting had already stepped on the shore, he lifted the coffin and smashed it to the ground.

"Boom", the iron coffin smashed on a thousand catties of boulders, smashing it to pieces, and the wail of the owner of the iron coffin came from the smoke and dust, as if the old man had twisted his waist.

Jiang Ting got up, held down the coffin with one hand, clenched the other into a fist, and kept hitting the iron coffin, which was trembling and making a buzzing sound.

"Dangdang......"

Jiang Ting's hands glowed, and there was a clear glow between his fingers, hitting the iron coffin, which kept trembling, as if it was wailing.

After fighting for more than half an hour, Jiang Ting was sweating profusely, and he only felt that the qi and blood in his body were vigorous and unimpeded, and his whole body was extremely relaxed.

This feeling is somewhat similar to punching sandbags, and in the midst of the repeated attacks, Jiang Ting's breakthrough realm due to the aura riot last night has been completely consolidated.

After fighting for a long time, Jiang Ting was also tired, so he simply sat on top of the coffin.

This Iron King Ba is too hard, and he fights by himself for a long time, even if he slashes with the Divine Gold Battle Knife, he can't leave a trace on it.

At the same time, the coffin is dark throughout, but it is tightly sealed, as if it was poured in one piece, and judging from the fact that it can sink to the bottom of the lake for so long, it is mostly waterproof.

"I'm talking about friends." The owner of the iron coffin spoke, changed his title, and there was obviously a trace of awe in his tone, "Look at ......"

"Dang!"

Jiang Ting's fist was covered by Qinghui and slammed the coffin lid.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Ting sat on the coffin board, his tone was not good.

Unexpectedly, hearing the word demon road, the owner of the iron coffin roared under Jiang Ting's ass as if he had been insulted:

"Little friend's words are wrong! The people of this great Qin Qi cultivator have never done anything to hurt the heavens and reason, how can they be called demons! ”

Jiang Ting was stunned when he heard this.

Pre-Qin Qi Refiner?!

Good fellow, this wave of graves is right.