"Now you can try to push the door open. Xuan Xuan said.

"It seems that the people behind the door are also a little impatient. Mochen said, reaching out again to push towards the iron door.

Losing the image of the human snake and the suppression of the trident of karmic fire, even if it was an iron gate made of Shen Yue's iron, it was difficult to resist the power of ink and dust, and only a few harsh friction sounds sounded, and the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open. When Mochen stepped into the iron gate, there was a huge karst cave behind the door, and in the deepest part of the cave, there were a large number of nine small and ten coffins on display.

"It smells so strong. Mochen covered his nose.

In the huge cave in front of him, the surface of the ten huge coffins was already very mottled, except for the largest black copper coffin, there were black corpse insects climbing back and forth from time to time on the remaining nine coffins.

Mo Chen looked at the coffin in front of him and sneered, "Are you going to change zombies next?" “

As soon as the words fell, Yin Eighteen's voice suddenly sounded from the void. "I didn't expect you to make it here. ”

With the sound of Yin Eighteen, the nine coffins moved at the same time, and some corpse insects were frightened and crawled into the coffins, but none of them crawled out.

"Surprised? I don't think so. Mo Chen smiled, and at the same time, the invisible telekinetic power had already enveloped the four fields.

"Being able to pass through the Eight Yin Heavenly Protectors proves that you are capable and able to get out of the turning channel, which also means that you have considerable wisdom. The voice of Yin Eighteen kept ringing, but no matter how Mo Chen listened, he couldn't hear where Yin Eighteen's voice came from.

"I'd like to advise you not to do this, how about showing up for the first battle sooner?"

Since he couldn't detect where Yin Eighteen was hidden, Mo Chen didn't do anything in vain, and said bluntly.

"Hahahaha, this seat suddenly thinks you are very interesting, seeing that you are so obsessed with me, I want to ask, what grievances do you have with me?" Yin Eighteen's voice kept ringing, and the nine coffins in front of Mo Chen also kept making strange noises.

"To be honest, no grudges. Mochen said bluntly.

"Oh, then I wonder, what made you come here so risking your life so much?"

Mo Chen rubbed his nose, as if he was a little embarrassed: "Then I'll just say, I want the incense burner in your hand, what do you think?"

After saying that, there was no sound around, and Mochen stood in place with a smile.

A moment later, Yin Eighteen's voice sounded again.

"You want me to have the censer in my hand? ”

"Oh, so you're so well-informed?" Mo Chen's smile was even better, as if Yin Eighteen's generosity made him very happy.

"This incense burner is of no great use to me, but due to some willingness, it cannot be handed over to others for the time being, so it is better for you to turn back now, and in seven days, I will personally deliver this incense burner to you, how about it?" The voice of Yin Eighteen spread through the cave, and there was some concession in his words.

No wonder he is like this, now he is at the critical juncture of breaking through, if he can stabilize the ink dust with words, he will naturally be much stronger than him breaking through.

"I can understand that you are afraid of something?" Mo Chen is not a fool, Yin Eighteen is definitely above all that he has encountered before, but now he will take the initiative to give in, and there is a reason for this.

"Ha, what am I afraid of, don't say that your little Ning Yuan Realm, even if you are standing here now, you are a powerhouse of the Infinite Heaven Realm, and I am not afraid at all. ”

Yin Eighteen said coldly.

"I believe it, but my sword doesn't. Ink Dust sneered, and at the same time, the ink sword rose into the air, cutting through the space and shooting towards the largest coffin in the cave.

"You dare!" only to hear a loud shout, nine chains suddenly shot out of the nine coffins, blocking the ink sword.

Hearing a loud sound, the nine chains actually condensed into a rope at the same time, entangling the ink sword heavily in the air, and the ink sword could not break free even if it kept struggling.

Seeing that the blow could not be achieved, Mo Chen no longer made a move, but said lightly: "Your body is in this black copper coffin." “

"Mochen, I advise you not to touch this coffin, otherwise I swear by my true spirit that you will never be able to get out of this cave today. Yin Eighteen said fiercely, and the sound that spread throughout the cave was hysterical.

"When facing the enemy, it is not wise to clearly expose one's weaknesses. ”

Mo Chen sneered, and then his figure flashed, and he instantly crossed the chain blockade and rushed straight towards the huge black copper coffin in the depths of the cave.

"Mo Chen! you dare!" With a roar of rage, Yin Eighteen immediately mobilized the chains within the nine coffins to wrap around Mo Chen.

These nine chains are the things of the underworld, and their speed can be called extremely fast, otherwise it would be impossible to block the attacking ink sword, even if the ink dust is extremely fast, but Yin Eighteen is confident enough to stop him before he comes to the black copper coffin.

Yin Eighteen was right, but unfortunately he underestimated Mo Chen's thoughts.

Just as he roared, Mo Chenshu laughed at the same time, "Do you think you can stop me?"

"Huh?" Yin Eighteen was stunned when he heard this, and then he immediately understood where the confidence in Mo Chen's words came from.

The nine chains that were supposed to be wrapped around Ink Dust were mobilized by him, but although they made a rattling sound, they didn't move as he imagined.

The ink sword that had been bound by nine chains was spinning in it, and on closer inspection, the sword body had strung them together from the hollow part of the chains, and after a few rotations, the nine chains were twisted together into a pimple, and no matter how the chains kept shaking, they could not untie themselves.

"So you were planning to sacrifice your weapon in the first place!" Yin Eighteen exclaimed.

At this time, Mo Chen had already come to the black coffin, raised his hand and slapped it with a palm, which immediately shook the entire black coffin, and the originally closed coffin lid also had a trace of looseness.

"How can I fool you without putting a little thought?" Mo Chen said with a smile, and then slapped it with another palm.

The second palm fell, and the originally loose coffin lid was directly offset by three inches, obviously unable to withstand the heavy blow of ink dust.

"If you want the censer, I'll give it to you, three days! I'll give it with both hands in three days!"

At this time, Yin Eighteen's voice was already sounding from the black coffin, and there was no previous calmness between the words, and some were just pleading in a low voice, obviously unable to hide the panic in their hearts.

"Why should I wait three days to get it now?" Mo Chen said with a smile, but the movements in his hand did not stop, and his palm still fell. At the moment when the third palm was about to fall on the black coffin, Yin Eighteen's figure suddenly appeared from behind Mo Chen, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, one hand holding the mysterious incense burner, and the other hand turned into a pitch-black claw, grabbing the back of Mo Chen's heart fiercely.

"Since you can't wait so much, then I will be merciful and send you on your way!"

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On the trail behind the mountain, Jian Que dragged his heavy steps towards the bottom of the mountain, and he remembered the multiple enchantment traps on the path clearly, and soon walked to the mountainside.

"Whew~" Jian Que gasped and sat on the ground. Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, he lost his sword momentum, and now it is very difficult to even go down the mountain.

Just as he was gasping for breath and resting, an old woman on crutches suddenly appeared in front of him.

Xi Niang was standing tremblingly on crutches, and when she saw Jian Que looking at her, she immediately asked, "Mochen has entered the belly of the mountain?" "Huh~" Jian Que didn't answer immediately, just gasped heavily, and along with this rough breath, there was a slight smell of blood. Seeing this, Xi Niang stepped forward and pointed the cane on Jian Que's chest, and then a burst of vitality entered Jian Que's body. "This is?" Xi Niang frowned and said, "How can you have the breath of heavenly fire in your body?" Jian Que waved his hand and said, "You don't need to know. "If you don't ask, you'll be dead!" Xi Niang said coldly, and the crutches kept pumping vitality into Jian Que's body. Jian Que violently waved his hand and slapped the crutches on his chest away, coughing violently a few times, bringing out a pool of blood. "Knowing that I have the breath of heavenly fire in my body, and you still send your wood spirit qi to me, are you afraid that I will not die fast enough?Or have you forgotten your identity as a tree demon after turning into a human form for many years?" "This ......" Xi Niang was stunned when she heard this, and after pondering for a moment, she said: "The heavenly fire breath in your body conflicts with the yin power I helped you seal, although it seems that there is some kind of power that can barely maintain your body now, but after three days, you will definitely die." "That's enough. I'm so satisfied with being able to have three days to spare, but I might not even be able to make it through a day. Jian Que smiled, but there was no previous divine light in his eyes. Drinking the dripping marrow of ink dust, he can survive three days and then die, if he doesn't drink, everything is hard to say, maybe he can survive with the help of wood aura, but it is also possible that he will never see the sun tomorrow again. For Jian Que, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, he has to avoid it, because the only thing he wants now is to witness Mo Chen's killing of Yin Eighteen and take Lilac away from this isolated place, otherwise, even if he dies, he will never turn a blind eye. Xi Niang was silent for a moment, and then sighed, "Whatever you want, since you have already made a decision, then I won't say anything." Saying that, Xi Niang's face was straight, and she said in a deep voice: "You haven't told me yet, whether the ink dust has entered the belly of the mountain." "Got in. Jian Que returned coldly. "Sure enough, it didn't disappoint me!" Xi Niang's face showed joy, "Being able to break through the Eight Yin Heavenly Protection, the strength in his body is really strong enough." "Next, it's time to wait for the big battle between him and Yin Eighteen, and I have to be ready. As she spoke, she gently tapped the ground with the cane in her hand, and then there was a rustling sound in the mountains and forests on both sides of the path, accompanied by a few wild beast screams, and a huge branch suddenly stretched out from the originally dark mountain forest and crossed in front of the bride. When the huge branch lowered its height, Xi Niang raised her feet and stood on the branch, and said to Jian Que who was sitting on the ground: "You go back to rest first, and then wait for my good news." Jian Que looked at Xi Niang standing on the branch with a blank face, and asked for the last time, "Do you have to sacrifice Mo Chen?" Xi Niang's face sank when she heard this, and the wrinkles on her face were wrinkled together like tree bark, and she said in a deep voice: "Up to now, you are still such nonsense, you can get rid of Yin Eighteen, what is this sacrifice?" With a cold voice, the huge branch dragged Xi Niang and quickly retracted back into the depths of the mountain forest. After Jian Que watched Xi Niang's figure disappear, he stood up and walked down the mountain step by step. As he walked, he muttered in his mouth: "Xi Niang, now you have been affected by the demons and paranoid to this point, I can't do anything, just that, just that." As he spoke, there was no trace on the mountain path, only a pool of mottled blood on the ground.