"The doctor is dedicated to doing good, but when he arrives, he brings death to himself, it is really a snow in June, a tragedy in the world!" Wang Fatzi shook his head lightly and sighed

Meng Fan was also silent for a while after hearing this, this was not the fault of the ancient medicine immortal, but it was washed with blood!

"This is human nature?" Mengfan couldn't help but think of his own experience

In the silence between the two, the sound of chains swaying came from the silent cave.

Meng Fan and Wang Fatzi looked at the source of the sound, only to see that the coffin in the center of the formation was constantly shaking, and the eight thick chains made the sound of metal rubbing in the trembling, as if they wanted to fight to break the restraints.

"There's something in there!?" Wang Fatzi suddenly felt that the evil aura in the air was getting stronger, as if someone had secretly injected this space

"Little Tiger be careful" Mengfan also felt that something was wrong and reminded

Wang Fatzi nodded, noncommittal.

"Ah~ it's the smell of fresh blood!I want blood, I want blood!" A hellish voice came from inside the coffin.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The sound of pounding the lid of the coffin was constantly heard from inside the central blood-red coffin

"Bang, bang, bang"

There were several more crashes, and eight chains swayed wildly in the air, and the golden lines on them continued to emit dazzling light.

"It's not good, the things in Mengfan seem to be coming out soon" Wang Fatzi's spirit was highly tense at this time, because from the evil aura in the distance, he felt something unusual

"Click"

With a sound of metal breaking, one of the eight chains finally couldn't bear it anymore due to the violent shaking of the coffin, and broke away.

"Click, click, click"

All eight chains broke in the terrifying shake, and the coffin slammed to the ground with a loud thud.

"Blood, blood, blood, ah~"

Suddenly, a withered hand pierced through the blood-red coffin, exposing it to the dark air, and countless black evil qi gushed out from the cracks in the coffin.

The evil qi appeared, and the entire eight caves were like changing the sky, and the cold air was raging, and the fat man Wang not far away shivered without a shiver.

Another dry hand appeared, and I saw that the hands inserted into the coffin lid were exerted at the same time, and the "click" crack spread, and the coffin lid was broken into two halves and fell vertically at this time.

A shriveled head slowly poked out of the coffin

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle" seemed to be the sound of the joints not moving for many years, and the dry corpse who sat up looked at Wang Fatzi and Mengfan with an incredible arc, and his black ink-like eyes glowed faintly.

Wang Fatman, who was stared at by such a strange dry corpse, was also a little uncomfortable on his back, and a bead of sweat flowed down inadvertently.

"Mengfan, you are behind me, wait for me to block him, you take the opportunity to leave here" Wang Fatzi glanced at Mengfan on the side and said sternly

As soon as Wang Fatzi's words fell, the dry corpse in the coffin suddenly let out a sharp roar, his mouth opened wide and cracked directly to the root of his ear, and his face looked extremely terrifying.

The dry corpse jumped up, and the energy directly blasted the hard coffin into pieces, and rushed straight towards the two, rushing forward like a hungry wolf.

At this moment, a yellow rune paper appeared, and with the sound of breaking wind, it went straight to the forehead of the dry corpse.

The dry corpse did not dodge and directly collided with the yellow talisman played by Wang Fatzi, not like him, the yellow talisman directly turned into a blue flame at the moment of contact, and it was only a small pinch of black ash left on the forehead of the dry corpse.

Seeing this, the fat man also frowned, "Is this still a dry corpse?"

The power of the corpse charm is like a small mud ball used by a child to play at home, and it is just in the wrong place if you are not careful.

"The yellow rune is not good, then try this" Another rune was shot out from Wang Fatzi's hand, and the technique was so fast, I saw a light blue arc coming from the rune paper, and the power was obviously much stronger than the one just now.

This time, the dry corpse was finally a little moved, and when he saw that the rune paper was about to enter, he hurriedly parried with both hands.

"Boom" came from the arm of the dry corpse, and the rapid sprinting figure was also shocked back a few steps by this attack.

"Boy, you're looking for death. A hoarse sound came from the mouth of the dried corpse, like the feeling of the vocal cords stiffening and trembling.

"What?!Lingzhi?" Wang Fatzi was also shocked when he heard this, this thing turned out to be a dried corpse of Lingzhi, so it has reached the level of "stiffness".

"Phew. ”

I only heard a flying sword shuttling, and a small black sword headed towards the dry corpse with the sound of breaking wind, the black light of the sword shone, and a golden dragon on its blade was quietly entrenched, which was the innate treasure that Meng Fan obtained in the Moshan Cave - the dragon pattern sword.

Seeing the black streamer in front of him, the dry corpse was horrified, and he should not be lazy, so he hurriedly dodged it sideways.

However, the owner of the sword did not give him time to breathe, his feet slammed on the ground, and his body was running with all his breath, and his speed increased to the extreme, and he hurried towards the figure.

At this time, the dragon pattern sword was also in the same mind, and it quickly returned to Mengfan's hand after missing a blow.

When a person and a sword met, Meng Fan's momentum rose sharply, and the qi above his right hand gathered, and in an instant, the sword qi gushed out, slashing down towards the head of the dry corpse.

The dry corpse quickly leaned back, retreated, and took another roll to take out a weapon from the already tattered coffin.

The weapon was glowing with silver light throughout, and the length of the sword body was twice as long as the dragon pattern in Mengfan's hand.

“dang。。 ”

The two swords, one black and one silver, collided with each other and made the sound of pig iron colliding, which did not disperse for a long time in the circular tomb like a person walking on the corridor.

"Junior, with such cultivation at such an age, the blood must be very delicious, then the old man is welcome" The dry corpse licked his lips, his black eyes flashing with endless greed

"Ah~haha~" A terrible cry came out from the dry corpse, and countless unjust souls hovered around the dry corpse, at this time he seemed to be haunted by evil spirits, and the black gas lingering on the body looked extremely weird.

"You will become the first sacrifice of the old man," the dry corpse smiled coldly, and at the same time, a black sword qi entangled with countless unjust ghosts roared out from the silver long sword in his hand.

"My king, please let the old slave fight" The Shura Tianzheng wrapped in black cloth behind Meng Fan couldn't help but tremble at this time, as if he was attracted by something, and he was about to move!

"Okay!" Meng Fan's mind moved, and the small black sword suddenly turned into a dragon-shaped ring and entrenched on his middle finger.

"Hahaha, boy, are you scared?" Seeing the scene in front of him, the evil thoughts in the heart of the dry corpse became even worse, and the laughter became even more rampant.

Seeing this, the fat man on the side sighed in his heart and shouted "not good"

The figure was about to rush out to resist the evil ghost's sword qi, and at this moment, a magical scene happened, and the energy that was about to envelop Meng Fan disappeared at an incredible speed.

The black sword qi faded, and a blood-red spear appeared in Mengfan's hand.

Wang Fatzi recognized it at a glance, "Shura Heavenly Expedition!"

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