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"If you want to die yourself, I won't stay here to mess around with them!" Liang Qi shook off Yang Liang's hand angrily, and just as he wanted to be ruthless, Mo Yan's cold, slightly impatient voice sounded.

"Since you're leaving, hurry up and get out!"

Mo Yan hugged Luo Qifeng and walked to a shadow in the northeast corner, and looked at Han Yichen with a gloomy face, "You come here and guard him!" ”

"Okay! I'll just say, how can there be a coffin that can't be opened in these years, it's just that you two are not good at learning and deliberately saying some messy things to scare me! Han Yichen trotted and supported the crumbling Luo Qifeng.

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

If he didn't have to deal with the contents of this jade coffin, how could he hand over the little guy to the man in front of him.

"Mo Ye, can this coffin be opened?!" Yang Liang was taken aback, "Could it be that this ghost immortal has not been cultivated?" ”

"Cultivated! But don't be afraid! Mo Yan replied faintly.

This thing was cultivated a hundred years ago, and the mausoleum keepers in the village below estimated that they used some special ritual to kill the royal family of the entire Nanrong Kingdom in a period of time after 7749 days, so they lost the qualification to open this jade coffin, otherwise it would not be their turn to come here to open the coffin today.

They calculated everything well, but they missed the appearance of their Kunlun fetus.

Although the ghost immortal is terrifying, his physical body is also naturally formed by collecting the essence of heaven and earth for ten thousand years, how can he not be the opponent of a small thousand-year-old ghost thing.

With one hand against the coffin board, Mo Yan used a little force, and directly pushed the jade plate that looked like it weighed a thousand gold away, smashed heavily on the wall, and shattered to the ground.

The loud noise frightened Yang Liang and Liang Qi not daring to think about anything more, and hurriedly ran to the location designated by Mo Yan just now.

Before he could calm his mind, a male corpse armed in an inky brocade robe jumped out.

"Who woke up this king?" The other party's voice was very oppressive, and several people only felt as if their hearts had been beaten by a muffled drum.

"A little ghost fairy dares to call himself the king in front of me?!" Mo Yan's face was as cold as frost, his hands turned into fists, and he swung sharply at the male corpse who was no different from a normal person.

Then the other party leaned back, easily avoided his attack, and the whole body flipped upward, directly attacking Mo Yan's lower plate.

Mo Yan stood on tiptoe, as if he had flagged upward, and then stepped on the ankle where the male corpse was outstretching, stomping him heavily on the ground.

"Damn! What are you! I wouldn't be afraid of the dragon qi on this king! The male corpse was completely furious, and sat up directly, his hands hooked, and his long nails stretched out, like a wild beast, and plunged into Mo Yan's waist.

The movement was so fast that it seemed to be just a flint and lightning, and it came to stick to the skin of the ink dead, so some people's eyes widened and shouted "It's over", but the male corpse suddenly flew out.

Ink Death's fists still maintain an attacking stance, which is clearly his masterpiece.

But no one could see how he moved.

He...... He can be even more powerful than this ghost immortal?!

How did this Mo Ye become so powerful?!