"Bang bang!"

Under the shroud of the colorful divine light of the Ghost Pupil Daoist, the lid of the demon coffin was shaking violently, as if a peerless demon was about to be resurrected from the coffin.

"Snort!"

At the same time, clouds of black dead qi poured out from the cracks in the demon coffin, turning into evil spirits with fangs and claws, and biting towards the ghost pupil Daoist.

However, before the evil spirit touched the body of the Ghost Pupil Daoist, it was suppressed and dispersed by the multicolored divine light on his body.

This colorful divine light is like the natural enemy of all evil things in the world, and if you touch it, you will die!

"Open!"

After the dead qi in the demon coffin was completely dispelled, the ghost pupil Daoist shouted again, and the heavy coffin lid finally turned over.

"Whew-"

Finally opened the demon coffin, and the ghost pupil Taoist also breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was obviously a little tired.

But soon a smug smile appeared on his face.

"What about the magic coffin, it's not opened by the old way!" The Ghost Pupil Daoist laughed arrogantly.

"Now look at what big treasure is hidden in this coffin."

The Ghost Pupil Daoist said vaguely expectantly, and then strode towards the demon coffin.

Chen Qingyang and the others also subconsciously followed, with this mysterious and powerful Ghost Pupil Dao here, they should be very safe.

Walking to the demon coffin, when he saw the corpse lying in the coffin, the muscles on the face of the ghost pupil twitched slightly, and then his face instantly turned hideous.

"Bastard, Lao Dao has spent more than 30 years digging this tomb, and it is really unfortunate that the dog actually dug up a birdman!" The Ghost Pupil Daoist suddenly scolded.

Chen Qingyang stood on tiptoe to take a look, and when he saw the corpse lying in the demon coffin, his scalp couldn't help but tingle, and all the cold hairs on his body stood up.

"Ah, it's disgusting!" Lian Wushuang on the side covered his eyes with his hands and exclaimed.

And Cao Wangkong next to him was also frightened, and his body subconsciously fell backwards, not daring to look at the demon coffin again.

It was a corpse much taller than a normal human, with long blood-red hair covering the bottom of the coffin, and the entire left eye and half of the skull were gone.

And the location of his heart was forcibly hollowed out by some blunt object, leaving a shocking hole.

What surprised Chen Qingyang even more was that there were two pairs of wings on the back of this corpse, and the colors of the two pairs of wings were diametrically opposite, one was pure black, and the other was as white as snow, like a mythical angel.

There are angels in the Western world, and it is said that they have the blood of the angel gods of ancient times, but so far, they can only use energy to conjure a pair of wings, and they can't really spread their wings at all.

And the wings on the corpse in front of him really grew from his back, but the color was black and white, which looked extremely unusual.

"The birdman of the West, how could he be buried here, and he wasted more than 30 years of time, and the heavens of the dog day are playing the old way!" The Ghost Pupil Daoist was still scolding angrily.

"Forget it, let's see what treasures this birdman has on him first, and make up for Lao Dao's wounded heart."

Saying that, the Ghost Pupil Daoist didn't care about it, and even put his hand into the demon coffin for a while.

It's a pity that he turned over the corpse of the angel seven or eight times, not to mention the treasure, not even a broken weapon.

"Bad luck, what a bad luck!"

In a fit of anger, the ghost pupil Taoist kicked the demon coffin open, and the angel's corpse also fell from the demon coffin to the ground, and the red hair on his head was scattered all over the ground, looking extremely demonic.

"It's getting dark!" At this time, Cao Wangkong shouted in horror.

Sure enough, the two rounds of scorching sun in the sky sank rapidly, and in less than a few seconds, the night covered the earth.

The Void Spirits are coming out to forage again!

"Quick, find a place to hide!" Cao Wangkong said with a flustered face.

It's a pity that he forgot that the scent on their bodies has spread throughout the Immortal Immortal Mountain, and the Void Ghost Spirit can easily find them with the scent they leave behind.

Chen Qingyang's face also changed suddenly, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the Ghost Pupil Daoist.

"What's the panic, when the old man died?" The Ghost Pupil Daoist glared angrily, and Cao Wangkong shouted.

Cao Wangkong's body couldn't help but tremble for a while, and although he was very frightened in his heart, he still forcibly calmed himself.

In fact, it is not to blame Cao Wangkong for being timid, after all, in front of the Void Ghost Spirit, his strength in the middle stage of the Divine Pill Realm is simply insignificant.

"Senpai, please save us!" Chen Qingyang said with his hands clenched into fists.

"Can't die!" The Ghost Pupil Daoist snorted softly, and his hands were sealed again.

"Burst!"

In an instant, the one hundred and eight runic seal flags appeared again, surrounding Chen Qingyang and them, and with the order of the Ghost Pupil Daoist, a formation enchantment immediately enveloped Chen Qingyang and the others.

"In the old formation, they can't detect you." The Ghost Pupil Daoist said lightly.

The Ghost Pupil Daoist was able to stay in this valley day and night for more than thirty years, without being disturbed by the Void Ghost Spirit, all under the cover of his formation.

"Thank you, senior."

Hearing this, Chen Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time looked at the ghost pupil Taoist in front of him curiously.

Although the Ghost Pupil Daoist had threatened to eat them, Chen Qingyang didn't think that this was a traitorous and evil person.

"Woo-"

Suddenly, the mournful cry of the Void Ghost Spirit came from the distant sky, flying towards Chen Qingyang and them.

"It's coming!"

Chen Qingyang raised his head, and there was also a hint of expectation in his solemn gaze, he wanted to see what the Void Ghost Spirit that made the Sacred Realm helpless looked like.

"Woo press—"

The sound was getting closer and closer, Chen Qingyang squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw several black phantoms hovering above their heads in the dark night sky.

After hovering for a few seconds, the Ethereal Spirit vanished into the distant sky.

"Are you the outer disciples of the Dengxian Sect?" At this time, the voice of the Ghost Pupil Daoist sounded, and there seemed to be a hint of indifference in his voice.

Before Cao Wangkong could explain, Chen Qingyang's voice sounded first.

"Don't misunderstand, seniors, although we practice the exercises of ascending the Immortal Gate, we are not the people who ascend the Immortal Gate." Chen Qingyang said.

"Not a person who ascends the Immortal Gate, but cultivates the exercises of the Ascending Immortal Gate? Are you old and confused? The Ghost Pupil Daoist said coldly.

"Senior, please look!" As he spoke, Chen Qingyang immediately picked up the Yijin Sutra, and the momentum around his body changed suddenly.

"Hey, what exercises do you have for the bald donkey of Buddhism? And you seem to have practiced another more powerful exercise on your body, but you have the strength of chance at this moment at a young age, and you really don't have a genius like you in Dengxian Gate! The Ghost Pupil Daoist looked at Chen Qingyang with a puzzled expression and said.

He could sense that Chen Qingyang's strength was much stronger than his realm, even in the Dengxian Sect, he was by no means an idle person.