With She Shanjun's movements, the vertical treasure was adjusted and swung horizontally.

Well?

It's not a rectangle, it's a cuboid.

Overhead, dark clouds gathered, like ink. There was a constant flicker of lightning, and when the treasure was unearthed, the black cloud that had been brewing for a long time struck the first thunder.

"Boom-"

Lightning and thunder roared together, and the entire sky was like daylight, and Song Jingfang saw the appearance of the treasure clearly.

One, it's a coffin!

The treasure is actually a coffin, what is the function, to keep the body from decaying, and to become a specimen spanning hundreds of millions of years for future generations to exhibit?

It's too chicken.

The golden light on the coffin of the treasure alternates between the intensity and weakness of the light, and the characters are densely engraved on it.

When She Shanjun's hand touched such a point, it was immediately bounced away by the golden light, and the characters on the coffin formed a protective cover.

At the same time, the dark clouds overhead once again slashed a thunderbolt.

"Zila"

Smashed on the treasure coffin, rebounded, and rushed straight to She Shanjun on the side.

She Shanjun raised his hand to block his face, and the lightning struck his arm, and the sleeve robe immediately caught fire, quickly spreading to the entire arm.

Song Jingfang looked at it vigorously, wishing that the thunder and fire in the sky would burn bigger, and it would be best to burn She Shanjun to ashes with a single fire and sweep away the great harm in the world.

The imagination is beautiful, She Shanjun wiped the palm of his hand, the thunder fire was extinguished, and only a few sparks were left and completely blown out by him with a light breath.

Around Yizhuang, countless fluorescent dots flew up and converged towards Yizhuang.

Gradually condensed into a bell, suspended in the air, the glowing blue rope was falling on the big hole at the bottom of the pit, where the treasure was buried.

I took out my phone and it was exactly 02:30.

Finished!

How did she go to ring the bell and lean over and let She Shanjun find a tail for her?

The bell is close in front of me, and my heart is itching uncomfortably, and I won't be willing to fight no matter what. While She Shanjun's attention was on the treasure coffin, see if there was a chance to ring the bell.

Hey, Song Jingfang sighed and resigned himself to going down the dirt slope.

She Shanjun didn't notice the change of the bell, and the golden spell mark on the coffin needed to find another way to crack it. With both hands in a hugging shape, he picked up the treasure coffin in the air, wanting to take it away.

In the sky, thunder was furious, two lightning bolts swept through one after another, and the rumbling thunder filled the entire sky.

"Huh~" A stick stirred out from the ruins.

The stick came out suddenly, and She Shanjun was unprepared for holding the coffin with all his might, and the stick hit him in the back.

"Uh-huh~"

She Shanjun was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, turned his head, and narrowed his eyes behind him, forgetting that there was still a jumping old grasshopper.

Gently lower the coffin, fearing that excessive force would cause the slightest damage to it. Then he took control of the demon slaying pestle on the ground and threw it back.

The old monk, who was crumbling and could ride the crane west to see the Buddha at any time, folded his hands and muttered sutras.

The demon pestle struck the old monk's forehead, and there was no further advance, and the violent momentum carried by it was purified and softened under the sound of the Buddha.

Song Jingfang walked around from She Shanjun's back to a broken wall, and poked his head out.

Unexpectedly, the old monk was not only alive, but his strength also soared. Holding the demon pestle and dancing vigorously, he fought back and forth with She Shanjun.

Seeing the state of the old monk, Song Jingfang immediately thought of a possibility, the old monk used the secret method of overdrawing his vitality.

It is only two meters away from the big pit, and it can be crossed in two steps.

Song Jingfang took a deep breath, bent down with his legs one after the other, and prepared to sprint.

"Bang Dang~"

"Buzz~Buzz~"

The pile of scum on the left-hand side came loose, and a leg came out of it.

Song Jingfang recognized at a glance that it was the leg of the little monk, and he was buried inside.

Looking at the bell in the sky, it only appeared for nine minutes. I took out my phone again and looked at the time, at 02:35, five minutes had passed, that is, in the next four minutes, she had to ring the bell.

The little monk's whole body was pressed by wood, and only one leg was outside. Song Jingfang turned around and ran towards the little monk, it was a big deal to move faster.

Running closer, I heard the little monk humming for help.

Song Jingfang rarely complained, hugged a big log and lifted it to the side.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Song Jingfang was lifting the wood in his eyes, counting the time in his heart, and cleaning up the things that were pressed on the little monk's body like chicken blood.

"Donor, is that you?" Yuan Zhi obviously felt that someone around him was helping him, and shouted happily.

Song Jingfang was holding a piece of wood, his face flushed, "Yes!" ”

"Donor, it's too dangerous here, you leave quickly."

She Shanjun was really powerful, and that palm almost shattered his bones.

Song Jingfang took the time to roll his eyes, and said to you, I don't know the danger.

"I'll run if I dig you out."

Most of the wood on the little monk's body was removed by Song Jingfang, and only the stuck waist remained.

Say hello to the little monk in advance, "I'm going to lift the wood on your waist, you climb out quickly, I won't last long." ”

This is the heaviest one, and it looks like a load-bearing column.

"Okay donor, be careful."

Song Jingfang shook his arm and held his breath in his chest, "Ho-hmm-"

It's so heavy!

While Song Jingfang was exerting his strength, Yuan Zhi also arched upward, and his waist moved and immediately climbed out.

"Bang-" The strength was exhausted, and as soon as the hand was released, the pillar slammed down.

As soon as the breath held in his chest was released, Song Jingfang had no strength in his body, and sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Yuan Zhi climbed over and sat next to Song Jingfang, "Amitabha, thank you so much. ”

Thank you...... Keep smiling, "Little Master, don't thank you, I'm in a hurry!" ”

"Donor ......"

Song Jingfang ran towards the big pit, and the little monk behind him shouted something she didn't hear clearly, no matter what, she only had one minute left.

On the other side, the old monk turned into a golden bronze man, and Song Jingfang glanced at it, almost blinding her.

Competing with Sheshan Jun, the old monk is barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, dare to fight, and have no fear of exchanging injuries for injuries. On the contrary, it was She Shanjun, who threw a rat bogey, was restrained by the old monk with a treasure coffin, and his strength could not be exerted, and he was very aggrieved.

Jump off the bottom of the pit and pounce on the blue glowing rope with the momentum.

"When~When~When~"

It's very pleasant!

But I didn't expect that the small bell rang out with the sound of a quaint bell.

The ladder of the same color as the rope spiraled down and handed it to Song Jingfang's feet.

It's just beautiful.

Song Jingfang raised his feet up, walked two steps, and "hiss~" held his head, and the clouds were overcast with joy.

I felt that my head was suddenly pricked by a needle, and the whole back of my head was cold. couldn't help but look back, and was bumping into She Shanjun's pair of vertical pupils.

Run!

Even rolling and climbing, the weak chicken Song Jingfang fled quickly.

She Shanjun squinted his eyes and stared coldly at Song Jingfang's feet, but there was nothing at his feet, but he could go up.

It feels like she's just an ordinary mortal, without any mana, but she can go up out of thin air.

Funny little mice.

When he was briefly distracted, the old monk struck the door with a demonic blow, and at the same time pushed the treasure coffin with one palm.

She Shanjun dodged with his head, and the treasure coffin fell into the pit.