After Hadron cut off the filaments attached to Xiaojuan's feet, the formation became a lot weaker without the support of the devil.

Cheng Mo seized the gap and prepared to retreat with Liqiu.

However, before they could withdraw a meter away, the formation became stronger again.

The filament wrapped Hadron and Niansheng and stretched out a part of it and inserted it into Xiaojuan's body.

Seeing that Qiangzi and Niansheng were struggling to no avail, Cheng Mo shouted at the wind and thunder, "Old man of the Feng family, are you still unwilling to make a move?" ”

Feng Thunder's expression was stunned, and Liqiu continued: "If you don't want your Feng family to be dead, hurry up and cut off the filament."

Feng Thunder seemed to remember that Liqiu had eaten something for his grandson.

Feng Thunder didn't dare to hesitate any longer, took the knife in Qiangzi's hand and cut off the filaments that were wrapped around the three of them.

After all, the wind and thunder are the cultivation of the second grade of the Taoist, and they can block the filaments for a while, but it is difficult for them to get out.

"Grandpa, I'm Lei'er."

Feng Thunder wanted to play a family card, but Filigree didn't give him face at all.

It didn't take long for him to be overwhelmed.

When the wind and rain saw his father in danger, he was excited to come to the rescue.

"Father, father."

"Wind and rain, wind and rain, don't come here, my father is old and is going to see my ancestors, you take care of Ping'er."

Feng Thunder struggled unintentionally, put down the knife in his hand, and was caught in the formation by the filament.

Qiangzi urged Niansheng to hold Xiaojuan and stay away from the door of the tomb.

The wind and rain and wind brothers rushed to the door of the tomb, anxiously watching the situation of the wind and thunder.

"Father, father, are you alright?"

"Ah," the filament inserted into Wind Thunder's body, and he screamed in pain, and gradually his consciousness became blurred.

"The formation wants to make the wind and thunder ghostly, with his cultivation, I don't know how much stronger the formation will become?"

Cheng Mo broke through the light and came to the side of Wind Thunder, quickly cut off the filaments on his body, and used several fire spells to block the filaments.

Liqiu was right behind him, stopping the attack of the small current.

Feng Thunder thought that he must be dead this time, but he didn't expect to be saved by Cheng Mo.

The wind and rain at the door of the tomb and the wind were all right, and they wept with joy when they saw that the wind and thunder were fine.

"Father, father."

"What are you crying about, my old man is fine," Feng Thunder scolded his son and turned his head to look at Cheng Mo.

"Thank you, Daoist Chengmo, I didn't expect my old bones to be dead."

"Okay, let's not talk about it, let's think about how to deal with these filaments."

Cheng Mo said, and used the fire spell several times in a row.

Feng Thunder turned his head to look around, his eyes locked on the coffin.

"Grandpa, my grandson is really going to offend you this time."

At this time, Cheng Mo was blocking the dense filaments, and Li Qiu was behind Cheng Mo, and the wind and thunder broke through the light alone and walked towards the coffin.

In the formation, when the light is changing all the time, there is no condition for kneeling.

The wind thundered and clasped his hands together, "Don't give the ancestors a bow to the descendants of the wind and thunder." ”

As the wind and thunder approached the coffin, the filaments and currents became impatient.

Cheng Mo said anxiously: "Old man Feng, wait until the right time to kowtow and apologize, now is not the time, these filaments are about to rush over."

Wind and Thunder could see that this filament was coming to attack him, because his position was in the center.

The wind and thunder did not dare to hesitate, and the thunderous palm slapped on the coffin lid.

Above the coffin, electricity surged to contend with the thunderous palm.

The wind thundered and gritted his teeth, turned his body around the Yuan Qi, and lifted the coffin lid.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was lifted, a burst of white gas came out of it, and the filaments in front of Cheng Mo's eyes disappeared, and he turned his head to look at the coffin that had been opened.

A burst of white air came out, and everyone became quiet, and no one dared to make a sound again, for fear that what jumped out would be the first to find themselves.

Cheng Mo cautiously came to the side of the wind and thunder and looked into the coffin.

In the coffin lay a shriveled corpse dressed in Qing Dynasty clothing, with eyes closed sadly by the wind and thunder.

In his impression, his grandfather was a majestic and martial man, and his current appearance made him a little unacceptable.

Cheng Mo felt the Yuan Qi in this coffin, and he didn't know how many times it was in the outer formation.

Cheng Mo said in surprise: "Senior Feng, what kind of cultivation did your grandfather do when he was alive?" ”

Feng Jinglei heard Cheng Mo change his name to call him an old-timer, and his eyes were full of proud reminiscence, "I only heard what outsiders said, saying that my grandfather's cultivation is extremely high, and he is a genius who is rare in a century, and his cultivation has stepped into the realm of real people." ”

"The realm of real people is the higher level of cultivation above the realm of Taoists," Cheng Mo said suspiciously.

"This must be many times more powerful than the Fire Melting Dao people."

Feng Thunder said proudly: "Chengmo Daoyou, that's not a level, Huorong Daoist is the first grade of Taoism, even if he absorbs the Yuan Qi of Zhang Tianshi and others, and his cultivation is promoted to the second grade of Taoism, but compared with the old man, it is still far behind." ”

Speaking of the glorious history of their Feng family, Feng Thunder became interested, "Take Zantian, the president of the Guangcheng Spiritual Association, for example, his cultivation is a Taoist priest, and he is a top-notch master in the Guangcheng area, but compared with my grandfather, it is also the difference between a tiger and a domestic dog." ”

Seeing that the wind and thunder were talking about being intoxicated, Cheng Mo's eyes glanced into the coffin, and carefully protected Liqiu.

"Hey, hey, old man Feng, your grandfather seems to have moved."

Feng was startled, and looked at the coffin suddenly, to know how powerful a real realm onmyoji turned into a zombie.

Cheng Mo asked suspiciously: "Your grandfather won't have turned into a zombie, how can he, a high-level onmyoji, bear to become a thing that is not human or corpse?" ”

"No, my grandfather won't become a zombie, he has been driving evil all his life, how can he let himself become a zombie."

Feng Thunder couldn't believe it, his grandfather was a good-faced person, how could he not expect what was going on after his death and turn himself into a monster.

Just when everyone was questioning, the shriveled corpse inside the coffin seemed to move again.

This time, the wind and thunder were clearly visible, and his grandfather's body was indeed moving.

Cheng Mo said to Liqiu: "Liqiu, you go first, go outside the formation to meet us." ”

Liqiu didn't speak, grabbed Cheng Mo and quickly retreated, Feng Thunder saw Cheng Mo and they retreated, and his own followed.

Cheng Mo turned his head to look at Liqiu, "Liqiu, let me go, otherwise neither of us will be able to escape." ”

When he looked back at the coffin, a figure suddenly appeared on the edge of the coffin.

The figure standing was the shriveled corpse of the wind curtain, and at the door of the tomb, the wind and rain and the wind were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated.

Nian Sheng also glanced at the tomb, it was this figure, a hundred years ago, persuaded him not to jump off the cliff.

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