At this time, the entire cemetery suddenly shook violently, and in the black mist surrounded by the golden coffin, eight black shadows with blurred faces and Qing court official uniforms suddenly appeared.

"The ghost king carries the coffin, this is the legendary ghost king's coffin!"

The incredulous Yue Qiluo stared at the strange mist that had turned red, and the power exuded by the originally dazzling golden coffin at this time made everything around him tremble.

"Big brother, go quickly, as soon as the ghost king's coffin comes out, you must seal people into the coffin before you want to stop!"

Yue Qiluo's voice Yang Yanhan could naturally hear it, however, at this time, if Yang Yanhan was asked to give up the power of fate on Cixi's body. Finding such a great opportunity again is not so simple.

After all, everything on the bright side of this world looks like an era of the end of the law, and the combat power is very low. However, the green sword light that struck from nowhere on the Great Marshal's Mansion made Yang Yanhan understand that this world was not as simple as it seemed.

In addition, the power of fate in this world is very chaotic, and Yang Yanhan, who has already solved the problem of cultivating immortals, is naturally better to go first.

However, the ghost king's coffin would never wait for anyone, but seeing that the eight ghost kings whose momentum was not under the foundation building period monks strode forward, mixed with rolling clouds, they came towards Yang Yanhan overwhelmingly.

At this time, Yang Yanhan muttered in his mouth, and after making a strange syllable, he yelled at Yue Qiluo: "Don't get out of here, this is not a battle that you can meddle in!"

Then Yang Yanhan pointed his right hand in the air, and countless sparks began to appear in the void like fireworks. In an instant, it had already formed a fire net in front of Yang Yanhan.

However, at this time, the coffin of the ghost king seemed to come to life, and the coffin wall squirmed like flesh and blood for a while, and then suddenly flew out of the air like a sharp arrow.

And the eight ghost kings who carried the coffin all seemed to be very confident in the ghost king's coffin, and they actually stood in place, motionless.

And Yang Yanhan's fire net only blocked the ghost king's coffin for a moment, and it was like a speeding locomotive colliding with a thin piece of glass, shattering.

Facing the flying ghost king's coffin, Yang Yanhan's demon tail hooked the back of Cixi's head, and the whole person volleyed in the air.

"Search" shot out. The ghost king's coffin only rubbed against Yang Yanhan's phantom, but it didn't touch the slightest trace of his figure.

However, when Yang Yanhan's spiritual power swept away, his face suddenly changed greatly. But seeing that the ghost king's coffin not only did not mean to return to pursue Yang Yanhan, but instead went straight in the direction of Yue Qiluo.

And even more critically. Behind Yue Qiluo was the only entrance that had just entered.

Feeling the power of fate that had not been filled in the gate of the astral boundary, Yang Yanhan's face suddenly turned red at this time, and the tip of the demon's tongue, which looked like a snake, was bitten by Yang Yanhan.

The monk has "true yang salivation", which is actually to retrograde the essence and blood of the whole body to the head. Converge on the tip of the tongue, and once bitten, it can produce great power.

Although Yang Yanhan is a demon bloodline, after cultivating the Nine Heavens Burning Sun**, his physique has also been subtly changed.

After this mouthful of "True Yang Saliva squirted", a small golden sword suddenly flew out of Yang Yanhan's storage bag again.

This small sword is a talisman treasure that Yang Yanhan originally bought with a lot of money, although there is not much power left, but for Yang Yanhan, it is no less than a killer weapon at this time.

The golden little sword rose in the wind under the infusion of Yang Yanhan's mana, and soon rose to more than three feet. Then Yang Yanhan spewed out a blood mist like a tired bird returning to its nest, and in an instant, all his kung fu was absorbed by the golden little sword.

"Hurry!"

With Yang Yanhan's loud shout, the secret method "Blood Sword" obtained from the Xuanyin Refining Demon Record immediately walked towards the ghost king's coffin with an astonishing momentum.

It seemed that he felt a threat on the Blood Demon Sword, and as soon as the mist around the ghost king's coffin that flew past was closed, he temporarily gave up his plan to continue attacking Yue Qiluo. This made Yue Qiluo, who originally relied on a few paper figures to support him, breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, the eight ghost kings felt the strangeness of the ghost king's coffin, and one by one finally gave full play to the advantages of the ghost things.

One by one, they opened their teeth and danced their claws, as if lightning flew towards Yang Yanhan.

At this time, the demonic flames around Yang Yanhan's body seemed to be completely ignored by these eight ghost kings, and with a single effort, Yang Yanhan's body was left with three wounds.

And the ghost king's coffin, after receiving a bloody sword from Yang Yanhan with the defensive barrier formed by the ghost mist, seemed to be completely enraged.

Dingdongling, which was trembling originally, was full of the sound of falling stones at this time. And the Ghost King Coffin also completely abandoned Yue Qiluo at this time, mixed with an astonishing ghost mist, and flew into the air.

At this moment, the lid of the ghost king's coffin suddenly opened, and then a whirlpool-like suction force came out of it.

Yang Yanhan, who was originally entangled with the Eight Great Ghost Kings, suddenly felt that his body was unstable. It seems that it is difficult to resist the suction.

Feeling the power of fate that was almost about to be filled in the Star Gate, Yang Yanhan's heart moved at this time, and in Qingshui Town, thousands of miles away, under a strange tomb, a loud bang suddenly broke out.

Old lady Ren was instantly urged by Yang Yanhan, and frantically plundered the power of fate around him in an instant. Finally, he couldn't stand the washing of the power of fate and blew it apart.

At this time, as Yang Yanhan's figure gradually became unstable, his control over Cixi was instantly relaxed a lot.

Just when Yang Yanhan was sucked by the ghost king's coffin little by little, a figure suddenly rushed straight towards the ghost king's coffin.

Turning around, a wisp of green silk was scattered, and it was a fair and immature baby face.

"Big brother, let's go."

The entrance of the Ghost King's coffin was filled with endless darkness, and Yue Qiluo flew at an accelerated pace in order to catch up with Yang Yanhan. With a glance, the whole person had disappeared into the ghost king's coffin.

And just as the Ghost King's coffin sucked Yue Qiluo into it, all of a sudden, the eight ghost kings suddenly stood motionless.

Yang Yanhan, who knew in his heart that it must be the ghost king's coffin that was restrained by Yue Qiluo inside, flew up and pounced on Cixi, and then separated his five fingers and grabbed Cixi's heavenly spirit with one claw.

At this time, the zombie that Cixi had turned into suddenly began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a deflated ball.

And as the black qi around the ghost king's coffin surged, and gradually stabilized, the eight ghost kings who were originally motionless suddenly came towards Yang Yanhan again.

At this time, looking at the more powerful eight ghost kings, the quaint gate behind Yang Yanhan appeared, and then the whole person suddenly disappeared without a trace. (To be continued.) )