The fierce collision of eyes made the air seem to be filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Feng Chen's gaze became more and more aggressive, and the faces of Hei Lu and Sword Tiger were extremely gloomy.

The two sides were almost at the point of saber rattling, and if it weren't for the fact that this was a grand event of enlightenment, they would have fought a long time ago.

As a black coffin emerged from the bottom of the lake, the icy breath finally dispelled the strong smell of gunpowder.

Both sides came back to their senses and subconsciously looked at the black coffin that had just emerged, but their brows were furrowed.

Because this black coffin is a little different from other black coffins!

It is said that the 3,747 black coffins in the field of the god of agriculture are all made of Kunlun sacred wood, which are immortal for thousands of years.

Kunlun Sacred Tree is a strange tree that grows in Kunlun Mountain, and this kind of tree will not wither even if it is cut down.

It is even rumored that the Kunlun Divine Tree grows upside down, with the trunk facing down, and can only grow into an inch every hundred years.

Although the 3,747 black coffins on the lake are all made of Kunlun sacred wood, only this one is carved with a phoenix.

If you look closely, you can see that this phoenix stands tall in the flames, raising its noble head and dancing.

Obviously, this is the phoenix nirvana, some wealth and auspiciousness, the beautiful meaning of rebirth from the fire.

Such a black coffin carved with a phoenix can completely kill the remaining more than 3,000 black coffins in seconds.

This is definitely a luxury enjoyment! But what kind of person deserves to enjoy such a black coffin?

After this unusual black coffin emerged, the two wild men from before came to open it.

And when the four presidents saw this black coffin, they all had strange expressions on their faces, and they didn't see any other movements.

After a while, one of the leaders seemed to be in a hurry, and then he looked around, looking for someone.

While everyone present was puzzled, they also learned from the appearance of this president and began to look around.

But it seems that this black coffin has been forgotten, and no one has ever come to greet the resurrected people in the black coffin.

"Whew...... Sou...... Whoosh......"

On the surface of the lake not far from the open-air platform, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind.

The eyes of everyone present were attracted by the sound of breaking wind, and the moment they turned their heads to look, they were all shocked.

I saw spears rushing down from the air like rain, piercing a small boat floating on the surface of the lake.

There used to be a white-haired man standing on the boat, but when the spear stabbed down, the man disappeared without a trace.

Such a thrilling scene was like a thorn in the heart, making many people's breathing become short.

The boat has been pierced into a hedgehog by a spear, and if it were a human, it would definitely become a sieve of human flesh when it was pierced into a body.

Obviously, the man must have forced himself into the wilderness of the god of agriculture, otherwise he would not have been subjected to the madness of the savages.

And what made everyone present incomprehensible was how the man standing on the boat dodged the spear?

Did you jump into the lake? Or what? You know, those spears sprint down, it's like rain.

In that situation, the chance of survival is almost zero, and last night the two dogs died tragically under the spear of the savage.

Everyone was puzzled, and the venue gradually fell silent, and the man didn't know where he was going.

On the rostrum, the four presidents glanced at each other, knowing that someone had forced their way into the field of the god of agriculture, but they were not displeased at all.

Like everyone else in the room, they were still looking around, waiting for the white-haired man to arrive.

Suddenly, a "doo...... The sound of "do" broke the quiet atmosphere of the Enlightenment Festival.

The sound has a strong sense of rhythm, which can make people feel the inner peace and calmness of the person who made the sound.

The eyes of everyone present were attracted by this voice, and it was the white-haired man who caught their eyes.

The man has white hair, deep eyes, a majestic body, and a powerful aura in every gesture.

His expression was cold, and every time he took a step forward, a chill seeped out of his body, which was daunting.

With vigorous steps, he came to the black coffin, and he circled around the black coffin a few times, as if he was recalling something.

He also ignored the voices and eyes of the people around him, stared at the black coffin, and trembled and reached out to touch it.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the white-haired man put his hands on the black coffin and slowly pushed the lid open.

"Poof......

The coffin lid fell to the ground, and many people present felt nervous, but the needle drop could be heard quietly on the open-air platform.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the white-haired man, and they were also infected by the white-haired man's aura.

Everyone understands that this white-haired man is by no means simple, but what kind of person is it that is worth his risk?

"Hey, Boss, I remember him, he was here three years ago. Xiao Qiang leaned into Feng Chen's ear and said with a smile.

"He was here three years ago?" Feng Chen raised his eyebrows, and then glanced at Xiaoqiang again.

Who didn't send the deceased here three years ago and pick them up three years later?

I thought so, but Xiaoqiang's next words made Feng Chen look confused:

"Boss, look at the black coffin, the black coffin was brought by himself three years ago. ”

"Three years ago, I just came back to life, I remember this clearly, what was it at that time?"

"By the way, at that time, he fought in the field of the god of agriculture, and the four presidents joined forces to repel him. ”

"The four old men joined forces to repel him?" Repeating this sentence, Feng Chen smacked his tongue, awesome.

You must know that the four presidents have lived for thousands of years, and their strength and means can be said to have reached the pinnacle.

The four of them even joined forces to deal with this white-haired man? It can be seen how strong this white-haired man is.

Now looking at the white-haired man clean and tidy, with no water on his body, it can be seen that he did not jump into the lake before.

People dodged those dense spears like rain, completely relying on their own strength!

Realizing this, Feng Chen decisively labeled the white-haired man as a "ruthless man" and waited to see what happened.

"What about people?"

On the open-air platform, the white-haired man suddenly snorted softly.

The voice was mixed with a hint of panic, and the chill that seeped from him was undoubtedly even stronger.

At this moment, the white-haired man almost buried his head in the black coffin, presumably extremely dissatisfied with this result.

After a while, he seemed to have returned to his soul, his head finally poked out, and his body slowly straightened.

It's just that his resolute face is full of incredulity, and there is a chill between his eyebrows.

"What about others......

The white-haired man repeated the question.

This time, his voice was very soft, but it was mixed with deep helplessness, and the chill on his body also subsided a lot.

It could be seen that he was pressing, not allowing himself to explode, and after taking a deep breath, he looked at the four presidents:

"I took him to the field of Saturnalia to resurrect him and then end his life with my own hands. ”

"Now you tell me...... What about others?"