After a few dodges, Chen Wuhui escaped from the main hall. However, he found that Mo Wen did not escape, but stood motionless in mid-air, holding his arms, as if watching a play.

"Don't ask, what are you delaying, run away."

Chen Wuhui had to stop and urged. Now Bu Changkun and the others are in front of the coffin, once they get the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell, then I'm afraid the next thing is to besiege Mo Wen and covet the treasure on his body.

There are not too many babies, and he believes that even if they get the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell, they will not let Mo Wen go.

"Old man Chen, you go first, I have my own opinions."

Mo Wen waved his hand, a strong wind blew, and then a soft force acted on Chen Wuhui, directly sending him out, and disappeared in the passage outside the main hall in a blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Wuhui was blown by the strong wind in front of the underground dark river, and the speed of coming out was actually faster than his own flight, and for a moment, he felt as if he had turned into the wind.

Chen Wuhui was secretly surprised in his heart, looked at the deep passage, groaned for a while, and then decisively withdrew. Mo Wen must have a reason to do this, at this time, he is not good at interfering, in the end, he does not know enough about Mo Wen.

At this time, Chen Zikuang had already cooperated with Xia Kunqian to get a large amount of immortal cultivation materials in the first hall, and there were many things that he couldn't take at all, so he could only pick some good things to take.

As soon as they saw Chen Wuhui come out, the two immediately greeted him.

Whether it is Chen Zikuang or Xia Kunqian, the whole body is full of big bags and small bags, a burden, almost bigger than their whole person. But fortunately, they are all martial artists with advanced cultivation, and the weight is not a problem at all.

Except for Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian, some of the martial artists who did not enter the second hall were also big bags and small bags, and their cultivation was not high. I didn't dare to go to the second temple, so I could only get some materials in the first temple.

"How?" Chen Wuhui asked as soon as he came out.

"It's a big takeaway."

Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian were both very excited, obviously this time the harvest was not small.

"Let's go."

Chen Wuhui glanced back, then gathered his clothes, lowered his head and walked out without saying a word. In his clothes, there are six or seven spiritual weapons hidden, in addition to the lower-grade spiritual weapons, there are also medium-grade spiritual weapons inside, which is enough to make any sect red-eyed.

Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian don't know why, but at this time. The two of them tacitly didn't ask, and it wasn't until they walked out of the cave that Chen Zikuang couldn't help asking, "What about don't ask?" ”

"He ......"

Chen Wuhui smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what he means, he said that he only has arrangements." Don't worry about him, even if he has something, with his current ability, he can't help him, maybe it will drag him back. ”

He didn't say it though. But at this time, he also thought of something, Mo Wen's attitude just now, it seemed that he was interested in the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell. But how can he be so bold. Really dare to grab it.

Both the Purple Qi Pavilion and the Five Beast Sect were dispatched by the sect, and he was just alone. Moreover, he had aroused the hatred of the four masters before, and if he snatched the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell at this time, it would be even more impossible to let him go.

……

Inside the main hall. Mo Wen folded his arms and suspended quietly in mid-air, looking at those who were approaching the coffin. The corners of his mouth were full of sneers.

Jiang Pingzhou was the first to fly to the coffin, he didn't have any awe for the people in the coffin, the ancient predecessors in the Qinggu Secret Realm, and with a slap of his palm, a strong internal force erupted, and he tried to smash the mahogany coffin.

However, Jiang Pingzhou's palm did not smash the mahogany coffin, and the coffin did not move at all, and it seemed to have no effect at all.

Jiang Pingzhou is a person, the master of the medical sect, and a martial artist in the late Jindan period. The power of his palm, let alone a coffin, can be turned into powder even if it is a big rock.

The faces of several people around changed slightly, and no one expected that an ordinary-looking coffin would be so unusual.

Jiang Pingzhou's face turned black all of a sudden, he didn't expect that this coffin was so unusual, and he was a little embarrassed in front of the public. But after thinking about it, the coffin is also extraordinary, which also shows that the more likely the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell are inside, for a while, his eyes are getting hotter and hotter.

"There seem to be runes carved on that coffin, not mortal."

Bu Changkun's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice. Runes are something that often appears in the immortal cultivation world, and martial artists don't know much about it, only knowing that there is such a thing.

The runes of the immortal cultivation world often represent a mysterious power, which can be used to refine magic weapons, can be used to arrange formations, can be used to refine runes, and can be used to refine magic weapons......

Runes, in a sense, are equivalent to a transformation of the power of immortal cultivators. He didn't know how to do it, he only knew that things with runes were generally items of immortal cultivators.

For example, on the spiritual weapon, there are some runes hidden that are invisible to the warriors, and there are similar things on the array flag and the array plate.

There are runes on that coffin, which is enough to show that the coffin is related to the immortal cultivator, and it is even possible that the coffin is a spiritual weapon.

For a while, everyone's eyes changed a little when they looked at the coffin, and things with runes were all treasures for warriors.

Mo Wen was not interested in the coffin, with his eyesight, he could naturally see that although there were runes on the coffin, it could not be said to be a magic weapon, and the lowest-level spiritual weapons were not counted, but could only be said to be from the hands of immortal cultivators.

There is no practical use for such a thing. He was more interested in the person who imprinted the runes on the coffin, a qiē in this hall, a martial artist should not be able to arrange it, there must be the participation of an immortal cultivator, because it is impossible for a martial artist to know so much about the things of an immortal cultivator.

Even if he didn't understand the formation technique, it would be impossible to arrange a formation like the Eight Stone Pillars.

Could it be that in the Luofeng Sect back then, there were still immortal cultivators?

However, even if there is an immortal cultivator, it should not be a high-level immortal cultivator, otherwise the formation that he doesn't know will not be unstoppable by a group of martial artists.

Jiang Pingzhou naturally would not give up, this time he did not take the means of destruction, but pulled out a long sword from his waist, the tip of the sword trembled, and it was violently inserted between the coffin and the coffin lid, and then held the sword up, ready to warp the coffin.

However, unexpectedly, the coffin suddenly released a red light. Then with a clang, Jiang Pingzhou's long sword was directly broken, and an astonishing force poured out, shaking Jiang Pingzhou back.

"Damn."

Jiang Pingzhou scolded in a low voice, originally he took the lead, but he was repeatedly hindered in front of the coffin, at this time Bu Changkun and Jiang Jingtao and others had already arrived, and his advantage was gone.

"Fool, let the old man come."

Bu Changkun glanced at Jiang Pingzhou mockingly, how could the things of immortal cultivators be destroyed by brute force. Just now, Jiang Pingzhou took the lead in breaking away from the team, and the leader of several people besieged Mo Wen failed, and now whether it is Bu Changkun or the Yerong Pavilion Master, Jiang Pingzhou is a little unpleasant.

If he hadn't done this, they wouldn't have let go of Mo Wen immediately.

Bu Changkun stepped forward, ready to find a way to open the coffin.

However, to everyone's surprise, the coffin suddenly shook, and it seemed that something was struggling inside.

This change startled everyone, and they subconsciously stopped, staring at it.

I saw that the coffin shook with it, the coffin lid began to move little by little, and the scene inside began to appear in front of everyone little by little.

All the martial artists held their breath at once, staring at the coffin without blinking, looking a little nervous, for fear that the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell were not inside.

Bang!

The coffin was completely opened, and a red blood light was seen from the coffin, which instantly shone on the entire hall. The thick blood light made everyone unable to see the scene in front of them for a moment, but the senses were not covered, and a creepy coldness filled the hall at some point, making everyone subconsciously shiver.

In the air, at some point, there was a layer of bloody smell, as if it was in a bloody killing field.

In mid-air, Mo Wen's face was solemn, and when his figure flickered, he retreated dozens of meters, almost clinging to one of the walls of the main hall.

"...... that?"

A touch of shock flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Night Rong Pavilion, she was holding the purple light gourd in one hand, and the purple light released by the gourd slowly isolated the blood light around her, so among all the people, her visibility was the highest.

I saw that in the coffin, a person slowly crawled out, a very tall person.

Big living people?

In this hall, how can there be a big living person, and they are still lying in a coffin!

The Yerong Pavilion Lord was a little stunned, and the things she couldn't understand made her heart shrouded in a layer of coldness.

Roar!

A beast roar like a beast, and a sound like a scream, suddenly sounded, the sound was like thunder rolling, it seemed to explode in the ears, and everyone's eyes were dark, and they were dizzy for a while.

Puff puff!

Some martial artists with lower cultivation directly spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, and their bodies flew out upside down, with a face that was extremely white.

Bu Changkun and the others, who were standing nearby, were also in that roar, their bodies shook, and they suddenly retreated more than a dozen steps, their blood churning, and they were almost injured.

Mo Wen, who was far away in the corner of the main hall, his eyes flickered, and the roar actually affected him. With his soul power, unless the immortal cultivator's divine sense, or with the help of some strange treasure, it was impossible for him to be affected by such a long distance.

After all, his current soul power was second only to the divine consciousness of an immortal cultivator.

The blood faded, and a tall shadow stepped out.

"What kind of monster is that!"

Jiang Pingzhou screamed, his voice was a little out of tune, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

I saw that the figure was more than three meters tall, naked, with dark green skin, scarlet eyes, fangs growing out of its mouth, three inches in size, ten fingers like animal claws, and nails like barbs.

The monster that was not like a human and a ghost was not like a ghost, and an astonishing and terrifying aura was released. (To be continued......)