In the face of the mandrill, Fengxing confessed his identity as the wing clan, and also explained that his current body belonged to the human race, and used the "imperial power iron box" to prove that he was qualified to see the owner of the mandrill.

It is estimated that the mandrill has also waited for many years to wait for a "qualified" human, and it is naturally a little excited.

This mandrill guards the Ganoderma lucidum on the hillside, and it must be ordered by its master. Whenever someone wants to fight these Lingzhi ideas, the mandrill will punish them slightly, but they will never take the life of the person who comes - Wang Ping is one of the unlucky ghosts.

There are many poisonous insects and beasts in Nanbao Mountain, and I don't know how many people who come here to hunt for treasures are buried in the belly of the beast. It is estimated that in addition to Wang Ping, there are also some people who have made a fortune in a muffled voice who have seen mandrills, and they have passed on this mandrill to become a beast that eats people and does not spit out bones.

After seeing the "Imperial Power Iron Box", Shanxiao confirmed Fengxing's identity and became more excited, saying that he wanted to test whether Fengxing was qualified to meet his master.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense, I'm going to make a move. Shan Xiao said loudly, "I advise you to deal with it with all your might, this move of mine is the mastery of my demon clan, the high-level essence of 'Kun Di Yuan' - 'Coffin of Ground Burial'!"

"Slow!" Feng Xing waved his hand and motioned for the mandrill to stop, "If I am lucky enough to take this trick, I will naturally be qualified to see your master, but if I am unlucky, ......"

"Hey, hey, hey......" Shanxiao immediately understood what Fengxing was going to say, and hehe sneered, "If you can't take it, you will only have a dead end." You're not the first mortal to come here to see my master. ”

Feng Xing frowned, he didn't expect Mandrill to answer like this. "What about the Imperial Power Iron Box?" asked Feng Xing tentatively, "Wouldn't it be ...... too?"

The mandrill was a little impatient, and eagerly interrupted Feng Xing: "That imperial power iron box has a magical power, no matter what kind of calamity it experiences, it will eventually return to the hands of the human yellow bloodline, what are you doing blindly-hurry up, hurry up, take my move......"

"Then I feel strange?" Feng Xing said unhurriedly, "I'm here for the affairs of the human race, but it doesn't benefit me at all, so why should I risk my life?"

The mandrill obviously hasn't really moved for a long time, and when he sees the wind at this moment, he is naturally itchy and itchy. But Fengxing's unhurried and unhurried appearance made the mandrill very angry, and he was so anxious that he screamed. As soon as the mandrill screamed, it was like someone laughing maniacally: "You are so boring, you can see it if you want to see it, if you don't see it, get out of here - I have never seen a man like you as a mother-in-law." ”

Feng Xing was not angry, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "I'm just looking for a reason for myself to pick you up." People always have the strength to act when they have a reason. Otherwise, why should I suffer this sin in vain......"

"Reason, reason, what reason? Fate chooses you, that's the reason, and you're standing here now, that's the reason. From the tone of the mandrill, it felt that it was really angry, "If this is not enough, I will give you a reason that you absolutely cannot refuse, do you want to?"

"I want to hear it!" Feng Xing is still not in a hurry.

The mandrill finally calmed down. This mandrill must have been disciplined by its owner so strictly that it did not dare to do anything to people. Although the mandrill wanted to stretch its muscles and bones immediately, it also knew that as long as Fengxing did not nod, it must not make a move.

The calmed mandrill makes people feel unusually funny, and its strange appearance seems to have no horror at all. Shanxiao thought for a moment before saying, "Boy, my master, is the most important chess piece in the game of chess in the Universal World. Fate has chosen you to come to my master, which means that you must have something in my master's hands—do you know the 'Pure Land of Original Sin'?"

When the mandrill said the words "Original Sin Pure Land", Feng Xing was taken aback, and his body trembled involuntarily. "In the hands of my master, there are many weapons from the 'Pure Land of Original Sin', which are available from all races. "These weapons are what the people of the Universal World call - 'Ignorant Fire Tempering'!"

"What? You said that these weapons were all made by the Phoenix Clan?" Feng Xing was completely shocked, and his tone was so eager that he was a little uncomfortable, "Your master has the 'Ignorant Fire Tempering' of each race?"

Shan Xiao looked at Fengxing's shocked expression, very proud, and covered his entire face with his lower mouth, and even couldn't see his eyes. The mandrill laughed proudly a few times before saying, "Among those weapons, there is a cyan long sword, which I feel is very suitable for you?"

Shan Xiao's words stimulated Feng Xing's nerves again and again, and when the words "cyan long sword" came into his ears, Feng Xing's hands began to tremble violently. Such a scene is unimaginable for a steady fashion. I don't know how important this "cyan long sword" is to the wind.

"What you said, is there two words engraved on the cyan long sword you said......" Fengxing's voice trembled, "Is there a ...... engraved on it?"

"Oh, you're in trouble, you're really in trouble. The mandrill interrupted the wind impatiently, "How do I know what's engraved on it?" I haven't played with it before - if you want to know more, you can take my trick 'Coffin of Burial'." ”

The tremor of the wind disappeared completely after the mandrill's words. Feng Xingben is a steady and experienced man, since his practice, he has been walking in front of the thunder, and his actions are even more orderly and orderly. The tremor just now was really too terrifying, and after understanding the form on the spot, Feng Xing immediately calmed down.

Feng Xing said: "So, how can I take your 'Coffin of Ground Burial'?"

"It's very simple. The mandrill stared into the eyes of the wind and said, "Four words - no escape, no death." ”

In the face of these four words, Feng Xing showed his signature smile: "Calculate well and be thorough." If you don't run away, you are afraid that my Xunfeng speed is too fast, and you will avoid this move, and if you don't die, you want me to use the power of Xunfeng to resist Kun Diyuan. If it is only compared to strength, Xunfeng will naturally suffer. Your words 'don't escape or die' are really a last resort. ”

"There's a lot of nonsense, in a word, do you take it or not?" Shan Xiao seemed to have settled on Feng Xing, and recognized that Feng Xing would inevitably accept this trick, and when Shan Xiao said this, his eyes were already shining with excitement.

"I promise you, 'don't escape', and 'don't die'!" Feng Xing put his hands behind his back, stood proudly, and said calmly, "Make a move." ”

The light in the mandrill's eyes finally flowed out completely, and he clapped his hands excitedly, and exclaimed, "I knew that no one could resist the temptation of 'ignorant fire', hahaha...... Let's take it - 'Coffin of Ground Burial'. ”

The mandrill leaped to its feet, then plummeted, smashing into the ground like a meteorite. At the moment of falling, his hands pressed the ground, and the whole earth trembled. With this trembling, a circle of dirt more than ten feet away around Feng Xing began to slowly swell, in the shape of a pot lid, and closed in the middle.

The sky above the wind is getting smaller and smaller, and the surging dirt is about to close. At this time, Feng Xing had every chance to vacate out of the gap above his head that had not yet closed, but he didn't do that, he just stood confidently with his hands in his hands, waiting for the moment when the "coffin of the burial on the ground" closed. Because he promised: "I will not run away".

There was a slight crash, and the space where the wind was running was completely dark. Feng Xing knew that the soil above his head had been closed, and this "coffin of ground burial" had been formed.

"Boy, now that the 'Coffin of Burial' has been formed, I have to remind you. The mandrill's voice came through the dirt wall, "Just now you thought that when I said 'don't escape', I was afraid that your 'Xunfeng Yuan' would be faster than 'Kun Di Yuan', and now I want to tell you that with your level, as long as you are still standing on the ground when I cast the 'Coffin of Ground Burial', you will definitely not be able to escape." So that you don't run away, it's just a test of your concentration. ”

After saying this, the mandrill paused slightly, and it seemed to be resting. This "Coffin of Ground Burial", according to the mandrill, is the mastery of the demon clan, the high-level essence of the "Kun Diyuan", this mandrill is estimated to be barely able to perform, plus it has not been used for a long time, it seems difficult, and it is reasonable.

"Boy, if I move again, this 'coffin of the ground burial' will slowly close. "If you can stop this trick from closing, you will be able to save your life, and if you can't stop it, you will completely disappear into the cosmos with this burial coffin, and there will not be a single dregs left—let's start." ”

Regardless of whether what Shanxiao said was true or not, Fengxing had no chance to reply, because the "coffin of the ground burial" had begun to close. This closure is not the mud wall on all sides closing in the middle, but the mud wall in the shape of the entire pot lid, and then closing at the center point of the wind line. In other words, it is this "coffin of burial" that is shrinking.

At this time, Feng Xing understood that what Shanxiao said was true. This "coffin of the ground burial" shrinks like this, and if it keeps going, it will eventually shrink into a lump of dirt, then into a grain of sand, then into a grain of dust, and finally disappear - and with the disappearance of the dust, there is not even a dregs left.

Although Feng Xing was smiling on his face, he had already begun to think about countermeasures in his heart. The smile on the face is to strategically despise the opponent, and the countermeasure in the heart is to attach importance to the opponent tactically. This kind of popularity is the real popularity.

The speed at which this "coffin of burial on the ground" shrinks is not fast, the slower it is, the more powerful it is, and the slower it is, the more dangerous it is.

First of all, Feng Xing wanted to know the hardness of the mud wall that surrounded him, so Feng Xing split his palm. This palm was a blow from all the strength of the wind, and the crescent moon palm slammed into the mud wall with great force, blasting a deep pit in the mud wall—but immediately earth surged up from the ground, filling the deep pit, even thicker than just now.

This "Coffin of Ground Burial" is the high-level mastery of "Kun Diyuan", and the entire boundless earth is the most powerful backing of this "Coffin of Ground Burial", no matter how much impact it receives, the earth will provide the most solid support for the "Coffin of Ground Burial".

At this time, the "coffin of the ground burial" had shrunk by a third, and the mud walls were still six or seven feet away from the wind. Feng Xing could already feel the oppression in the mud wall.

What should I do? Feng Xing didn't panic, when did Feng Xing panic in the face of so many dangerous moments? He remembered the mandrill's words just now: "If you can stop this trick from coming together, you can save your life." In this sentence, the word used by the mandrill is "to stop"! This word seems casual and useless, but in fact it contains too much information.

The word "stop" is enough to show that the mandrill has long known that Fengxing cannot break through the wall, which also indirectly suggests that Fengxing needs to use a strong force to prevent this "coffin of burial" from continuing to shrink.

What power? Feng Xing thought of the "Flowing Wind Screen"!