"Huh, the voice?"

Many people were shocked, and immediately showed a look of shock, as if they had thought of something.

As for Bei Motian, who was originally smiling, his expression suddenly froze, and he immediately froze in place, opening his mouth and unable to speak.

The powerhouse of the dignified god realm, the supreme demon god murderer who was more powerful than the martial god, actually showed a surprised look, which was really impressive.

The monks around them were stunned, and their hearts were as if there were countless horses galloping, showing frightened looks.

The dead body in the sarcophagus is actually talking?

Is he alive?

I don't know why, I just felt that my whole body was shaking, and many people were convulsing fat all over their bodies, for fear of angering these two.

It's weird, it's magical, and it's speechless.

The living fall to the ground, and the dead turn over.

Such a strange thing was actually bumped into by them, and they also have the capital to brag about it in this life.

"It turns out that the person in this sarcophagus is not dead!"

At the same time, his eyes widened, the meridians of his body were also tense, and his whole expression was unpredictable.

How can a dead man live?

Not to mention that this martial god has been dead for I don't know how many years, and now he is still alive?

If you say it, no one will believe it

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But the fact in front of him not only made Tang Chen gasp, but also made the Demon God Bei Motian's heart tremble suddenly, as if he had been hit hard by someone.

couldn't help twitching, looking at the man in front of him in fluttering clothes, dressed in black clothes and hair, his face was calm and indifferent, like a humble son, showing a smile comparable to a zombie.

"You're not dead!"

Bei Motian was amazed, the old enemy in front of him actually came back to life, how did he do it? Or did he not die at all?

"Hahaha...... Beimotian, you can't imagine that you will be like today, right? Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for many years, the shame you gave me at the beginning, please return it one by one today, everything between us should be broken, and there should be an end!"

The cold gaze flashed with a terrifying light, like the thunder of the day, and disappeared in an instant.

But the feeling is indelible, Beimotian's face has already become solemn, his expression is unnaturally weird, and the whole person looks shocked as if he is facing a great enemy.

"Old ghost, you didn't blame me for your own hardships at the beginning, I thought you were already dead, since you can still live, then enjoy the taste of death again, believe in my strength, it is enough for you to go to hell again!"

Although Bei Motian's expression was a little solemn, it was not so unbearable, but with a cold look, his hands were raised slightly, and he wanted to kill the old ghost in front of him.

The crackling light flowed with a terrifying chill, swept down by the murderous intent over and over again, Bei Motian took the lead in attacking, using his hand as a knife, violently opening up, bursting out in bursts.

"Snort!"

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun sword technique, slaughter the heavens, go!"

Bei Motian let out a low snort, and a terrifying sword light appeared on his hands, and the infinite chill pressed, and as soon as he stomped on the soles of his feet, a whirlwind arose in vain.

He swayed, turning into a black shadow in an instant, and the void seemed to be unable to withstand his speed, printing countless afterimages.

Under the huge changes, the breath is vast and majestic, and the momentum is intertwined with each other.

Tang Chen and the surrounding monks hurriedly left, shocked in their hearts, the master made a move, and the mortals suffered.

They are not at all the power of a martial god-level powerhouse to strike with all their might, and at the same time they are shocked in their hearts, they are also extremely frightened.

He didn't know who the person who came back from the dead in the weird sarcophagus was, and Bei Motian didn't say anything.

"Sure enough, it's worthy of being a demon god, and it's really powerful!"

Looking at the figure in front of him, his faint cold color was revealed, and a chill swept out.

The humiliation of the year and the revenge of killing cannot be said to be unrepaid.

The cruelty of the beginning must not be forgotten, and all the things that happened in the past must also be brought back by Beimotian.

Even if he is a demon god, he can't.

"North Motian, come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Heaven and earth are the world, turn the sword into a sword with force, the way of the martial god, break it with force, break it for me

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With a roar, his hands crossed in front of his chest began to change the seal, and a series of strange mysterious patterns were suddenly printed.

Under the blessing of the interweaving of energies, as if the Heavenly Dragon True Phoenix had descended into the world, a huge aura rushed out, like that sea of fire, swept and surging into the past.

"Snort!"

"Bang bang!"

The two masters fought, and the sky fell apart in an instant, and how many untimely monks around were immediately affected, and suddenly there was a ghost crying wolf.

There were bursts of miserable sounds, it was like hell on earth, and the master's moves were hundreds of moves in an instant.

The methods used by the two also collided with each other, and the endless tide of terror rushed out violently like flowing water, making a loud and terrifying sound.

"Old ghost, I can't imagine that you still have the strength to come back from the dead, hum! But do you want to show off in front of me? The name of the demon god is not called for nothing!"

Bei Motian smiled, spoke coldly, and the killing intent swept across three thousand miles, and there were countless phantoms across the nine heavens.

He is the Demon God, the recognized Demon God of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds, and the God of Hell, with the same level of cultivation as the Martial God.

And his own strength had already surpassed the realm of the Martial God, and now if the sword rays swept and churned down from the Nine Heavens, it really made their hearts tremble.

The terrifying combat power emitted between the hands of the martial god powerhouse in black clothes was like a huge light and shadow erupting violently, and the huge momentum was churning, which was shocking.

Endless Xuanguang surged, the overwhelming momentum changed like a tide, and the huge light burst out from between the collision moves, like the alternation of thunder and thunder, like the displacement of firelight.

This is a war of life and death, whoever wins can do it, and whoever loses can only perish.

Through the ages, the eternal grudge and killing are boundless greedy thoughts.

The martial artist's body was full of mysterious light, and the dark robe also quickly bulged, and his hands were crossed in front of his chest, as if he was about to materialize.

"Snort!"

"Bang bang!"

A huge sound sounded, roaring, making people a little uncomfortable, and their hearts were even more shocked, terrifying, a martial artist actually has unpredictable abilities.

"The name of the demon god is indeed famous in the heavens and all worlds, but the name of my martial ancestor is not a vegetarian!"

The warrior Xuanyi drummed and hunted and rolled, his long hair flew slowly, and the seal of martial arts in his hand was condensed.

"What? is he a martial ancestor?"

Tang Chen exclaimed in his heart, his face was shocked and frightened, his face was full of incredulity, he actually met Martial Ancestor, do you believe it?

Who is the Martial Ancestor? The rumored Martial Ancestor in the Heavenly Tomb World, that is his cheap master Dong Wu Ghost, the old friend in the mouth of Huo Wuya.

However, such a character, could it be the middle-aged man in front of him who died and came back to life?

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