Hearing Ye Yanqiao's "kind" reminder, Zhang Qingyang finally moved.

Mei Niang exclaimed: "Zhang Qingyang, what do you want to do? That's a drought!"

"Because he's a drought, I have to. Zhang Qingyang left such a clueless sentence and rushed forward.

I saw that Zhang Qingyang's speed was extremely fast, and his figure left an afterimage in the same place, but Zhang Qingyang himself had already reached the top of the main hall.

Seeing that Ye Yan Qiao didn't mean to stop him, Zhang Qingyang realized that something was wrong, it stands to reason that Ye Yan Qiao tried his best to break open the bronze coffin and release the drought, and Ye Yan Qiao should stop it if he did so. However, the birth of the drought was imminent, and Zhang Qingyang didn't have time to think about it, so he put all his thoughts on the bronze coffin on the main hall.

Mu Ziyi looked at the man in the hall in surprise, and there was a trace of fluctuation in his heart, like a circle of ripples startled by someone throwing a stone on the surface of the lake that had been as calm as water, which seemed not very obvious, but there were already ups and downs.

This strange heartbeat is something that Mu Ziyi has never seen for so many years when she cultivates the Taishang Forgetfulness Dao, she looked at the somewhat thin and lonely man in the main hall, a complicated expression appeared on her face, and she was entangled in her heart: "What's wrong with me, I should keep the way of the Taishang Forgetfulness, no desire and no desire, why do I feel like this about him." After thinking about it for a long time, Mu Ziyi's mind became more and more confused, so he had to silently recite the meditation mantra to calm himself down.

Agreeing to be surprised, there is also Long Ziyan standing behind Mu Ziyi, in the previous Long Ziyan's heart, Zhang Qingyang was a person who was unwilling to meddle in things, but he didn't expect that now in order to prevent the drought from being born and causing trouble to all beings, Zhang Qingyang, who resolutely stepped forward and was unwilling to meddle in things.

Mei Niang looked at Zhang Qingyang who rushed to the top of the hall, and her heart was mixed. In Mei Niang's eyes, Zhang Qingyang's current approach is a little thoughtless, not to mention whether he Zhang Qingyang is the opponent of the drought fish, let's just say that the night goose Qiao who is standing in front of her now is not an easy person to get along with, Mei Niang has always seen in her eyes, how much effort the night goose Qiao has made to release the drought fish.

But Mei Niang stopped Zhang Qingyang, she knew in her heart that it was Zhang Qingyang's way, and he was like a proud knight. Although Zhang Qingyang has been floating on the rivers and lakes for so long, he has long been accustomed to seeing the smell of Zhumen's wine and meat, and the filth of frozen bones on the road.

In Mei Niang's eyes, Zhang Qingyang had already obtained the Guantian Golden Order, so he could take his apprentices Fei Mo and Mu Ziyi and others to turn around and leave, regardless of whether the people of Li here were dead or alive after the birth of the drought fish. But Zhang Qingyang stayed, and resolutely stopped the drought from breaking the bronze coffin on the main hall, this is Zhang Qingyang's way. It is not a way of art but a way of chivalry, turning the tide and falling, and supporting the building to fall.

Mei Niang smiled self-deprecatingly, maybe this is the charm that Zhang Qingyang made herself fall in love with at first sight.

The Wild Sheep Daoist looked at the afterimage left by Zhang Qingyang in place because of his excessive speed, and his heart was shocked: "Could it be that this is the strength of the Shusheng? Thinking like this in his heart, the Wild Sheep Daoist looked up at Zhang Qingyang in the main hall and secretly sweated for him: "Zhang Qingyang, you are too underestimated to look down on the drought, you must not anger him." ”

Only Fei Mo stared at Zhang Qingyang with the most adoring eyes, and he only knew in his heart that his master Zhang Qingyang was telling himself with actions that he should not be afraid because the enemy was too strong. That's right, Master is right, what are you afraid of, isn't it just a drought, just draw your sword and fight too quickly.

Compared with the worries or worship of several other people, Ye Yan Qiao seemed much calmer, he just looked at Zhang Qingyang and the bronze coffin in the main hall like watching a play, and occasionally his eyes showed some strange colors, I don't know what Ye Yan Qiao was thinking in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Qingyang in the main hall was not so relaxed, he didn't expect that the evil qi on the bronze coffin was so arrogant, and it emanated from the bronze coffin unscrupulously.

Zhang Qingyang had already used the power of his magic to resist the invasion of evil qi, but he still felt the cold chill through his bones and the fierce qi on his body.

Zhang Qingyang frowned and thought in his heart: "I didn't expect that the drought is much stronger than I imagined, Chi Youxin almost sucked up the evil qi on the bronze coffin, these little evil qi I have only barely resisted with the strength of a magic saint, this drought fish doesn't know how long it has been trapped by the bronze coffin, and the born drought must be fierce." Thinking of this, Zhang Qingyang was even more determined that he must not let the drought break out of the coffin.

The Chi Youxin on the bronze coffin seemed to have reached the most critical time, and there was very little evil qi on the bronze coffin.

The sound of the bronze coffin slapping stopped at this time, and the sound of clicking sounded at this time, Zhang Qingyang said in his heart, he hurriedly looked at the bronze coffin, and saw that sure enough, the twelve coffin nails on the bronze coffin had fallen off, and six of the other ones had begun to loosen, as if someone was pulling them out.

Zhang Qingyang raised his hand and slapped the six coffin nails that were still nailed on the bronze coffin, but he didn't expect that his palm was numb and painful by the bronze coffin, and he didn't expect that on the other hand, the coffin nails on the bronze coffin not only did not move at all, but even accelerated the momentum of falling out.

Zhang Qingyang was anxious and couldn't care about the pain in his palm, so he used the power of magic to slap it on the coffin.

This time, with the power of magic, the nail of the coffin was slapped back to the bronze coffin, but Zhang Qingyang's palm didn't know when it was cut open, and blood flowed down his fingers on the bronze coffin. Seeing that things were feasible, Zhang Qingyang ignored the wound on his palm, and quickly slapped the remaining five coffin nails that were about to fall off back to their original positions.

Seeing that the bronze coffin finally stopped moving, Zhang Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the six coffin nails that had fallen off from the bronze coffin, and slapped them back to their original position one by one.

Zhang Qingyang looked at the bronze coffin that had stopped moving, and set his eyes on Chi Youxin, who was located on top of the bronze coffin.

This Chi You heart is really amazing, after absorbing so much evil qi, it is still not damaged in the slightest, but it is a little more chilly, Zhang Qingyang was about to step forward to pick up Chi You Xin, and at this time, a sudden change occurred.

The bronze coffin suddenly erupted with a more ferocious evil qi than before, and the twelve town coffin nails were ejected from the bronze coffin under the impact of that evil qi, this time Zhang Qingyang wanted to stop it but it was too late.

With a loud bang, the coffin lid of the bronze coffin was lifted and smashed to the ground fiercely, and the sky-high evil qi erupted from the center of the main hall.

Ye Yan Qiao did not move at all under the impact of that evil qi, only to see him gently stretch out a hand to protect Fei Mo who was standing on the side like a wooden chicken, Fei Mo was pulled by Ye Yan Qiao and stumbled and almost fell, that is, at this moment of life and death, Fei Mo suddenly stuck to Ye Yan Qiao's body, to Fei Mo's surprise, Ye Yan Qiao's body was soft and boneless, and even exuded a unique fragrance. However, it was also thanks to Ye Yan Qiao who protected Fei Mo, and Fei Mo escaped.

Looking at Mu Ziyi, Wild Sheep Daoren and others who couldn't resist taking a few steps back, fortunately, Mu Ziyi protected Long Ziyan at a critical moment, which made Long Ziyan safe and sound under this evil atmosphere.

And the closest to the bronze coffin, it was Zhang Qingyang who was on top of the main hall at this time who directly resisted the evil qi, and saw Zhang Qingyang being hit by the evil qi and falling fiercely next to Mu Ziyi and the others. Before Zhang Qingyang could get up, he saw Zhang Qingyang's head tilted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Fei Mo struggled to push away Ye Yanqiao, ran to his master Zhang Qingyang, and cried and asked, "Master, are you okay?"

Zhang Qingyang waved his hand, stared at the bronze coffin that had been opened above the main hall with a pale face, and muttered to himself: "It's really too late this time, Dry Fish, he came out." ”

Only then did Ye Yan Qiao move his gaze from the bronze coffin above the main hall to Zhang Qingyang, who was lying on the ground, and said, "I can break the bronze coffin so quickly this time, and thank you for the help of the King of Array." ”

Fei Mo listened to Ye Yan Qiao say this and said angrily: "What did you say?"

Zhang Qingyang realized what was wrong, Ye Yanqiao obviously deliberately let himself go to the main hall, and it was he who accidentally sprinkled blood on the bronze coffin when he slapped the nail on the bronze coffin.

Thinking about it like this, Zhang Qingyang fully understood, Ye Yanqiao had already done his hands and feet on the nail of the coffin, as long as he touched the nail of the coffin on the bronze coffin, he would definitely scratch his hand, and whether the blood of the scratched hand was directly flowing on the bronze coffin or stained on the nail of the coffin, the drought in the bronze coffin could be felt.

Ye Yan Qiao and the Yin Walkers have been using the blood of ordinary people in Black Dragon Village, and the ferocity of arousing the drought is very small, and Zhang Qingyang has a heroic righteousness and is a saint cultivator, his blood will inevitably quickly arouse the ferocity of the drought fish, so that he can break the bronze coffin faster.

Only then did Zhang Qingyang see Ye Yanqiao's plan to buckle one ring at a time, but it was obviously too late.

But that's how it is on the rivers and lakes, if you calculate me today, I will calculate you tomorrow, and you will admit it when you plant it. Zhang Qingyang didn't say anything, he understood this reason.

Everyone kept staring at the bronze coffin that was opened above the main hall, and it took a long time to see a hand stretched out from the bronze coffin, and then a person slowly walked out of it.

A man in black armor with a long sword hanging from his waist. Yes, he's more of a man than the bare-eyed fangs of the legendary Dryfish.

"Meng Tian?" Fei Mo looked at the man dressed like this, and couldn't help but think of Yan Qiao's words before.

Zhang Qingyang had already stood up at this time, and when he heard Fei Mo say this, he asked, "What did you say?"

"Ye Yan Qiao said that the drought was the Meng Tian of the Qin Dynasty. Fei Mo naturally did not hide it from his master.

Zhang Qingyang was speechless by non-silent, the ancients two thousand years ago stood in front of him like this, and he had become a drought that broke the bronze coffin.

Meng Tian's cold gaze swept over everyone, but Meng Tian's gaze was stunned for a moment when he passed by Ye Yan Qiao, Ye Yan Qiao also looked straight at him, Meng Tian didn't seem to remember the person in front of him in the end.

He had been sealed in the bronze coffin for too long, and more than 2,000 years had made him forget a lot of things, and now he only remembered one thing clearly, the lonely back of the man wearing the crown of the sky in the main hall.

Meng Tian looked at the terracotta warriors below, and he knew that the first thing he should do now was to kill all these ants in front of him.

Meng Tian, who slowly walked towards the steps of the hall, looked at Zhang Qingyang and the others condescendingly, and only said one word coldly, but everyone's hearts fell to the bottom.

It may be because he hasn't spoken for two thousand years, Meng Tian's voice is a little cold and harsh, but everyone still heard the words Meng Tian said.

"Die. ”