The steward twisted his handkerchief and looked at the chief of Chizuru sarcastically:

"Oh, no!"

drenched in the rain, so that the black steward, who has always loved cleanliness, has long held his breath.

Now neither he nor Brother Seventy-One have entered the tent and let a coffin go in first? How can there be such a thing?

Chizuru Dao Chang was rejected, and quickly explained: "Wait a minute, I'll ......."

The steward interrupted: "Wait a minute, it's okay, not now!" ”

Chizuru Michicho's face froze and he clenched his fists.

The steward turned around, walked to the sedan chair, and said to the child in the sedan chair, "Seventy-one brother, we can enter the tent." ”

"Hmm." Brother Seventy-One nodded.

Several porters carried the seventy-one elder brother into the tent, and the steward followed closely.

Qianhe Dao sighed and lifted the cotton cloth covering the copper horn gold coffin, but saw that the ink fountain net had almost been washed white by the rain, and his face was suddenly solemn.

After the porter sent the seventy-one elder brother into the tent, he came out to help the four Maoshan disciples in the southeast, northwest, and southeast push the coffin into the tent.

However, the ground was so muddy from the rain that my feet slipped.

And the bronze horn and gold coffin are too heavy, and the wheels are deeply stuck in the quagmire.

Seven or eight people spent a long time on their efforts, but they only moved the bronze horn and gold coffin by two or three meters.

At this moment, a cloudy wind blew, blowing off the cotton cloth on the copper horn gold coffin, and the pouring rain suddenly stopped.

One of the people in the south, east, west, and northwest looked up and said in surprise: "The rain has stopped!" ”

"yes." The other replied.

Before the words fell, a thunderbolt fell and struck the bronze horn golden coffin.

The huge electric current made the four porters who carried the golden coffin tremble all over, and flew out, scorched black, and a smell of meat emanated, and they lost their breath on the spot.

The four people in the south, east, and northwest were far away and did not suffer much damage, but they were also paralyzed by electricity.

In the bronze horn and golden coffin, the iron armored corpse of the royal family suddenly opened its eyes!

The steward lifted the curtain and walked out and asked, "What's the matter?" What happened? ”

The Thousand Crane Daoist glanced at him, but saw that the steward and several palace guards had a frightened look on their faces.

Hurriedly turned his head, only to see that the heavy lid of the copper-horned gold coffin was pushed open from the inside, pulling the ink fountain net that bound the coffin to a creak.

The face of the chief of the Thousand Crane Road changed greatly, and he shouted in a low voice: "Bring the rope, hurry up!" ”

The four of them hurriedly took out the rope from the package they were carrying, but it was too late.

The iron-armored corpse in the bronze horn and gold coffin has torn off part of the ink fountain net, and the trapping effect of the ink fountain net has been greatly reduced.

Chizuru Dao pounced on one of them and sat cross-legged on the lid of the coffin.

At the same time, he took out a corpse suppression talisman, recited the magic in his mouth, used his mana to stimulate the corpse suppression talisman, and slapped it heavily on the coffin lid.

A faint golden light flashed, and the movement of the iron-armored corpse froze, and the coffin lid fell back and closed again.

The Taoist leader of Chizuru took the three-finger-thick hemp rope handed by his disciple, wrapped the coffin several times, and tied it firmly.

As soon as the Chizuru Dao Chief breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the coffin under him shook.

The next moment, the Chizuru Michicho was knocked out along with the coffin lid.

The Chizuru Taoist fell to the ground and raised his head, only to see the heavy golden coffin lid smashing down on his head.

He tried to step back, but it was too late.

Seeing that he was about to be hit in the right leg, he saw a large and strong hand firmly gripping the coffin board.

There was not even a trace of ripple, just like the lid of the brass coffin, which weighed a thousand pounds, was made of wood.

The head of the Chizuru Road turned his head to look, and a face that seemed to have been seen somewhere, but was a little unfamiliar, came into view.

Yu Ke said: "Uncle Qianhe, are you okay?" ”

Chizuru came back to his senses and nodded, "I'm fine." ”

Yu Ke's gaze turned to the bronze horn and gold coffin.

I saw a zombie in a royal blue official uniform, standing up slowly and upright from the coffin in a non-visual way.

The Thousand Crane Daoist asked, "Senior nephew, why are you here?" ”

Yu Ke shook off the spear forged by the cold iron in his hand, pointed obliquely at the ground, and looked at the royal iron-armored corpse cautiously.

"It's not just me who came, but my master and Master Ikyu are here."

"I'm faster, they're behind, I'll be able to come right away."

The iron-armored corpse stood on the edge of the bronze horned golden coffin, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Although his eyes are inhuman and full of bloodthirsty desire, there is also a hint of reason and cunning.

Like a hungry wolf who hasn't hunted food for a long time.

When the steward saw the iron-armored corpse, he was frightened, and hurriedly hid behind the tent, and at the same time ordered several palace guards to come out to help the chief of the thousand cranes.

Daoist Qianhe stood up, and when he saw Yu Ke's confident appearance, he asked with some surprise:

"Senior nephew, are you sure to deal with this ironclad corpse? How many days have you been getting started? ”

"One day!" Yu Ke replied.

Michichi Chizuru: "......"

"Senior nephew, this ironclad corpse is invulnerable, and your spear is useless against it."

At this time, a disciple in the southeast, northwest, and northwest pulled out the peachwood sword behind his back, shouted, and stabbed the iron-armored corpse with a sword.

saw that the iron-armored corpse moved quickly and sensitively, and with a shake, he dodged the stab of the peachwood sword.

Then he threw himself forward, his hands stretched out, and his black nails three or four centimeters long pierced the disciple's chest almost instantly.

The cold and bone-chilling corpse poison flowed into the body along the nails.

The disciple screamed and wanted to retreat, but saw the iron-armored corpse grasping his flesh and blood, bringing it to him, and opening his mouth to bite it.

A cold iron spear head stabbed straight into the mouth of the ironclad corpse, blocking the ironclad corpse's foul mouth.

The sound of corrosion bubbled out of the mouth of the ironclad corpse.

The ironclad corpse was in pain, threw the disciple aside, and stretched out his claws to slap the spear head.

Yu Ke's marksmanship was extremely fast and accurate, and he pulled the head of the spear out of the mouth of the iron-armored corpse, stabbed it several times, and stabbed it into the throat of the iron-armored corpse.

But I heard a few short and fierce metal clashes.

The ironclad corpse is gone.

"Hey, it's hard enough." Yu Ke was surprised.

With a casual flick of his hand, he withdrew his spear and looked at the tip of it.

But when he saw that the tip of the spear made of cold iron was shattered a little, he suddenly felt a little pain.

Yu Ke poured some glutinous rice water on the gun head again.

"Xiaobei." The Chizuru Daoist came to the injured disciple and checked on his injuries.

When he lifted his clothes, he saw that ten deep black holes appeared in the chest of the disciple who was called Xiaobei, and the blackened blood flowed slowly.

With a solemn face, the four-eyed Taoist took out a handful of glutinous rice from the cloth pocket around his waist and covered his wound.

The corpse poison was pulled out by the yang energy, and there was a sizzling sound.

Xiaobei screamed miserably, sweating profusely.

The ironclad corpse's eyes moved, and he took a vertical leap and flew towards the tent.

Yu Ke threw his spear and strode forward, the spear was horizontal, and it hit the waist and abdomen of the iron-armored corpse hard, knocking it back three or four steps.

"The strength is really not small, and they are about to catch up with me."

Yu Ke looked at the somewhat deformed steel cast spear in his hand, turned his head and asked the Taoist of Thousand Cranes:

"Uncle Shi, this iron-armored corpse is a bit difficult to deal with, is there any magic weapon that can be borrowed from me?"

"Nope." Chizuru Michido shouted:

"I'm not as rich as your master, so I'll use a fifty-year-old peachwood sword."