The shaking of the earth continued to occur, and huge stones were constantly rolling down from the cliffs on both sides, falling from under the cliffs on both sides.

Jing Fan even saw a stone the size of a house fall from the sky, and immediately fell into the canyon, and a huge boom also exploded at this moment.

Jing Fan's face was full of solemnity, and he kept gathering the breath in his body, trying to break through the confinement in that body, but no matter what he did, the confinement was still there, and his body was like being petrified, and he couldn't move at all.

At this moment, on the stone platform on the other side, a dazzling light on the colorful crystal coffin flashed rapidly, but the lid of the coffin that was originally closed suddenly bounced open, and the rainbow-like colorful light continued to flicker in the sky.

When the figures dressed in black saw the lid of the colorful crystal coffin being bounced open, they all quickly knelt on their knees, and they were still muttering to themselves, as if they were asking for a pilgrimage.

The lid of the crystal coffin fell to the ground, and a figure slowly stood up from inside, but the body of the figure was shrouded in a rich and dense colorful glow, even if Jing Fan had enough eyesight, he couldn't see the true face of the figure.

However, when he saw that figure, I don't know why, Jing Fan's heart couldn't help but feel a strange feeling.

He actually felt that the figure in front of him actually had a sense of déjà vu, and that feeling seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, as if he had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Jing Fan had a feeling of wanting to shout, but because his whole body was imprisoned, he couldn't move at all, and could only watch every move that took place on the opposite platform.

The colorful energy is still flickering, and there are constantly majestic energy fluctuations coming from it, spreading out in the space, and even the thick dark clouds on the top of the main peak are faintly showing signs of dispersing at this moment.

Suddenly, the image of the person standing up from the colorful crystal coffin was as if he had sensed it, and slowly turned his head to look at Jing Fan.

Jing Fan only felt that two cold powers like lightning rushed through his pupils, and suddenly raged in his body.

At that moment, an unprecedented feeling came, Jing Fan felt that his body was no longer his own at all, and all his secrets were completely hidden under that strange and cold power, as if everything was confessed to the public, and there was no secret at all.

Moreover, Jing Fan felt that everything in front of him began to blur rapidly, as if the sky and the earth had turned into colorful colors.

However, in just an instant, the colorful color quickly transformed into a blood-like scarlet color, and the overwhelming blood swept in like a wave, drowning Jing Fan and indulging in it.

He kept calling, shouting, but no one answered.

Just when he thought that he would sink here forever, a snow-white jade hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

Jing Fan in the sea of blood was stunned, he looked up, but he couldn't see the true face of the shadow that was close at hand, and the delicate cheeks seemed to be covered by a layer of colorful mist, and he couldn't see it clearly at all.

However, Jing Fan's gaze suddenly fixed on the imprint of a small petal on the snow-white arm, which was as red as blood and as hot as a flame, burning Jing Fan's heart.

"Ice ......"

Jing Fan shouted out in a lost voice, he grabbed the jade hand that had been snow-white, but just when he was about to come into contact, the whole person was suddenly in the air, and at this moment, all the illusions in front of him also disappeared, and the confinement on his own body also disappeared completely at this moment, the whole person collapsed to the ground at once, and he could no longer lift up a little strength in his body, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, as if he had collapsed.

However, even so, his eyes were staring at the figure in the colorful crystal coffin not far away, and he whispered softly: "Bingli, is it you? Is it really you? How did you become the murderous holy corpse of this immortal demon clan, and the Wudao you met in that heavenless end said that Bing'er and Li'er are the doppelgangers of your body...... All this ...... What the hell is going on with all this?"

Jing Fan muttered, but now his voice can be heard by no one except himself.

The scene in front of him also began to blur rapidly, he could only watch the figure on the stone platform in front of him begin to slowly exit, and even the last colorful crystal coffin was carried away, and the figure in the crystal coffin also disappeared.

Until all the figures disappeared completely, Jing Fan also slowly closed his eyes.

He had a dream, it was a dream of only two people, there was him, there was a girl named Bingli, and the two of them laughed together, made noise, jumped, and shouted......

However, the good dream didn't last long, and Jing Fan woke up with a loud noise.

He opened his eyes vigorously, and at this moment, the scene in front of him remained the same, but the platform in the distance had already been vacant, and only a prototype of the formation that could not be seen was left.

Jing Fan, who regained his senses, quickly checked his body, but except for feeling that his mental state was a little tired, there was no damage at all, and even the feeling of prostration in his body was as if it was completely non-existent.

"What the hell is going on with all this? And the figure that emerged from the colorful crystal coffin, the holy corpse ......"

Jing Fan couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out, he looked in the direction where the huge sound came from, and his heart was suddenly startled.

It was the sound of the horn in the ancient city of Fengdu, the resurrection ceremony of the undead demon clan.

Looking at the huge skulls that were constantly condensed in the sky, Jing Fan also smiled bitterly in his heart.

"I didn't expect to sleep for three days at this time!"

Jing Fan didn't hesitate any longer, checked it briefly, quickly put away the three-ear clock, turned around and rushed down the mountain.

After all, Ga Ga is still in the ancient city of Fengdu, and he is now rushing to join Gaga.

Jing Fan didn't notice it, not long after he left, on the open space above the cliff opposite, a crystal coffin with a colorful aura also slowly flew over, suspended in space, constantly rotating, as if he was looking for something, but after all, he still found nothing.

By the time Jing Fan came to the gate of the ancient city of Fengdu, Ga had been waiting here for a long time.

Looking at Jing Fan's appearance, a look of worry flashed in the depths of Gaga's eyes, and he asked in a calm voice, "Are you okay?"

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Jing Fan's mouth, he glanced at the lively Fengdu Ancient City, and said, "Let's go, I'll talk while walking!"

Listening to Jing Fan's experience in the past few days, Ga Ga was also speechless in shock, he glanced at Jing Fan with a strange face, and was silent for a long time before saying: "If it is really according to what you said, the holy corpse of the immortal demon clan in the colorful crystal coffin must be true, but why did he treat you like this? imprisoned your body, and let you sleep on the stone platform for three days without telling the people of the undead demon clan......"

Jing Fan smiled bitterly in his heart, he shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't know either!"

The two of them talked as they walked, and while talking, they couldn't help but come to the central square of the ancient city of Fengdu, that is, the place where the comeback ceremony arranged by the undead demon clan was held.

Ga Ga was just about to speak, at this time, on the vast platform in front of him, an old man with white hair slowly walked up, the old man was dressed in gray, his eyes were deep-set, his high cheekbones and his raised hooked nose, but he didn't feel that there was no dead air coming from the old man's body, and even everyone thought that this old man was also an ancient corpse that was manipulated.

The old man's deep-seated eye sockets, two sharp gazes also quickly swept from the field, and many people who made eye contact with him couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, as if they had been completely seen through.

The old man's gaze swept back and forth, and then he showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and a hoarse voice sounded in the space, wrapped in the majestic vitality, and spread far away.

"Today is the most solemn opening ceremony of our undead demon clan, first of all, you are very welcome to come here, and secondly, our ceremony this time is to show the sincerity of our undead demon clan's comeback, we have specially arranged an event!"

Speaking of this, the old man paused deliberately, his gaze swept from the crowd again, cleared his throat, and then continued: "This event, all the people present can participate, after a while, the masters of our immortal demon clan will all appear on this high platform, if anyone can defeat three masters in a row, we will sacrifice a five-yuan Xuanying or a scroll of Layerless Yuan Jue......"

When the words spread, there was an uproar in the audience, and the crowd began to boil rapidly, and many people were already eager to try at this moment.

However, more people were watching from the sidelines, waiting for the old man to make an announcement.

The old man seemed to be very satisfied with the performance of everyone on the field, and the smile that was more ugly than crying resurfaced, and a hoarse voice sounded: "The game must be challenged three times in a row, and the winner has the opportunity to become the elder of the immortal demon clan, whether the two sides live or die, each has its own destiny!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, suddenly on the huge stone platform, the large group of figures also walked out slowly, looking at the figures coming out from behind, Jing Fan was stunned for a moment, his eyes stared at one of the figures, and said in a strange voice: "It turned out to be Hua Qianzi, and there are ...... The people of the Holy Land of the West Spirit!"