The golden coffin shook violently for a while at first, and then it calmed down without the slightest sound.

The battle is over.

"Yeonchu!"

Yu Miaomiao's complexion changed.

During the entire battle, Su Bujin's tactics could be described as smooth, and they were completed in one go, and Lan Yanchu was defeated without even having a chance to cast a spell.

Originally, everyone who was watching thought that this was a vicious battle between the two dark horses of this Lingshan Festival, and Garuma didn't even know where to conjure up a small bench, but when he saw such a hasty battle, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment, and his mouth was still broken and muttered "It's boring, it's over so soon" or something like that.

"It's over again?"

Su Feinian's eyelids jumped fiercely, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

If it was good luck for Su Bujin to easily kill Qing Yabo just now, then how to explain how to seal Lan Yanchu so easily now?

A woman who has just broken through the Supreme and defeated two half-immortals in a row, and the time it took to add up to no more than a stick of incense will not be believed at all.

"She's really not an ordinary person."

Zhong Yi glanced at Su Bujin deeply, recalling the scene of meeting Su Bujin at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, this woman left a deep impression on him at that time, and fortunately let her in the fairy cave once, otherwise he would have provoked this evil god.

.......

Yu Miaomiao's eyes were cold, and she said to Su Bujin in a commanding tone: "Let her go." ”

Su Bujin asked, "Kill you, will Xilu Lu Zai appear?" ”

Yu Miaomiao said coldly: "You have a fever, say such stupid things, let Su Yingning take you to see a doctor, is there an extra tumor in your brain?" ”

Su Bujin slowly inserted Qinglu back into the scabbard and said, "The new knife is not used well, so I still don't use it." ”

Yu Miaomiao sneered and said, "It seems that you really didn't take me seriously, so I can't keep you." ”

As soon as the words fell, three magic circles appeared around Su Bujin without warning, and when the people around them reacted, Su Bujin was already wrapped in it.

"Eighth-level killing array?"

Looking at the killing intent formation that exuded a dangerous smell, Su Feinian's pupils contracted tightly like a needle, and his heart skipped a fierce beat.

The eighth-level killing array is known as the Supreme Tomb.

Supreme Tomb, Supreme Tomb, Supreme Tomb, the eighth-level magic circle is the nightmare of the supreme powerhouse, and the eighth-level killing array is the nightmare of the supreme powerhouse, almost touching it to death.

Yu Miao Miao deserves to be the third-ranked patriarch of the Divine Beast Race, and has been immersed in the position of the peak of the Western Continent Demon Clan's pyramid for many years, plus absorbing all the cultivation of Wen Zhong and Yan Liang, he doesn't even need time to charge his strength, and in an instant, he launched three eighth-level killing formations, and this kind of strength is already difficult to describe in words.

"You go and die."

A hideous color flashed on Yu Miaomiao's face, and the petite jade hand shook fiercely, and the energy contained in the three eighth-level killing arrays exploded instantly, and the terrifying momentum swept the heavens and the earth, and a mushroom cloud rose.

The wind and smoke dissipated, everything ceased to exist, and Su Bujin disappeared without a trace.

The power of the three eighth-level magic circles exploded in such a small space, not to mention a supreme, even a half-immortal might not survive.

And the disappearance of Su Bujin seems to indicate that this battle is over.

......

"Dare to provoke Yu Miaomiao's cautious guy, it's really a bit ignorant of life and death."

Mo Huai watched Su Bujin disappear not far away, and couldn't help but sneer and said.

......

"That's the end of it?"

Yu Miaomiao smiled disdainfully, and the interest she had just mentioned was suddenly gone.

At this moment, Xiao Chuan, who had a timid expression behind Yu Miaomiao, suddenly said hesitantly: "It seems to be ...... Not quite right. ”

Well?

"The door."

The voice vibrated like a flood bell and a big lu, and a golden word "door" appeared out of thin air, turning into a solemn and majestic golden gate, the golden gate opened, and Su Bujin's cherry blossom white-robed figure calmly walked out of it.

Unscathed.

"Didn't hurt you....... That's what makes it interesting. ”

Yu Miaomiao first raised her eyebrows, and then the corners of her mouth were slightly outlined.

"Arrows."

The word "arrow" flashing with bright golden light spit out from Su Bujin's mouth, turning into a rain of arrows in the sky, covering the sky, whistling towards Yu Miaomiao, looking at the posture is to shoot Yu Miaomiao into a sieve.

"Ghost Watermark."

Yu Miaomiao's hands were sealed, a dark black seal was pinched out, and the dark water flowed, turning into a thin curtain of water, blocking Yu Miaomiao's body.

The rain of golden arrows struck, and at the moment of contact with the water curtain, all the sharp arrows were broken one after another, as if they were shot on the iron plate, which was a very funny scene, and tens of millions of sharp arrows could not break through a thin layer of water curtain.

The water that the Great Kun clan has mastered is called Mingshui.

Legend has it that Zu Kun was born in the primeval Black Sea - the North Styx Sea, the sea water of the North Styx Sea is the water, it is said that a small drop of water is better than 10,000 catties of iron, once the creature accidentally falls into the North Styx Sea, it is equivalent to no salvation.

Water is the softest thing.

And the water has reached the extreme of softness and has become the most rigid thing.

At the end of the light is darkness.

The scorching end point is the cold.

And the ultimate in softness is rigidity.

Yu Miaomiao's face was indifferent, and she said to Su Bujin: "What other tricks are there, hurry up and use them, otherwise there will really be no chance for a while, don't leave any regrets before you die." ”

Su Bujin ignored it as if he hadn't heard it, his slender white hands began to become scorching red, and the golden-red seal appeared on his hands, and the eight rounds of scorching sun rose, Su Bujin was bathed in the dazzling sunlight, like a fire god descending into the world.

"Golden Yang Seal!"

This is Su Bujin's first ancient spell, and it is also the most proficient and handy spell that Su Bujin has used, and Su Bujin, who has broken through the Supreme, has upgraded this spell to the point of an eighth-level spell.

Eight rounds of scorching sun, burning the sky and boiling the sea.