After a while, Feng Xiaojun woke up slowly, although he was already unconscious just now, he still heard Wu Zhantian's concern and complaints.

He then smiled lightly: "If it were you, would you have escaped at the critical moment of the decisive battle? In that case, where is the dignity of our martial arts monks? Moreover, after experiencing that last blow, my comprehension of martial arts has deepened, and I fainted after falling into the ice cave of the snow mountain, not because of serious injuries directly, but at that juncture, I seemed to have comprehended something important, but I couldn't extract it clearly in a short time, so I fainted." ”

Wu Zhantian suddenly realized, nodded and said: "What you said is very reasonable, if I am in your position, I will definitely not escape, and I will fight until the last moment." But then again, I was able to stop in time at the last moment and spare your life, and in general, you have to thank me for saving your life, right?"

Just when everyone watching the battle thought that Feng Xiaojun would disdain this, next, Feng Xiaojun was not as arrogant as usual, but said very seriously: "Thank you Brother Wu for your mercy, thank you for your kindness, and when I try to fight again in the future, I can also surround your life." ”

Wu Zhantian smiled heartily, patted Feng Xiaojun's shoulder, and made him cough because of the injury, he said: "You are really confident, then I will give you this opportunity, when you feel that you have made great progress, you can come to Tianhalberd Peak to challenge me, and wait for you at any time." ”

At the beginning, these two led the decisive battle due to their inconsistent views on martial arts, but in the process of fighting, they found that their opponents were very difficult for each other, and it was even more difficult than finding a confidant. The fundamental reason for the change of attitude between them is the sympathy between heroes.

Feng Xiaojun no longer looked down on the martial arts of the Shaking Light Martial Emperor, but sincerely felt admiration, and then he began to meditate and breathe to heal his wounds.

The three masters who were watching the battle from a distance also rushed to the scene. When the other demons and undead warriors saw that the decisive battle was over, they didn't dare to stay longer, and quickly dispersed.

After Lin Feng came over, he always felt an ominous aura, but he couldn't say why. He glanced at the masters beside him, and they didn't have any surprised expressions.

"Don't you masters think there's something unusual here?" Lin Feng reminded.

"At first, I thought it was normal. But listening to your reminder, I do feel that this place is even colder. According to common sense, the ice and snow cold of the Great Snow Mountain would not make such a cultivator like me feel cold to the bone!" the black-robed man muttered.

Then, everyone followed the source of this cold breath to find it, and found a vermilion coffin in a corner on the top of the snow-capped mountain, which was particularly eye-catching on the snow-capped mountaintop.

"The material of this vermilion coffin is very ordinary, and it is very common that it does not decay in the snow-capped mountains. After all, it is so cold and snowy, and it can finally be preserved. But what Poor Dao was puzzled about was that in the ancient battlefield of the Nine Nether Realm, the demons and undead warriors didn't need coffins at all, and once they died, they would die. Even if there were occasional human monks who entered the ancient battlefield of the Nine Nether Realms, they hadn't heard of anyone caring about the coffin, they were just retreating and cultivating. Daoist Xuanji analyzed.

"It's not a problem, as long as we lift the lid of the coffin, won't we be able to see who is inside?" Lin Feng had been training in the cultivation world outside. I'm used to seeing these things, so I don't care about them.

The others couldn't help but look at each other. They all felt that it was not good to do this, and after hesitating for a while, Feng Xiaojun suddenly smiled and said: "We have so many masters here, even if there are extremely powerful demons in this coffin, we can handle it, so there is no need to worry too much about this matter." Watch me lift the lid of the coffin with a sword breath of the wind. ”

Under the attention of his teammates, Feng Xiaojun's left hand condensed a sharp light green sword, which was thrown with a roaring wind.

However, this wind sword qi that looked quite extraordinary hit the vermilion coffin, but there was no movement. On the lid of the coffin, there was not even a crack, but the sword qi of the wind was dissipated.

"No, the sword qi I emitted has always been extremely powerful, why did you encounter such a situation today? Why don't you try it too. Feng Xiaojun frowned.

Wu Zhantian couldn't believe what he saw, he stepped forward, took out the Heavenly Thunder Claw, put it on the edge of the coffin lid, and shook it vigorously, but the result was only to make the vermilion coffin shake slightly twice.

"It can be seen that this scarlet coffin is not so ordinary, according to the old man's idea, why don't we shoot together, it should be fine. Daoist Xuanji said solemnly.

Everyone felt that there was no objection, so they all walked over, ran most of the gangqi, each took out his weapon, and then pried it on the lid of the coffin, and after half a pillar of incense, the coffin lid was finally lifted.

Lin Feng said in his heart: "There are not a few strange coffins I have seen in the past, such as the crystal coffin I saw in the underground demon cave in Guiyuan Valley, there is no need to open it so hard, the owner of the coffin will come to trouble the monks instead, and I don't know what kind of powerful coffin I will encounter today." ”

Next, there were no extremely powerful demons that everyone expected from the vermilion coffin, only the four weapons of swords, guns, swords, and halberds were quietly placed in the coffin.

Everyone else was still in a state of doubt, but Wu Zhantian suddenly cried bitterly and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"No, Brother Martial Arts, why do you suddenly want to bow down to these few shabby weapons?" Feng Xiaojun asked with a frown.

Wu Zhantian was extremely sad, and he didn't rush to answer him, the black-robed man seemed to think of something, and said in a deep voice: "Could it be that these are the relics of the Sage?"

"Dare to ask what is the relics of the Sage?" Lin Feng asked loudly.

"I mean, the four weapons of swords, guns, swords, halberds in this vermilion coffin are actually weapons left behind by the ancient powerful Emperor Shake Light. The black-robed man stared at Lin Feng and said.

Daoist Xuanji and Feng Xiaojun were stunned, and Wu Zhantian finally spoke: "Yes, Brother Black-robed is right, these four weapons are indeed weapons that were often used by the master back then, but I didn't expect to be buried in the coffin on the top of this snow-capped mountain.

Although Wu Zhantian is a martial idiot, his literary style is really good, and it is extremely rare for a cultivator in the cultivation world to be able to say such elegant words casually.

He was particularly sad when he thought of his master shaking the Martial Emperor, so he walked over and stretched out his hand to brush away the dust on the swords, guns, swords, and halberds in the coffin.

"Woo~", a loud roar of demon beasts seemed to come from the ancient wilderness, and suddenly a huge Pixiu phantom appeared from these four weapons.

This demon beast phantom attacked quickly, and he should have been able to dodge at the speed of Wu Zhantian, but he didn't realize it, and he was still slowly brushing away the dust on the weapon.

In the next moment, Wu Zhantian was bombarded to the heart by this Pixiu demon beast, flew out upside down in the distance, and smashed on the opposite peak, instantly smashing the entire mountain peak to pieces. And Wu Zhantian stood up and spat blood, but he didn't care, just stared at the vermilion coffin, and muttered: "I didn't expect that I had been guarding the ancient battlefield of the Nine Nether Realm for so long, and I didn't know that the original master's weapon was buried here, what a shame!"

The phantom of the ancient demon beast Pixiu didn't question him at all, and continued to roar and attack, Wu Zhantian still didn't resist, just stood there, probably because he felt that he had made a big mistake, so he was willing to be punished.

Lin Feng couldn't stand it anymore, and frowned: "He didn't do anything wrong at all, in these long years, he has always been guarding the Heavenly Halberd Peak, which shows that his intentions are very sincere." The lid of the coffin was lifted by the five of us just now, and everyone is at fault, so let's go and help. ”

"This is very true, Wu Zhantian was stunned, we have to understand. Feng Xiaojun hurried over.

Then the four masters fought fiercely against the phantom of the ancient fierce beast Pixiu, and finally dispersed it after half an hour.

Wu Zhantian stood in the wind and snow, crying while looking into the distance, as if he had fallen into deep memories.

"Hey, this guy is really inexplicable, we don't have to wake him up, otherwise it will probably cause bad consequences. As for the four weapons in the vermilion coffin, we can't take them in vain. "The black robe is humane.

Lin Feng, Feng Xiaojun, and Daoist Xuanji all agreed, after all, they were all in awe of the Shaking Light Martial Emperor, and they were also in such a mood for the relics of the Sage.

They had no other way but to stand on the top of the snowy mountain and wait quietly.

After a while, Wu Zhantian woke up from that peculiar state, he walked to the vermilion coffin, kowtowed a few times, and said very sincerely: "Master, please forgive the disciple's negligence. ”

He was in a state of flux, so he didn't say much, and after a while, the dust on the four weapons in the coffin suddenly flew up without wind, so that the weapons changed from the initial dilapidated state to a brilliant and extraordinary divine weapon.

Lin Feng carefully looked at this sword, spear and halberd, although each one was slightly inferior to the Wind Immortal Sword, but in general, it was also close to the quality of the Immortal Treasure, and they were all extremely good weapons.

Suddenly, on the vermilion coffin, a phantom of a tall warrior was condensed out of thin air, this person was wearing a golden armor and white robe, and his momentum was awe-inspiring, but it didn't look like his cultivation was very powerful, and the phantom was also very faint.

"This phantom must have emerged from those four weapons. Lin Feng saw some clues.

"Master, it turns out that you still have a remnant of your soul! Wu Zhantian was pleasantly surprised when he saw this phantom and bowed to it.

Daoist Xuanji told the others with a soul transmission, "This is indeed not an illusory image of ordinary mind condensation, but a remnant soul formed by the ancient powers. As long as enough years of cultivation are given, sooner or later, this phantom will regain the strength of the original Shake Light Martial Emperor!"

Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart: "It seems that the law that I once got is not wrong, the ancient powerhouses will not be so easily annihilated in the long river of time, they always have a way to return to this vast land." Once they all appear, it's time for the storm to rise. (To be continued......)