With Zhang Qinghe's inheritance, this square became even quieter, and the talisman array handbook fell into his hands, still so penetrating to the touch.

There are only one large and one small coffins left in the field, as well as Zhang Qing and himself standing, the surroundings are very empty, but they don't look cold, but for thousands of years, countless people have come and gone in this area, and there is another person's footprint.

The cast-iron coffin seemed to have been placed for countless years, but it was still firmly locked, and the chain of order bound it layer by layer, suppressing the coffin where the immortal god was buried, no matter how faint terrifying whispers and terrifying breath came from inside, it couldn't turn up too much wind and waves.

On the contrary, it is a chain of gods, absorbing the power of the immortals inside, providing a steady stream of strength to Zhen'an's Star God Array.

That power seemed to be equal to a certain avenue in the middle of the heavens, flowing endlessly, and compared with the mundane and the melancholy, it was like the sand of the Ganges, so small that I could not imagine its whole picture.

"Prince Yin's handwriting reads...... Half-immortal god. ”

Zhang Qinghe had roughly flipped through a few pages before, just to find important information, but the words in it made him remember it vividly.

"Half is already like this, that one ......"

Zhang Qinghe didn't want to think about it, even though he had been in contact with a lot of projections and dharma related to the sky, he still didn't want to accept the feeling of powerlessness that seemed to be desperate.

But this monster is now firmly sealed in a cast-iron coffin, which makes Zhang Qinghe's Dao heart, which has always been a little unstable, suddenly steady-

Li Chengtian clearly told him that these immortals are not unable to be pulled off the platform, you see, this is not just a mountain to punish the temple, but also in turn to keep this unknown half-headed immortal god as a pig, which is much stronger than blasphemy and other actions!

Zhang Qinghe approached the cast iron coffin, he had seen it before, this kind of dark cast iron could isolate those Dao and reason or chaotic aura that were polluted by immortals, and Zhang Leyao's ring was used for this.

On the black and heavy coffin cover of the giant coffin, someone carved an inexplicable word with a cloud seal-

"To survive Zhongtian, it is better to kill the immortals!"

"Survive in the sky...... It's better to cut the immortal god ......," Zhang Qinghe read silently.

This is not Rhee's handwriting, and it is not known who wrote it.

The information on the coffin only stopped there, if you wanted to hear more, you had to ask about the contents of the coffin, he silently placed his hand within three feet of the cast-iron coffin, and the ghost thing inside went crazy as expected, the strange roar in the coffin and the impact sound that was enough to make the ground tremble was heard in a straight way.

"Zhou-Jin !!"

"Li - Cheng - Tian !!"

The distorted words came with a strange chanting sound, Zhang Qinghe shook his head, through so many layers of coffins and chains, it was drizzling!

"Zhou Jin......" Zhang Qinghe pondered.

There are countless people named Zhou Jin in Zhongtian, but if you want to face Prince Yin for the first year, you have to have a good reputation, I'm afraid there is only that one-

Emperor Shenxia, Lord of Tiance Mansion, Zhou Jin!!

"Isn't that Zhou Huai'an's father? Prince Yin also has something to do with him?!

That Zhou Jin is also from the Heavenly Palace?!

Zhang Qinghe had a bit of a myocardial infarction, and he also remembered that Li Shaobai had mentioned before that the evil cultivators of the Heavenly Palace were mostly active in Shenxia, and it was only in recent years that he went to Xiantang to stir up the wind and rain.

"This half-statue looks like it was brought down by Zhou Jin and Li Chengtian together......"

Zhang Qinghe silently wrote down this information, and didn't dare to touch the things in the coffin.

What kind of joke is Zhongtian, he just verbally expressed his disdain before, let alone three feet, if it wasn't for the purpose of finding out, he wouldn't be close to this thing within ten feet.

If it weren't for the fact that the square was so big, I'm afraid it would be a bit too much.

"But ......"

Zhang Qinghe turned his head to look at the one-man tall bronze coffin not far away, bound with fragments of dark iron chains, and silent, feeling the faint chaos and disorder inside, revealing a thoughtful look.

What he wanted to explore most was the thing left behind by Wu De Xingjun, who seemed to be played by Zhang Buqi. The mask of the sword-wielding spirit officer before was clearly aimed at him, proving that the martial arts could indeed guess the future heavenly opportunity......

Or, he simply completely arranged the road ahead, Zhang Qinghe just followed his way, every step was exactly the same, and he walked in full swing.

If that were the case, then he would be very burdened.

After all, when he was in his hometown, he was just a member of the ordinary beings, and it was already a habit to be pushed by life.

However, in Zhongtian, he was just struggling to survive, and he didn't even see a shadow of life.

So he felt that he not only needed to know, but also dug deeper-

What is the purpose of these people, and where am I being pushed by them?

And this bronze coffin, which is locked by layers of dark iron chains, always gives him a sense of familiarity, as if he has seen this thick and strange coffin somewhere at some time and place.

Zhang Qinghe stepped forward silently, this time he was closer and closer to the huge coffin made of cast iron.

This bronze coffin has gone through hundreds of years, and compared to the bronze coffin that Zhang Qinghe saw in the illusion that was held by Wu Dexingjun steadily, there was a little more dust, and the dark iron chain that was firmly trapped and locked and engraved with the sermon became dim and scattered......

Wait, dim and scattered......

Zhang Qinghe's heart suddenly palpitated, the iron sword was in his hand, and his figure was graceful and quickly withdrawn......

What the hell, can anyone tell me why when I looked closely, the dark iron chains of the coffin seemed to have been cut by some blade, and the incisions were extremely neat, and because it was not significant, he almost didn't notice it at first?!

Wait a minute...... I'm in Zhen'an now, Zhen'an is now Li Huizhi's boss, my second, not to mention the secret realm where this array is located, what am I afraid of......

Zhang Qinghe subconsciously glanced inwardly at the star universe around his soul......

He mustered up his courage, the iron sword in his right hand, and the only three blue-tier detonation charms in his left hand approached, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"If there is something in the coffin, or it can still be tossed, the thing there feels my Dao fetal physique, and it would have been as crazy as its neighbor's brother, so what do you say...... I knew it was safe!"

Zhang Qinghe calmly speculated - he was also an old afterthought.

He unequivocally clenched the detonation charm, and used his iron sword to break the severed chains of the dark iron, carefully priing the bronze coffin open......

"People light candles, ghosts blow out lamps, let's touch the gold ...... for a while today"

Although he said witty words, Zhang Qinghe's eyes silently stared at the slowly opening bronze coffin, not daring to relax at all.

As the lid of the coffin slowly slides down...... The shattered torso in the coffin and the blood-stained white clothes met his eyes, from the bottom to the top, waiting for Zhang Qinghe to see the person's vaguely recognizable face-

"It can't !!"