"Hehe, then you go to die!" The green-haired dry corpse poured another ghost qi into the 10,000-year-old red sandalwood coffin, and at the same time, with a slight wave of his hand, the red sandalwood coffin floated towards the Dragon Yin Patriarch.

Patriarch Long Yin felt a suffocating ghost aura rushing towards him, and at the same time, there were two ghost kings of the same rank on both sides of his side, and he couldn't distinguish his mana to resist the attack of the 10,000-year-old rosewood coffin anyway.

Hahaha, Patriarch Long Yin laughed miserably, since this place is the place where he fell, he must destroy the traitor Ma Daoyuan before he dies, at this time, Patriarch Long Yin rushed to the side of Ma Daoyuan without dodging under the three attacks.

Ma Daoyuan has been watching the battle in a daze since the appearance of Patriarch Huang Yan, but he didn't expect Long Yin, who was already in the Jedi over there, to dare to rush over, just looking for death, Ma Daoyuan smiled and sacrificed a ghostly black banner magic weapon, this is the magic weapon that he has been sacrificing since the Dan period, he has never sacrificed himself as a spy in Longyinmen for so many years, this time let his old friend Long Yin die under his black flag, it is not a grievance against him.

Long Yin and Ma Daoyuan have been old friends for many years, and they have joined forces to attack countless times, so they are still very familiar with Ma Daoyuan's exercises, but they have never seen him have such a mad magic weapon.

That's it, anyway, there are still three attacks behind him, and if he can die under the attack of the four masters, it can be regarded as his life has reached the peak, and he will die without regrets.

The Dragon Yin Patriarch directly sacrificed his Dragon Yin Sword Magic Weapon, and then he was ready to meet death, maybe he still had the opportunity to be reincarnated.

Rumble!

Rumble!!

A series of explosions made the Huangquan Divine Tomb tremble, and the direction of the 10,000-year-old rosewood coffin that originally attacked the ancestor of Long Yin suddenly changed, still following the dragon yin, with a momentum of not killing the dragon yin, and the red-haired dry corpse couple were a little unable to intervene, but since the magic weapon of the 10,000-year-old red sandalwood coffin of the ancestor of Huang Yan had been sacrificed, the dragon yin was certain to die, and they only needed to wait quietly for a few seconds.

However, at this time, the ghost king couple were stunned, but they didn't expect that the corpse-like guy who was shocked dozens of feet away attacked again, what kind of body is this, it is even stronger than their thousand-year-old refining corpse.

At this time, Li Changsheng finally saw clearly the treasure that attacked him, this is an eight-sided coffin, which is one of his goals for entering the Huangquan Divine Tomb this time, but although he didn't think that he could enter here and take the coffin directly, he didn't expect to face the Yuan Infant Ghost Cultivator, and there was also a traitor Yuan Infant Ghost Cultivator, what was this for?

However, Li Changsheng is different from Patriarch Longyin, Patriarch Longyin is now thinking that he has reached the pinnacle of his life and can die without regrets, but Li Changsheng feels that his life has just begun, how can he not die here, as for the idea of reincarnation and reincarnation, he has not thought about it, after all, the ethereal reincarnation cannot be verified, even if he can be reincarnated, the memory of his previous life does not exist at all, so it is no different from his soul.

So Li Changsheng felt that his body could move, and immediately attacked and killed again, just when he saw that strange coffin attacking the Dragon Yin Patriarch, now the Dragon Yin Ancestor is his only helper, and it seems that from here it is necessary to remove the Dragon Yin magic circle, in case the Dragon Yin Ancestor falls, then he will really be alone.

Li Changsheng flew over for only a moment, but this little time was enough for him to see this strange coffin clearly, this was the most beautiful coffin he had never seen in his life, it turned out to be an octahedron, and each side was a fruit pattern with three rows and five rows of fruit rolling, which reminded him of the ancient game console he had played in the past in the world.

Although there is only one side of the fruit machine that fills the streets and alleys, it is similar to these eight sides, all of which are three rows and five rows of fruit patterns rolling, as long as there is a row of fruit patterns with three consistent patterns, it will roll out a lot of game currency like winning the lottery.

Since there is comparability, Li Changsheng naturally has to make good use of this, just now he was violently rebounded by this coffin, he must have failed to grasp the opportunity, and now that he has become an active attack, he naturally has to choose a suitable opportunity.

Just when Li Changsheng raised his iron fist and was about to find an opportunity to smash it, the dozen or so White Tiger Orders on his body actually reacted, this White Tiger Orders were still sharp magic weapons in the realm of the foundation building period, but now against the ghost cultivators of the same level or even the Yuan Infant Stage, they naturally can't take it out anymore to embarrass people, and only their own pair of iron fists can barely deal with them.

But now that those white tigers have made him react, then Li Changsheng doesn't mind taking them out and trying them, anyway, the big deal is that all those chicken rib white tiger orders are scrapped, and there is nothing to feel sorry for.

Li Changsheng's divine sense locked on ten White Tiger Orders at once, and these large and small White Tiger Orders were all collected by the low-level monks of the White Tiger Sect who killed him, but he didn't expect that they could be used now.

These ten white tiger orders were directly sacrificed by Li Changsheng, and they happened to be inserted into the two rows of gaps on one side of the 10,000-year-old rosewood coffin, five white tiger orders were inserted in one row, and ten white tiger orders were inserted on one side.

A magical scene appeared, the coffin that was tumbling with surging ghost qi was immediately fixed there, and its owner, Patriarch Huang Yan, who was the green-haired cadre, had been spitting out green blood, and the scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.

"Impossible, how can you have so many White Tiger Orders on you?" Ma Daoyuan and the Ghost King and his wife were shocked, their Ghost Dao Sect and the White Tiger Sect were only incompatible, it was because their White Tiger Orders could restrain this coffin magic weapon, and the weak alliance composed of several small and medium-sized sects such as the White Tiger Sect and the Royal Beast Sect had also been competing with the Ghost Dao Sect and other big sects.

Huangquan Patriarch screamed wildly, and the entire green-haired corpse began to swell, and finally turned into a terrifying corpse like a big balloon, and with a bang, the green-haired corpse exploded like this, and there were bloody corpse fragments everywhere, and the famous Huangquan Patriarch actually fell completely like this.

The Huangquan Patriarch fell unexpectedly, and the 10,000-year-old rosewood coffin became a little gloomy, and the people around were staring at the coffin with blood-red eyes, and the ghost king couple coveted the coffin, and there was no sadness for the dead father at all.