The coffin boy, who didn't know what kind of secret technique he used to renew his broken arm, left Luo Yu City at night and rushed towards the direction of the coffin mountain ridge, his face was indescribably white and terrifying.

"Why is this dead line still there after three days? Who wants to kill me!" The coffin boy stared at the looming black line on his palm, his face hideous.

Since the coffin boy was defeated and retreated from Luo Yu Mountain, he had the idea of revenge, and was ready to return to the Coffin Mountain to seek the help of the ancestors. Who knew that when he inadvertently looked at his palmistry, he found that there was a dead line in his palm that appeared at some point, and the ghost was haunting him.

The dead line is entangled, the seal hall is black, and the death omen above the head is in the sky, which is a certain death.

The practice of witchcraft in the coffin mountain range pays attention to "young and early onset", the later the enlightenment, the more difficult it is to become a material, and there is rarely a saying that the big weapon is a late bloomer. When he was a child, he practiced sinister witchcraft in the mountains full of coffins, and in order to be able to open his mind early, he did not hesitate to smash half of his head, and then led those highly poisonous Gu worms that fed on the carrion of monks to crawl into his skull and parasitize, so as to "open his mind" to practice supernatural powers, and his ruthless heart made others chill.

The coffin boy who is cruel to others and even more ruthless to himself has been practicing all the way since then, and while being favored by his ancestors, he has also gained the ability to stay forever, although he himself is disgusted with this body that will never grow up, but because of this, no one knows that he has actually practiced for more than a hundred years.

With a hundred years of practice and the "early enlightenment" when he was young, he practiced a treacherous supernatural ability that no third person in the coffin mountain range practiced except for the old ancestor.

There were few lights outside Luo Yu City, and it was dark when he saw it, and the coffin boy who had been in a hurry for a long time carefully scanned and confirmed that there was no one with his divine thoughts, and then escaped into the deep mountains and forests to rest for a while.

There is a lake in the forest, the emerald clear lake water shines in the starlight, the coffin boy takes a handful of lake water to wet his face, sits near the lake, wipes his palm on the storage bag, and touches out not the common elixir, but a big white worm with a round and fat body, the big white worm has no eyes, no antennae, no limbs, and no mouthparts, and can't even make a sound, just twisting his body blankly, and then he was caught by the coffin boy, and stuffed it into his mouth, and suddenly the green-yellow juice splashed out, and there was a terrible sound of swallowing white worms biting flesh and blood by the lakeside。

Every time he swallowed a big white worm, the coffin boy's pale face improved slightly, he raised his head and spit out a mouthful of fishy white practice, and when he saw the particularly shining death omen star in the night sky, his pupils couldn't help but shrink fiercely, and he immediately broke off the idea of resting for a while, just stood up, but suddenly turned back!

In the dark forest, hundreds of green armor that almost integrated with the surrounding environment appeared out of thin air like ghosts, and the lake water roared, and hundreds of black floating heavy armor slowly walked out from the bottom of the lake, and the armor of Sen Ran did not reflect the slightest light under the bright moonlight.

There are nearly 1,000 people in the green armor and black armor, and the impermeable formation surrounds the coffin like layers of mountains, and the movements are uniform, only the shaking sound of the armor pieces is heard, and there is no other sound other than that, which is so depressing that people are breathless.

Knowing that he was under siege, the coffin boy looked at the two people led by the blue armor and the black armor, the two of them couldn't see their faces clearly while wearing battle helmets, and he sneered: "If you dare to use a large army to encircle and suppress the famous people in the Coffin Mountain, and you don't dare to show your true face, then it must be the forces that have made enemies with me before, am I right? But with your half-step transformation of the divine realm, is it a fool's dream to want to kill me?"

The burly two men in front of Xiaoying and Yanziying were silent, and took the lead in burying their heads and starting to run, stepping out of the deep pit and waves under their feet, drawing their swords and rushing to kill the "little guy" who was three or four heads shorter than them.

The coffin boy raised his hand and planned to control the lake water as a magical power, but he never thought that the lake water would not move at all, obviously bound by the unknown formation at the bottom of the lake, since he walked out of the bottom of the lake with hundreds of hideous faces of the floating slaughter heavy armor, he even doubted that there would be any unfinished means of these guys hidden at the bottom of the lake.

Lin Changfeng, who was wearing the Fuli armor, was majestic, one step faster than Yan Kun and deceived the coffin boy three zhang in front of him, and his footsteps slid half a zhang horizontally, the Fuli sword in his hand rushed like thunder, and stabbed the coffin boy's head at an extremely tricky angle, the coffin boy stepped up out of thin air with his feet off the ground, and while dodging the sword, he pressed Lin Changfeng's chest with one palm, and the mighty power suddenly erupted, blasting out scorched black marks on the Fuli armor, Lin Changfeng's throat surged with fishy sweetness, and the sword momentum was interrupted and retreated. The coffin boy was surprised, even if he was deficient in the spiritual sea in the dantian, he wouldn't be able to kill even a half-step god realm kid, right?

The coffin boy's body fluttered like a hanged ghost with a white silk neck, and flashed to Lin Changfeng's chest again like a ghost, intending to take advantage of your illness to kill you, Yan Kun finally arrived at this time, and after several widening and heavier Futu sword blades, the coffin boy who was already floating in spiritual power broke the idea of exchanging injuries for injuries again, and spared Lin Changfeng's life.

The Yan Zi Battalion under the command of Yan Kun has always been known for its ferocity on the battlefield, and he himself is a model of escape. The weight of the floating slaughter armor is about 8,000 catties, which is already a terrifying enough weight, but Yan Kun, who has perfected the quenching and horizontal practice method, has been aggravated several times, and the floating slaughter armor on his body has weighed 80,000 catties, and he can step out of the deep pit by just landing on his feet at will.

The heavy Futu heavy armor stopped, Yan Kun's face was not red and his heart was not beating, he didn't take a breath of air, his eyes looked through the gap, pointed at the little man, and then pointed down his thumb to his crotch, and said hideously: "What are you in the realm of transforming into a god like you, who is not a ghost or a ghost? Everyone is a mother and a mother, but you are less than two or three feet old, just your head, you don't have to bend down from under Lao Tzu's crotch." ”

The coffin boy was full of gloom and hatred between his eyebrows, and his murderous intent was violent, and he couldn't bear to be told about his size the most in his life, not to mention being humiliated by an ant who was not a mere half-step god realm by pointing his nose and humiliating him.

Although the coffin boy fell, his eyesight was still there, and he soon saw some clues.

When the heavily armored man collided with him, there were at least seven or eight imperceptible pauses in his feet, this is the superposition of Fang Cunjin's secret technique, just like the technique of accumulating thunder and thunder, it can burst out with unimaginable power after the accumulation is completed, fortunately, he used his instinct to detect that something was wrong before, otherwise he really resisted with his physical body, and this moment alone was enough for him to drink a pot. Moreover, this kind of secret technique that is of the same origin as Fang Cun Thunder God Tong is not something that can be taken out by a small sect.

There are also hundreds of black-armored armor soldiers behind this person who breathe at a long rhythm and have almost the same frequency of qi circulation, which is what makes his heart beat the most.

These fearless armor warriors were faintly distributed in a formation that he couldn't see the subtleties in it, everyone's breathing was synchronized with the qi machine, and the five hundred people were like one person, transferring the "potential" on their bodies to this fierce man, making the half-step god realm ants who were disrespectful to him have the majestic capital to compete with him for a while.

Not far away, the blue-armored man who ate his palm stood up again as if nothing happened, as if the palm full of coffin murderous intent was not on his chest.

The coffin boy saw that the five hundred green armor soldiers were the same as the black armor on the lake, their breathing was in tune with the qi machine, and he looked at the increasingly dazzling death omen above his head.

He knew it was time to fight hard.