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After groping for a few moments, the big withered hand grabbed the coffin board, shook it hard, and the coffin board several inches thick flew out, embedded in the cliff, and only a shallow corner was exposed. A tall and thin figure sat up slowly, without a nose and mouth, with long hands and long feet, staggering and crawling out, and the gill-like cracks bloomed under the flank, snorting and panting.

The back of the hand, the shoulder socket, the knee bend, and the chest, there are seven empty positions, and the spirit is wriggling, and it is intact visually. Wei Qiqi's train of thought opened up all of a sudden, treating the physical body as a fetus and smelting a Horcrux, which head came up with such a genius idea?

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-"

The tall and thin strange man raised his head, his chest cracked a hideous mouth, he looked up to the sky and roared, three pairs of slender eyes opened one by one, his divine light was like electricity, staring at Wei Qiqi, slowly stiffening his back, lowering his thin body, and his hands clenched into fists against the ground.

Wei Qiqi's heart was pounding, the unprecedented oppression forced him to breathe, trembling rose from the tail vertebrae, climbed up to the back of his head along the backbone, and a flower suddenly appeared in front of him, he had lost the trace of the other party, and a strong force hit from the side, and the five-colored divine light was like clay paper paste, and suddenly broke a hole, and the five fingers opened and pressed towards his head.

The phantom collapsed on the spot, and Wei Qiqi appeared three zhang away, his face changed greatly, the back of his head was rubbed by his fingertips, the skin was open, and it was hot and painful. At the last moment, he used the "ghost shadow step" to avoid in time, the five-color divine light failed to block the opponent's blow, and the vajra magic body was not used, if it was half a beat slower, he was afraid that the skull hole would open, and he would die with a whimper.

At this moment, he had never been so close to death!

The tall and thin strange man fell to the ground and gasped again, as if the blow had exhausted the remaining strength and could not continue. Wei Qiqi didn't dare to hold it up, so he shook left and right, far away.

Some things are obvious.

The bronze coffin is the cage of the heavenly demon to suppress the strong enemy, after the battle of the Tongtian Array, Kunlun has never entered the ghost gate abyss, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and avoid future troubles, although there is the fall of the ancestor, the great enemy has not been destroyed, and it is still necessary to preserve the strength of the consideration, and the more critical reason is that I am afraid that the demon clan is desperate to open the seven bronze coffins.

The powerful enemy of the Heavenly Demon comes from the Upper Realm.

The Nine-Headed Bird Fire Qilin of the Fighting Emperor Jiang was unwilling to be lonely, causing the disaster of killing, and there was only one old mantle left in the Ghost Gate Yuan, which was old and confused, completely ignoring the mercy of Wei Seventeen's subordinates, and desperately released the tall and thin stranger, obviously with the intention of burning the jade.

The strange man had to get out, just when he was weak, it was safe for Edgeworth to escape, but if he was rejuvenated by him, how strong would he be, in case he killed the ghost gate abyss, the disaster of Red Star City was coming, and there would be no peace.

What's more, of the seven bronze coffins, only one escaped, taking advantage of his illness, asking for his life, missing this opportunity, regretting it in the future, and regretting it too late.

Fortunately, the other party has been suppressed by the bronze coffin for tens of thousands of years, and he is weak, and there is still an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Wei Seventeen sacrificed the mountains and rivers to lock the vitality, striking each other from afar, a black light was as fast as a spark, and the fish swallowed the Tibetan Snow Sword Pill and pecked at the back of the opponent's head. The tall and thin strange man seemed to remember something, ho ho roared, all seven voids lit up, and the spirits appeared one by one, tossing and jumping, vivid, a shriveled arm full, muscles bulging, shiny like jade, full of vitality and vitality.

With a single swing of his hand, he flapped the lock away like a disturbing fly. The fate is connected, Wei Seventeen's heart is like a heavy blow, wow, a mouthful of blood spurts out, frightened, hurriedly recalled the mountain and river vitality lock, the Zangxue Sword Pill is fortunately fine, but the Yin lock is sluggish, losing the agility of the past.

After a wave, the follow-up was weak, the spirit collapsed into black smoke, and the arm shriveled down again, and the tall and thin strange man could not stand up straight, his knees weakened, and he fell to his knees.

Wei Qiqi took out the five-colored divine light sickle from the sword bag, poured the demon yuan, took half a step forward with his left leg, bent down, shouted, and threw the flying sickle with all his might, a colorful peacock suddenly appeared, stretched its wings, shuttled through the void, the tall and thin strange man barely crossed his arms, blocking his chest, and the pointed beak of the colorful peacock pecked at his arm, stalemate for a moment, and he couldn't move an inch.

The moment the flying sickle left his hand, Wei Qiqi had already pinched the Hidden Snow Sword, and waved out a wisp of ink, and the talisman continued to emerge, converging into a spring, a stream, a river, a lake, and a sea in the void.

On the occasion of life and death, try your best to squeeze the remaining life, squeeze out the last drop of power, the seven voids lit up again, and the place where the sharp beak pecked, there was a ring of hexagonal red light, and the colorful peacock forced back inch by inch, screaming, turning into a five-color divine light sickle, flying back upside down.

At this moment, the talismans were connected together, shining brightly, and roaring like a tide, engulfing the ghost gate abyss in an instant, dragging the tall and thin strange man into the sword domain.

A flower in front of him, in a trance, the tall and thin strange man raised his eyes and looked around, but saw a gray heaven and earth, extending from the foot to the end of the field of vision, the stars and moon were lightless, the earth was as hard as stone, and countless slender silver rays crisscrossed and intertwined, closing from all directions, cutting the void into pieces.

There was nowhere to escape, but to resist, the tall and thin strange man roared, holding his head in his hands and shrunk into a ball, letting the silver light cut his body, "Zheng Zheng Zheng" sound endlessly, but unscathed.

However, in the sword domain, Wei XVII judged all the laws, the silver mangs were endless, more and more, after a stick of incense, the tall and thin strange man was finally worn out of oil, his right hand trembled, the empty position on the back of his hand was torn apart, and a winged tiger fled the way, but he couldn't escape the shackles of the sword domain, and with a "bang", it collapsed into wisps of black smoke.

Exhausting all his strength, bit by bit to consume the power of the soul, one by one the spirits were annihilated in turn, when the last void in the chest collapsed, a golden-eyed fierce ape beat his chest and jumped out, unable to avoid the fate of annihilation, Wei XVII was also approaching the limit, the viscous blood flowed down from the seven orifices, and the whole body was like a dry river**, the wound penetrated deep into the viscera, and the white bones were cracked, all supported by a mouthful of anger in the chest.

In the sword domain, the heavens and the earth finally began to collapse, and the tall and thin strange man struggled to straighten up, half of his chest split, opened his hideous mouth, and let out a final roar, and his body gradually turned into flying ashes, and disappeared with the wind.

Wei Qiqi fell down on his back to the sky, lying in a pool of blood, not wanting to move. Won, win, lucky, but in danger, now is not the time to relax, he staggered up, hehe chuckled, laughter became louder and louder, hysterical, through the clouds and cracked silk, echoing in every corner of the ghost abyss.

This is the clarion call of the victors, the song of the survivors.

The line of life and death, using all means, embarrassed, all this is worth it. The back of the hand, the shoulder socket, the knee bend, the chest, the seven empty positions, the winged tiger, the greedy wolf, the black crying bird, the golden-eyed ape, the four spirits, the secrets of the powerful enemy outside the sky, finally unveiled a corner and revealed in front of you.