The rain was pouring and rattling.

It was getting dark quickly.

The city is pitch black, and even the night market has disappeared.

Inside a secluded inn.

Four figures dressed in robes and hats, carrying a large black coffin, suddenly walked out of the back door of the inn, with hurried steps, and walked into the distance.

Behind these four people, they also secretly followed the two of them, one of their bodies turned into rain and mist, and the other turned into green smoke, all of which were sent by Qi Yun to secretly protect them.

In addition, Qi Yun himself had already left the inn and appeared in a tavern not far from the Six Kings' Mansion.

He was in a window position on the second floor, drinking quietly, and the power of his divine sense had already extended out, closely monitoring the pitch-black coffin and the Six Kings' Mansion.

Here, it is only about 100 meters away from the mansion of the six kings.

With his divine sense, the entire Six Kings Mansion, except for a few individual areas, was all under his control.

With such a short distance, he will inevitably be able to control the three magic weapons.

It was a brilliant idea that he had managed to come up with.

With the thoughts of the six kings, I don't believe that I am interested in the corpse of the ancestor of the God Slayer...

Qi Yun continued to sip his wine, thinking about other things while monitoring.

Inside the crystal tower, two more bubbles appeared.

However, the identities of these two people are a little weird...

...

Four puppeteers carried the coffin through the streets and alleys, and in the pouring rain, they quickly appeared in front of an inconspicuous mansion.

The two people who followed secretly saw that the four of them had successfully arrived, and they didn't stay long, so they immediately turned around and disappeared.

Bang! Bang!

A puppeteer stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Squeak!

The door opened, and a middle-aged figure of a guard appeared, carrying a long knife at his waist, his face was cold, and his eyes were scanned at them.

"My lord, my lord asked us to give this thing to His Highness!"

The puppeteer said.

"Bring it in!"

The middle-aged guard said indifferently.

"Yes, sir!"

The puppeteer answered, turned his head and continued to lift the coffin, and walked out towards the mansion.

Throughout the mansion, there was a groan, and many buildings collapsed.

Inside the collapsed building, the stench was billowing and the turbidity was pervasive, gathering together, and as the rain flowed, it was so disgusting and disgusting...

The four puppeteers carried the coffin all the way forward, through several corridors and courtyards, and finally came to the depths of the mansion.

In the depths of this mansion, there seems to be an enchantment effect.

The rain has stopped here.

The whole courtyard is clean, tidy, and full of red lanterns, with a quiet and tranquil atmosphere...

The four puppeteers made their way to the courtyard.

"Put it down!"

The middle-aged guard said in a deep voice.

"Yes, sir!"

The four puppeteers stopped and gently placed the coffin in the courtyard.

The middle-aged guard's eyes narrowed, swept deeply towards the four of them, and sneered: "Puppeteer, your master is really vigilant!"

Burst!

The long knife came out of the body, the power of the gods surged, and in an instant, all four puppets exploded, and the dead could not die again.

"Amitabha!"

The voice of compassionate chanting suddenly sounded, and in the front room, an old monk wearing a black robe with a thin face walked out.

The middle-aged guard turned around and saluted, "I've seen the Holy Buddha!"

A hexagonal silver mirror appeared in the old monk's hand, urging the power of the gods to shine directly towards the coffin in front of him.

Brush!

In an instant, the entire coffin turned transparent, and everything inside was visible.

An ancient corpse lay silently, dressed in a tattered battle suit, with bronze skin, and its white hair scattered and motionless.

In addition to this, there is a small sword the size of a thumb, a small net the size of a palm, a small tower the size of a thumb...

Except for the three things, there is nothing else.

The old monk frowned slightly, and swept lightly.

"Ahem..."

There was a coughing sound in the room, and the old voice sounded, "It seems that we are too worried." ”

The bodies of the six kings trembled and came from the room.

Beside him, followed by a middle-aged scribe, a thin old man in a green robe.

The thin old man's chin was sharp and thin, quite cold, and his voice was hoarse: "I don't know if you have smeared poison on the coffin, let the old man try it!"

Bang!

With a swing of his robe, an invisible force poured out, shaking the lid of the coffin open in an instant.

It's business as usual inside, nothing out of the ordinary.

The thin old man's five fingers poked out, extremely flexible, and controlled the invisible power to pour into the coffin, testing back and forth, and after a while, his brows quickly furrowed.

"No anomalies!"

"Ahem..."

The six kings coughed lightly, their bodies trembled slightly, and they walked step by step with a cane, their tall bodies were about two meters and a day, and they came to the coffin, and looked into the coffin with sunken eyes.

When he saw the old cheeks inside, the six kings smiled and said, "Brother Murong, don't come to be harmless?"

The man in the coffin was a strong man of his time.

However, after the First World War, the other party suffered a heavy blow, sealed his life, and hid for countless years.

And he has enjoyed the glory and wealth of tens of thousands of years, although now he is also about to die, but he still has a way to return to heaven, as long as he succeeds, he should be able to live another life.

This is the different fate of the two.

Looking at the corpse of the deceased at this moment, the six kings were full of emotion and proud in their hearts.

Beside him, the middle-aged scribe, the thin old man, and the black-clothed old monk all stepped forward and looked at the corpse inside the coffin.

The two snow-white eyebrows of the old monk in the black robe gradually wrinkled, and he said: "It is worthy of the existence of the gods who defy the sky back then, even if the body is dead, it seems that there are still not weak fluctuations in the body..."

He stretched out his thin palm and leaned towards the corpse in the coffin, his palm touched it, it was extremely cold, like metal, and the power of the gods surged into it, only to feel that there was still a powerful true qi in his body...

In particular, the blood in the body seems to be flowing slowly...

There are countless powerful particles surging between the blood.

The old monk's face was even more curious, and he said, "Could it be that this is the physical body of a near-god figure?" It is really mysterious, even if he dies, the blood is still flowing!"

This physical body has unimaginable value for all Heavenly Ranks.

As long as they study it well, they may be able to break through the boundaries between humans and gods, break down their own realm barriers, and let their cultivation catch up with the gods.

Since the fall of the gods, it has been too long since there has been a near-god-level powerhouse in this world, all because everyone doesn't know how to go on their own path, and they don't know what the difference between gods and humans is?

But with this corpse, they may be able to imitate this corpse and walk out of a path against the sky.

The old monk's palm is still quietly touching, and the more he touches it, the more strange it becomes.

The thin old man beside him also looked suspicious, stretched out his palm, and tried it with the power of God, and soon frowned, surprised.

At this moment, the eyes of the six kings moved away from the face of this God Slayer Ancestor, and with a smile, they fell on the three small items on his chest.

"What is this?"

He coughed, stretched out his palm, and grabbed at the three small objects.

The thumb-sized crystal sword, the small tower, and the big Luo Tiannet were all quickly caught by the six kings.

His brow furrowed as he glanced at him.

All three things are quaint in shape, without any divine power.

It's like some folk stuff from a roadside stall, and it has no value.

But how could this thing be on the God Slayer Ancestor?

"Who sent the body?"

The Six Kings asked.

"Back to the prince, it's four puppets, they are unconscious, and they have been beheaded by me!"

The middle-aged guard hugged his fists.

"Puppeteers?"

The Six Kings repeated, "Is it a puppeteer?"

His eyes glanced at the three items in his hand again.

These three items look so ordinary, why are they placed on the chest of the God Slayer Ancestor?

It seems simple, but the more it is, the more unreasonable it becomes.

He stretched out his palm and gently landed on the forehead of the God Slayer Ancestor, and the divine power surged out in an instant, surging towards his body.

That's it!

Originally, his eyes were closed, and the god-slayering ancestor who was motionless suddenly opened his eyes, like thunder and lightning, his hands were like claws, and he grabbed the arms of the six kings, violent and terrifying, and his power was extremely great, like a sudden corpse, terrifying.

The six kings stared, almost didn't react, and their entire arms were torn off alive on the spot, and with a pop, blood spilled, and a thin arm was uprooted.

Yes!

The six kings let out a terrible cry, their hair fluttering, and they fell backwards.

The sudden scene made all the people in the courtyard change their faces.

The old monk in the black robe, the thin old man in the green robe, the middle-aged scribe, and the middle-aged guard all stared, roared angrily, and blasted down towards the corpse in the coffin.

At the same time, dark shadows shook in the dark, and more than a dozen terrifying shadows appeared in an instant.

The first two are also heaven-level powerhouses!

Bang!

One by one, the entire wooden coffin was torn apart.

All kinds of terrifying killing techniques hit the body of the God Slayer Ancestor, and it was like a bombardment on a terrifying mountain, and it was difficult to hurt it in the slightest.

And at this moment!

There are six kings, rebirth and change.

The crystal flying sword in his hand suddenly turned into an aurora, with terrifying power, breaking his five fingers in an instant, and striking directly towards his neck.

At the same time, the small net, which was originally only the size of a palm, suddenly expanded rapidly, with rolling thunder light, and in an instant, the body of the six kings was firmly wrapped, like a net fish, wrapped dozens of times, and the thunder crackled, all acting on the six kings.

The thumb-sized Blood Demon Tower suddenly rose into the sky, emitting a dazzling bloody light, running through the night, as if turning into a huge blood-colored hill, and slammed down towards the bodies of the six kings.

Everything is said to be slow, but in fact, the calcium carbide fire, fast to the extreme.

Bang!

The whole courtyard shook violently, and the ground was littered with rubble, shooting everywhere.

The six kings let out a terrible scream, but they didn't react from the beginning to the end, and they were slammed down from the sky by the Blood Demon Tower.

The others looked at each other in horror and their eyes were split.

"Lord Wang!"

They hurriedly split up to bombard the huge blood tower that suddenly appeared.

Outside.

Secluded inn.

The two heaven-level powerhouses of the Destruction Palace, Silver Soul Venerable and Sword Soulless, all changed their faces and suddenly looked out the window.

"It's the blood light, the heavenly court has acted!"

"Let's go!"

Whoosh!

The bodies of the two rushed out in an instant, as fast as possible.

At the same time, in the other surrounding buildings, there were also Destruction Palace powerhouses rushing out, there were dozens, all of them were extremely fast, rushing towards the Six Kings' Mansion.