As soon as the local movement happened, Zhou Chengcheng knew that something was wrong.

Just when Zhou Cheng had just stabilized his figure, he was about to urgently step forward to add a few more suppression charms to the bronze coffin, try to delay some time, and arrange a suppression circle in the tomb in advance just in case to increase his chances of victory. With the copper hall as the center, the stone yin-yang fish on the ground of the tomb has already broken inch by inch like a spider's web.

The speed was so fast that Zhou Cheng regretted it, and he didn't even have a chance to make amends.

The cracks that were clearly visible, and the cracks that were several inches deep immediately made the aura in the gossip array in the tomb no longer flow smoothly, and what was even more serious was that the only remaining golden threads and charms on the copper coffin also lost the support of the leylines and earth qi at the same time.

The golden threads wrapped around the copper coffin began to break one after another, and the spirit runes that were originally still attached to the surface of the copper coffin also lost their aura one after another, and instead of falling on the ground, they turned into a ball of fire and disappeared in front of Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng was a little dumbfounded, holding the Tianshu Immortal Sword in one hand and the suppression spirit rune in the other, but he didn't know whether to move forward bravely, or if the hero didn't suffer the loss in front of him and immediately turned around and fled.

It's not that Zhou Cheng wants to escape disgracefully, it's not that Zhou Cheng doesn't know the consequences of his escape, and it's not that Zhou Cheng really doesn't want the fairy sword on the copper coffin.

It's that Zhou Cheng really doesn't even have a little grasp now, there was originally a magic circle in the tomb to rely on, but now that even the magic circle has been broken, Zhou Cheng estimated that he touched his humble Taoism...

Well, this is obviously not the opponent of the murderous thing in the bronze coffin!

Zhou Chengke did not have the great feelings of martyrdom for the Tao, let alone the great feelings of his master, brothers and sisters. Zhou Cheng's cultivation is just for immortality, if he hangs here at a young age, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Knowing that he can't do it, he is not a hero but a fool.

At least that's what Zhou Cheng thinks in his three views...

It was Zhou Cheng's own fault that he miscalculated the enemy's strength. But since you know that you are wrong, you naturally have to change it when you know it, why don't you wait until you have finished your cultivation and then do it? Or, if you can't make a little more effort, you can quickly go to Kunwu to get the old man back?

At this moment, Zhou Cheng really couldn't pretend. Zhou Cheng, who has not experienced too much suffering, naturally can't ask him how tenacious he is.

It's one thing to say it, it's another thing to do it. There are many impassioned people, and when they are really faced with a life-and-death decision, how many can see death as home?

"That's it, stay in the green mountains, don't worry about running out of firewood!" Zhou Cheng comforted himself, as if he was convincing himself. Then he turned around decisively and prepared to fly away from the entrance of the tomb.

But Zhou Cheng took a step, but found that he couldn't walk.

Zhou Cheng's Tianshu Immortal Sword seemed to have its own consciousness at this moment, not only did it not follow Zhou Cheng, but instead dragged Zhou Cheng closer to the copper coffin little by little in the sound of "Zheng Zheng" sword sound!

Zhou Cheng was sweating at this moment, he found that he had lost control of the fairy sword, not only could he not let the fairy sword stop at this moment, but was dragged into the "abyss" step by step by his own fairy sword.

What's even more troublesome is that Zhou Cheng not only can't control the fairy sword now, but also can't even release the hilt of the fairy sword.

Zhou Cheng was frightened in his heart, and he tried his best to tug of war with his fairy sword.

As the master of the fairy sword, the cultivation is like this, and Zhou Cheng is also regarded as an ancient, and there is no one to come.

Just when Zhou Cheng wanted to cry without tears, the bronze coffin in the tomb suddenly burst into golden light, and the wanton and intense golden light instantly pierced the black curtain of evil qi on the periphery, illuminating the entire tomb.

The evil qi in the tomb was broken by a blow, and the evil qi that was still surging like a tide, and the invincible evil qi quickly melted away like spring snow under the golden light.

The fairy sword on the copper coffin and the fairy sword in Zhou Cheng's hand at the same time glowed with a stronger light than usual, accompanied by a clear sword sound, the fairy sword on the copper coffin shot up, and then suspended directly above the copper coffin motionless.

Zhou Cheng was a little dumbfounded.

Because what Zhou Cheng actually felt from the two immortal swords was not hostility, but a kind of cheer and joy!

"Click, click, click... This is the sound of the copper coffin opening on its own, accompanied by the coffin board moving down little by little, Zhou Cheng knew that his face must be very ugly. If it were possible, Zhou Chengdou would have scolded his fairy sword.

I've really seen a fairy sword, but I've never seen such a pit master's fairy sword!

The time for the bronze coffin to slowly open was not long, but Zhou Cheng felt as if he had been waiting for countless hours. Zhou Cheng already wanted to cry without tears at this time, he couldn't fight, and he couldn't leave. It's like a prisoner awaiting a verdict.

In fact, even if you want to escape, it may be too late by now.

Zhou Cheng thought about what kind of existence could be suppressed by such a large amount of effort.

Thousand-year-old zombies, 10,000-year-old droughts, invincible demons, bloodthirsty monsters, or terrible ghosts that kill living beings...

But when the bronze coffin was opened, the first thing Zhou Cheng saw was not the dark and gloomy aura, or the angry wind. It's a white mist.

This kind of light, Zhou Cheng is too familiar.

This kind of light is clearly the aura emitted by the rich aura!

Zhou Cheng was so surprised that he stayed there for a while, and his mind suddenly became a mess.

Is it the gods or monsters who are suppressed?

However, Zhou Cheng's surprise obviously won't last long, as the white aura in the copper coffin becomes more and more abundant, a crisp and pleasant moan sounded like a heavenly sound, followed by a pair of jade bone ice muscles, silky arms stretched out from the coffin lid that was already half-opened, as if the person inside was a beautiful spring sleep and woke up late to stretch a lazy waist.

Don't blame Zhou Cheng for thinking so, in fact, that delicate moan and that pair of shocking glances, like a natural jade arm, can already overshadow ninety-nine percent of the beauties in the world.

At this time, Zhou Cheng actually had a feeling of expectation, just like a wonderful book that he couldn't stop just reading the beginning, and since he saw the beginning, he couldn't help but want to see the end.

Time passed little by little, and the existence in the bronze coffin still didn't make Zhou Cheng wait long. With the white aura, a woman in a red palace dress stood quietly in the air three feet away from the bronze coffin.

At this moment, Zhou Cheng felt that the whole world was eclipsed by the glory of this woman. Don't blame Zhou Cheng for being at a loss when he saw the goddess in his dreams like a panicked first brother.

It's really the woman in Zhou Cheng's eyes who doesn't know what beautiful words to use to describe it.

This is the real beauty of the picturesque, the country and the city.

Zhou Cheng was stunned, and stood there motionless, like a sculpture.

The woman in the palace costume stood in mid-air, stretched out her hand, and the fairy sword that was originally suspended on the copper coffin immediately flew into the woman's hand like a milk swallow throwing into the forest. The woman is dressed in a palace costume and holds a fairy sword. fluttering, heroic and refreshing, like a fairy in the sky.

The woman slowly turned her head and looked around with interest, before locking her gaze on Zhou Cheng.

Then the woman laughed. This smile makes the flowers lose their color, and the sun and the moon also compete for their brilliance.

"Tianshu, you are my little junior brother!" The woman moved lightly, stepping on the void as if strolling in a leisurely garden, and walked in front of the stunned Zhou Cheng and smiled softly.

"Come, let Senior Sister take a good look!" The woman covered her lips and smiled lightly, and stretched out a beautiful thrilling little hand to Zhou Cheng's face.