As soon as these words came out, the four-sided void centered on the green lotus suddenly bloomed countless lotus flowers, and the blue and white flowers were innumerable.

Feng Qingyang sneered, since the hole cards were exposed, he simply turned upside down, and his scheming turned sharply, pinching the seal with one hand, and countless law duel exercises were played, and injected into the blue lotus.

His eyes flashed coldly, it had been a long time since he had been so crazy, the flashing red light, let everyone look at it, almost a feeling of annihilation, at this moment, he pinched the law in his hand, and when his fingertips gradually condensed a lotus flower, he hurriedly shouted: "Flowers bloom!"

The flowers bloomed in an instant, and they were ...... The green mangs covered the sky and the sun, almost turning this into his absolute prison, and even more in its four directions, there were four flower pillars rising to the sky.

It is about 100 zhang high, and the thick tendons are like the body of a dragon, winding and spiraling into the air, and a huge flower bone appears at the top, and under the bloom in an instant, lotus powder fills all directions.

Feng Qingyang did not pause, but frantically operated his mana, and his mind fell into an extraordinarily ethereal spirit at this moment, his eyes stared at the nearest flower pillar in front of him, and he drank again: "Flower fall!"

Standing in all directions, countless blue lotus petals suddenly descended from the top, accompanied by the pollen that filled the void, like a crystal clear little starlight, everywhere it passed, it was all absolutely fragrant, and the feeling of being shocked at a glance really made people's scalp numb.

This Qinglian was not an attack supernatural power, but a kind of defensive supernatural power that Feng Qingyang gradually comprehended after a long period of recuperation, and at this moment he pointed forward with both hands, and the petals that immediately fell suddenly stopped.

Just like the dragon scale armor, although it is a cyan world, it still can't stop the sharpness and crystalline in it, the wind is clear and the face does not change color, and after watching the light curtain gradually derive, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this battle, you must not be defeated, defeat will die, and the winner will live!" The wind muttered, and there was an inexhaustible madness in his tone, you must know that the other four people are together, but they are quasi-saint-level cultivators.

It is obviously unwise to resist it, although he is strong, but he has never looked above the top, and he does not know that the sky is high and the earth is thick to touch the stone with an egg, isn't this self-destruction?

There was only one thing he wanted to do, and that was to delay—delay until the Xuanhuang Sword completely opened the ancient coffin, and that was when he was victorious, no matter what he would face after that, but at least—he was still alive.

Outside the cyan flower, the four old men had hideous faces, seeing the light of the ancient coffin, the anxiety in their hearts arose, and they were ordered to guard the ancient coffin here, so as not to disturb the coffin of the person in the tomb from the outside world.

Ten thousand years have passed, and even countless thousands of years, they have even forgotten the world, even if the outside world has passed through the Middle Ages, and even at the end of the ancient period, they have been motionless to guard this place.

It seems impermanent, but in fact, the long-term guards have long worn out their minds, and they are not real beings, but have voluntarily turned into tomb spirits in this ancient tomb.

If the ancient coffin is broken, then they will soon dissipate with heaven and earth, life and death, nature can not choose, either the wind is clear and dead, or they die, if you really want to make a choice, that is, no matter what means are used, you must also destroy the wind and clear the wind.

The original tortoiseshell old man, his brows furrowed deeply, glanced at the few people beside him, and said, "Cang Ling, have you ever thought about the consequences of him breaking the ancient coffin?"

Several people nodded at the same time, but shook their heads, at this moment, everyone's eyes were a little confused, they couldn't say what they felt, countless years of guarding, they sat here, although they lived, but it was like falling, that kind of loneliness and loneliness, even if they had great strength, so what? still can't fill the emptiness in their hearts.

"We can't die, no one can die. After a moment of silence, seeing that a few people did not speak, the old man of the tortoise shell flashed a murderous intent in his eyes, and said: "If this person is not removed, the Taihao Immortal Hall will definitely be broken, although he has seized the tortoise shell, and he has to give him the remaining things according to the master's wishes, but in fact we have done this, but he is still not satisfied to continue to move forward, so ...... The rest of the choice is also ourselves, I don't want to die, then he has to die!"

As he spoke, he flipped his palm and offered a silver needle from it, about three feet long, with thin hair, which could be cut off by watching its wind blow, but in fact, the power of this silver needle was far more than that, surpassing the supreme existence of the supreme dao weapon, and it was worth the money to kill Feng Qingyang.

Silently glanced ahead, and finally stretched out his hand and pushed forward, the sharp sound was piercing, cutting through the sky, colliding on the absolute defense of Qinglian, and the kind of destructive power that could shatter everything suddenly echoed in the entire tomb, and even swept away the void, appearing in the outside world.

The speed of this silver needle is a few pieces, such as destroying the withering and decaying, although Qinglian is strong, but it can't withstand this small, the mana of the wind is immeasurable, it seems to be turbulent, but when facing this silver needle, it seems to be a little powerless.

The speed of the flight was so fast that even if the wind cleared the eyes of the sky, it could not catch the traces of the silver needle, and it seemed that it was not flying in a straight line, but around his body, intending to find an opportunity to give him a fatal blow.

The sound of banging came, every sound, it represented that the silver needle broke through the defense of a lotus leaf, and under the continuous, there was a life and death crisis across the heart, shrouding the wind and blowing the whole body, he knew the cultivation of these people together, and he knew the gap between himself and them, and even he knew that even if he resisted desperately, it might not be to avail.

When the silver needle shuttled among the lotus leaves, the old man of the tortoiseshell pinched the seal with both hands, pressed it lightly against the void, and said, "The sky is broken!"

As soon as these words came out, in an instant, the silver needle transformed, from one life to two, from two to three, in the heaven and earth, in addition to the absolute pure cyan, there was actually a white chain.

What's more, in the word "broken sky" before, those silver needles that turned into white chains began to change from the shape of the chain, and finally turned into undulating waves, like a white meridian, shuttling through the entire Qinglian's defense, the funny thing is that although this is the absolute heaven and earth controlled by Feng Qingyang, but the white chain in it, he is powerless against it.

Boom!

Suddenly, the white chain launched the first wave of impact, and the loud noise was earth-shattering, and each reverberation made Feng Qingyang's body tremble, and under the impact of this white chain, it simply broke a gap in the defense of the inner layer, and directly approached Feng Qingyang.

He shook his body, stepped forward slightly, pinched the mark with one hand, and his teeth turned white.