A bottomless boat came leisurely and floated to the shore, and the remnants of blood and meat scraps on the boat were still unwashed, which made people look at it intimidatingly.

The ferryman was still the man in the black cloak. It's just that now Zhang Baijian already knows that he may be the remnant of the Dark Heaven Emperor's demonic thoughts after the fall.

Look at the boat that is leaning against the shore and no one dares to approach. Feng Hao said: "Let's go! Let's board the ship! With the protection of this cross necklace, all evil will not invade, even if the zombies in the Taiyin Xuanshui and the demonic thoughts of the Dark Heaven Emperor can't help us!"

Zhang Baijian did not hesitate, and followed Feng Hao on the bottomless boat.

His eyes flashed, but he happened to see the Man Thirteen and the others who rushed over, Zhang Baijian thought for a few moments and then said to Feng Hao: "I still have a few friends, and I want to go all the way, I don't know!"

Feng Hao smiled: "Let them come up! There is still some energy in this cross necklace, this time I will simply use it clean at one time!"

Zhang Baijian greeted the thirteen and three people loudly, and the three of them did not hesitate, quickly stepped onto the boat, and stood with Zhang Baijian. And the silver-white cross necklace exudes a white halo, firmly protecting the five people inside.

The penny in his hand, the bottomless boat, floated towards the opposite shore.

In this process, Feng Hao released the maximum energy of the cross-shaped necklace in his hand, shining the entire boat with light.

On the boat, a strange aura strangled over, all of which were dispelled by the protective power of light. And the zombies in the Taiyin Xuanshui River are also far away, constantly using green eyes. Look at the boat. It seems unwilling. But there is nothing to be done.

Syllable!

The plank of the ship lightly hit the dirt and rocks on the opposite bank.

The five people quickly landed on the shore, and at the moment when the five people stood on the shore, a huge wave suddenly appeared on the surface of the river, which was originally as calm as a mirror. A huge head poked out of the river, a rotten, white, and fluffy face, with a vicious expression, looking at Zhang Baijian and the five people. Seems extremely unwilling.

"Giant!"

"This is a zombie formed from the corpse of an ancient giant god!"

"Such a big guy, I'm afraid that just one finger can run us away!" said Man Thirteen with a wry smile. There was a bit of joy and surprise in his eyes.

And Zhang Baijian, Huo Qingxin and Sisi were all taken aback by the conversation between Feng Hao and Man Thirteen, they had all heard of the strength of the giant. Not to mention anything else, those troll guards of the Barbarian Witch Tribe, just a little thin giant blood, are domineering. A true giant is not only a hundred times the size of a normal person, but also a hundred times more powerful than an ordinary powerhouse, and the storage degree of true yuan and gang qi is at least a hundred times more.

It's equivalent to saying. In the same realm, a giant will be at least a hundred times stronger than a normal person.

Such an exchange ratio down. It is self-evident how powerful a giant who becomes a zombie will have.

"Hurry up! I think those overlords, god kings, and a few bald donkeys are just about to arrive! we must get ahead of them and get rid of all the benefits!" Feng Hao urged.

Although the five wanted to move forward quickly, things did not go their way.

The coercion in the air began to become stronger, and the pressure they were under became more and more intense. Feng Hao and Man Thirteen are both witch gods, so it's okay to say a little. Zhang Baijian has two mysterious aura protectors, and he also has resistance to this kind of coercion in momentum. It was Sisi and Huo Qingxin who were embarrassed, and under this fierce pressure of the qi, they were almost unable to move an inch.

In desperation, the Barbarian Thirteen could only admit them to the Wanhe World first. Seeing Sisi enter the world of Wanhe of the Thirteenth Man, Zhang Baijian vaguely issued an instruction to Sisi.

"With such a powerful momentum oppression, could it be that there is really an emperor corpse buried here?" Feng Hao saw that the atmosphere was a little tense, and said in a joking tone.

Now he is probably the only one who still has the strength to joke. Although Zhang Baijian has two mysterious aura protectors, it is not without consumption at all, and the difficult movement at this time is already the limit, and it is extremely difficult to speak.

"Look, there seems to be a big well ahead!" Feng Hao suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed directly in front of the three of them.

When the three of them came to the well, they felt that endless pressure was erupting from the bottom of the well. And wisps of magical breath are also blowing in the face. This aura is similar to the innate aura, but it is more subtle and profound than the innate aura.

"This is the breath of the ancients!" Feng Hao said.

Seeing the same puzzled expressions of Zhang Baijian and Man Thirteen, Feng Hao explained: "The world is like a big water tank, the aura that can be used for cultivation is like a drop of dye. The more extensive the aura spreads, the lower the concentration will be, and the quality will decrease. This is an evolutionary process of the world. Maybe one day, all the aura will spread to any corner of the world. At that time, the quality of the aura was no different from that of the air, and it could maintain the operation of the world, but it could no longer allow people to absorb and cultivate! The aura of the ancients was the aura that had not been diffused in ancient times, that is, the aura that was more concentrated. Even if it's an innate aura, it's just a product of its initial diffusion and dilution!"

Hearing Feng Hao say this, despite the difficulty of acting under the pressure of the powerful momentum, Zhang Baijian and the Barbarian Thirteen still began to absorb these ancient breaths one after another.

The probe looked towards the bottom of the well, and saw that there was a wider world below, with tens of thousands of ancient breaths condensed into a giant dragon flying. Under their flickering light, the entire bottom of the well was full of color, endless brilliance, and it seemed to be particularly misty, and it swept away the eerie and terrifying feeling given before.

Beneath the dragon is a vast blood-black throne, which is carved with all kinds of rare gods and monsters, giving people a quaint and wild feeling. And just above the throne, there is a huge bronze coffin.

The bronze coffin is inscribed with countless words, each of which seems to represent a rule. But all these rules, in the dark, only express one meaning.

"Forbidden!"

Ban forever, imprison all possibilities.

"This bronze coffin full of forbidden rules, you say that there won't really be an emperor god buried in it!" Feng Hao asked.

Zhang Baijian and Man Thirteen both shook their heads.

The infinite momentum. It is from this bronze coffin that emanates. Even this bronze coffin, which is full of forbidden rules, can't bury what's inside. Completely sealed.

What's in it?

Go down into the well. Among the three, except for Feng Hao, who can also slightly mobilize the true yuan, Zhang Baijian and the true yuan of the thirteenth man have almost been sealed. But the power of the divine soul, the divine spirit, and the yang soul can still be used, feeling the oppression, as if this bronze coffin itself is enough to suppress the heavens and oppress the eternals.

Standing on that huge throne, the aura of oppression is strong. But it conflicts with the ban rules on the bronze coffin. Although the three of them did not recover much strength, they had the strength to speak.

Man Thirteen looked at the huge bronze coffin in front of him in shock, and muttered, "I said, if you open it, will you really find that there is a corpse of the emperor god buried inside?"

Feng Hao was even more excited: "If it is really the corpse of the Emperor God, maybe it can be refined into a puppet." Then I'm the only one in the world who has an emperor puppet!"

Man Thirteen and Zhang Baijian both looked at Feng Hao with incredible eyes. This Feng Hao usually looks quite reliable, but he didn't expect the idea to be so crazy. Refining the corpse of the emperor god as a puppet, this is an act to arouse the anger of all the emperor gods, is he not afraid of death and no place to be buried?

As if he noticed the strange eyes of Zhang Baijian and Man Thirteen, Feng Hao said: "What? Can't you think about it? If you really want to refine this emperor corpse into a puppet, even if no one bothers me." I don't have that ability!"

Approaching the bronze coffin step by step, the dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, dragon sparrows and other divine beasts condensed by the ancient aura around them continued to fly. Even though the three of them knew that they were by no means real, they still felt a little frightened.

These dragons and phoenixes are very realistic, and they reveal a strange and mysterious opportunity.

The closer you get to the bronze coffin, the more you can really feel its enormity.

If you are an ordinary person, when you look up, you will only feel that there is a huge bronze mountain towering in front of you, exuding an ancient and desolate atmosphere. Only strong people like Man Thirteen and Feng Hao who have cultivated to the witch god, or people with strange pupil skills like Zhang Baijian, can their eyes be like electricity, piercing through the void, breaking through the void, and vaguely seeing the whole picture of the entire bronze coffin.

This huge bronze coffin no longer exudes an ancient and sad atmosphere all the time, as if carrying the weight of countless years, burying a vast history, and burying a piece of heaven!

What vicissitudes, what years are rushing, what vastness, what vastness. No adjective of width or breadth is sufficient to describe a corner of this bronze coffin.

In front of it, the three of them seemed to feel an absolute forbidden power, which was emanating from it. In the face of the power of this ban, the body seemed to be about to collapse, and the whole body was extremely painful. The bones were wailing and creaking.

There is also the endless terrifying momentum and coercion, which is like a surging tide, sweeping between heaven and earth, making them almost spiritually annihilated.

Could this be that the corpse of the emperor god is about to be resurrected in the bronze coffin?

This is the unanimous question of the three of them, under the pressure of such a world-famous authority, only Zhang Baidao, who has cultivated to the weakest, looks slightly better.

"You can withstand this!It seems that you are indeed amazing!" Feng Hao said with difficulty. Slowly, a small, bronzed, broken bronze bell flew out of his arms, and then hung over the heads of the three of them.

Under the bronze halo emitted by the small bronze bell, the pressure slowly subsided in the quaint bells.

The three of them stood where they were, unable to move any further, and even the broken bronze bell could only hold them, not help them move on.

"It seems that we can only stop here!" Feng Hao said with some frustration.

"After all the hard work, I didn't get any benefits!" Man Thirteen also smiled wryly. It's just that his expression looks a little weird, and it doesn't look like it's a pity.

Zhang Baijian was confused for a moment when he saw it.

"Could it be that what he is looking for has already been found? Isn't the Emperor God Corpse the core of the Great Array?"

At this moment, a young man's voice suddenly came from above his head: "I can't imagine that anyone will come before us! If you get something that doesn't belong to you, hurry up and hand it over, otherwise!"

The eyes of this young man were clearly greedy at the bronze bronze bell above Feng Hao's head. (To be continued.) )