Chapter 296 Is Coming

When the inky coffin is exposed to the sun...

After all, the coffin stopped, suspended in place, as if hesitating for something.

Maybe it's because of staying in the dark depths for a long time.

Suddenly coming to the outside world, some are not quite used to it.

Suspended for a moment, there was a heavy sigh in the coffin.

...

Peaceful little building.

Si Wuya is closing his eyes and resting.

After Ye Zhixing read Feishu, he bowed and said, "Sect Master, the five rats are dead, and the corpses are placed at the foot of Jinting Mountain."

Si Wuya looked very calm and asked, "Who killed it?"

"A woman with white clothes and white hair... I don't know any other information."

at this time.

Si Wuya opened his eyes and said, "Sixth Senior Sister..."

Ye Zhixing heard the words and said in shock, "Is it the work of Mr. Six from Motian Pavilion?"

Si Wuya smiled slightly and said, "Check her location, I want to meet her."

"Yes."

Ye Zhixing continued, "I have one more thing to report."

"speak."

"After the turmoil in Shangyuan City, Shendu sent troops to pacify the chaos, and the former defender of the city, General Shang, died. The leader Yu was very happy when he found out about this. A month ago, he led the Nether Sect to attack Zhengyi. He lost to Zhengyi. The door advocates that Yuanshan is missing. Now, Zhengyi's site has been included in the Nether Sect." Ye Zhixing said.

Si Wuya heard the words and sighed: "Senior brother is always too impatient... There is no need for this. According to my original assumption, Zhang Yuanshan can't escape."

"Master Yu doesn't care about Zhang Yuanshan's life or death." Ye Zhixing said.

"Cut the grass to get rid of the roots... The elder brother's work is not thorough enough."

"The leader is wise."

Ye Zhixing finished flattering and did not leave.

Si Wuya wondered, "What else is there?"

"Master,

You support the sect master so much, in case Mr. Er is angry..."

"Second Senior Brother, I will explain it myself, don't worry."

Ye Zhixing nodded and said again: "The Nether Sect is becoming more and more powerful now... The subordinates are worried, and they are worried that your power will shake the master."

Since ancient times, there has been no good end to the masters of high power.

Si Wuya is now playing this role.

He unconditionally and even spared no effort to secretly help the Nether Sect, so that the Nether Sect has its current power.

Even though Sect Leader Yu promised generous conditions, Si Wuya refused all of them.

The relationship between them is indeed a brother-in-law, and the friendship is much better than the general relationship. The problem is... Yu Zhenghai has the ambition to conquer the world. How can such a person help the world if he doesn't have a little bit of imperial ingenuity?

Si Wuya turned to look at Ye Zhixing and said, "Zhixing, what do you think is the meaning of the existence of practitioners?"

Ye Zhixing was slightly startled.

I didn't expect the leader to suddenly ask such a question. To speak esoteric, very esoteric, to answer in a pretentious manner, it is not sincere; to answer casually, it seems superficial.

"You and I can speak freely." Si Wuya said.

"Sect Master, this subordinate thinks that when people step into the cultivation realm, the purpose is to increase their strength. The amount of strength they have, the greater their appetite." Ye Zhixing said.

Si Wuya nodded, sat down slowly, and asked:

"You're right. When there's a chance later... I'll tell you something else."

"Follow the teacher's teachings."

...

a day later.

At the foot of Jinting Mountain.

Under the orders of Hua Wudao, the female cultivators of Motian Pavilion patrolled everywhere.

Nourishing.

zizi——

The female practitioners were attracted by the sound from the barrier and looked up.

As far as the eye can see, there are obvious fluctuations in the blue barrier.

This made them uneasy.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng, hanging on the branches, looked into the distance.

"Senior pavilion master retreating and practicing, is it possible that he intends to absorb the remaining barrier power?" Zhou Jifeng said.

"It's hard to say..."

"Hey, if that's the case, I hope the power of the barrier can last a little longer."

Pan Zhong looked at Zhou Jifeng and said, "Do you regret it?"

"Never regret it." Zhou Jifeng replied.

Pan Zhong looked at the female cultivators not far away, his eyes fell on Zhou Jifeng again, and said, "If you were to die, would you?"

"Brother Pan, you're so funny, you can tell me..." Zhou Jifeng rolled his eyes again and again.

While the two were chatting—

"what is that?"

bass!

The female cultivators in Motian Pavilion all drew out their long swords and looked at the black spots in the distance as if they were facing a great enemy.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng looked over at the same time.

In the sky in the distance, a black dot slowly flew over.

As it got closer, the black dots gradually turned into black squares.

When I got closer, I could see clearly that it was a black cuboid... that is: a coffin!

Zhou Jifeng's eyes widened: "Brother Pan, I'm so big, this is the first time I've seen someone rushing like this... Have you ever seen one?"

Pan Zhong also straightened his eyes, swallowed and said, "No... I haven't seen it before."

"How did he get on the road? Is there a hole dug under the coffin?" Zhou Jifeng gradually calmed down, but his brows furrowed.

Pan Zhong was still the same: "You ask me... Who am I to ask?"

The female nuns retreated one after another, and they retreated to the entrance of Jinting Mountain, lining up in three rows.

Zhou Jifeng jumped down, came to the crowd, turned his head and said, "You, go back and report to the elders."

"Yes."

Pan Zhong also jumped down at this time and stood side by side with Zhou Jifeng.

The coffin lowered its height and swept in from a low altitude.

The surroundings of the coffin seemed to be enveloped by a special qi.

There was a strange black air all around.

During the flight, it drifted back with the wind... It looked like a black tail, which looked extremely terrifying.

call----

The coffin speeded up, like a gust of wind, and came to the crowd.

Then... stop, levitate.

Everyone didn't dare to come out, and they stared at the coffin with wide eyes.

They had never seen such an appearance in their lives.

Now that I see it, I am both nervous and scared.

Perhaps it is human nature to have awe for things like coffins, so when they saw this coffin, they seemed at a loss and didn't know what to do.

The atmosphere was depressing.

I don't know how long it took before the coffin made a hoarse sound——

"Golden Court Mountain."

The coffin moved slightly.

Zhou Jifeng held back his nervousness and cupped his hands: "Please, may I ask, Ge, Your Excellency... That is, Senior Gong...?"

"You're nervous." The voice in the coffin was low and playful.

"This……"

Can he not be nervous?

Gong Yuandu sighed and said, "After so many years, I still don't have the right to let Brother Ji come down to meet him in person... ashamed, ashamed."

"..." Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong showed embarrassment.

"Let's lead the way..." Gong Yuandu said.

"Senior Gong... The pavilion master is not feeling well, can you come back another day?" Pan Da said boldly.

"Um?"

The coffin floats upwards.

higher than the heads of the people.

The fluctuation of vitality around the coffin is also much stronger than before.

A dull laugh rang out.

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