I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

A sour voice sounded, and the lid of the bronze coffin was slowly opened.

Several other black people, ignoring the strange dangers around them, knelt down and bowed to the bronze coffin, even their arms were cut by the space crack.

"The true person Xuansheng, this seems to be a strong man in Xilu, but he feels like a dead person in his breath."

Yao Zun frowned and said, he could feel that the "people" in the bronze coffin were even stronger than the Devil King.

This surprised him very much. The Westlanders persuaded him to take refuge before and showed some power, but there has never been such a strong one.

Now it seems, no wonder the Xilu people have the confidence to help solve the problem of the Great Abyss, but Yao Zun is surprised that why the Xilu people have so many powers that can control the fairyland?

He had just felt the power of those black people very clearly.

"You retreat."

The Demon Venerable opened his mouth to make those demon races who saw the movement come back one after another. This is not a battlefield they can intervene, or even a battlefield they can intervene.

The coffin lid has been completely opened, and Zhang Xuansheng's God-destroying Cannon can't be refined so quickly, and she doesn't know if God-Death Cannon is good for such a strong person.

After all, his good materials have already been used, and the quality of the newly refined Deshen Cannon is not as good as that of Andis. Even if it absorbs the spirit stones at the same maximum, it is difficult to exert the power of destroying the world as before.

The lid of the bronze coffin was completely slid open, and a figure slowly sat up, surrounded by a strong death.

Zhang Xuansheng looked intently and saw that he was a middle-aged man. The man had obvious Western characteristics. He was a white man. His hair might have been golden before, but now it looks like a pile of withered grass.

The dark green eyes of the person in the coffin were looking straight at Zhang Xuansheng.

But what nobody expected was that the person in the coffin actually performed an oriental etiquette towards Zhang Xuansheng, and then said:

"Honorable Son of Destiny, please forgive me for my offense. Our soul mound has no intention to be your enemy."

Both Zhang Xuansheng and Yao Zun were a little confused, and they had been in such a big battle for a long time. In the end, they actually admitted it?

Zhang Xuansheng originally thought of relying on the show operation he had thought of before, so he leaned forward to pick up the opponent's attack, and tried it with one hand.

As a result, it now seems that the other party knows him well, and that trick is not likely to work.

"You are not my enemy, you indiscriminately kill the innocent, play with the souls of the dead, you are the enemy of all the creatures in this world!"

Zhang Xuansheng spoke, his attitude couldn't be more obvious.

The person in the coffin changed his face when he heard the words, and saw that Zhang Xuansheng didn't want to let them go.

If he followed his previous behavior style, he should have slapped to death the person who said such things in front of him.

But he had heard some news from the seventh spirit that this Zhang Xuansheng was the true son of destiny, and the blessing that heaven could give him was beyond their imagination, and he absolutely could not provoke him.

As long as their soul mounds wait until the world is wide open, the task will be completed, there is no need to provoke an existence like Zhang Xuansheng.

The face of the person in the coffin was uncertain, and finally said: "I am the twelfth-order dark magister, although I can't help you, but if we want to leave, you can't help us."

As he said, the people in the coffin waved their hands, and a purple-black magic circle appeared underneath. The mysterious law protected several black people and helped them avoid the attacks of various spatial cracks.

Then he looked at Zhang Xuansheng, meaning that you can't do anything with me. Although I can't offend you, you can't keep me.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xuansheng's mind at this moment was not in this regard, but was shocked by the words and actions of the people in the coffin.

What the hell, magister?

Is the one below the magic circle just now?

What's the situation, Eastern cultivation, Western magic?

Smell!

But why is it that those who practice magic are not affected by the severance of heaven and earth?And it seems that it is easy to break through. After all, the black people who carried the coffin seemed to have the power of a fairyland. If you changed it to the person in the coffin, it should be the tenth level.

Zhang Xuansheng felt that whether it was to study the mysteries of magic or to eradicate the evil force of Soul Mound, he couldn't let him go today.

The two incarnations that Zhang Xuansheng hadn't used for a long time appeared, Hongmeng Taoist body holding the Zixiao Excalibur, and Lei Yanjin's skill supporting the gold body tower.

Suddenly, the momentum climbed to the apex, like a descending fairy god, coming to punish the devil.

The demon sovereign on the side also had to gradually retreat. He felt that the real person Xuansheng might be doing a big deal, and that he would be in the way here, so he consciously ran away, and then turned on the Link Communication's video mode...

Zhang Xuansheng urged the Hongmeng Dao body with all his strength, his figure became obscured from the sky, and the Zixiao Divine Sword was like a mountain, splitting from the sky, as if to split the world!

The few black people below looked at this sword that was like destroying the world, and couldn't help feeling a little bit cold. They didn't expect this young man to directly use his own strength to be so strong.

According to the truth, it shouldn't break through the top of good fortune, how can it be possible to exert such power?

If converted into their cultivation system, they simply have the strength close to the peak of Tier 11!

But thinking about it this way, they didn't worry anymore. Even if the Ninth Soul Spirit hadn't fully awakened, he still had the strength of the twelfth tier at this time, and it would be no problem to block this young man.

Sure enough, the ninth spirit shot, a huge purple-black magic circle appeared on top of their heads, and mysterious runes on it were constantly circulating, and a spell was chanted in his mouth.

"Squeeze and mumble...Lance ratio black...Raum..."

The purple and black magical energy soared into the sky, turning into something like slime tentacles, entangled with the Zixiao Divine Sword, that sword of the sky, it was difficult to fall again.

Zhang Xuansheng watched the man in the coffin open a magic circle and chanted something, blocking his attack, frowning.

Through the manipulation of the Hongmeng Dao Body, he could perceive that after his own Purple Cloud Divine Sword was entangled by those black slime tentacles, it seemed to be plunged into a sea of ​​mud.

The language used by the opponent to chant the spell is not understood by himself, and may be a proprietary language within the opponent's magic system.

Although I didn't understand, I looked at the expressions of those black people who were enthusiastic and worshipped, and attentively studying.Based on Zhang Xuansheng's many years of experience, it is not difficult to guess that the people in the coffin not only used a high-level magic, but also used a superb technique.

Of course those black people were extremely excited, serving this ninth soul lord and carrying the coffin for so many years, it was the first time to see him out of the coffin.

It was the first time I saw him make a move. I didn't expect Master Ninth Soul to use the twelfth-order superposition magic as soon as he made a move, and he still delayed singing!