King of the last days

"Crazy woman, what are you doing!"

Jiang Yuan rose to the ground, he saw that Yao Yao began to physically bleeding himself again, and the location of the bleeding was on the lid of the coffin.

Huyao cast a cold look, as if you would try another curse.

Jiang Yuan thought for a while and didn't say much, but quietly watched Yao Yao continue to operate.

The bloodletting continued, as if it was not her own blood that was being put on by Yao Yao, little by little, the coffin lid was drawn with a pattern similar to the black hole previously drawn.

"It can actually shake my control!" Jiang Yuan was shocked, because he felt from the holy coffin that Yao Yao was robbing him of control of the holy coffin step by step.

"Then make you wish!"

Jiang Yuan simply let go of his control over the Holy Coffin, and with the hand of Death to control the mark of the dead, even if Yao Yao took control of the Holy Coffin, as long as he wanted, he could completely regain control.

Sure enough, when Jiang Yuan released his control, the blood flowed out of Huyao accelerated the layout. In just three minutes, a blood pattern painted with the sun and the moon appeared on the lid of the coffin, but at this moment, Huyao's mouth was pouting. A faint smile.

"Have you succeeded?" Jiang Yuan asked knowingly.

Hunyao pursed her thin lips, trying not to express her inner joy. She stepped back and said, "Hey, do you think your way of grabbing people is right or wrong!"

"What grabbing things, this holy coffin is obviously mine!" Jiang Yuan did not give in.

Xiaoyao grinds her teeth secretly, but continues: "Then I will give you a chance to admit your mistakes, do you want to admit it?"

"What do you mean, you don't want to see the holy coffin!" Jiang Yuan was about to grab the holy coffin.

"The last chance, are you sure you don't cherish it?" Huang Yao also put a hand on the holy coffin.

"Neurotic!" Jiang Yuan was about to collect the Holy Coffin.

"Okay, this time I won't sell you to the black kiln, I won't be called Huyao!" Huyao patted the lid of the coffin with one hand, and the pattern on the lid of the coffin burst into light instantly, "Human, you will do it for you It’s arrogant to pay!"

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Yuan showed nervousness.

"Forgot to tell you, I happened to know the offspring of the owner of the Holy Coffin, and I just happened to have a part of his offspring's blood!" Haiyao smiled extremely confidently, she couldn't wait to see how this human race dropped her jaw.

"and then?"

Jiang Yuan was very plain, and he didn't panic as she imagined.

"Then!" Hoyao faced the Holy Coffin for a while before saying: "Then I will get the inheritance of the Invincible Holy Spirit!"

As soon as Hunyao's voice fell, the sun and moon patterns bloomed to the brightest level, and a ray of light swept over Hunyao, and she disappeared, leaving only one sentence outside.

"Human, you will beg me for mercy!"

"beg for mercy!"

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard the words left by Hui Yao. As Hui Yao entered the Holy Coffin, the resistance of the Holy Coffin to him had disappeared, and he could even see Ho Yao lying in the Holy Coffin laughing.

"It's really innocent and cute!" Jiang Yuan sighed with emotion, and then began to urge the hand of death to regain control of the holy coffin. For him with the Holy Blood Spirit Orb, regaining control is only a matter of minutes.

Sure enough, as he had guessed, the control of the Holy Coffin was regained within a minute.

"Xiao Nizi, fight with me, it doesn't matter who the inheritance belongs to!" Jiang Yuan showed a sinister smile. As the saying goes, he can control the barbarians by mastering the barbarians' skills. He doesn't care whose inheritance you are, you can get strong anyway. .

However, just when Jiang Yuan felt that everything was under control, the Holy Coffin suddenly heard something unusual.

"I really didn't expect that the old man's inheritance fell into the hands of the human race!"

"interesting!"

Jiang Yuan heard someone talking in a daze, and he felt that he was a fairly old man.

"Who is it?" Jiang Yuan suddenly thought of the person in the coffin, and he immediately said: "Yao Yao, I know it's you, don't pretend to be a ghost!"

"Haha, the talent is good, but the brain is not very bright!"

The inexplicable voice came into Jiang Yuan's mind again.

"Is it the owner of the Holy Coffin?" Jiang Yuan suddenly thought of a terrible fact. When the Hand of Death included the Mark of the Dead, he reminded him that this is a mark of belonging. Even if he gets it, he cannot get too much of the Mark of the Dead. Other things.

The mark of the dead recorded by Jiang Yuan is no more than one hundred thousand. Naturally, he understands this situation quite well. This kind of situation occurs entirely because the soul represented by the mark of the dead exists in another form, that is, this holy coffin. The owner has other souls.

"Take the inheritance of my Holy Spirit tribe, and still want to shame my daughter of the Holy Spirit tribe, you are quite ambitious!"

The owner of the Holy Coffin spoke again, and his words also proved his identity, the invincible Holy Spirit buried in the Holy Coffin.

"Cao, hell!" Jiang Yuan looked left and right, but he didn't see anyone, and the mark of the dead he controlled was gradually dying.

"But it doesn't matter, the old man had been taken care of by the human race before he sat down, and this cause and effect will be settled today!" The owner of the Holy Coffin had a hint of detachment in his voice.

"The deceased is great, and the ancients don't deceive me! The things of the dead are really not easy to take!" Jiang Yuan's hair was terrified. This is a Holy Spirit who has been infinitely close to God. It is nothing to be stared at by such existence Good thing!

"My dark daylight moon has been misunderstood for most of my life, and who can understand the mystery! It's a good thing to pass it on separately, but it won't be the target of everyone!" The owner of the Holy Coffin said to himself.

Jiang Yuan listened to furry, but still mustered the courage to ask towards the holy coffin: "Senior, what are you trying to say?"

"You can hear me?" The owner of the coffin suddenly said in surprise.

"Don't I hear it?" Jiang Yuan was depressed, dare to feel that this guy was talking to himself, it seemed that there was no malicious intent to himself, so he would not answer if he knew it.

"It's really interesting. My soul has merged with the Holy Coffin. As long as the inheritance continues, I will dissipate. Therefore, no creature can communicate with me!" The owner of the Holy Coffin did not delve into why Jiang Yuan could listen. As far as his words are concerned, being able to be heard is actually a solution to his loneliness for countless years.

"Senior, I really don't want to harm your holy spirit girl, I just want to'borrow' some holy spirit stone from her!" Jiang Yuan didn't dare to say the extortion because he originally intended to deceive the holy spirit stone on Yao Yao. Coming.

"Dust returns to dust, I can't control your business, I just want to pass on my dark daylight moon!" said the owner of the coffin.

"You pass it on to her?" Jiang Yuan was startled. If this Nima Hiyao won the inheritance, she wouldn't come out and chop herself immediately?

"No, you have to throw her out!"

Jiang Yuan didn't dare to hesitate, he directly controlled the holy coffin and wanted to throw Yao Yao out. No one could belong to the Holy Spirit Clan, even if he got it himself, it was not bad!

"Young man, the old man will give you a good luck!"