The Mightiest Little Peasant

In the depths of the North Sea, a coffin is placed in the demon's lair.

This coffin is made of some kind of white jade, with a picture of a flying fairy engraved on it. There is a white mist surrounding it. Between the surges, the mist continues to disperse, forming a shadow of flying fairy, but it is very amazing.

In the coffin, a figure could be seen vaguely, it was the evil demon emperor.

This coffin is named Feixian Coffin. It was found by an evil demon emperor in an immortal tomb. It was originally a container used by ancient immortals to sleep. It has no power. It is not a fairy. It can only be regarded as a different thing. treasure.

However, anyway, it is from the hands of the true fairy, even if it is just a container, it is also extraordinary.

This coffin is extremely hard, as long as it is in the coffin, even the Nine Tribulation Supreme is difficult to break, and this coffin can also extract and refine all the heaven and earth vitality, nourish the souls and spirits of the creatures in the coffin, and the body is the most healing. Jiabao.

At the beginning, it was suppressed by many Daoist masters, and the Emperor Huangxie was seriously injured and dying, leaving only half a breath. It is also because of this fairy coffin that he can survive and restore his cultivation behavior to the Eight Tribulation.

"Huh? What's going on?"

In the coffin, the demon emperor, who was retreating, closed his eyes suddenly.

At this moment, he was uneasy and uneasy, as if something bad happened.

This is not the first time, he has such a hunch.

Over the past three months, there have been four or five times.

For his power of eight robbers, any whim will not be unreasonable, but he can't think of it, where does this bad hunch come from.

"Something is wrong!"

He sat up from the coffin, his expression more dignified.

Instead of receding, this uneasy feeling grew stronger, making his eyelids twitch.

He divinely searched and searched the entire cave house and the waters of the Quartet, without any exception.

This made him more puzzled!

what the hell is it?

"Is it because of the last thing that the identity was exposed?"

The demon murmured, looking worried.

Now that he has not recovered, even a vain Taoist master, plus a junior who has just been promoted to the Eighth Tribulation, are no match. If the identity of the 33-day people is known, those Daoist masters will flock, it will be bad Too.

"This should not be possible. They all thought that the emperor was dead. How could they guess after ten thousand years?"

"Furthermore, even if they guessed it, they would not find it here!"

After thinking for a moment, the demon emperor shook his head, relieved.

His identity, as well as Dongfu, should not be exposed.

But where did this uneasy hunch come from?

He racked his brain and tried to break his scalp, guessing all the possibilities, but he couldn't think of it.

"Maybe it's just a lot of heart. Now it's not in a good state. It's not impossible that the whim is wrong!" In the end, he could only comfort himself like this.

He lay in the coffin and continued to retreat.

This time, no uneasy feeling appeared for seven or eight consecutive days.

Just when he thought it was all right, he changed and regenerated.

"Senior, not good!"

A few days later, the old demon dragon shouted and rushed into the trench.

"That kid...he...he's here again!"

The old magic dragon's face was full of panic.

The damn boy appeared again, and he arrogantly threatened to rip off his skin, draw his muscles, and make a bow, which was really hateful.

"Why is he here again?"

The Emperor Huangxie opened his eyes in the coffin and frowned slightly, but he was a little bored. Last time, he said that this guy appeared in Beihai, but the figure was not found. How come now?

He sat up from the coffin, opened a pair of demon pupils, and leaned towards the sea.

The next moment, his face changed, it was really the kid, and this kid was rushing toward his hiding cave.