Cuckoo!
Caw!
Like animals communicating, the little brother and the dumpling in the coffin kept chirping.
Usually, a little brother would call him twice.
The rice dumpling in the coffin stopped for a long time before it finally let out a cry.
The last sound was loud.
Caw!
The young man quickly turned his head and waved at everyone.
"Kowtow!"
Before anyone could react, Wu San Ye, this experienced martial artist, immediately knelt on the ground.
He instantly kicked the legs of the two waiters beside him and then pulled Wu Xie back.
It was almost a second.
All of them knelt on the ground.
Black fog spread.
Only Chen Xuan was standing straight.
"Chen brat! What are you still doing there? Hurry up and kowtow!"
Wu San Ye's voice was a little hurried.
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, now is not the time to be stubborn.”
"Brother Xiao Chen, everyone's lives are in your hands. Don't be so impulsive.”
Chen Xuan held his saber and shook his head.
"I am a macheteman. If I kneel, my saber will break.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The black fog in the coffin became extremely violent.
Amidst everyone's exclamations.
It formed a huge black blade that floated above Chen Xuan's head.
Immediately after.
A large purple hand reached out of the coffin and raised it into the sky. A huge black blade appeared in that hand and was held tightly.
Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes widened.
This dumpling had already exceeded the scope of what ordinary people could know.
According to the specifications and age of this tomb, it was at least a thousand years old.
Those old demons from a thousand years ago were definitely not easy to deal with.
A cold chill swept across Chen Xuan's face, but the corners of his mouth strangely revealed a smile.
When fighting against experts, even blood would burn.
Chen Xuan exerted strength in his legs and jumped down from the cauldron.
Under everyone's shocked gazes, he headed straight for the coffin.
"Take this!"
"Thirty-six Phoenix of Worry!"
Chen Xuan exerted strength with one hand, a bloodthirsty smile on his face as he swung his saber rapidly in a breath's time.
Shua!
The saber Qi that was swung out in the air formed a saber array that looked like a whirlpool.
The target was the coffin.
"So strong!"
The stuffy oil bottle standing at the front could feel the saber print that Chen Xuan waved out.
He was extremely shocked.
The whirlwind blade qi directly overturned the black blade condensed from black qi.
Boom!
He crashed into a sturdy coffin.
The black fog dispersed.
The purple hand had already returned to the coffin.
The coffin lid that had been sent flying by the palm landed on the coffin with a dull sound.
However, the black gas coming out of the stone coffin did not dissipate. Instead, it became thicker and more strange.
The entire stone coffin was shaking violently, constantly making rumbling sounds.
The dense knife marks on the coffin were the power of Chen Xuan's attack just now.
The thing in the coffin let out a strange roar.
Obviously, Chen Xuan did not kneel down to him, but attacked him instead. This had completely infuriated him.
"Is the thing inside angry?”
Pan Zi was still kneeling on the ground. Seeing the movement of the stone coffin, he immediately said uncalmly.
"If the thing inside comes out completely, will we die?”Da Kui said in a panic.
Although they had fought with Third Master many times, they had never encountered such an existence.
Facing such a strange and powerful existence, it was inevitable that they would panic and lack confidence.
"Brother Chen, I think you should kneel down and kowtow to the thing inside.”
Wu Xie looked at Chen Xuan and tried to persuade him.
"He's just a thousand-year-old dumpling. Is he worthy of me kneeling to him?”
Chen Xuan was not afraid at all. He looked at the stone coffin that was surging with black qi and said coldly.
"If he dares to come out, I'll kill him!”
With Sauron's inheritance, Chen Xuan was not afraid of these ghosts and dumplings.
If they really fought, they could just kill him with one slash.
If one slash didn't work, then two slashes would do.
If two slashes didn't work, then three slashes would do.
To Chen Xuan, dealing with all kinds of demons and ghosts was a simple matter.
There was no such thing as cowardice in his dictionary.
If the old man in the coffin dared to come out, Chen Xuan would definitely make him regret it.
Boom!
The lid of the coffin was sent flying by a gust of black gas. It rolled several times before falling to the ground with a loud bang.
With this, the stone coffin was completely opened.
The black gas inside immediately surged out and instantly filled half of the tomb.
The old dumpling in the coffin stood up straight.
He was wearing a black ancient costume and was surrounded by a strange black aura.
Even his face was filled with black qi, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
Moreover, his exposed skin was purple in color and looked very strange.
As for his limbs, they were extremely shriveled, like dead wood, devoid of any moisture.
Seeing the old dumpling in this state, Wu Sansheng and the others felt their scalps go numb.
Facing such an old monster, they really had no confidence at all.
At this moment, Muffled Oil Bottle had already stood up from the ground. The black-gold ancient saber had already been unsheathed and was held in his hand, ready for battle.
Even if the old dumpling in the coffin was his ancestor, under such circumstances, he had no choice but to make a move.
Coo, coo ~
The old dumpling's throat kept moving, making hurried sounds.
His eyes that were flashing with red light looked at the stuffy oil bottle and then at Chen Xuan.
He had been angered by Chen Xuan and obviously did not intend to let Chen Xuan off.
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