Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Seventh Master Trick

They didn't know why Gong Yuandu laughed.

Zhou Jifeng decisively ordered: "Retreat."

Everyone stepped back and retreated into the barrier.

Pan Zhong looked up at the power of the barrier.

Worried in my heart.

The power of the barrier is unimaginably weak... Can you withstand a strong man like Gong Yuandu?

Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong knew that they couldn't stop such a master, so they made this last resort and retreated to the barrier.

However,

The coffin crossed the barrier and entered the interior of Jinting Mountain as if it had entered no man's land.

The barrier is fine...and there are no fluctuations.

"This……"

They can't understand.

The coffin continued to hover above the heads of everyone, staring at them as if they had a pair of eyes.

Pan Zhong saw the lines under the coffin.

Surprised: "Array pattern?"

This is no ordinary coffin.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to spend years in the Sword Ruins without being eroded and corrupted?

The surface of the coffin is very smooth, and the lines are all below.

Gong Yuandu's hoarse voice sounded: "The future generations are terrifying..."

"Gong, senior...you, you'd better come another day..." Zhou Jifeng pulled out his long sword and made a fighting appearance.

"Divine Court? Hehe...hehe..."

The laughter showed that Gong Yuan didn't even take him seriously.

After all, he is a kendo genius in the northern capital.

call!

The coffin dives down!

At the same time, everyone sacrificed their vitality, and the astral energy was lingering.

boom!

The black coffin instantly defeated everyone's qi.

Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong and the female practitioners staggered back at the same time.

Vulnerable.

It does not need more strength to show, it is enough to prove that Gong Yuandu in this coffin has the lowest cultivation level of Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm.

The Court of God is the Court of God after all.

Even a hundred divine courts could not equal one primordial spirit.

However, the coffin did not die.

After defeating the Gang Qi, the coffin was suspended behind the crowd and said in a low voice, "Lead the way."

It is at this time-

A female cultivator on the mountain swept down and said loudly: "Elder Hua has an order, let the old senior go up the mountain."

...

Motian Pavilion, in front of the main hall.

Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Hua Wudao stood in front, Duanmusheng and Xiaoyuaner were on the left and right. The others are all listed behind.

The coffin was suspended in front of everyone.

confront each other.

When they really saw the coffin with their own eyes, Leng Luo and Pan Litian glanced at each other and shook their heads secretly.

Worlds, full of wonders.

Although they are all experienced seniors, it is the first time they have seen such an anecdote.

Hehe, a coffin is looking for trouble... do you really believe it?

It was silent for a long time.

In the coffin, he said, "Where is Brother Ji?"

Leng Luo replied: "The pavilion master is retreating."

He is also very calm.

After all, they are all old foxes who have lived for a while, and they both know what the other is thinking. At this time, it is meaningless to play that kind of ignorant attention, it is better to be honest.

"Retreat?" Gong Yuandu's voice was low and puzzled.

"Since the return of Jianxu, the pavilion master has been in retreat. Don't you believe it?" Pan Litian said.

The coffin moved from side to side.

Around the coffin, there are obvious fluctuations in vitality.

rippling all around...

Immediately afterwards, those vitality disappeared.

One end of the coffin, towards the middle of Leng Luo and Pan Litian, stagnates and suspends.

"Who are you?"

This question is two people.

Leng Luo didn't hide it and said, "Leng Luo."

Pan Litian said: "Old man..." He wanted to say that his name was Pan Litian, but he stopped suddenly, remembered the various things of Jingming Dao, and changed his words, "Old man is a beggar, not worth mentioning."

Gong Yuandu said:

"Leng Luo, after all, it should be a master on the black list three hundred years ago... As for you, hehe, when did Brother Ji become so benevolent that even beggars would be taken in?"

"The pavilion master's house is kind-hearted, and the old man voluntarily stayed."

"Fun, interesting..."

It was the first time Gong Yuandu heard that someone would praise Ji Tiandao in front of him.

This is rare in the world.

I'm used to listening to the scolding, I'm tired of hearing the denunciation, and suddenly someone praises it, which is really not used to it.

"Gong Yuandu... If you have to challenge the pavilion master, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Leng Luo said.

Everyone looked at Leng Luo.

He did have the qualification to call Gong Yuandu by his name.

Including Pan Litian next to him.

"Um?"

"I have entered the Demon Heaven Pavilion." Leng Luo's words were astonishing.

Gong Yuan was silent.

Although he was hiding in the coffin, he could clearly feel that he was thinking about something.

After a while, Gong Yuandu's voice slowly emerged from the coffin: "Leng Luo, you don't need to scare me anymore if you are injured. As for the old beggar, although your aura is weak, you are a person who has been tempered... Unfortunately, with your current cultivation, it is impossible to defeat me."

This statement came out.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian looked at each other again.

Others were surprised.

Arguably.

Master tricks, good at hiding his cultivation base breath.

How did Gong Yuan do it?

Leng Luo recalled the fluctuation of vitality surging from the bottom of the coffin just now... and said, "You have some means."

"Award."

"Gong Yuandu, the genius of kendo in Northern Capital, is already nine hundred years old... If you were all right, why would you come with a coffin?" Leng Luo said.

This conversation is down.

Both sides fell silent.

Gong Yuan came with a coffin, and the purpose was obvious, that is, to prepare for death.

If he is really at his peak, how can he be afraid of death?

Ha ha.

Hehehe.

There was laughter again in the coffin—

"I have only two regrets in my life..."

"One, the problem of failing to break the life limit."

"Second, I failed to defeat Brother Ji."

"Unfortunately, I don't have much time. If I can satisfy my regrets, I will die and rest my eyes."

Leng Luo said: "If you want to win the pavilion... then you have to pass me first."

"And the old ones."

"And I."

"And I."

Duanmusheng and Xiaoyuaner spoke together.

Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng, and the female practitioners pulled out their long swords together.

This battle is not small.

Gong Yuandu said with emotion:

"A new generation replaces the old... well, very good..."

After speaking, a strange black gas appeared around the coffin.

This is not a signal to attack.

Instead, the symbols carved around the coffin slowly faded away.

Gong Yuandu seems to be actively weakening his power.

People looked suspicious.

Which one is this singing?

The coffin also slowly fell to the ground at this time.

When Leng Luo saw this, it was basically determined that Gong Yuandu's cultivation had dropped seriously.

Said: "With your current cultivation base, I am afraid that even Elder Hua's Six Harmony Road Seal cannot be broken. How can you fight against the pavilion master?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the coffin.

The cultivation base has dropped so much, and running over, isn't that a death sentence?

It was a false alarm.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Wudao handed over: "The younger generation is not talented, Yunzong Hua Wudao."

After the coffin fell to the ground, it suddenly stood up.

boom!

The bottom of the coffin faces the crowd.

The texture at the bottom subsides again.

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