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"What is it?"

"Does anyone know?"

"Where did you seem to have seen this weirdness?"

The people on the top of the mountain were talking a lot. Zhou Fan stared at the ghost burial coffin without saying a word. The ghost burial coffin is not a famous and strange thing. It is not surprising that the people on the mountain do not recognize it. explain the mood.

He quickly overturned the speculation that the ghost burial coffin was for him, because if the ghost burial coffin came for him, it should be behind him.

But he hadn't seen a ghost burial coffin for a long time, and the bad luck of the lifeless had not happened for a while, so he wasn't very sure.

If the ghost burial coffin was not for him, it was for the ten black coffins.

When Zhou Fan's mind was turning, the six-hoofed black beast had already dragged the black iron horse sledge and landed on the lid of a black coffin in the middle.

If it wasn't for Zhou Fan's high enough position and strong eyesight, he couldn't see the ghost burial coffin at all.

Compared with the ten black coffins, the ghost burial coffin is too small.

The woman Hui Ying and the two children, Hui Ying, looked towards Pantian Mountain, as if they were looking at Zhou Fan, making Zhou Fan's hair stand on end.

Zhou Fan felt that they should be looking at him, and his heart was faintly vigilant. Even when the ghost burial coffin gave him the golden shadow last time, he always felt a little hairy about the ghost burial coffin of unknown origin.

"Yingjiu said that the ghost burial coffin looks at me who can lie down in the coffin after death..."

"The ghost burial coffin is so far away from me, but they are staring at me again, are they here for me?"

"If so, it's dangerous."

Zhou Fan had a hard time judging the intentions of the ghost burial coffin.

After flying for a certain distance, he found that the ghost burial coffin was not chasing after him as before, and he flew back to the top of Pantian Mountain.

The people on the mountain looked at Zhou Fan in confusion, not knowing what Zhou Fan was doing.

"They didn't come for me, otherwise they should have followed." Zhou Fan made such a judgment as he looked at the motionless ghost burial coffin.

Even so, he didn't dare to relax his vigilance. He didn't know whether the ghost burial coffin was good or bad.

One woman and two children were still staring at Zhou Fan. Other than that, the ghost burial coffin did nothing.

The power of the curse on the black coffin has no effect on the ghost burial coffin, which makes the people on the mountain very surprised. You must know that the closer you get to the black coffin, the stronger the curse.

Zhou Fan was not surprised, the ghost burial coffin has refreshed his understanding of it time and time again.

In the silent gaze, time is also passing quickly.

The openings of the coffin lids of the nine black coffins are getting bigger and bigger, and colorful rays of light overflow from them.

"Be careful, they're coming out soon."

The observers on the mountain shouted nervously, and began to send out messages one after another through messenger devices.

Zhou Fan looked at all this with a slightly condensed expression.

But soon everyone on the mountain was stunned.

One after another colorful coffin shadows crawled out of the openings of the nine coffins, and the number was constantly increasing, from hundreds to thousands, and from thousands to tens of thousands.

The densely packed colorful coffin shadows stood silently on the edge of the coffin lid.

"It's over." Someone on the top of Pantian Mountain whispered in despair.

The nine coffins they originally expected had only nine colorful coffins, but now there are so many colorful coffins that they feel desperate.

Zhou Fan's scalp is also numb. If these colorful coffin shadows have the strength of the Primordial Spirit Realm... you don't need to have the strength of the Primordial Spirit Realm now, as long as half of them escape and grow up and have the strength of the Primordial Spirit Realm, then it will be great. Who can stop them?

Not to mention the despair of the warrior monks on the top of the mountain, Zhou Fan took a deep breath. Someone had already reported the information, and the Academy and the Great Wei Emperor would know about it in a very short time.

I can only hope that Emperor Wei of the Great Wei uses the Mirror to destroy them all before they escape.

Zhou Fan and the others were preparing to fight at any time, but they soon found that the colorful coffin shadows did not leave the black coffin. They turned around and looked at the ghost burial coffin in the center of the black coffin.

The gray shadows of the ghost burial coffin withdrew their gaze towards the top of Pantian Mountain, and swept lightly towards these colorful coffin shadows.

The three shadowy beasts on the mahogany coffin are rapidly growing, turning into giant shadowy beasts with a height of ten feet.

The colorful coffins jumped up like locusts one by one, rushing towards the three black shadow behemoths, fighting together.

The black ripples exploded, and the bodies of the seventeen-colored coffins also burst into colorful flames. The wind swept through, and even the top of Tiantian Mountain was swept in by the wind.

The strong wind blew the clothes of everyone on the mountain screeching.

The energy exploded and annihilated, and the battle between the colorful coffin shadow and the black shadow beast became blurred.

After that, colorful coffin shadows continued to climb out of the coffin and join the battle.

Because many energies are intertwined, Zhou Fan's eyesight can't see the situation clearly, he only vaguely saw the gray shadow woman and the two gray shadow children joining the battle.

The huge black coffin roared again and again, and the white clouds in the sky were blown away~lightnovelpub.net~ no longer exists.

A click sounded. Affected by the distant battle, there were cracks with thick wrists on the top of Pantian Mountain, which was a sign that it was about to collapse.

"Sir." Everyone looked at Zhou Fan in horror.

"You withdraw first." Zhou Fan shouted loudly: "Remember to report the situation, keep our people away from here, and leave them alone."

Everyone agreed in unison, and then ran down the mountain.

The people from Yiluan Si didn't go down for a long time, and Pantian Mountain suddenly cracked, and a huge boulder rolled down.

Zhou Fan didn't worry about the people of Yiluan Division. These landslides could not hurt the warrior monks of Yiluan Division. The reason why the warrior monks of Yiluan Division had to retreat was more because they were worried that the battle ahead would implicate them.

The top of the mountain collapsed, Zhou Fan still grabbed the little sister with one hand, and floated up into the air, looking at the thunderous battle ahead with a solemn expression.

The countless energy fragments scattered in the battle center seemed to devour the entire world, and dark cracks appeared in the air.

This time he understood, the strength of the colorful coffin crawling out of the coffin was at the level of the Primordial Spirit Realm, and some even surpassed the level of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

That is to say, the ghost burial coffin is equivalent to being besieged by tens of thousands of monks in the Primordial Spirit Realm.

His heart trembled faintly, the ghost burial coffin was too strong, it definitely reached the level of unknowable and strange.

It must have a lot to do with the ghost burials that the guides talked about. Legend has it that ghost burials are only for the top powerhouses, and the stronger they are, the stronger they are.

Is it not a ghost burial coffin?

The battle didn't last long. When everything stopped, all kinds of shards of energy dissipated, and the situation inside could be seen clearly.

Ten huge black coffins have been cracked open, turning into pieces of irregular fragments, floating in the air.

The ghost burial coffin is suspended in these fragments, like a small boat in countless reefs.