The rain was pouring and the sound was rumbling.

It was getting late soon.

The city was pitch black and the night market had disappeared.

In the secluded inn.

Four figures wearing straw raincoats and hats, carrying a large black coffin, suddenly walked out of the back door of the inn, and walked quickly towards the distance.

Behind these four people, they secretly followed the two, one of which turned into rain and fog and the other turned into blue smoke. They were all sent by Qi Yun to secretly protect them.

In addition, Qi Yun himself had already left the inn and appeared in a tavern not far from the Six Kings Mansion.

He was drinking quietly at the window on the second floor. His spiritual power had already extended out, and he was closely monitoring the dark coffin and the Six Kings Mansion.

This place is only about a hundred meters away from the Six Kings Mansion.

With his spiritual sense, the entire Six Kings Mansion, except for some individual areas, was under his surveillance.

With such a short distance, he will definitely be able to control three magic weapons with ease.

This was a wonderful strategy he finally thought of.

With the thoughts of the Six Kings, I don’t believe it and am not interested in the corpse of the ancestor who attacked the gods…

Qi Yun continued to drink wine, surveillance while thinking about other things.

Two other bubbles appeared in the crystal tower.

However, the identities of these two people are a bit weird...

…

Four puppets carried the coffin and walked through the streets and alleys. In the pouring rain, they were fast and quickly appeared in front of an inconspicuous mansion.

The two people who followed secretly saw that the four people had successfully arrived, and they stopped staying for a long time, and immediately turned back and disappeared.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A puppet man stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Squeak!

When the door opened, a middle-aged guard appeared, with a long knife on his waist, a cold face, and his eyes shot at them.

"Sir, my master asked us to give this item to Your Highness!"

The puppet man said.

"Come in!"

Middle-aged guards indifferently.

"Yes, sir!"

The puppet responded, turned his head and continued to lift the coffin and walked out of the mansion.

There was a groaning sound in the entire mansion, and many buildings collapsed.

In the collapsed building, there was a stench and turbid yellow things filled the sky, gathering together. As the rain flowed, it was so disgusting and disgusting...

Four puppets carried the coffin and walked forward, crossing several corridors and courtyards, and finally arrived at the depths of the mansion.

Deep in this mansion, there seems to be a barrier influence.

When the rain came here, all stopped.

The entire courtyard is clean and tidy, filled with red lanterns, with a sense of tranquility and tranquility...

Four puppets came all the way to the yard.

"Let go!"

The middle-aged guard said in a low voice.

"Yes, sir!"

The four puppets stopped and placed the coffin gently in the yard.

The middle-aged guard narrowed his eyes, swept deeply at the four of them, and sneered: "Puppet man? Your master is really vigilant!"

puff!

The long sword left his body, and the power of the gods surged. In an instant, all four puppets exploded, and they could not die again.

"Amitabha!"

The sound of chanting the Buddha with compassion suddenly rang out, and in the room ahead, an old monk wearing a black cassock and a thin face walked out.

The middle-aged guard turned around and bowed, saying, "I have seen the Holy Buddha!"

A silver mirror with a hexagonal shaped appearance appeared in the old monk's hand, urging the power of the gods and directly shone towards the coffin in front of him.

brush!

In an instant, the entire coffin turned transparent, and all the situation inside was visible.

An ancient corpse was lying quietly, wearing a broken battle suit, with bronze skin, white hair and scattered, motionless.

In addition, there is a small sword the size of a thumb, a small net the size of a palm, and a small tower the size of a thumb...

There is nothing else besides the three things.

The old monk frowned slightly and shot gently.

"Ahem..."

A cough came from the room, and a long voice rang out, saying, "It seems that we are over-thinking."

The body of the Six Kings trembled and walked from the room.

Beside him, a middle-aged scholar and a thin old man in a green robe.

The thin old man had a pointed chin and was quite cold, and his voice was hoarse: "I wonder if he had poisoned the coffin, let me try it!"

Bang!

As soon as his sleeves were swung, an invisible force surged out, and the cover of the coffin was shaken open in an instant.

Everything inside was as usual, without any abnormality.

The thin old man poked out his five fingers, extremely flexible, and controlled invisible power to surge into the coffin. After testing back and forth, he soon frowned.

"No exception!"

"Ahem..."

The Six Kings coughed lightly, their body trembled slightly, and they walked step by step with their crutches. The tall body was about two meters and one after another. They came to the coffin and looked into the coffin with a sunken gaze.

When he saw an old cheek inside, the Six Kings smiled and said, "Brother Murong, how are you doing well?"

The man in the coffin is a strong man of his age.

However, after the First World War, the other party suffered a severe blow, and his life was sealed with blood and hiding for countless years. In the end, he could not withstand the corrosion of time. The dust returned to dust and the soil returned to the soil.

But he enjoyed tens of thousands of years of glory and wealth. Although his life is about to die, he still has the method to turn the world back. As long as he succeeds, he will be able to live for another lifetime.

This is the different fates of the two.

At this moment, looking at the corpse of an old friend, the Six Kings felt a lot of emotion and were quite proud.

Beside him, the middle-aged scholar, the thin old man, and the old monk in black all walked up and looked at the corpse in the coffin.

The old monk in the black cassock gradually frowned and said, "It is worthy of being the one who fought against the heavens and attacked the gods back then. Even though his body died, it seems that there are still strong fluctuations in his body that are rising and falling..."

He stretched out his thin palm and poked towards the corpse in the coffin. His palm touched it, which was extremely cold, like metal, and the power of god rushed into it. He felt that there was still a powerful true energy in his body that had not dissipated...

Especially the blood in the body seems to be different, flowing slowly...

There are countless powerful particles surging between the blood.

The old monk's face was even more strange and said, "Is this the body of a person who is close to the gods? It's really mysterious and unpredictable. Even if he dies, his blood will still flow!"

This body has unimaginable value to all heavenly levels.

As long as they study it carefully, they may be able to break through the boundaries between humans and gods, break down their own barriers to their realm, and make their cultivation catch up with the gods.

Since the fall of the gods, it has been too long since there has been a powerful man close to the god level in this world. It is because everyone does not understand how to go about their own path, nor does they know what the difference between gods and humans is.

But with this corpse, they may be able to imitate this corpse and embark on a path against the will of heaven.

The old monk's palm was still touching quietly, and the more he touched, the more strange he became.

The thin old man around him also looked suspicious, he poked out his palm, tried it with the power of gods, and soon frowned and was surprised.

At this time, the Six Kings' eyes moved away from the face of the God-Destroying Ancestor, and with a smile, they fell on the three small items on his chest.

"What is this?"

He coughed, stretched out his palm and grabbed the three small items.

The crystal sword, the small tower, and the Daluotian Net were soon all captured by the Six Kings.

He glanced at him and his brows frowned.
To be continued...