No.

Maybe, it’s not necessarily the coffin itself that swallowed my Ten Holy Five Finger Seed Techniques.

Xu Xiaoshou's mind suddenly flashed back to Yue Gongli's scream before when he was whipped and hit hard by him:

It's holding me down.

"Ah~oh~"

At this point in my thoughts, the sound of wanting to be beaten came from the Yin Ling coffin again, this time with a bit more gloating:

"I don't want to fight, why are you so aggressive...Xu Xiaoshou, you asked for this."

"Everyone, run away. Even I, the Saint, can't control what's going to happen next."

"Maybe if you run fast, you can still survive~"

Everyone was still confused, but they saw...

"Click!"

The coffin board of Yin's coffin was completely nailed off, and the cracks opened wider and wider, and finally hit the ground with a "bang".

This gray-blue coffin was standing upright, with its back to Xu Xiaoshou and most of the people.

Ling Nian Ling Nian can't detect it.

No one has holy thoughts and holy thoughts.

There were only a handful of good people present, who happened to be facing the Yin coffin, and could immediately witness the truth inside when the coffin lid fell down...

"Oh, go to hell."

This is the only sound that can be heard.

No one knows what happened.

Among the dozen or so people, there were many Taixu, but just looking at them, fear and horror just rose in their eyes...

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

All exploded into starlight!

All were crushed by the strange power from the inside out!

"Grass!"

Now everyone has realized that what is inside is not important, what is important is...

"Run, damn!"

"What are you waiting for? Are you waiting to die!"

Thousands of people scattered like birds and beasts.

Zhou Tianshen pulled out his foot and flew out of the house with his lower body. At the same time, he glanced at Xu Xiaoshou and wanted to ask if he could save me. If so, I would like to watch the battle on the spot, mainly because I want to learn...

"Let's go!"

The pointed-faced man who had just mocked the soft-footed shrimp in the Holy Temple passed by and pulled the one-armed boy away, and shouted angrily:

"Where's the holy war, brother!"

"You are only in the Throne Realm. Master Shou has grown bigger and held you in his mouth. You can actually transform!"

…

Divine power!

Xu Xiaoshou felt his heart twitch.

He sees clearly than anyone else.

Those who were crushed by inexplicable power just now were because they, like the "face saint", witnessed too majestic divine power at once!

In fact, the power of divinity has long been commonplace.

After all, there is it in Lei Xi'er's God and Demon Eyes.

But she only holds the throne. Unless she fights like she did in front of the Holy Emperor Beihuai last time, the quality and quantity of the divine power she can control under normal circumstances are very low.

Compared to the semi-saints and saint emperors, they pale into insignificance!

The same is true for Xu Xiaoshou.

He also mastered the power of the Heavenly Ancestor, the Dragon Ancestor, and even obtained the complete inheritance of the Heavenly Ancestor.

But so far, all his Heavenly Ancestor Power has been used to deal additional damage, and was used to resist the ancestral power of other half-saints.

Just like holy power can only be mastered by half-saints.

The power of ancestral origin can only be understood by high-level holy emperors.

What you gain by climbing through the ranks is certainly powerful compared to your peers; but compared to people of this level who can naturally cultivate such power and master it freely...

Just like a genius who has worked hard for a long time to be able to fight beyond the level, and wants to cross the level to challenge the ten who are born to fight beyond the level - it is a bit overestimating one's ability.

And now!

Such terrifying quality and quantity of divine power, or in other words, the power of the Holy Ancestor, one of the ten ancestors!

The face of the Saint is terrifying. Facing such a concentration of the power of the Saint Ancestor is like looking directly at the Ancestor God...

Self-explosion is light.

Xu Xiaoshou even doubted whether the residual power of the slaying priest Ran Ming could protect the spiritual will of the people who exploded below!

"laugh……"

Accompanied by the thick smelly fog.

A huge pale foot stepped out of the three-foot-tall vertical coffin.

boom!

It stepped on the ground and the earth sank.

Xu Xiaoshou was watching without fear of death. He only felt his spirit stirred up, but he would not explode to death after just one glance - he had already passed this stage.

The big bloodless foot dug into the ground, exerting all its strength, and pushed against the Yin Ling coffin. It took a long time before the other thigh and upper body were pulled out from inside.

With a final pop, a giant head was pulled out.

too big!

This thing is so strong!

The Yin spirit coffin can accommodate Yue Gongli, but if you want to accommodate this giant corpse, which is only more than three feet tall, but has a larger horizontal volume...

It can only be said that it is even more cramped than a small thatched thatched house containing the four sons of the Holy Palace and a plate of roast goose!

"Hoo..."

The giant's corpse turned its back to everyone who was escaping in a hurry, and let out a long breath, exhaling a long torrent of the power of the Holy Ancestor that could break the space in front of him and the Taoism.

Xu Xiaoshou's right eyelid twitched rapidly several times.

"Be good..."

This was the first time he had seen the power of divinity condensed into such a substantial substance that could be seen with the naked eye.

The amount of ancestral power contained in this airflow alone is not much weaker than the evil god's arrow that Ai Cangsheng shot towards the Secret Realm of Four Symbols at that time.

Bang! Bang!

Before he had time to think too much, the giant corpse clattered on its feet, swung its arms, and turned around in an ugly and funny posture.

Obviously, it is not very accustomed to this body, or the limbs, torso, and head, because it has been crowded in the cramped coffin for a long time, and each has its own thoughts.

"Nine Marrow Corpse King..."

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils narrowed slightly, and his thoughts were clear.

But he saw the pale body of the Corpse King, with tangled muscles and no clothes on.

It has no genitals. There is a strange black and red heart the size of a normal human heart on its face, chest, abdomen, crotch, and both sides of its ribs.

The strange heart has fangs, opening and closing, breathing greedily, plundering the natural energy between heaven and earth.

"The marrow-sucking heart!"

Xu Xiaoshou naturally recognized this thing.

He also had one in his hand, but he threw it in the apricot world and did not bring it with him.

This is where the confusion lies!

The marrow suction heart in my hand is very weak, and its suction power is not even comparable to the breathing method in the deep sea under Guyin Cliff.

This Nine Marrow Corpse King...

No, it’s only the sixth marrow!

Why can it consume the energy of its own ten holy five-finger seeds? Why can it bring such a great sense of oppression?
To be continued...