They didn't know why Gong Yuandu was laughing.

Zhou Jifeng decisively ordered: "Retreat."

Everyone retreated back into the barrier.

Pan Zhong raised his head and looked at the barrier power.

I was worried.

The power of the barrier is unimaginably weak...can it withstand it when faced with a strong man like Gong Yuandu?

Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong knew they couldn't stop such a master, so they made a desperate move and retreated to the barrier.

However,

As if entering a no-man's land, the coffin crossed the barrier and entered the interior of Jinting Mountain.

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

"this……"

They can't understand.

The coffin continued to float above everyone's heads, staring at them like a pair of eyes.

Pan Zhong saw the lines on the bottom of the coffin.

Surprised: "Array pattern?"

This is no ordinary coffin.

Otherwise, how can it survive in the Sword Ruins for many years without being corroded**?

The surface of the coffin looks very smooth, with all the lines on the bottom.

Gong Yuandu's hoarse voice sounded: "The descendants are to be feared..."

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

"Shenting? Haha...hehe..."

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

After all, he is the swordsman genius of Beidu.

call!

The coffin swoops down!

Everyone sacrificed their vitality at the same time, and the strong energy was lingering.

boom!

The black coffin immediately defeated everyone's anger.

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

Vulnerable.

No further display of strength is needed to prove that the Gong Yuandu in this coffin has at least the cultivation level of Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm.

After all, the Court of God is the Court of God.

Even a hundred divine courts cannot compare to one soul.

However, the coffin did not kill him.

After defeating Gang Qi, the coffin floated behind everyone and said in a low voice: "Lead the way."

It was at this time——

A female cultivator came down from the mountain and said loudly: "Elder Hua has an order for the old man to go up the mountain."

…

Motian Pavilion, in front of the main hall.

Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Hua Wudao stood in front, Duanmu Sheng, and Xiao Yuan'er were on the left and right. The others all lined up behind them.

The coffin was suspended in front of everyone.

Confront each other.

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

Worlds, full of wonders.

Although they are all experienced seniors, this is the first time they have seen such a strange thing.

Haha, a coffin is looking for trouble... Do you really believe it?

There was silence for a long time.

A voice spoke in the coffin: "Where is Brother Ji?"

Leng Luo replied: "The master of the pavilion is in retreat."

He is also very calm.

After all, they are both old foxes who have lived a long time, and each of them knows what the other is thinking. There is no point in being petty and petty at this time, so it is better to be honest with each other.

"Retreat?" Gong Yuandu's voice sounded low and confused.

"Since returning from Sword Ruins, the Pavilion Master has been in retreat. Don't you believe it?" Pan Litian said.

The coffin moved from side to side.

There were obvious fluctuations in vitality around the coffin.

Waves around...

Immediately afterwards, those vitality disappeared.

One end of the coffin was suspended between Leng Luo and Pan Litian.

"Who are you?"

This question was asked by 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 suddenly stopped, remembering the Jingming Dao, and changed his words, "I am just a beggar, not worth mentioning."

Gong Yuandu chuckled:

"Leng Luo, after all, he should be a master on the black list three hundred years ago... As for you, haha, when did Brother Ji become so kind and righteous that he would even take in a beggar?"

"The master of the pavilion has a kind heart, and I voluntarily stay here."

"Interesting, interesting..."

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

This is rare in the world.

I'm used to hearing scoldings, tired of hearing condemnations, and suddenly someone praises me, which is indeed a bit unaccustomed.

"Gong Yuandu... If you want to challenge the Pavilion Master, I'm afraid I will disappoint you." Leng Luo said.

Everyone looked at Leng Luo.

He indeed has the qualification to call Gong Yuandu by his first name.

Including Pan Litian next to him.

"Um?"

"I have entered the Demonic Sky Pavilion." Leng Luo said in a shocking tone.

Gong Yuandu was silent.

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

A moment later, Gong Yuandu's voice slowly emerged from the coffin: "Leng Luo, you are injured, so you don't have to scare me anymore. As for the old beggar, although the flow of breath in your body is weak, you are a person who has been tempered many times...

It’s a pity that with your current cultivation level, it’s impossible to defeat me.”

As soon as this statement came out.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian looked at each other again.

Others were surprised.

It stands to reason.

Experts compete with each other and are good at hiding their own cultivation aura.

How did Gong Yuandu do it?

Leng Luo recalled the energy fluctuations that surged out from under the coffin just now... and said, "You do have some tricks."

"Excellent."

"The swordsman genius of Beidu, Gong Yuandu, is already nine hundred years old... If you were fine, why would you come here with a coffin?" Leng Luo said.
To be continued...