Chapter 1287 The Dragon King, the demon's reaction
Seeing Xu Zimo approaching the coffin, Qi Kuangyin couldn't help but become nervous.
He knew there was no hope of escaping. With Xu Zimo's strength, Duan Ran could not leave alive.
And when things got to this point, he had no choice but to give it a try and fight for once.
Wu Zhaodi's Tianluan struck. This time, Qi Kuangyin did not dodge and actually received the blow with his body.
There was a "boom" explosion, accompanied by Tianluan's scream, and a bloody hole exploded in Qi Kuangyin's back.
And with the help of this inertia, he flew backwards in the direction of the coffin.
Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed, but did not stop him.
Qi Kuangyin bumped into the coffin awkwardly, as if ringing a bell, the sound echoed endlessly.
He hugged one end of the coffin fiercely, and the blood from the collision of his head kept leaving.
"The inheritance is mine, it's mine, no one can take it away," he said frantically, holding up the lid with both hands and forcefully opening the coffin.
However, the moment the coffin was loosened, the smell of decay filled the air. Although it was only a little bit, it instantly wrapped around Qi Kuangyin's body.
It felt like the life breath in his body was being absorbed, turning into a dry white skeleton in the blink of an eye.
The bones fell off the coffin, Wu Zhaodi looked solemn and leaned towards Xu Zimo's side.
"Anyone who comes after me can get the inheritance if they fulfill one of my conditions."
There was a sound coming from the coffin, and at the same time, the eight ancestral dragon corpses pulling the coffin above also shook.
There were vast dragon roars that kept ringing out, intertwined, and constantly impacting the hearts of Xu Zimo and the two of them.
The keel swings, appearing extremely powerful in this relatively spacious hall.
"What conditions?" Wu Zhaodi asked.
In fact, she had little interest in inheritance, so she killed Qi Kuangyin here without anyone noticing, and her goal had been achieved.
"Take my coffin and go to Cangxuan Realm," the voice in the coffin said.
"At that time, not only will you have inheritance, but you will also be allowed to join the Sixteen Demon Clan."
"How can we trust you?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Why don't you climb out of the coffin and let me see your true face?"
"How dare you talk to me like that," the voice in the coffin snorted coldly.
"If you don't want to, then we don't want this inheritance," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
"Since you are already here, it is not up to you whether you want to pass it on or not."
When the sound fell, the eight dragon bones pulling the coffin seemed to come to life, moving out of the void.
The eight dragon bones were suspended in the void, and the majestic power fell, looking at Xu Zimo and the two with eager eyes.
"Either send me to Cangxuan Realm, the benefits I promise will be great.
Or die now."
"It saves trouble if you do this," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I want to pull you out of this coffin today."
He took one step in the air, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the coffin. He stepped on the coffin with one foot and stepped on it hard.
However, the coffin was incredibly hard, and except for a muffled sound, there was no sign of damage.
But the eight dragon bones next to it instantly became violent and they all came to kill them.
The dragon bones formed a formation, occupying eight of the sixteen directions in the void, giving Xu Zimo no chance to escape.
"Don't worry, I don't want to escape either," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
He stretched out his right hand, firmly grabbed the fallen dragon bone, and then directly picked up the entire ancestral dragon and waved it as his own weapon.
The other seven ancestral dragons were all knocked out and flew out. Xu Zimo's strength was astonishing.
The cyclone in the body is also constantly rotating.
"Broken," he shouted loudly.
The keel was finally thrown onto the coffin, and all the hard bone spurs were pierced into the coffin. Xu Zimo fell down again.
The coffin was overwhelmed by the weight and eventually broke into pieces.
The iron chains hanging in the void began to break, and from the broken coffin, a ball of black air first spurted out.
Immediately following, an eerie figure slowly stood up in the black air.
The breath exhaled by that figure was corpse air.
"Dragon King?" Xu Zimo muttered to himself.
This figure has the head of a human dragon, but it is filled with corpse energy. It has obviously been dead for a long time. There is no dragon power around it, but only death energy.
"Should I call you Zulong or Zombie?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"Young man, you have committed a heinous crime and you don't even know it," the Dragon King said.
"I have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and the glimmer of hope I finally had was destroyed by you."
"So what, I'm here for you, why can't I be afraid of you?" Xu Zimo replied.
"You are here because of me? Are you not afraid of me?" the Dragon King asked in surprise.
Xu Zimo smiled and slowly took out the demon mirror.
He had to make sure whether this demon's sword would be useful to the Dragon King, because according to regulations, the demon's sword was only useful to the sixteen demon clans.
If the opponent is not from the Sixteenth Demon Clan, it cannot be included in the Demon Jian.
When the Yao Jian appeared, Xu Zimo turned to the first page, which was the beast he had collected.
Then he turned to the second page, and a ray of light burst out from it.
Immediately afterwards, a pattern began to be drawn in the void.
It was a nine-clawed golden dragon, with a golden body, purple-gold horns, and golden eyes like dragon beads.
It looks majestic and mighty.
"This, this is," seeing the nine-clawed golden dragon, even the ancestral dragon was a little distracted.
"There's a show," Xu Zimo smiled.
The Yaojian reacts to Zulong, which means it can be included in it.
With a wave of his right hand, a stream of dragon energy flew out from the demon mirror and charged towards the ancestral dragon.
Zulong also reacted at this time, and its figure began to struggle.
He directly opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of death flames, destroying the dragon energy in the void.
"Who the hell are you?" Zu Long shouted angrily.
"The dying dragon, why are you asking so many questions," Xu Zimo said.
"Stop struggling, otherwise you will only get hurt in vain."
He drew his sword and stood up, with countless sword intentions crossing the shadow, trampling through the entire hall.
Countless rubble fell, and the hall seemed to collapse.
"You go out first and wait for me outside," Xu Zimo turned his head and said to Wu Zhaodi.
Anyway, she couldn't get involved in this battle.
"Be careful yourself," Wu Zhaodi warned, and then quickly retreated.
Ba Ying slashed hard, and the sword fell on Zulong's abdomen. There was no blood, but the corrosive corpse energy surged.
"Get down," Xu Zimo held Ba Ying with both hands, Ba Ying facing downwards, and pressed down Zulong's huge body.
Falling from the void.
"Boy, I will definitely avenge this," Zu Long said resentfully.
Immediately, the huge body shrank, and fled away into the distance like a loach.
Xu Zimo frowned and hurriedly chased after him.
The eight dragon bones next to him turned into bone chains, blocking his way.