In the cave, Qian Puppet returned to the huge suspended coffin.
Only the last chain remains in the seal of the Nine-Chain Coffin, and counting the time, it is the last moment to unseal it.
He opened his right hand and flicked it towards the thick chain from afar.
With a clicking sound, the last chain fell apart, and the remaining traces of blood on the surface of the coffin also dissipated.
boom!
Bang bang!
A powerful agitating sound.
Terrible energy surged out of the coffin, followed by a roar.
The coffin boards soared into the sky and fell apart in the sky. But the strange thing was that the coffin had obviously lost its last support, but it was still floating in the air.
A palm that was no different from a human being, except that the nails were longer, pressed against the side of the coffin.
Then a figure slowly sat up, with long gray-white hair, a pale face, and dark eyes without the whites of the eyes.
The clothes on his body were already torn, revealing his solid muscles.
Although he has turned into a corpse ghost, his flesh and blood have not dried up, but are as full as before life.
On the exposed chest, a lifelike tiger head pattern is very conspicuous.
He is Yang Mang, the leader of the bandit army Hutouman, and a master of the third level of divine martial arts during his lifetime.
There was some surprise in Qian Puppet's tone: "Although my master is a little stupid, the seal of the nine-chain coffin, coupled with the method of raising corpses with dead energy, has indeed allowed you to regain a powerful physical body.
Now, although you can no longer exert your strength, you have turned into a corpse and must have awakened your natal magical powers, making your strength even further than before."
Yang Mang turned his head and looked at Qian Puppet, but did not respond.
In those dark eyes, a violence was brewing.
"I have fulfilled my previous promise, now it's your turn." Qian Puppet stretched out his palm and spoke again: "Give me that scale."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mang disappeared in the coffin, and his figure instantly appeared in front of Qian Puppet.
With his broad palm pressed on the ghost face, Qian Puppet flew out like a kite with its string broken, and sank heavily into the rock wall.
A cold voice came from Yang Mang's mouth: "No one can order me. The reason why I didn't kill you right away is because I thought you were still of some use."
The strength in his hands continued to increase, and the head with a ghost face continued to deform.
As long as he exerts more force, Qian Puppet's head will break like a watermelon!
But at this moment, he turned around, and where there was supposed to be nothing, a figure emerged from the rock wall, and it turned out to be Qian Puppet!
Looking at the person holding him down under his palm, he turned into a ball of rotten flesh in a matter of seconds.
"The substitute method of the corpse path, a boring little trick."
"Although it's a small trick, it can be useful." Qian Puppet said, and then raised the scales in his hand.
It turned out that he had been attacked deliberately just now, in order to take away the scales on Yang Mang's body.
Because he knew that given the other party's character, it would be absolutely impossible for him to hand over this thing as agreed.
Yang Mang realized that he was being played, and black death energy burst out from his body.
He raised his right hand, pointed a finger, and the attack formed by the condensed death energy surged out like thunder.
This blow was so powerful that the hard rock wall of the cave turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye, and the entire Shuliang City trembled!
When the dust and smoke dissipated, Yang Mang looked forward, only to find that the figure of the other party had disappeared.
In the void, Qian Puppet's voice sounded: "I told you, this scale is of no use to you. I might as well tell you one more piece of news before I leave. Twelve divine generals are on their way here."
As soon as the words fell, there was no more Qian Puppet's breath around.
"God general?" Yang Mang snorted coldly when he heard this.
He wants more death energy!
Taking a deep breath, he instantly found the place with the strongest breath of living people in Shuliang City, but in just a moment, he disappeared into the night.
"If you fix his body like this, you can greatly reduce the pain." Qin Feng ordered.
"Thank you." After the injured demon slayer received treatment, his pain was greatly reduced, and he was sincerely grateful.
"You're welcome."
boom!
Just at this moment, a strong earthquake was felt, shaking the entire restaurant.
"What's going on?" The people in the restaurant became frightened and looked outside the building.
But the doors and windows were tightly closed, and there were only a few candles lit in the restaurant. It was extremely dark. How could they know what was happening outside?
Cang Feilan, who was guarding the door, suddenly frowned, and Qin Feng's heart beat wildly for no reason.
He could feel a terrifying pressure approaching, something was coming!
boom!
There was a roar and explosion in the ears, the restaurant was smashed by an unknown force, gravel, wood chips and rubble flew, and all the people screamed.
Seeing this, Qin Feng did not dare to neglect, his righteousness gathered, and the Haotian Mirror took shape.
The white mirror is like a barrier, blocking most of the harm to the people in the restaurant.
When the storm gradually subsided, Qin Feng looked up.
The restaurant had been destroyed and completely exposed. A figure stood in mid-air, overlooking them.
His pale face, dark eyes, and aura about him made people shudder.
Qin Feng saw the tiger head pattern on the other person's chest, and his eyes widened. He already had a guess in his mind about the other person's identity - Yang Mang!
"Who are you?" Although the Demon Slayer guarding the restaurant was scared, he still forced himself to ask.
"Be careful!" Qin Feng reminded.
Then, tiny drops of rain fell on everyone's faces.
The people touched the raindrops with some confusion. With the faint light, they looked at their palms and saw the shocking red color!
Looking at the demon-slayer who asked the question earlier, the upper half of his body was already missing.
I only saw a bright red mark on the corner of Yang Mang's mouth.
Some people were so frightened that they lost consciousness, and some people let out hysterical screams that rang through the night sky.
"It's too noisy." The cold words came out, and the screaming people fell silent instantly.
It was just blood-red rain that spread all over the restaurant.
Seeing this scene, no one dared to make a sound anymore. Even if they were extremely frightened, they covered their mouths and tried their best to control the fear in their hearts.
"Literary Saint?" Yang Mang looked at Qin Feng.
Qin Feng also looked at the other party with a solemn expression. The other party's terrifying strength was no less than that of the group that invaded Jinyang City when he encountered it!
Cang Feilan ducked in front of Qin Feng, fully alert.
Yang Mang glanced at it and said with great interest: "The smell on you is a bit familiar and different from ordinary people.
Is it a Noble Phantasm that blocks the breath?
I have smelled this kind of smell before. It was a high-altitude existence, flying in the nine heavens, overlooking all living beings.
You are a dragon."
Cang Feilan's light blue eyes suddenly widened, and Qin Feng looked at her in surprise.
The words have not yet fallen.
At the border of the night sky, a red light breaks through the sky with unrivaled power!
The realm covered by thousands of puppets was shattered inch by inch like a mirror with one shot.
But the speed of the red light did not slow down, and it cut through the night and actually penetrated into Yang Mang's chest, knocking him out!
Almost at the same moment, a figure followed closely.
Wearing a green robe and a black cloak.
Qin Feng's eyes widened when he saw the person coming, it was Lord Gun Immortal!