The black stain in Ji Jianting's palm spread rapidly, but in two breaths, it had spread to the entire right hand.
"Bear it!" Chen Yu shouted in a low voice, aligned his fingers into a sword, and made a decisive decision, slashing at the fat Taoist priest with his right hand.
A finger sword energy was extremely sharp, cutting off Ji Jianting's right hand like cutting through tofu.
The unscrupulous Taoist priest groaned, and a bright red gushed out from his wrist. Chen Yu tapped the acupuncture points on his arm several times to stop the bleeding. yyls
"Damn it, I hurt you so much!" Ji Jianting hurriedly swallowed a few healing pills, and the flesh and blood of his lost right hand squirmed quickly and was reborn.
As for the hand that fell to the ground, the flesh and blood were rotten, and even the bones were turned into powder. The fat Taoist priest was frightened to see it.
"Taoist Priest, it seems that you not only look like a pig, but also have the same brain." Chen Yu said sarcastically and sarcastically.
What he hates the most is this kind of friend who can cause you some trouble anytime and anywhere, which is a headache.
It's not Ji Jianting's fault. Chen Yu may not have imagined that in these years of tomb robbing career, Ji Jianting had encountered too many dangerous situations, some of which could even be called desperate situations.
But Ji Jianting was able to turn danger into good luck every time. He had also been poisoned and fainted, but he would wake up within a short time, and the toxins in his body would mysteriously disappear.
Ji Jianting was puzzled and could only understand that he had a special constitution and was immune to all poisons.
"Isn't it just a little bit of poison? You're so impatient that it's burning your butt." Ji Jian rolled her eyes at Chen Yu, thinking that he was making a fuss out of a molehill.
"Can this be called a little poison?" Chen Yu was quite helpless.
In any case, Ji Jianting has the cultivation level of the early stage of Jindan. His physical body is hard enough, and his energy and blood are not comparable to Chen Yu, but at least they are not too different.
However, even if the toxin on the coffin is only stained a little, it can spread to the limbs and bones within a dozen breaths, and then rot into ashes.
Not to mention Ji Jianjian, even if Chen Yu gets involved, it will be very troublesome.
"Next, just follow my command and stop doing whatever you want, okay?"
"I admire you for not being afraid of death, but please don't drag me into this, okay?" Chen Yu was afraid of this damn fat man.
Ji Jianting buttoned his crotch indifferently and said, "For the sake of burial objects, Master Dao, I will give you this face."
Chen Yu really wanted to beat this fat man to pieces with one fist, but he couldn't do it. It was so strange.
After a while, Ji Jianting's right hand, which was chopped off by Chen Yu, had recovered as before. The fat Taoist priest looked at Chen Yu while picking his ears.
Chen Yu walked around the coffin for a long time, and after confirming that there was no mechanism, he took action.
Slowly pushing forward with both palms, Chen Yu controlled the spiritual energy of the four directions, acting on the huge ancient coffin.
With a clicking sound, the extremely heavy coffin lid was pushed open by Chen Yu little by little. It was a bit difficult for him, but it was still within his capabilities.
There was a muffled bang, and the coffin lid was flipped to the ground by Chen Yu. A large cloud of dust stirred up, and Ji Jianting choked and coughed repeatedly.
Inside the coffin, there is also a smaller sarcophagus, which looks ordinary, but inside it is buried the first leader of the Holy Spirit Cult 30,000 years ago.
The Taizu of the Holy Spirit Sect is also the oldest ancestor of the Wan family with historical records, and is called Wan Yaoling.
Wan Yaoling is not a simple person. In the Xuanling Realm 30,000 years ago, he became famous all over the world for his domineering and treacherous spear skills.
He is cunning, cunning, and will do anything for power.
The most famous records about Wan Yaoling can be found in the classical books of the Xuanling world today.
In that terrible era when geniuses emerged in large numbers, Wan Yaoling, a casual cultivator, joined one sect after another in order to create a unique Kung Fu of his own.
Wan Yaoling's talent is so extraordinary that he can memorize any technique just by looking at it.
But the importance of a skill to a sect is self-evident.
Just like the Holy Spirit Sect, Great Elder Lan Tu has worked hard for Wan Sheng for so many years, but he only learned 70% of Bishui Lake's secrets, and the remaining 30% is still firmly in Wan Sheng's hands.
Wan Yaoling encountered the same situation back then. From joining a sect to fully reading the entire exercise, it would take at least tens to hundreds of years.
Because no sect leader will trust a person in just ten years.
For this reason, Wan Yaoling began his bloody path of killing.
In order to become stronger and reach the top, Wan Yaoling started from a low-level sect and worked his way up. In his life, he bloodbathed thousands of sects, large and small.
After his rebirth, the number of people Chen Yu killed was probably a fraction of that of Wan Yaoling.
Of course, only before rebirth!
You must know that in the main realm, the people Chen Yu killed could probably pile up into a towering mountain of corpses!
Wan Yaoling, who was about to enter his twilight years in middle age, succeeded. He gathered the strengths of thousands of families and created a unique exercise with unpredictable power. From then on, he became famous all over the world and founded the Holy Spirit Sect.
"Taoist Priest, do you want to meet the ancestors of your Holy Spirit Sect?" Chen Yu looked at Ji Jianting with a meaningful smile.
Ji Jian's heart twitched twice, and his intuition convinced him that Chen Yu had bad intentions.
"Immeasurable mother-in-law, what do you want?" The fat Taoist priest wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Taoist Master, you also know that I was seriously injured in the battle at Canglanjiang River. Due to the healing, there are not many pills left in the store." Chen Yu sighed artificially.
After all, Chen Yu still wants to kill Ji Jianjian with a knife!
Just now, Chen Yu cut off Ji Jianting's right hand. At this moment, the man's hand was reborn.
His level of Qi and blood was average, but the effects of the few healing pills he swallowed were surprisingly good. At least they were made from real spiritual herbs. Chen Yu was a little moved.
You must know that in some critical moments of life and death, a pill of excellent quality is enough to turn the entire situation around.
"Your surname is Chen, Taoist Master, I will dig the graves of the eighteenth generation of your ancestors sooner or later." Ji Jianting stretched out his middle finger towards Chen Yu, then touched his chest and threw a small white jade porcelain vase to Chen Yu.
Chen Yu opened it and saw that there was a small half-bottle of healing elixirs inside, about a dozen of them, which Ji Jianting had just swallowed. They were as white as jade and had a delicate fragrance.
Ji Jianting could have chosen to open the coffin without giving Chen Yu the healing elixir.
But Chen Yu was right, what was buried here was a fierce god that was 30,000 years old, and he was somewhat afraid of it.
Compared to healing pills, life is more important.
"Stop whining and whining, hurry up and open the coffin!" Ji Jianting urged.
As the saying goes, it's good to take advantage of someone's weak mouth and short hand. Chen Yu naturally smiled with a smile on his face and was full of strength. He drew out the Donglei Sword, pierced the tip of the sword into the lid of the small-mouthed coffin, and then picked it hard.
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Chen Yu used all his strength. This force was terrifying, and he directly lifted the lid of the small coffin away.