Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 1942 The Hanging Coffin in the Spirit Tomb
That black field, like an enchantment, trapped Manshu tightly.

The wings on her back vibrated continuously, crazily hitting the black barrier around her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break the barrier of the barrier.

"I have already said that Shan Yao's strength is not as simple as we imagined."

"You still have to ask for trouble." Yan Chen shook his head and said.

If he were placed in Manshu's position, he might not be able to break through the black barrier.

"How is it? Do you want to continue struggling?" Jiang Mo's figure appeared in front of Manshu, and said in a condescending tone.

"Shan Yao, I don't believe it, I can't break your enchantment!"

Manshu still refused to give up, but in the end, the barrier continued to shrink, and Manshu finally felt a trace of panic spreading in her heart.

"I...I admit defeat!" Manshu finally lowered her head and said in a begging tone.

If the barrier continued to compress, her body would probably be squeezed into a cloud of blood mist.

With Manshu admitting defeat, the test in the mimic tomb finally came to an end.

Outside, the powerhouses of the ghost clan let out bursts of excited cries.

Those strong people who originally supported Shan Yao are even more rejoicing at this time, and those strong people who opposed Shan Yao before have also changed their views now.

Shenshunguan, Ruoshuiguan, and the joint fight against Yanchen and Manshu, 'Shanyao' performed calmly, which is remarkable.

In this assessment, the performance of 'Shan Yao' has conquered all the powerful members of the ghost clan, including the ghost clan leader.

"Shan Yao, this little guy, has matured! He can take on great responsibilities in the future!" Several elders of the ghost clan also said at this time, with a hint of admiration in their voices.

At this time, the patriarch of the ghost clan raised his hand to open the exit of the Mimic Tomb, and both Yan Chen and Man Shu walked out with dejected expressions on their faces.

In contrast, Jiang Mo looked flushed.

"Thanks to the guidance of the elders and the patriarch, Shan Yao survived his fate and obtained the qualification to enter the ancestor's tomb." Jiang Mo said.

The patriarch of the ghost clan stroked his beard and said, "It is inseparable from your own efforts to achieve today's achievements."

"From now on, you must look up to Shan Yao, and take martial arts as the foundation. On the day when the battle between our saint race and the human race comes, you must contribute your own strength!"

The words of the patriarch of the ghost clan made the strong ghost clan around them all boil with fighting spirit.

They are born to like to fight, and only war and blood can stimulate them to practice continuously.

The ghost tribe has always advocated force, and they will believe in whoever is stronger. The strength shown by 'Shan Yao' has already conquered them.

"Now, the tomb of the ancestors is officially opened, Shan Yao, after you go in, you must seize the opportunity."

"If you can use the opportunity of your ancestors to break through to the realm of the Great Emperor, it will be your own great fortune!"

The patriarch of the ghost clan asked.

"I will fulfill my mission!" Jiang Mo said with firm eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the patriarch of the ghost clan and several elders raised their withered old hands at the same time, and drew ancient tracks in the void.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient and wild aura spewed out from the void.

Like a giant mouth of a monster, the entrance to the tomb of the ancestors of the ghost clan burst open!

Jiang Mo raised his head, his eyes a little shocked.

This ancestral tomb of the ghost clan is equivalent to a relic where countless treasures are buried. Not only the strong ghost clan wants to enter, but even the monks of the human race want to go in and find out.

It's a pity that the guards here are heavily guarded, and even someone as strong as the Lord of the Royal Court may not be able to break in.

You know, there are at least three of the ghost clan's fairyland powerhouses!

"Shan Yao, don't let down the high expectations of the clan elders!"

"go in!"

The patriarch of the ghost clan said.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo nodded, and the "Sacred Canon of the Netherworld" was activated by him, and a puff of black air wrapped his body, and then directly entered the ancestor's tomb.

After Jiang Mo completely entered, the patriarch of the ghost clan and others released their magical powers again to close the ancestor's spiritual tomb.

In the ancestral tomb, the luck of the ghost clan has accumulated for thousands of years, and every time the entrance is opened, the luck of the ghost clan will leak out.

Because of this, this ancestral tomb will not be opened frequently.

Boom!

When Jiang Mo entered the spiritual tomb, there was a dull bang behind him.

The entrance was closed, followed by a depressing atmosphere.

At this moment, Jiang Mo raised his head, and he found that the sky in the tomb was gray.

There is no sun, no moon, and no stars. It is a gray area, as if the sky and the earth first opened.

The space in the ancestor's tomb is very vast and endless.

"There should also be a place of opportunity. However, my main task is to find the place where the ghost clan inherited and completely destroy it!"

Jiang Mo said secretly in his heart.

Although Jiang Mo was tempted by the chance in the tomb, he still knew what his mission was.

"The area of ​​this spiritual tomb is too wide. When will I find the place of inheritance?"

Jiang Mo rubbed his brows with a headache.

He released the power of the divine sense, and every strand of the power of the divine sense spread out like that spider silk, covering the land with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Inside, the space of the tomb can completely isolate the perception of the outside world. Even if he uses the power of divine sense, it will be difficult for the patriarch of the ghost clan to perceive it.

After a stick of incense, Jiang Mo's closed eyes finally opened slowly.

He found a huge lake, and above that lake, a black coffin was suspended. The energy in the entire spiritual tomb gathered in that lake, and then flowed into the hanging coffin.

The surface of the hanging coffin emits bursts of hidden energy fluctuations, making people afraid to approach.

"It should be here, this is the core of the entire spiritual tomb!"

Jiang Mo thought to himself, then flew towards the lake.

If the lake and the hanging coffin can be destroyed, perhaps this place of inheritance of the ghost clan will be completely reduced to history.

Thinking of this, even Jiang Mo felt a little excited, a big event was about to be accomplished!

To Jiang Mo, the distance of hundreds of miles was just the blink of an eye.

It was only when he was on the scene that he realized that the size of the hanging coffin was unexpectedly huge.

At the same time, a vast coercion emanated from it.

Jiang Mo took a deep breath, and the vitality in his body was mobilized to the extreme. A fist with the size of a hundred feet suddenly took shape, and directly bombarded the hanging coffin...

(End of this chapter)