Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 1943
The hundred-foot-sized fist is like a flying hill, and its speed is so fast that the surrounding space may be torn apart.

However, when Jiang Mo's punch was about to approach the lake, a transparent light curtain rose up with a bang.

The fist gang and the light curtain collided together, creating ripples like water waves.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo frowned slightly.

He didn't expect that around the lake, there were actually something similar to an enchantment.

"Break it for me!"

He let out a low voice, and then he put his fingers together and clicked out.

A flash of dazzling sword energy suddenly slashed out, and finally directly shattered the transparent barrier around the lake.

That fist hit hard on the hanging coffin.

However, what Jiang Mo didn't expect was that the hanging coffin did not move at all, but the fist he unleashed shattered with a bang.

"How could this be?" Jiang Mo said in a low voice.

He used at least [-]% of his strength for that punch just now, even a one-star emperor might not be able to catch it.

However, the hanging coffin was not affected.

"Could it be that this hanging coffin is a magic weapon beyond the holy rank?" Jiang Mo thought to himself.

In his opinion, only a magic weapon beyond the holy rank can block the blow just now.

"Even if it is a magic weapon that surpasses the holy rank, I will destroy it." Jiang Mo took a deep breath, and immediately formed a seal with both hands, and the vast vitality rolled behind him, and finally turned into a green dragon phantom.

"Nine Dragons Wind and Thunder Palm!"

Jiang Mo let out a low voice, and then struck out with both palms, like a rainstorm falling continuously.

Bang, bang, bang!

One after another green dragon palm prints continuously bombarded the hanging coffin.

Jiang Mo used all the first eight forms of the Nine Dragon Wind and Thunder Palm. These palm prints, superimposed together, are as powerful as holy-level martial arts!

However, just when Jiang Mo thought that the hanging coffin was about to be smashed to pieces, a deep black light burst out from the surroundings.

Every black light seemed to contain the ultimate truth of martial arts, which completely resisted the power of the Nine Dragons Wind and Thunder Palm.

"Even if it is a magic weapon that surpasses the holy rank, it doesn't have such a terrible defensive power?"

At this moment, many doubts arose in Jiang Mo's heart, and even a sense of danger spread in his heart.

"It's better to make a decision early, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

Jiang Mo clasped his hands together, and the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword flew out. In an instant, thousands of sword qi floated in the void.

Just wait for Jiang Mo's order, and they can completely destroy the hanging coffin below.

"The sword breaks the way of heaven!"

Jiang Mo's palm fell gently, and the thousands of sword qi, as if being drawn, whizzed down crazily, as if turning into a storm of sword qi.

However, when those sword auras were still a few feet away from the hanging coffin, they seemed to have received an invisible resistance.

Thousands of sword qi formed a round sword ball, which surrounded the hanging coffin, making it impossible to approach.

Those sword qi were connected with Jiang Mo's mind, and Jiang Mo could feel that the core of the hanging coffin had a huge resistance, even with Jiang Mo's current cultivation, it was difficult to break through.

"How could this be? It shouldn't be!"

Jiang Mo murmured.

He really couldn't believe that a magic weapon could withstand the attack of a great emperor-level powerhouse.

Just when Jiang Mo was surprised, the hanging coffin suddenly opened, and an old man in a white robe with a rosary in his hand sat up slowly from inside.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Mo's eyelids twitched violently.

In this ancestral tomb, there are still living creatures? !

It's hard to believe!

At this moment, Jiang Mo squinted his eyes, and his muscles and nerves all tensed up.

Because he couldn't perceive any fluctuations in Yuanli from the white-robed old man at all.

This is the most terrifying!

In this case, there are generally only two possibilities.

Or, it was because the old man had no martial arts cultivation at all, and was just an ordinary ghost.

Or, the other party's strength was so strong that it was beyond Jiang Mo's perception range, and Jiang Mo couldn't perceive his breath at all.

"If an ordinary old man appeared here, no one would believe it." Jiang Mo smiled wryly.

At this moment, the old man in white robe spoke slowly, making a very hoarse voice.

"Boy, you actually stole my Saint Clan's "Sacred Book of Darkness"?"

"It's not easy! Even the patriarch was hidden from you!"

Hearing this, Jiang Mo's heart turned pale with shock, and his vigilance towards the white-robed old man became even stronger.

Even the patriarch of the ghost clan couldn't see that he had practiced the "Sacred Book of the Nether", but this old man could see it. Doesn't it mean that the opponent's strength is more terrifying than the patriarch of the ghost clan?
Thinking of this, Jiang Mo's breathing slowed down a lot.

The cultivation of the ghost patriarch has already reached the peak of the Great Emperor. If this white-robed old man is stronger than the ghost patriarch, he is probably already at the level of an immortal.

Thinking that what he was facing now was a strong man in the fairyland, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel despair in his heart.

"In any case, even if I die at his hands, I will find a way to destroy this place of inheritance. In this way, it will not be a waste of time." Jiang Mo said secretly in his heart.

However, although Jiang Mo was spotted by the white-robed old man, he did not intend to admit it directly, and wanted to mediate.

"Senior, I was joking. I, Shan Yao, have the blood of the holy clan. Isn't it a legitimate thing to practice the "Sacred Canon of the Netherworld"? Why do you want to learn it secretly?" Jiang Mo said.

The old man in white robe came out from the hanging coffin. He was leaning on a crutch made of human bones in his left hand, and his eyes were like flickering candles.

The old man in white robe said lightly: "You have the blood of the holy clan? Dare you let the old man see?"

The moment his voice fell, the hairs all over Jiang Mo's body stood on end, and a strong sense of danger immediately permeated his whole body.

Swish!
He pushed his speed to the extreme, his body flickered a few times, and then disappeared in place.

At this moment, the crutches of the old man in white robe pierced through the afterimage left by Jiang Mo.

If Jiang Mo hadn't hid fast enough, he might have been pierced through by the old man's crutches by now.

"This old ghost, the speed is terrifying!"

Jiang Mo wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said secretly.

"Boy, your reaction is really fast, but, can you avoid the old man's first attack, can you also avoid the second and third attacks?" The old man in white robe sneered.

Immediately, thousands of identical figures in white robes appeared in this space...

(End of this chapter)