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Wan Jie has actually found the coffin of Master Jiugong. It has to be said that this monk's ability is somewhat beyond Wang Huai's imagination.

Even Wang Huai just sent Brother Pingtou to find the coffin.

"Before I go to find the coffin of Master Jiugong, I want to see the people of Wan Jianzong." Wang Huai said.

Because Wan Jianzong is also one of the nine branches of the Qingming Empire, Jian Potian is good to Wang Huai, so if possible, Wang Huai wants to do his best to save a few people from Wan Jianzong.

"There's no need to go. I went to see both Wanjianzong and Danshen Palace. The Danshen Palace accepts Ling Chen's inheritance. There is no accident. For such a good thing, Ling Chen must be the first to rush up. At that time, the Danshen Palace There are only five people left in the palace, and it is unclear how many are still alive; as for Wan Jianzong, the one who accepted the inheritance was a stranger, and that guy seemed to know that accepting the inheritance was risky, so he asked everyone else to leave before accepting the inheritance. , I don’t know whether to say he has brains or no brains.” Wan Jie laughed.

Hearing what Wan Jie said, Wang Huai breathed a sigh of relief. If all the members of Wan Jianzong died, Wang Huai would feel a little guilty, even though it had nothing to do with him.

"Then go directly to the coffin of Master Jiugong." Wang Huai said.

Wang Huai made a decision, neither Di Cang nor the members of Ziyan's family seemed to have any objections. Unknowingly, they seemed to have regarded the weakest Wang Huai as their backbone.

Led by Wan Jie, the group went round and round for a long time, and finally, a fiery red light appeared in front of them, as if they had stepped out of the mausoleum and seen the sun.

"Is this the exit?" Di Cang asked.

Wan Jie shook his head, "No, this is the center of the entire Martial Emperor's Tomb, or strictly speaking, this is the center of the Holy Emperor's Tomb. The coffin of the Holy Emperor, Master Jiugong, is here."

The group of people held their breath, restrained their aura, and slowly walked towards the light.

Passing through the light, the group of people seemed to have entered another space.

Looking at the scene in front of them, whether it was Wang Huai or everyone in Ziyan's family, they couldn't help being amazed.

In front of them, there was a circular area about half the size of a football field, surrounded by almost vertical cliffs. Nine chains made of unknown materials hung from the cliffs, and finally intersected at the very center to fix them. Lived in a hanging coffin.

The whole body of the hanging coffin was dark red, exuding a strong yin energy, which made people feel chills on their backs just by looking at it.

However, this is not the weirdest thing yet. The most unimaginable thing is that under the hanging coffin, the area half the size of a football field is not a flat ground, but an area exuding a strong hot breath and a fiery red In the bright crater, the magma inside is constantly tumbling, as if it will rush out at any time and swallow everything here.

Wang Huai and the others involuntarily retracted their legs, because at this moment, they found themselves standing on the edge of the crater.

"It's a volcano again. Isn't it too uncreative for the various holy places in the ancient martial arts world?" Wang Huai smiled wryly. Back then, the Qingming Tower was also a volcano in the Qingming Holy Land, but now it is actually a volcano again. Look at it. The crustal movement in the ancient martial world is also very powerful, and there are volcanoes everywhere.

A hanging coffin with a threatening yin energy was suspended above the crater by nine chains, one yin and one yang, perfectly checking and balancing each other.

"That's the coffin of Immortal Jiugong. Its yin energy is extremely heavy, but there is a volcano just below it, and his yin and cold air is almost completely absorbed by the volcano, so it can be sealed here for thousands of years." Wan Jie said.

"It's a good idea to use the heat of the volcano to seal the yin qi of Daoist Jiugong, because whether it is using Xuanjing or other energy sources, it is almost impossible to be inexhaustible. Sooner or later, it will be exhausted. There are volcanoes, which can last for hundreds of millions of years." Wang Huai sighed.

"That's right, the heat of the volcano sealed the coffin of Master Jiugong. On the contrary, the cold power of Master Jiugong's coffin also suppressed the eruption of the volcano. It can be said that they check and balance each other. But if one party is out of balance, it will probably cause disastrous results. Small consequences." Wan Jie said.

"Today, we seem to be here to break this balance." Wang Huai smiled wryly.

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Wang Huai was still talking to Wan Jie, when he suddenly felt a strong and dangerous aura rushing towards him.

"Be careful!" Wan Jie reminded, Wang Huai himself also reacted, turned around and raised his hand, and Fu Xijian slashed.

With a sound of "Boom", Wang Huai retreated three or four steps before he stood still. He took a closer look and saw a familiar figure standing on the opposite side of the crater. He was the one who attacked Wang Huai just now.

"Xiao Yi!" Wang Huai smiled faintly, "Long time no see."

Opposite Wang Huai, directly under one of the chains, Xiao Yi in a black robe stood there with a murderous look on his face.

"Wang Huai, you didn't get the inheritance?" Xiao Yi asked sullenly.

Sure enough, it was discovered, and Wang Huai smiled wryly, "Yeah, because I didn't want to kill my wife for the inheritance, so I didn't get it. I envy you."

Hearing Wang Huai's words, Xiao Yi's face became more murderous, "I will kill you."

For Xiao Yi, Wang Huai was the only one who knew that he had killed his wife and brother, so Wang Huai had to die.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to kill." Wang Huai said calmly.

"His life is mine."

At this moment, another figure appeared under another chain, also looking at Wang Huai.

"Jun Mowen!" Wang Huai glanced at the other party, his face still calm.

"Count me in." The third person appeared, the Xiao family, Xiao Junfei, also wanted to kill Wang Bad.

"And me." The fourth person, Dan Shen Gong, Ling Chen.

"I'll go, your character is good enough, just a few random people want to kill you." Wan Jie said indifferently.

"Thank you for the compliment. In theory, this should not be all." Wang Huai replied.

Sure enough, the few remaining people who had obtained the inheritance also came out one after another, Han Zhan from the Han family, Zi Yanqiu from the Ziyan family, Xue Liufeng from the Soul Palace, and a strange face from Wan Jianzong and Capricornus.

Wang Huai glanced at Xue Liufeng. At this time, he appeared alone. The people from the Soul Hall who were with him before had disappeared, and Wang Huai could probably guess where they went.

Feeling Wang Huai's gaze, Xue Liufeng dodged a little. In short, he didn't dare to look at Wang Huai, just like a child who did something wrong and dared not look into his parents' eyes.

"Everyone is here, and soon we can untie the Jiugong Formation and gain freedom, but before that, I think we should get rid of a black sheep."

It was Xiao Yi who spoke. Among all the people, he should be the one who misses Wang Necrosis the most, and as one of the Four Great Talents, his words carry enough weight.

"Wang Huai, are you going to stand up and kill yourself, or should we do it?" Xiao Yi looked at Wang Huai and asked.

"That's right, Wang Huai must be killed." Ling Chen also said.

Wang Huai stood there, glanced at everyone, and said with a faint smile, "Who are there who want my life?"