Invincible Yin Yang System

"This, is this Death's Coffin?" Mingyue was also frightened by this astonishing scene, and said somewhat uncertainly.

Zhang Jianfeng looked at her and asked, "What is the coffin of souls?"

"Legend is an evil weapon specially used to collect souls. Ordinary souls cannot stay in the world for a long time, but legends have a way to preserve human souls forever, and that is the coffin of souls. Once collected by the coffin of souls, The soul will never disappear, never be lost or destroyed. It will never escape from it, and it is impossible to enter the Yin Division and reincarnate."

As Mingyue was speaking, a burst of white gas floated from the top of the Death's Coffin, then rose upwards and spread out in all directions.

After a while, Zhang Jianfeng saw that each puff of white smoke was carrying a soul, which was slowly put into the soul-gathering coffin.

The souls inside scattered like frightened schools of fish.

Afterwards, the newcomer's soul merged into one.

Peace returned to the coffin.

Zhang Jianfeng really couldn't imagine what to use such a large number of souls for.

Even when he was killed, he didn't expect such a terrible secret to be hidden in the depths of this building.

He was about to turn around and wanted to take Luo Yao away.

Suddenly, at some point, there was a black figure standing behind Luo Yao.

Just as he was about to reach out to grab Luo Yao, the black shadow snatched Luo Yao away first, took a few steps back, and instantly distanced himself from Zhang Jianfeng.

A black shadow slowly emerged behind Luo Yao's real body.

It was a stooped old man.

Wearing a dark robe, bent over, his face is covered with ravine-like wrinkles.Fingers like withered claws tightly grasped Luo Yao's neck, and there was a sly look in his eyes, looking at Zhang Jianfeng coldly.

"Stinky boy, if the old man's guess is correct, you are the Zhang Jianfeng who ruined my good deeds several times." The old man spoke first.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jianfeng also guessed his identity.

"Old man, are you the elder Wang Guodong of the Blood Mist Gate?"

The old man nodded slightly, hid his body behind Luo Yao, and said, "That's right, it's the old man. I didn't expect to meet you here for the first time in this way today."

When Zhang Jianfeng heard that the other party was Wang Guodong, he calmed down instead.

He couldn't be more clear about the average IQ of the Blood Mist Gate.

Since this old man is an elder of the Blood Mist Gate, even if he is not dementia, he probably will not be much taller than the previous group of people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jianfeng also had a rough plan.

You can't treat him as a human being, it's right to treat him as a fool.

"Old man, since you know me, I'm afraid you know a lot about Brother Feng's glorious deeds. Let him go quickly, and I will try not to embarrass you too much, lest you say that I bullied the old man, okay?"

Wang Guodong sneered, as if he didn't pay much attention to Zhang Jianfeng's words.

"Stinky boy, your tone is not small, the old man wants to see how you want to embarrass me."

Hey, this smelly old man eats soft but not hard.

How can you be as virtuous as the elder Ma from before, you have to have Brother Feng to make you feel comfortable, right?

"I don't know if you still remember the elder Ma from your blood mist gate."

"What do you mean?"

"Elder Ma was killed by me. No, I forced him to die. I advise you to take care of yourself and don't force your brother Feng to be ruthless, otherwise, it will be another dog's life at that time."

When Wang Guodong heard this, he burst out laughing.

"Elder Ma, that old thing is worthless in front of this old man. If you are obsessed with his sorcery every day, you won't be able to become a great weapon at all."

When Zhang Jianfeng heard this, he immediately felt sorry for Elder Ma.

"Hey, I don't like it when you say it. What's wrong with Elder Ma? If someone dedicates himself to his art, what are you? You have great ambitions and goals? Spread positive energy and become the new China You're such a good young man? I'll make you feel ashamed."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to see this girl's soul being absorbed into the coffin of dead souls, just kneel on the ground and catch her without a fight, waiting for disposal."

Wang Guodong knew that Zhang Jianfeng was full of tricks, so he deliberately took Luo Yao as a hostage this time.

As long as he has a trump card in his hand, he is not afraid of this brat playing tricks.

Luo Yao tried desperately to struggle, but as soon as the old man caught her, she felt her body was limp and unable to exert all her strength.

"Zhang Jianfeng, leave me alone. As long as you can bring this guy to justice, I will die without regret."

"You don't need to tell me, I know it too. I didn't want to save you at all."

Luo Yao smiled at him, which made Zhang Jianfeng feel very uncomfortable.

"Thank you."

Wang Guodong couldn't wait any longer, and with his other hand, he summoned a cloud of black air, which turned into a dagger and placed it on Luo Yao's neck.

"The old man only counts to three times. Once the three times come, this girl will definitely die."

"Kneel as you say, I don't want to lose face."

"One"

"Let's see if I will blow your dog's head off."

"two"

"If you kill me, you can kill me. I don't care about my business. She is not my wife."

"three"

As soon as the words finished, Luo Yao closed her eyes in satisfaction, just as Wang Guodong's knife was about to pierce her neck.

With a plop, Zhang Jianfeng fell to his knees and kept apologizing: "I was wrong, I was too arrogant just now. Don't, don't, even if it's not my wife, I can't just die by your hands like this."

"You should have been like this earlier, it made the atmosphere so tense."

"My fault, my fault, don't be mad, don't be mad"

Zhang Jianfeng kept waving his hands, telling Wang Guodong not to be impulsive.

Now Luo Yao is not his wife.But who knows what will happen next.

In case she changes her mind in the future and is stabbed to death by you now, I don't want to be a widow for the rest of my life.

Kneeling and begging for mercy is certainly not Zhang Jianfeng's usual style.

However, now that I don't even have a bargaining chip in my hand, it would be too dangerous for Luo Yao to act rashly.

Is there anything to bluff this stinky old man?

He raised his head slightly, and saw Mingyue pointing at his back mischievously as if guessing his thoughts.

Zhang Jianfeng turned his head to look, and was overjoyed, that's right, why did he forget this thing.

He knelt on the ground, rubbing his legs against the ground, and stepped back a little bit.

When Wang Guodong paid attention, Zhang Jianfeng had already retreated under the Soul Gathering Coffin.

Just as Wang Guodong was about to say what it was, Zhang Jianfeng jumped up and slapped the coffin of souls with one hand. The souls inside seemed to be frightened and fled in all directions.

Wang Guodong's face turned green immediately.

Dire green.

He never dreamed that Zhang Jianfeng would actually play such a dirty trick.

After all his calculations, he was finally overthrown by this brat.

"What do you want to do?"

"What do you think? Come on, come on, I don't want to talk nonsense anymore, I'll count one, two, three, let's do it together, okay?"

"Don't touch the old man's coffin of dead souls."

"Don't touch my future wife either."