dead child, ghost carrying coffin

The two scourges in the world of Yin and Yang are equally stupid, so the heroic ghost Xin Lianshan didn't understand Zhang Jiao's meaning at all.

Dazed, he nodded and said, "Master Zhang, can you figure out where the blue sarcophagus is?"

"You are amazing!"

Zhang Jiao has a virtuous character, and he always treats his friends with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, he shook his head lightly: "General Xin, you overestimate the impoverished man. That's a blue sarcophagus, the resentment of half the world."

"However, although Pindao can't deduce its specific location, he can feel where it is fighting."

"Go along here, maybe you can find something."

Haogui has always been timid, so he immediately became worried when he heard this.

"Zhang, Master Zhang, the little devil's way of life is low, and he won't be able to help if he fights with a stinky coffin... Why don't you resign first?"

"Retire and go back to the Cuihualou to prepare the celebration banquet. We will eat it when you come back from victory, okay?"

With Zhang Jiao's identity, how could he force others to be difficult, he immediately smiled and nodded in agreement.

But at the same time, the "ship speed" was also accelerated, and it was like lightning.

Seeing this, Haogui had a constipated expression on his face: If he dared to jump at this speed, his pants would explode!

If you don't do it well, you won't even be able to do it, and you'll just fall to pieces...

At this time, in the center of the giant storm above Dongying Honshu Island, Qingniu was confronting two coffins with a pine branch in its mouth.

Qingniu looked older, even his eyes became cloudy, just like our aging parents.

There were more and deeper wounds on his body, and each wound was entangled with resentment, constantly corroding Qingniu's stalwart body all the time.

"Ten Thousand Year Tree God, are you really going to fight us for blood?!"

The voice of the blue sarcophagus is still one of men, women and children, it sounds weird and harsh.

Although Qingniu's eyes are cloudy but firm, his voice is steady and gentle.

"Who is willing to work hard if he can live well? It is Lao Song's wish to just watch the vicissitudes of life."

"It's just that if you hurt Xiao Jiu, the little girl will be sad, alas!"

Seeing that the "negotiation" failed, the blood coffin immediately wanted to make a move.

After all, if he can devour the Ten Thousand Year Tree God, no matter what price he pays, he can accept it!

"Since the tree god must make things difficult for us, why don't we join hands with Qingshi for now?!"

"Suppress, devour!"

The head of the bluestone coffin had a hideous grimace, and after a little thought, he "nodded" in agreement.

"I will take his body and you will eat his soul, but I will return Gonggong's body to me!"

How could the blood coffin of the emperor's body give up so easily, and with a grinning grin, he released a monstrous sea of ​​blood and pounced on the green bull.

"Qingshi, the body of Gonggong, you and I each rely on our own abilities!"

The blue sarcophagus no longer entangled after hearing the words, and he never thought that the blood coffin would "return to its original owner" with just a few words.

With a grinning laugh, the corpses of four ancient ferocious beasts were released, and they all roared and surrounded Songlao.

Seeing this, Qing Niu let out a long cry and threw the pine branch in his mouth into the air, instantly turning into a big tree in the sky.

Sisi "Green Wave" hangs down like a canopy, firmly protecting itself in the middle.

It's a pity that even so, under the constant erosion of the sea of ​​blood and fierce beasts, the green waves gradually became thinner.

Seeing this, Qingniu's eyes were full of concern and reluctance: "Little girl, it seems that the old tree may really not be able to go back, you have to take care of yourself."

After thinking about it, there is a long cry, like a cow's cry like rolling thunder.

I saw the green bull suddenly speeding up, bringing the suspended green pine, and ramming towards the blue sarcophagus without hesitation.

After all, he lost Gong Gong's combat body and is now in a period of weakness.

The blue sarcophagus obviously doesn't want to fight Lao Song desperately, lest the snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's benefit.

One dodged behind the blood coffin, and continued to control four fierce beasts to besiege the green bull.

How could the blood coffin fail to see the intention of the blue sarcophagus, but it didn't show it, it just set off a monstrous wave of blood and turned into a blood wall to block in front of him.

In the bloody wall, there are all kinds of prehistoric beasts struggling and roaring, as if they would break through the wall at any time.

"Tree God, I'll give you another chance: if you're willing to turn your sword into a jade now, you can turn around and leave."

"Qingshi and I will never stop, how about it?!"

Qingniu didn't speak, just shook his head slowly.

Then he accelerated again, and slammed into the blood wall without hesitation, even ignoring the four fierce beasts that kept biting him.

The blood coffin obviously didn't expect Elder Song to be so decisive, and he didn't have time to strengthen the blood wall if he was careless.

Amidst the loud bang, the wall of blood shattered, and Qing Niu's head was bleeding.

But even so, it is still impossible for Qingniu to stop—or nothing in this world can stop him.

In the astonished eyes of the blood coffin, he slammed into it heavily.

The crowing of the cow is dull, the horns of the cow are broken; the blood coffin is howling, and the resentment is pouring out...