The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

The heads of the Shicha Nine-Headed Demon all turned around. Ming Fan touched his nose, and what was in his heart came out.

Sure enough, when a person enters the water, his brain will be deprived of oxygen and become dull.

Ming Fan pointed to the coffin beside him, with a hint of calculation flashing in his eyes: "It's not impossible to let me in, but..."

He stopped and saw that the expressions on the nine heads of the nine-headed demon were still normal, so he continued.

"After I go in, you can't go to the shore to cause trouble for those monks."

Ming Fan slapped his head: "Oh, not just you, but also those fat-headed fish, green-haired and white-haired sea monsters and all the sea monsters behind them are not allowed to go to the Nine Nether Sea."

This Shicha nine-headed demon is so big and can speak human words. Its cultivation level is probably on par with that of Yuanying monks. Originally, Ming Fan had little chance of winning when negotiating terms with it.

Monsters are moody, that's their nature.

Monsters that are usually speechless are still violent, not to mention such overlords who can harm one party.

They are different from human monks, and their boundaries are based on whether they can speak human words.

As long as those who can speak, except for those monster beasts who are naturally gifted with words, the rest of them have cultivation levels comparable to those of Golden Core monks.

And a beast with a notorious reputation like the Shicha Nine-Headed Demon would cause a major disaster if it wanted to.

Ming Fan looked at the nine-headed demon calmly. Now, she had a slight chance of winning.

The fact that the nine-headed demon didn't kill her right away is the best proof. Even if they went to great lengths to capture her, doesn't that still mean something?

The current situation is that they don't like her but they can't kill her.

Whichever of the two benefits is more important, and whichever of the two evils is the lesser. In this case, she naturally wants to negotiate some conditions.

"Are you threatening me?" The Shicha Nine-Headed Demon's eyes narrowed dangerously, and its eight legs swung impatiently.

Ming Fan chuckled, glanced at the coffin as if unintentionally, and placed his hand on his pubic area.

"How can I? I am teaching you how to do things."

The Shicha Nine-Headed Demon choked, how shameless, he openly stated his plan so confidently.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't agree." Ming Fan grinned, "I'm quite busy. Lord Yama is still waiting for me."

Shilong: "6"

Shicha Nine-Headed Demon: "Haha."

It was the first time she saw someone actively seeking death. Her expression was like she was still waiting for him to praise her for her courage.

It endures!

The Shicha nine-headed demon shook its nine heads, agreeing with what she said.

Ming Fan glanced at the dark coffin mouth, without hesitation, he held the edge of the coffin with his hands, stepped over, turned over and jumped in.

No matter what the hell is down there, it's better than facing those nine big heads up there.

She is not afraid of ghosts, and ghosts have never hurt her at all. She is afraid of demons... because they are so ugly!

Ming Fan put her arms on the ground to steady her body, while several stone dragons carried the coffin board back and covered her with care.

Silence returned below, Ming Fan stretched out his hand and used the red flame core fire to illuminate the surroundings.

Inside was a dark stone wall, but it was unusually clean. Ming Fan reached out and pushed the coffin board above, but it couldn't be pushed.

There are steps under his feet, leading to an even darker distance. Now that they have come, Ming Fan takes steps and walks towards the distance.

It's dark. The things inside must have been suffocated by the coffin boards long ago.

Ming Fan secretly thought to herself that she didn't feel a trace of evil power in it.

In this regard, she has three inferences:

First, the things inside have long been wiped out over the years.

Second, the things inside are not evil.

Three is very clear. Both of the above points are possible.

Ming Fan walked slowly for an unknown amount of time. When he came to the end of the steps, a dark coffin came into view.

"..."

Let her play with matryoshka dolls here, right?

Ming Fan took three steps at a time and walked to the black coffin.

A coffin within a coffin is rare. This kind of ceremony proves that the person in the coffin is a dragon or a phoenix.

She had entered many graves in her previous life, but not many of this size.

Ming Fan pondered for a moment, counted out a few formulas in his hand, and finally typed them on the black coffin.

The Shicha nine-headed demon outside kept shouting for her to sacrifice, but the real owner was sleeping inside. As a person who knows etiquette and knows how to advance and retreat, it would be rude to go any further.

Well, then just blow up the coffin.

The black coffin burst into pieces with a bang. It was obvious that the inner layer was not as strong as the outer layer.

Ming Fan smacked his lips. She had used [-]% of her strength just now, and ordinary bones would have been smashed into smithereens.

In the black coffin, a jet-black figure rolled down. The figure gradually grew out of the coffin, and unexpectedly... turned into a ten-foot-long worm.

Ming Fan narrowed his eyes, ah, it's Dalong.

No one else would ever see a dragon, but she saw it just like that?

Although it is a dead dragon, who says that a dead dragon is not a dragon.

Ming Fan now misses Lin Wanshu and Mu. If they were here, this dead dragon would have been skinned and cramped by them long ago and taken into custody.

So, what did she come down here for?

Ah, yes, that nine-headed demon asked her to sacrifice. Ming Fan blinked and remembered his original intention of coming down.

He reached out and poked Molong's corpse. She couldn't sacrifice it, but she could show it to him.

Ming Fan walked to Mo Long's body, looked at the closed longan and made up his mind, this is a good thing.

If Shicha Nine-Headed Demon knew that his home was robbed after he put her down, I wonder if he would be mad to death.

"You're back."

A gentle voice sounded from behind Ming Fan. Ming Fan turned around and saw a shadow behind him, staring at him in surprise.

"..."

Embarrassed, she put her hand in front of Mo Long's corpse and pulled back the hand that was about to pick out her eyes.

"you are?"

"You don't know me anymore?"

He said this as if she should know him.

"I, I am Long Yuan, master!"

This call of master completely put Ming Fan out of control. She didn't have such an eldest son, no, he was a spiritual beast.

The Molong corpse in front of him must be him.

But unfortunately, she was not interested at all in how he died or how he became like this.

Long Yuan looked at Ming Fan's indifferent look and couldn't help but feel a little at a loss.

Every time the master does this, it means he has done something wrong again.

Long Yuan floated over and wanted to grab Ming Fan's sleeve, but was pinned to the spot by her look.

"Wait, don't come over."

Long Yuan was stunned. They hadn't seen each other for hundreds of years. She couldn't remember him at all...

Ming Fan was thinking about something else at this time. After thinking about it, he realized that what she was wearing was indeed a serious fairy tale.

Except for the unscrupulous Mingluan and her men, everyone else can be regarded as a pretty good tool.

But now... Ming Fan glanced at the dragon soul in front of her, and things became weird. Long Yuan's twists and turns gave her goosebumps.

No, at least it shouldn't be.

Ming Fan collected his thoughts and met Long Yuan's eyes: "Is this how you treat your master?"