My wife is a sword god

In the cave, Qian Kui returned to the huge suspended coffin.

The seal of the Nine-Chain Coffin only had the last chain left, and according to the time, it was the last moment to unlock it.

He opened his right hand and wiped the thick chain in the air.

With a click, the last chain fell apart, and the only blood-colored pattern left on the surface of the coffin also dissipated.

Bang!

Bang bang!

A strong and powerful beating sound.

The terrible aura surged out of the coffin, followed by a roar.

The coffin board soared into the sky and broke into pieces in the sky, but the strange thing was that the coffin clearly lost the last support, but it still floated in the air.

A palm that looked like a human, but with longer nails, pressed on one side of the coffin.

Then a figure slowly sat up, with long gray hair, a pale face, and dark eyes without whites.

His clothes had long been tattered, revealing solid muscles.

Although he had turned into a corpse ghost, his flesh and blood had not dried up, but was as full as before.

On his exposed chest, a lifelike tiger head pattern was very conspicuous.

He was Yang Mang, the leader of the bandit army Tiger Head Barbarians, and a master of the third rank of Shenwu in his lifetime.

Qian Kui's tone was a little surprised: "Although my master was a little stupid, the seal of this nine-chain coffin, coupled with the method of raising corpses with dead air, did restore your powerful body.

Now, although you can no longer exert your energy, you have awakened your innate magical powers after turning into a corpse ghost, and your strength has improved further than before."

Yang Mang turned his head and looked at Qian Kui without responding.

In those dark eyes, a violent spirit was brewing.

"I have fulfilled my previous promise, and now it's your turn." Qian Kui stretched out his palm and said again: "Give me that scale."

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Mang in the coffin disappeared, and his figure instantly appeared in front of Qian Kui.

The broad palm pressed on the ghost face, and Qiangui flew out backwards like a kite with a broken string, sinking heavily into the rock wall.

A cold voice came from Yang Mang's mouth: "No one can order me. The reason why I didn't kill you at the first time is that I just think you are still useful."

The strength in his hand continued to increase, and the head with the ghost face was constantly deforming.

As long as he exerted more force, Qiangui's head would break like a watermelon!

But at this moment, he turned around, and a figure emerged from the rock wall where there should have been nothing. It turned out to be Qiangui!

Looking at the person under his palm, he turned into a ball of rotten meat in a moment.

"The substitute method of the puppet corpse is a boring trick."

"Although it is a trick, it's useful." Qiangui said so, and then raised the scales in his hand.

It turned out that he was attacked deliberately just now, and the purpose was to seize the scales on Yang Mang's body.

Because he knew that with the other party's character, it would be absolutely impossible for him to hand over the item as agreed.

Yang Mang found that he was being fooled, and the black death energy burst out from his body.

He raised his right hand and pointed his finger. The attack formed by the death energy surged out like thunder.

This attack was so powerful that the hard cave rock wall turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye, and the whole Shuliang City trembled!

When the dust and smoke dissipated, Yang Mang looked forward, but found that the other party's figure had disappeared.

In the void, Qian Kui's voice sounded: "I said, this scale is useless to you. Before leaving, I might as well tell you another news. Twelve Gods are rushing here."

As the voice fell, there was no more breath of Qian Kui around.

"God?" Yang Mang heard the words and snorted coldly.

He wanted more death energy!

He took a deep breath and found the place with the heaviest breath of the living in Shuliang City in an instant. In just a moment, he disappeared into the night.

"You can greatly reduce the pain by fixing his body like this." Qin Feng ordered.

"Thank you." The injured demon slayer felt much less pain after receiving treatment, and was sincerely grateful.

"You're welcome."

Bang!

Just at this moment, a strong tremor came, and the whole restaurant shook.

"What's going on?" The people in the restaurant became panicked and looked outside the building.

But the doors and windows were closed tightly, and only a few candles were lit in the restaurant. It was extremely dark. How could they know what was happening outside?

Cang Feilan, who was guarding the door, suddenly frowned, and Qin Feng's heart beat wildly for no reason.

He could feel that a terrifying oppression was approaching, and something was coming!

Bang!

There was a roar in his ears, and the restaurant was smashed by an unknown force, and the broken stones, wood chips and rubble flew, and the people screamed.

Qin Feng did not dare to neglect it when he saw it, and his righteousness gathered, and the Haotian Mirror took shape.

The white mirror was like a barrier, resisting most of the damage for the people in the restaurant.

When the storm gradually subsided, Qin Feng looked up.

The restaurant had been destroyed in the middle, completely exposed. A figure stood in the air, overlooking them.

The pale face, dark eyes, and the aura on his body made people shudder.

Qin Feng saw the tiger head pattern on the other party's chest, his eyes widened, and he had already guessed the other party's identity in his mind - Yang Mang!

"Who are you?" Although the demon slayer guarding the restaurant was afraid in his heart, he still asked with all his strength.

"Be careful!" Qin Feng reminded.

Then, a few drops of rain fell on everyone's faces.

The people touched the raindrops in a daze, and looked at their palms in the weak light. What caught their eyes was a shocking red!

Looking at the demon slayer who asked the question earlier, his upper body had long disappeared.

Only a trace of scarlet mark appeared on the corner of Yang Mang's mouth!

Some people were so scared that they lost their minds, and some screamed hysterically, resounding through the night sky.

"Too noisy." The cold words came out, and the screaming people were instantly quiet.

It was just the blood-red rain that sprinkled the restaurant.

Seeing this scene, no one dared to make a sound. Even if they were extremely scared, they covered their mouths and tried their best to restrain their inner fear.

"Wen Shengdao?" Yang Mang looked at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng also looked at the other party with a solemn expression. The other party's terrifying strength was no less than the group of people who invaded Jinyang City at the beginning!

Cang Feilan flashed in front of Qin Feng and was on full alert.

Yang Mang glanced at him and said with interest: "You smell familiar, different from ordinary people.

Is it a treasure that blocks breath?

I have smelled this smell before. It is a high existence, flying in the sky, overlooking all living things.

You are a dragon."

Cang Feilan's pale blue eyes suddenly widened, and Qin Feng looked at her in surprise.

Before he finished speaking.

At the border of the night sky, a red light broke through the air with an unmatched momentum!

The realm laid by Qian Kui was shattered like a mirror under a gun.

And the red light did not slow down, cutting through the night, and actually sank into Yang Mang's chest, knocking him out!

Almost at the same time, a figure followed.

Dressed in green and a black cloak.

Qin Feng saw the person coming and widened his eyes. It was the Lord Gun Immortal!