After being wronged and rehabilitated

Xiang Chongjing was more afraid of the dragon in front of him than the silly snow wolf.

After all, Xiang Chongjing personally sealed this evil dragon back then.

Xiang Chongjing compares his heart with his heart, the evil dragon's hatred at this time should not be much worse than his own towards Su Cansheng.

Xiang Chongjing felt that he could still keep the same dog, so he tried to phrase: "Calm down, we will close the coffin and talk about it slowly. That snow wolf wants to kill me, your life and mine are tied, if I do it easily Died at the hands of a wolf cub..."

As he spoke, the snake shadow that had been wandering on Xiang Chongjing's face finally slowly crawled to the center of his eyebrows, bent like a dragon's fine lines and remained motionless.

That's the seal that seals the evil dragon.

If Xiang Chongjing dies tragically, the evil dragon will also be seriously injured.

The evil dragon also understood the meaning of Xiang Chongjing's words, his pupils shrank slightly, and he said solemnly: "Are you threatening me?"

Xiang Chongjing was very shameless and stretched out two fingers to make a gesture: "It's just a discussion, it's just a little threat, that's all."

Evil Dragon: "..."

Before the evil dragon could think about it, the snow wolf had already pounced in front of him.

Xiang Chongjing, who was still daring to "threat" the evil dragon just now, suddenly changed color, and a look of panic appeared on his face, almost scrambling to run towards the evil dragon, looking like he was so frightened that he lost his mind and panicked.

The evil dragon was also stunned for a moment, this was the first time in the past 60 years that he was so frightened when he saw this hateful double mirror.

Is that snow wolf so scary?

Thinking about it, the evil dragon finally moved its frightening vertical pupils away from Xiang Chongjing's body, and looked coldly at the roaring snow wolf.

Snow Wolf was all thinking about grabbing the mirror back, and didn't even notice the huge dragon body around him. At this moment, a line of sight came over him, and he instinctively froze, turning his gaze to the two huge " lantern".

The dragon's eyes were cold, and the vertical pupils seemed to be lined up like countless sword blades. With just one glance, the majestic Snow Wolf's pupils shrank into vertical pupils, his four claws trembled violently, and he knelt heavily on the ground with a plop, facing the dragon's Fang Xiang lowered his head deeply.

——Even the tail drooped limply, and Wang didn't dare to bark anymore.

The snow wolf with the size of a small mountain is not as big as half the body of the giant dragon, and the coercion from the depths of his blood makes him unable to stand up under the aura of the giant dragon.

The giant dragon breathed out a breath and sneered.

It's just a little wolf cub, so it's okay to be scared into that kind of ghost?

The giant dragon was about to find Xiang Chongjing to taunt him, when suddenly he seemed to realize something, and when he turned his gaze, he saw that Xiang Chong Jing, whose legs were weak from fright just now, had already boldly stepped on the dragon's foot He rushed to the side of the white jade coffin.

Xiang Chongjing rested on the Dinghun coffin with one hand, the horror on that hateful face had long since disappeared, instead it was full of deceptive smiles.

He could have escaped into the soul-fixing coffin without making a sound, but he waited until the evil dragon looked over, and then he blinked slyly, his eyes were full of pride and showing off, very hateful.

Xiang Zhongjing said with a smile on Yan Yan: "Gu Sangeng, I will remember the grace of saving my life."

Evil Dragon: "..."

The evil dragon narrowed its pupils and uttered angrily: "Xiang Chongjing—"

巨龙的龙尾猛地一甩，朝着相重镜那张明靡绝艳又欠揍的笑脸上袭去，恨不得将他生生砸得入土为安。

Xiang Chongjing didn't hesitate at all, with his hands on the Dinghu coffin, the adult's body changed silently in an instant.

Almost in a breath, Xiang Chongjing quickly changed from an adult to a childish boy, and then to a childish milk doll, and finally turned into a stream of light just before the dragon's tail hit, directly following the gap of the soul-fixing coffin Drilled in.

A loud bang.

The dragon's tail slammed hard on Bai Yushi's coffin.

The coffin was a spiritual weapon from somewhere, and it was so strong that even the dragon's angry blow failed to damage it a bit.

Only a palm-sized puppet suddenly landed on the place where the mirror disappeared, and the engraved puppet charm was faintly exposed on its body.

The giant dragon probably had never been tricked like this before, and it was so angry that it swung its tail on the coffin again. The aroused movement almost scared the beasts in Fangyuan's book and ran away, but the coffin still didn't even have a scratch.

"Phase mirror—"

The evil dragon will only be free for half a moment at the third watch of the day, and the time of this toss has passed silently.

Finally, the evil dragon glared at the hateful coffin and the hideous red shadow that could be vaguely seen inside, and reluctantly disappeared in place.

Next time I get the chance, I will definitely eat him with the bones!

The evil dragon left, and the snow wolf, who was lying on the ground cowardly and intimidated by the coercion, fell on the ground, and only tried to raise his head after a long time.

There was already nothing around, only countless black shadows slowly crawling along the Ding Hun Coffin, soon wrapping the coffin into darkness.

Snow Wolf was stunned for a moment, and then realized why they couldn't find the coffin after searching for two days. It turned out that it was covered.

Xuelang walked around the coffin a few times, not knowing how to open it, squatting on the ground thinking for a long time, and suddenly realized.

"Master is very powerful, he must know how to open it!"

***

Xiang Chongjing, whose soul had returned to the Dinghun coffin, fell into a deep sleep for a while before opening his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath as if he was having a nightmare, and coughing hard for a long time before he finally recovered.

Xiang Chongjing moved his hand away, there was still a trace of blood on his lips, and the gap between his long and slender fingers was full of freshly coughed up blood.

The two clusters of ghostly fires on the side had long been used to it, and they were almost buried in his palm excitedly. The flames turned into a thread and spun several times around the knuckle-shaped hand.

After reverting to Youhuo again, the bloodstains on the palm had been transpired by the flames into blood beads and dissipated in the air.

The soul-fixing coffin is not as narrow as an ordinary coffin, and the heavy mirror can be rolled around in it. He sat up and coughed again, then closed his eyes and sneaked into the inner palace with his spiritual consciousness.

There are many broken meridians in his body, and blood oozes when he activates his spiritual power. An ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator can recover from his injuries as long as he activates his Nascent Soul spiritual power, even without medicine.

Although the Nascent Soul in Xiang Chongjing's inner mansion is still there, it is already dimmed. On the Nascent Soul villain, there is still a sleeping black dragon indistinctly messy and messy - it is the giant dragon Yuanshen who was still showing off its might just now.

Although this dragon was sealed by him, it also indirectly trapped his Nascent Soul to death, and he couldn't use any spiritual power - if he didn't break the seal, he would just be a mortal with a longer lifespan.

Xiang Chongjing withdrew his consciousness, sighed, stretched out his hand to stroke the You Huo beside him casually, and talked to Huo absent-mindedly to relieve boredom.

"Fortunately, Gu Sangeng's stupid dragon is easy to deceive, otherwise today will be very unlucky."

You Huo couldn't speak, but he could understand what he meant, and rubbed against him affectionately.

Xiang Chongjing sighed, looked up at the dense magic circle on the top of the coffin.

——That is, these cumbersome magic circles trapped him to death in the soul-fixing coffin. Over the years, he could only use the puppet talisman to make the soul free for a moment.

"The last puppet talisman and spiritual power are all used up, and the secret realm is only open for one month. During this period, unless someone removes the coffin, we will be trapped here for another 60 years."

The more Xiang Chongjing talked, the more he sighed, feeling that the future of getting out of the secret realm was as slim as a pinprick.

At this moment, You Huo suddenly jumped, and then the coffin, which had not moved for 60 years, suddenly moved slightly.

Xiang Chong was taken aback for a moment, and looked out through the white jade.

It was pitch black outside, and nothing could be seen.

Suddenly, the Soul-fixing coffin shook violently, as if someone was moving it.

Xiang Chongjing suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Soon his premonition became true, the white jade sarcophagus flew up from the ground, and countless shadow-like hands holding the coffin on the ground were directly broken by the huge force, and the screams resounded throughout the random graveyard.

The coffin was lifted, and the heavy mirror inside fell to the side unexpectedly, and the person and the coffin were lifted into the air. The feeling of weightlessness hit him instantly, which made him almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Rolling in a coffin and hitting my head.

Hearing the faint howling of wolves outside the coffin, Xiang Chongjing suddenly had a bad premonition.

That stupid wolf, wouldn't want to transport him, including the coffin, to Su Cansheng's side? !