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The rain was pouring and rustling.

It was getting late quickly.

The city is pitch black, and even the night market has disappeared.

Inside a secluded inn.

Four silhouettes of people wearing quilts and hats, carrying a large pitch-black coffin, suddenly walked out of the back door of the inn, walking hurriedly towards the distance.

Behind these four people, they secretly followed the two, one body turned into rain and mist, the other turned into blue smoke, both of which were sent by Qi Yun to protect them secretly.

In addition, Qi Yun himself had already left the inn and appeared in a tavern not far from the residence of the Six Kings.

He was drinking quietly by the window on the second floor, and the power of divine consciousness had long been extended, closely monitoring the pitch-black coffin and the residence of the Six Kings.

Here, it is only about 100 meters away from the residence of the Six Kings.

With his divine consciousness, the entire Six Kings Mansion, except for some individual areas, was all under his supervision.

With such a short distance, he will definitely be able to control the three magic weapons.

This is a brilliant strategy that he finally thought of.

With the minds of those six kings, do not believe that they are interested in the corpses of the ancestors of the slayer...

Qi Yun continued to sip the wine, while monitoring, while thinking about other things.

Two other bubbles appeared in the crystal tower.

But the identities of these two people are a bit weird...

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The four puppets carried the coffin and walked through the streets. They were fast in the pouring rain and soon appeared in front of an inconspicuous mansion.

The two people who followed secretly, seeing the four people successfully arrived, didn't stay too much, and immediately turned around and went back and disappeared.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A puppet came forward and knocked on the door.

Squeak!

The door opened, and a figure of a middle-aged guard appeared, with a long knife on his waist, his face indifferent, and his eyes shot at them.

"My lord, my master asked us to give this thing to your highness!"

Said the puppet.

"Come in!"

The middle-aged guard said indifferently.

"Yes, my lord!"

The puppeteer responded, turned his head and continued to lift the coffin, and walked out towards the mansion.

In the entire mansion, there was a groan, and many buildings collapsed.

Inside the collapsed building, the stench was billowing, and the yellow and turbid things gathered together. With the rain flowing, it was so disgusting and disgusting...

The four puppets carried the coffin and went all the way, after crossing several corridors and courtyards, they finally came to the depths of the mansion.

In the depths of this mansion, there seems to be an enchantment influence.

The rain stopped here.

The entire small courtyard is clean, tidy, and filled with red lanterns. There is a quiet and tranquil atmosphere...

The four puppets came all the way to the courtyard.

"Let it go!"

The middle-aged guard said in a low voice.

"Yes, my lord!"

The bodies of the four puppets stopped and gently placed the coffin in the courtyard.

The middle-aged guard narrowed his eyes, swept deeply towards the four of them, and sneered: "Puppeteer? Your master is really wary!"

Puff!

The long sword came out of the body, the power of the gods surged, and all the four puppets exploded in an instant, and those who died couldn't die again.

"Amituo Buddha!"

Suddenly the voice of the Buddha chanting mercifully sounded, and in the front room, an old monk with a thin face wearing a black robes walked out.

The middle-aged guard turned around and saluted, saying: "I have seen the Holy Buddha!"

A six-sided silver mirror appeared in the old monk's hand, urging the power of the gods, and shining directly at the coffin in front of him.

Brush!

In an instant, the entire coffin became transparent, and everything inside was visible.

An ancient corpse was lying quietly, wearing a torn suit, his skin was bronze, his head was white, and he was motionless.

In addition, there is a small sword the size of a thumb, a small net with the size of a palm, a small tower with the size of a thumb...

Apart from the three things, there is nothing else.

The old monk frowned slightly, and shot lightly.

"Ahem..."

There was a cough in the room, and an old voice sounded, saying: "It seems that we are worrying too much."

The body of the Six Kings trembled and walked from the room.

Beside him, followed by a middle-aged scribe, a thin old man in a green robe.

The thin old man had a sharp chin, rather cold, and his voice was hoarse: "I wonder if you have put poison on the coffin, let the old man try!"

Bang!

With a swing of his sleeves, invisible power gushed out, and the lid of the coffin was shaken in an instant.

Everything is as usual inside, nothing unusual.

The thin old man stuck out his five fingers, extremely flexible, and the invisible force of manipulation poured into the coffin. After testing back and forth, after a moment, his brow wrinkled quickly.

"Nothing abnormal!"

"Ahem..."

The Six Kings coughed slightly, his body trembled, and he walked step by step, leaning on a cane. The tall body was about two meters tall. He approached the coffin and looked into the coffin with sunken eyes.

When he saw an old cheek in there, the six kings smiled and said, "Brother Murong, don't come here without any problems?"

The person in the coffin is the strong man of his generation.

However, after World War I that year, the opponent suffered heavy losses, the blood was sealed for life, and he was hidden for countless years.

But he has enjoyed the glory and wealth for tens of thousands of years. Although his life is dead now, he still has a way to return to heaven. As long as he succeeds, he can live another life.

This is the different fate of the two.

Looking at the deceased's corpse at this moment, the Six Kings felt a lot of emotions, quite proud.

Beside him, the middle-aged scribes, thin old men, and black-clothed old monks all stepped forward and looked at the corpse in the coffin.

The old monk with a black robed robes gradually wrinkled his white eyebrows and said: "It is worthy of the existence of the **** against the sky, even if the body dies, it seems that there are still not weak fluctuations in the body..."

He stretched out his skinny palm and leaned towards the corpse in the coffin, touching it with his palm, it was extremely cold, like metal, and the power of the gods poured into him, only to feel that there was still a strong infuriating energy in his body...

Especially the blood in the body seems to be different, flowing slowly...

There are countless powerful particles surging between the blood.

The old monk looked even more curious and said, "Could it be that this is the body of a figure close to the gods? Really unpredictable, even if he dies, the blood still flows!"

This physical body has unimaginable value for all heavenly ranks.

As long as they study well, they may be able to break through the boundaries between humans and gods, break their own barriers to realm, and let their cultivation level follow the gods.

Since the fall of the gods, it has been too long since there has been a near-god-level powerhouse in this world. It's all because people don't understand their own way, and they don't know the difference between gods and people?

But with this corpse, they might be able to imitate this corpse and walk a path against the sky.

The palm of the old monk was still touching quietly, the more he touched it, the more strange it became.

The thin old man beside him also looked suspicious, leaned out his palms, tempted with the power of God, and soon frowned in surprise.

At this time, the eyes of the Six Kings moved away from the face of the ancestor of the god-slayer, with a smile, falling on the three small objects on his chest.

"What is this?"

He coughed, stretched out his palm, and grabbed the three small objects.

The thumb-sized crystal sword, small tower, and big Luo Skynet were all quickly captured by the Six Kings.

He glanced, frowning.

All three things are simple in shape and do not have any power of God.

It's like some folk items at a roadside stall, without any value.

But how could this thing belong to the ancestor of the slayer?

"Who sent the body?"

Six Kings asked.

"Back to the prince, there are four puppets, unconscious, they have been beheaded by me!"

The middle-aged guard held his fist.

"Puppet?"

The Six Kings repeated one sentence and said, "Is it a doll master?"

He glanced at the three objects in his hand again.

These three items seem unusual, why would they be placed on the chest of the ancestor of the slayer?

It seems simple, but the more it is, the more unreasonable it is.

He stretched out his palm and gently landed on the forehead of the ancestor of the slasher, and the power of the gods poured out into his body in an instant.

Just then!

The ancestor of the godslayer, who had closed his eyes tightly and motionless, suddenly opened his eyes, like thunder and lightning, his hands like claws, grabbing the arms of the Six Kings, violent and terrifying, the power is so great, like a sudden corpse, horror Unpredictable.

The six kings stared, and almost didn't react. His entire arm was torn off on the spot, blood spattered with a pop, and a thin arm was pulled out by the root.

Ah!

The Six Kings let out a scream, fluttering, and moving backwards.

Suddenly, the expressions of all the people in the courtyard changed.

The old monk in black robes, the skinny old man in green robes, the middle-aged scribes, and the middle-aged guards all stared, roared, and blasted towards the corpse in the coffin.

At the same time, the dark shadows shook in the dark, and a dozen terrible shadows appeared in an instant.

The first two are also heavenly powerhouses!

Boom!

One face to face, the entire wooden coffin was beaten to pieces.

All kinds of terrifying killing techniques hit the ancestors of the god-slayer, banging loudly, as if banging on the terrifying mountain, it was hard to hurt them.

And at this moment!

With the Six Kings, rebirth changes.

The crystal flying sword in his hand suddenly turned into an aurora, with unpredictable power, broke his five fingers in an instant, and directly attacked his neck.

At the same time, the small net that was originally only the size of a palm suddenly enlarged rapidly, carrying a billowing thunder light, and instantly wrapped the body of the six kings like a net fish, wrapped dozens of times, the thunder light cracked and crackled, and it all worked. On the six kings.

The thumb-sized Blood Demon Tower suddenly rose up into the sky, emitting a dazzling blood, running through the night, like a huge blood-colored hill, and shrouded the body of the six kings.

Everything is slow, but in reality the calcium carbide fire is fast to the extreme.

Boom!

The entire yard shuddered violently, and rubble on the ground was blasting everywhere.

The Six Kings let out a screaming cry, but did not react from beginning to end, and was severely covered by the Blood Demon Tower from the sky.

The other people's eyes were shocked, and their eyes were cracked.

"Lord!"

They rushed to doppelganger to bombard the huge blood tower that suddenly appeared ~ www.readwn.com~ outside.

In a secluded inn.

The two heavenly powers of the Doom Palace, Venerable Gintama and Jian Wuxun, all changed their faces and suddenly looked out the window.

"It's blood light, the heaven has acted!"

"Go!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The bodies of the two rushed out in an instant, almost to the extreme.

At the same time, all the ruined palace powerhouses rushed out of other surrounding buildings, there were dozens of them, all of them were reaching their extremes, rushing towards the residence of the Six Kings.

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