Peerless Daoist

In the center of the palace, there was an altar.

The altar was square and made of black bricks, and there was a faint ghostly rune on it.

There were countless corpses around the altar, all of them kneeling on the ground.

These skeletons were similar to the evil spirits they had seen outside the city. Their physiques were robust, and they looked like giants before they died.

These skeletons were like loyal guards, standing guard around the altar.

The people of the Yinluo Sect stood outside the altar but didn't approach it as if they were blocked by an invisible force.

Some of those Black Robe Sect disciples held a lantern in their hands and started to mutter.

These lanterns also began to emit a strange light following the melodious and obscure incantation.

Suddenly, a ghostly light emerged from the skeletons, and streams of Yin Qi came out of them.

With each flow of Miasma into the lantern, the dim light of the lantern would become even brighter.

"What exactly do the people of the Yinluo Sect want to do?!" Zhen Tianxiong's face turned gloomy. Currently, he and Bai Suqing could be considered the main fighting force of these people.

When the cultivators entered, they created a huge commotion and naturally attracted the attention of the people from the Yinluo Sect.

In front of the many black-robed men stood the mysterious hall master.

His two hands were placed on the two large skeletons.

The mysterious hall master's hand was like a mountain of five fingers. No matter how the flames flickered, they were unable to break free from the restraints of the hall master.

"Since you don't want to submit, then die!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the mysterious hall master. The foreheads of the two skeletons were immediately crushed.

The skull could be considered the toughest part of the skeleton, but in the hands of the hall master, it was basically useless.

"Hurry up and finish off these guards. I have more important things to do." The mysterious hall master said coldly.

When the people of the Yin Luo Sect heard this, they immediately chanted an incantation.

The mysterious hall master slowly turned his head, coldly staring at Zhen Tianxiong and the rest, "You pieces of trash have come at the right time!"

Zhen Tianxiong said in a low voice, "We and your Yinluo Sect don't get involved with each other. What you want to do here has nothing to do with us!"

"Since you don't want to participate, then scram!"

The mysterious hall master did not hold back and directly berated.

Zhen Tianxiong's expression changed. He was, after all, the patriarch of a large clan in the Central Region. Yet, he was being reprimanded in such an impolite manner.

However, he knew clearly in his heart that even when he was at his peak, he might not be a match for this Palace Master.

Furthermore, right now, he was being suppressed by the oppressive might of his surroundings.

"Good!" "Let's go!" Zhen Tianxiong did not want to clash with the Palace Master of the Yin Luo Sect.

Since he had the chance, he might as well leave.

It wouldn't be too late to get back at him when he got the chance to go out.

Zhen Tianxiong gritted his teeth as he prepared to leave, but at this moment, the entire hall suddenly erupted in another wave of commotion.

He saw a white light suddenly appear on the altar.

Rumble rumble rumble!

With the sound of a mechanism turning, the top of the altar slowly opened up, forming a gap.

In the gap, there was a coffin that stood there, unmoving.

The coffin was entirely made of white jade, and countless ghostly lights fell on it, giving off rays of light.

When this coffin appeared, the pressure around it became even more terrifying.

Zhen Tianxiong, Bai Suqing and the rest all turned pale, not to mention those ordinary cultivators of the Southern Wasteland.

Fatty Zhang shouted, "Damn! What the hell is this thing!"

Niu Niu was lying on Fatty Zhang's shoulder, but suddenly she pointed at the coffin. Her big eyes were filled with tears as she cried, "That's big sis! I can feel it, my sister is there! "