This conversation is over.

Both sides fell into silence.

Gong Yuandu came with a coffin, and his purpose was very obvious, which was to be prepared to die.

If he was really at his peak, how could he be afraid of death?

hehe.

Hahaha.

Laughter sounded again in the coffin——

"I have only two regrets in my life..."

"First, we failed to solve the problem of lifespan limit."

"Two, I couldn't defeat Brother Ji."

"It's a pity that I don't have much time left. If I can satisfy my regrets, I will die in peace."

Leng Luo said: "If you want to win the Pavilion Master... then you have to pass me first."

"And old age."

"And I."

"And I."

Duanmusheng and Xiao Yuan'er both spoke out.

Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng, and the female practitioners drew their swords together.

This battle is not small.

Gong Yuandu sighed:

"A new generation replaces the old...good, very good..."

After saying that, a strange black gas appeared around the coffin.

This is not a signal to attack.

Instead, the symbols carved around the coffin slowly faded away.

Gong Yuandu seemed to be taking the initiative to weaken his strength.

Everyone looked puzzled.

What kind of song is this?

The coffin also slowly landed on the ground at this time.

Upon seeing this, Leng Luo had basically determined that Gong Yuandu's cultivation level had declined seriously.

Said: "With your current cultivation level, I'm afraid you can't even break Elder Hua's ** Dao Seal. How can you fight with the Pavilion Master?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the coffin.

If your cultivation level has dropped so much, if you run over here, wouldn't that mean you're going to die?

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Wudao handed over his hand: "The younger generation is not talented, Yunzong Hua Wudao."

After landing on the ground, the coffin suddenly stood up.

boom!

The bottom of the coffin faces everyone.
Chapter completed!