Chapter 1159

Bang!

A burst of sound came from the monk of fairyland. His feather coat condensed with countless runes burst into pieces in an instant. His body was also like clay sculpture, broken into countless pieces.

"Out!"

The destruction of the body of a monk in the fairyland is not death in the real sense. He has to wipe out all his soul and mind. Otherwise, the other person will probably use some secret skill to form a body again in an instant.

The middle-aged Friar's big hand, swept in the air, determined to wipe this friar clean!

In the ancient immortal battlefield, the moment that the monk was killed, in the remote Jiutian immortal world, in a certain immortal temple in the immortal realm, a cold hum suddenly came out, a strong killing intention swept out, making countless creatures in the whole immortal realm shiver.

At this time, Jiang Feng didn't know what had happened. After the strong man of Lianxian clan left, he thought about it again and again, and decided to wait for the other side because there were too many questions to be answered.

What's more, the other party seems to know where the wanzu inheritance is. It's better to wait for the other party to show up and ask him directly.

In the process of waiting, Jiang Feng scraped the storage rings of the demons and demons that he had killed before, as well as the storage rings left by the people who had been killed in the coffin, and got many steles of inheritance.

Then Jiang Feng went to study the coffin, and found that the coffin, worthy of its name, was marked with many immortal patterns, which contained mysterious air, and various forces were surging, and even the air of great road filled it, which was frightening.

Jiang Feng wants to take it away, but he can't control the coffin. He can't use all his strength and shake it.

This makes Jiang Feng feel a little terrible. The iron sword is also an immortal treasure, but it doesn't have such terrible power. It can't even be manipulated.

Jiang Feng can only speculate that Xianbao is also graded, and the gap between different grades of Xianbao may be even greater than that of ordinary babies he knows.

These can only be understood later.

Yan Dongliu, Lin cangyun and Mu Caotang did not help Jiang Feng shake the coffin at the same time, which made him have to give up. There was no way to guard the coffin.

"The master once said that Xianbao is a complete life. If you want to master Xianbao, you need to inject your will into it, and then master it. If you don't have strong will, you can't motivate Xianbao."

At this time, Xiao ling'er's voice came to Jiang Feng's mind from the wooden fish. Immediately, Xiao ling'er flew out and walked around the coffin.

"This immortal treasure has been refined by many powerful people. Your willpower has to be dispersed. One is not enough. It's more difficult." Xiao ling'er said in a crisp voice after flying for a moment.

"So you still have this ability." Jiang Feng said a little unexpected, and then his eyes fell on the coffin again. It takes willpower to master this kind of treasure, which is really strange.

However, Jiang Feng for their own will, or very confident.

As early as a few hundred years ago, when he held a meeting to seal the emperor in the star continent and Jiuyou ancient state, he gathered his own immortal will. Today, his will power is very strong, which is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.

Since he can master Xianbao only by the power of will, Jiang Feng doesn't talk nonsense. He should even release his will to bury Xianbao.

Before long, he really felt a kind of power appeared on the coffin, like from a piece of paper that had been written, feeling the strength of the person who wrote. Only by feeling the power of this power, can he really master the coffin.

Jiang Feng fell into a long time of feeling, and when he was trying to master the coffin, the middle-aged monk of the fairy family came back and took a look at Jiang Feng, who was mastering the coffin, with a trace of color in his eyes.

The burial coffin is a real treasure of immortals. Most people don't want to master it. Even if they touch it, they will be rejected by the power it contains.

This son can let the burial coffin be controlled by him, which shows that it is his chance to master the way to refine it.

"I don't have much to say. I just want to tell you something. Jiutian fairyland is not so superior, and it's not the maker of all orders. Don't be fooled by fairyland friars. As for the fairyland battlefield. You know a little bit more or less, and I won't introduce more. I'm in a hurry. If you have anything to ask, you can ask any question. After answering, I'll leave. " Said the middle-aged friar.

This question should be asked by Jiang Feng, but Jiang Feng is closed now. Finally, Yan Dongliu asked this question, and he asked where the inheritance of the ten thousand ethnic groups is.

"The inheritance of ten thousand ethnic groups is the inheritance left by countless ethnic groups buried in the ancient immortal battlefield. If I tell you directly, it will lose its significance. Whether I can find it or not depends on your fate." With these words, the middle-aged monk turned around and left here in an instant.

Yan Dongliu was stunned. What the other party answered was that he didn't answer. He didn't give him any clue at all. When he wanted to speak, the other party had already left here directly. He still had a lot of doubts and couldn't explain clearly.

"It's really curious. Why did countless races fight with Jiutian fairy kingdom in those days?" The thatched cottage sighs. It's hard to imagine that one day people will be able to come into contact with them. It's just a mystery left by history, which can't be solved by their current accomplishments.

People didn't know when Jiang Feng was going to refine the coffin. After waiting for more than ten days, they didn't see him succeed. So they left a piece of memory jade slips, recorded all the words of the middle-aged monk of the immortal refining clan, and then said that they left ahead of time.

After finishing all this, the three left here. Only the swallow tiger stayed here to guard Jiang Feng.

This little guy is lying on the ground and doesn't practice. He stretches out and sleeps all day, although he looks lazy.

But as long as there is something about it, it is alert for the first time. It quickly gets up and looks around.

Found no problem, in the paralysis on the ground again, a tiger has been abandoned appearance.

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Time, like water, passes quietly. In a twinkling of an eye, a month has passed.

Finally, on this day, Jiang Feng has a reaction, his eyes slightly tremble, and then open, a fine awn burst shot.

With one hand, the coffin suddenly erupted with unparalleled horror. It was astonishing to refine nine days.

"Roar..." the tiger suddenly roared, and got up from the ground. His eyes looked at Jiang Feng in horror. From Jiang Feng, the tiger felt the amazing power.