Chapter 1630： The coffin opens in white clothes now

Starry sky purple coffin, forty years, dense and small cracks have emerged on the three locks.

Mo Qinglian looked at it, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"First break the lock, the chain is breaking all the time, as long as the lock is broken, the coffin is expected to be opened!"

The cold voice sounded in this star dome.

The ten great ties, their eyes condensed slightly, and some people passed by Mo Qinglian.

"Out!"

Some people roared, some people used magic weapons, some used magic powers.

In an instant, eleven people had already attacked the three dragon locks.

Mo Qinglian even had an ice-forged sword in her hand, a sword that was as cold as three thousand li, cutting straight on the purple coffin.

boom!

Amid the roar, the purple coffin didn't even tremble, many spirits broke apart, the magical powers retreated, and the magic weapon flew backwards.

Mo Qinglian snorted even more, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and her face was flushed with blood shock.

"Tack again!"

Mo Qinglian said, she was like a fairy dancing a sword, with a graceful figure, but hidden endless murderous intent, and she fell on the purple coffin.

The other Ten Hedao also started, bombarding again.

Boom boom boom...

On the purple coffin, still standing still, the killing of eleven people, on the purple coffin, it seemed to hit a stone with an egg.

"This purple coffin, really I am waiting to break open!"

"The chain is that the Tao is condensed and condensed, **** it, it is difficult to break the Mahayana, let alone I wait!"

"My heart is chilling, and there seems to be an ancient and fierce beast buried in the coffin!"

Some Hedao powers spoke, their voices resounding in the starry sky.

"Everyone, don't worry, this coffin should be difficult to break. If it can be broken easily, how can I wait for it!" the man said slowly, "The chain on the coffin is already covered with cracks, as if the candle was extinguished. I am waiting for the last breeze to break it. It is very likely that fairy fate is buried in it. Do you want to let it pass before you?"

The voice of a man made everyone's heart move slightly.

"kill!"

Someone spoke up. Although this purple coffin made him palpitate, it did not have any killing power.

Once there is a fairy destiny, they may also be able to jump into Tianjiao, Mahayana is expected.

How can there be anything in vain in the world, they will naturally understand when they cultivate to the same way.

Immediately, the eleven people almost started their hands again.

Mo Qinglian slashed on the chain with one sword and one sword, and he was never slow.

The man looked at Mo Qinglian and sighed slightly. His voice was small, but it seemed like an old woman was speaking.

"Why so, is it worth it?"

...

During the reincarnation, Qin Xuan went through his life time and time again.

His heart is like an ancient well, and he has never made any waves, as if he were a passerby.

Forty years from the outside world, for Qin Xuan in this reincarnation, it has been a hundred generations.

For a hundred generations, he lived time and time again, and died time and time again.

Experienced strange and tricky, experienced a long life.

"The outside world, I don't know what years it is!" Qin Xuan muttered, standing on a mountain top, "For forty years, I have moved the emperor's mind like a snake, broke the coffin, locks the yuan, forbids the law, and seals the chanting , It can be broken in only forty years at most!"

"Now, it should be near!"

He looked ahead, the cycle of rebirth was somewhat blurred.

Samsara cannot move his fairy heart, but in his state of mind, he has begun to gradually disintegrate.

The reincarnation of a hundred generations is not enough for him who has walked in the fantasy world, and it is even more difficult to shake him.

"Fine, it should be broken too!"

Qin Xuan's eyes flickered, and he moved the fifth touch of Di Nian, as subtle as silk, but one billionth of a billion. In an instant, the whole world was divided into two.

He also seemed to appear in the endless darkness again, his eyes faint.

Outside, a small sound sounded.

In an instant, Mo Qinglian changed slightly.

"Retreat!"

The head of the man spoke to remind Mo Qinglian.

Even if Mo Qinglian withdrew backwards, she used her ultimate supernatural powers and crossed 300,000 miles in one step.

The rest of the top ten Hedao hadn't even reacted yet, and the three major chains instantly turned into powder.

The purple coffin was so round that it instantly collapsed into nothingness.

Including the ten great harmony, annihilation is in it.

Mo Qinglian's eyes were indifferent, as if she didn't care enough about these ten lives and deaths.

"The lock is broken, Qinglian, you can't step into it easily, or you will die!"

The man stepped up and quietly turned into an extremely old woman, only four feet tall, with a vaguely illusory body.

"I know!" Mo Qinglian said coldly. In the purple coffin, everything was dead, and Mahayana would die if he entered it.

The realm formed by the collapse of Taoism, which was almost a full stick of incense, was weaker.

Mo Qinglian stepped forward, trying to walk towards the purple coffin.

"Qinglian, aftermath is still there, you have to wait at least three days..."

"can not wait anymore!"

Mo Qinglian said coldly, she slowly walked towards the purple coffin, and came to the realm that contained the terrifying principles.

In the old woman's ugly face, Mo Qinglian slowly stepped into the field.

In an instant, Mo Qinglian's face turned pale, and countless Dao Ze, like a maggot attached to a bone, rushed into Mo Qinglian's body.

The terrifying pain seemed to pass through a thousand swords.

For Mo Qinglian, the distance is only a step away.

But in this, she walked for a hundred breaths, the corner of her mouth was bleeding, and her brows were frowned.

"Girl, what are you doing!"

The old woman sighed and couldn't bear to see Mo Qinglian doing this.

In front of the purple coffin, under Mo Qinglian's white robe, her jade hand slowly stretched out. She looked at the purple coffin, her palm slowly falling on it.

As he gritted his teeth, under the blood seeping between his teeth, on the purple coffin, with the rumbling sound, a string of gaps opened.

boom!

The horror trend shook Mo Qinglian away in an instant, shaking back tens of thousands of feet.

Mo Qinglian sprayed out a mouthful of blood, her face pale to the extreme.

She looked at the purple coffin, and saw the gap open. Soon, the entire purple coffin was disintegrating, like dust and smoke, and the smoke disappeared.

Dressed in white, she appeared in front of Mo Qinglian.

Thin lips, indifferent eyebrows, white hair like a waterfall, scattered among the stars.

"It's him!"

Regardless of the injury, Mo Qinglian suddenly wanted to rush to Qin Xuan's side.

The old woman's dry palm grabbed Mo Qinglian's arm, "Girl, you must never find death, the power of Taoism in this person still exists, you..."

"Mo Qinglian, do you want to die?" Suddenly, the old woman let out a scream, like an evil ghost resenting.

Mo Qinglian finally calmed down, she looked at the old woman.

In the end, she frowned and sat down crosswise.

She took out a pill and dropped it into the mouth, and at the same time, the old woman laid down a large array.

"For a man, why bother!?"

"You have been searching for him for more than 30 years, so why not miss this time!"

"What's more, he is still asleep now, when he wakes up, he will see each other!"

The old woman looked at Mo Qinglian from the side and tried to persuade her.

Mo Qinglian looked at the white dress and laughed at herself.

"If he wakes up, he won't meet again!"

"Magic, you don't understand him!"

Mo Qinglian looked at Qin Xuan, dressed in white, gritted his teeth slightly.

"He is a complete bastard!"

"You'd rather be with Xiao Wu, you won't refuse Jun Wushuang, but also avoid me!"

"I, Mo Qinglian, are you really inferior to them?"

"Asshole!"

Mo Ji was a little surprised. She looked at Mo Qinglian, a woman who was chased and killed by a large number of people, who had not been moved at all.

Now, but like a child,

Year of Cardamom!