Seeing Xu Zimo approaching the coffin, Qi Kuangyin's expression became nervous.

He knew that there was no hope for escaping, and with Xu Zimo's strength, he Duan Ran couldn't leave alive.

And when things got to this point, he could only give it a go and fight it again.

Wu Zhaodi's Tianluan attacked. This time, Qi Kuangyin did not dodge, but actually took the blow with his body.

With a "bang" explosion and Tian Luan's scream, a blood hole exploded in Qi Kuangyin's back.

And with the help of this inertia, he flew upside down in the direction of the coffin.

Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed, but did not stop.

Qi Kuangyin slammed into the coffin in embarrassment, as if ringing a bell, the sound reverberated.

He hugged one end of the coffin fiercely, and the blood that hit his head kept staying.

"The inheritance is mine, it's mine, no one can take it away," he went crazy, propped the lid with both hands, and forcibly opened the coffin.

However, at the moment when the coffin was loosened, the decayed aura permeated. Although it was only a little bit, it instantly wrapped Qi Kuangyin's whole body.

The breath of life in his body was absorbed and turned into a dry bone in a blink of an eye.

The bones fell off the coffin, Wu Zhaodi looked solemn and leaned against Xu Zimo.

"Latecomers, after completing one of my conditions, they will be passed on."

There was a sound from inside the coffin, and at the same time, the eight ancestor dragon bones that were pulling the coffin in the sky also shook.

There are vast dragons ringing constantly, intertwined, and constantly impacting the depths of Xu Zimo's hearts.

The keel swings, and it looks extremely powerful in this not-so-spacious hall.

"What conditions?" Wu Zhaodi asked.

In fact, she is not very interested in inheritance, killing Qi Kuangyin here, unconsciously, the goal has been achieved.

"Take my coffin and go to Cangxuanyu," the voice in the coffin said.

"Not only will there be a heritage, but you will also be allowed to join the Sixteen Demon Race."

"How do we trust you?" Xu Zimo smiled.

"Why don't you crawl out of the coffin and let me see your true face?"

"Presumptuous, you dare to talk to this king like this," the voice inside the coffin snorted coldly.

"If you don't want to, then we don't want this inheritance," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.

"Since you have already come here, if you want to pass on it, it's up to you."

The voice fell, and the eight keels that pulled the coffin seemed to come alive, moving out of the void.

The eight keels were suspended in the void, and the majestic power fell, and they stared at Xu Zimo and the two.

"Either send me to Cangxuanyu, the benefits I promised will not be less.

Either die now. "

"It's easy for you to do this," Xu Zimo smiled.

"Today I want to pull you out of this coffin."

He stepped into the air with one step, and his figure appeared in front of the coffin in an instant, stepped on the coffin with one foot, and stepped down fiercely.

However, the coffin was harder than expected, except for a muffled noise, there was no trace of damage.

The eight keels beside them instantly became irritable, and they all killed them.

The dragon bones formed a formation, occupying eighth of the sixteen positions in the void, giving Xu Zimo no chance to escape at all.

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"Don't worry, I didn't want to escape," Xu Zimo smiled.

He stretched out his right hand, grabbed the fallen keel fiercely, and then directly grabbed the entire Ancestral Dragon and swung it as his own weapon.

The remaining seven ancestral dragons were all hit and flew out, Xu Zimo's power was amazing.

The cyclone in the body is constantly rotating.

"Broken," he shouted.

The keel was finally thrown onto the coffin, all the hard bone spurs pierced into the coffin, and Xu Zimo fell down again.

The coffin was overwhelmed and shattered after all.

The iron chain hanging in the void began to break, and a cloud of black gas gushed out from the broken coffin.

Immediately afterwards, a gloomy and terrifying figure slowly stood up in the black air.

The breath exhaled by that figure was corpse breath.

"Dragon King?" Xu Zimo said to himself.

This figure is a human dragon head, but his body is filled with corpse qi, it is obvious that he has been dead for a long time, and there is no dragon power in the whole body, and some are just dead.

"Should I call you Zulong, or a zombie?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.

"Lady, you have committed a heinous crime, but you still don't know it," the Dragon King said.

"I slept for tens of thousands of years, and the gleam of life I finally sought was destroyed by you."

"So what, I'm here for you, so I'm afraid you won't succeed?" Xu Zimo replied.

"Come because of me? Are you not afraid of this king?" Dragon King asked in surprise.

Xu Zimo smiled and slowly took the demon out.

He had to determine whether this demon mirror had any effect on the Dragon King, because according to regulations, the demon mirror was only useful for the sixteen demon races.

If the opponent is not from the Sixteen Monster Race, it cannot be included in the Monster Book.

When Demon Jian appeared, Xu Zimo turned to the first page, which was the beast he had collected.

Immediately after he turned the second page, a bright light rushed out of it.

Immediately afterwards, a pattern began to be drawn in the void.

It was a nine-clawed golden dragon with a golden body and purple-gold horns, and its eyes were like dragon balls, golden yellow.

It looks majestic and mighty.

"This, this is," seeing the nine-clawed golden dragon, even this ancestral dragon was a little lost.

"There is a play," Xu Zimo smiled.

Yaojian responds to Zulong, which means it can be included.

With a wave of his right hand, a dragon gas flew out of this demon mirror and rushed towards the ancestor dragon.

Zulong also reacted at this time, and its figure began to struggle.

Directly opened his mouth, a death flame spurted out, and the dragon energy was wiped out in the void.

"Who are you?" Zu Long shouted angrily.

"The dying dragon, why do you ask so many," Xu Zimo said.

"Don't struggle, otherwise it will only hurt you in vain."

He drew his sword up, Tyrant Shadow crisscrossing countless sword intents, stepping through the entire hall.

Countless rubble fell, and the hall seemed to collapse.

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She couldn't get involved in this battle anyway.

"Be careful yourself," Wu Zhaodi reminded, and then quickly retreated out.

Tyrant Ying severely chopped down, the sword intent fell on Zulong's abdomen, no blood was seen, only the corroding corpse energy surged.

"Get down," Xu Zimo held the Ba Ying with both hands, and the Ba Ying faced down, pressing the huge body of Zu Long abruptly.

Falling from the void.

"Boy, I will avenge this grudge," Zu Long said bitterly.

Immediately, the huge body shrank, like a loach, fleeing away.

Xu Zimo frowned and hurried to chase after him.

The eight keels beside him turned into a chain of bones, blocking him in front.