The wasteland.

The coffin seemed to float in the air, moving slowly.

Everything looked so chilling, scalp tingling.

“The ants carry the coffin?”

He screamed, he recognized what it was.

A closer look reveals that there are tens of millions of ants below the coffin, and it is they that are lifting the most common wooden coffin, which at first glance looks like it is floating in the air.

See only.

The ants were in order, like an army, and carried the coffin straight and straight forward.

You know that there are no living beings in the ancient earth, either the dead or the earthly corpse, and the ant is obviously the earth corpse.

Who can drive the ants to carry the coffin?

“The ants carrying the coffin?That’s true, God, do you know what that means?Is there a fairy in the coffin?”Dude doubtful.

Although he knows the world, he also has a knowledge blind spot.

The ancient corpse is the last part he does not want to touch, and listening to the tone of heaven, it is obvious to know something.

Li 7 nights, his eyes blinked.

A little familiar?I seem to have seen it before.

The black emperor did not look at Li Qi night, but looked at Dao Tianjun and wanted him to answer.

At the moment.

The sky is shining, and the light is shining.

“The Immortals?No, there are people who don't have a breath in the coffin, some of them are ominous."

The bad word.

The black emperor and the black emperor were cold.

There are too many ominous things in the history of monasticism, and everything that can be involved in the ominousness of the ominousness is a terrible thing, and the late age of the heavenly teacher is obvious.

The Source Teacher.

It can be said that it is a master of the law, or it can be said that it is a master of feng shui, or even a master of gambling stone.

In this world, the source of the master is strong, they can reverse the tide, move the mountains and the sea, change the trend of heaven and earth, use the dragon vein, can be weak and strong, that is really strong.

But they will be ominous in their old age, disappear, or die.

Ye Fan is the source teacher, but he has not yet reached the realm of the true source of heaven.

The source of the heavenly master, comparable to the great saint, and even more strengthened, but this kind of person is ominous and ominous to pull together, ominous, the word moving heaven, no one provokes.

Now this ant lifting the coffin is also an ominous, and immediately let Duan De and the black emperor stay away.

“What is it?”

Dude asked.

Dao Tianjun replied, "The earth fairy can drive the earth corpse, but there is only one kind of ancient ant-raising coffin."

“What?”The Black Emperor and Duan De asked at the same time.

"The owner of the ancient corpse."

Just six words from the Taotian Junkou, the black emperor and Duan De two days are not afraid of the earth, the Lord, straight feeling cold, the head is into a state of drowsy.

“Is there a master of the ancient corpse?”What a joke you are, Wang."The black emperor grinned.

Look at the black emperor not accepting it.

Dao Tianjun shook his head, how could he not know the idea of the black emperor, even if the ancient emperor was not willing to provoke too much, it was the real worldly and strange place.

The ancient emperor and the ancient emperor can't say one or two.

This kind of place is actually the place of someone, almost saying that you see the fairy, and he worshipped his brother as bullshit.

"I also learned from the ancient books, you ask me, who do I ask?"

Dao Tianjun did not want to explain too much, although the black emperor is a pet under the old age of the emperor, but it is not too high, or with a long time, not much secret, now know too much is not good for it.

"It's not really the owner of the ancient world."

But he made such doubts.

Because his eyes saw things that frightened him, the ancient coffin went everywhere, and the earthly corpse retreated, as if in fear, and even took a direct detour.

Just a corpse, this is dozens, and this is still seen in front of you.

“See over there?”Lee spoke for seven nights.

Smell the words.

The Black Emperor and Duan De stared at Lee for seven nights.

Another person who likes to die as much as Dao Tianjun.

But they don't know why, their hearts are like living with the devil, with the past, look at the past, such a voice, constantly thinking in the mind.

It’s not good to say that it’s fake, so they’re also very entangled.

"Look, it's okay, there's nothing to go with."God explained.

After listening to the humanoid encyclopaedia of Tao Tianjun from the wasteland and containing many strange knowledge, Duan De and the Black Emperor followed his inner thoughts and planned to follow the past.

immediately.

A strange scene appeared.

The ants carried the ancient coffin, and the local corpses passed through the place to avoid it, the speed was very fast and the whereabouts were very vivid, but it was certain that their direction was the depth of the ancient corpse.

All the way.

The black emperor and Duan De became more and more convinced that Dao Tianjun's words were correct.

Only the more they think about it, the more they want to be, the more they want, the more they want, the more they want, the more they want, the more they want to be, the moreIt's terrible.

“Is there really a ghost?Is this the property of Satan?There's something in it."

Listening to the words of the black emperor, the sky narrowed its eyes.

The owner of the ancient corpse?

He knows who it is.

Old man!

If the memory is not wrong, the ancient corpse is known as the burial place, and the world is more than one burial place.

There are other burial places, and without exception, these who dominate the burial place are invincible beings who have fought in the heavens.

These are his memories of God’s knowledge.

Can the fairy fight?

Dao Tianjun did not know, because he did not know the power of the immortal, but it should be impossible, then the owner of the ancient corpse must have had a terror, do not know.

He had thought of finding the owner of the ancient corpse, but also the old ghost.

The old man, the name of the owner of the ancient corpse.

He once appeared, there was an old ghost shop in the ancient city of Tian, but Tao Tianjun did not find it, it is a pity.

The thought drifted far away, and the sky returned to God, "There is a treasure in it, but this thing is the thing of the owner of the ancient corpse, so it cannot be touched."

I hear the word treasure.

The black emperor and the black emperor were excited, and they stared straight at the ancient coffin.

The tangled deity appeared in their minds, and he was very excited to say that Tianjun was also very excited, and he really wanted to try it, what was that coffin treasure.

He is also entangled.

Do you want to do it, the wasteland is also a forbidden area with the ancient corpses.

But are they both acceptable?

At least in the view of Taotianjun, if people in the forbidden areas of the East Desert come into the ancient corpses, it is dead and lifeless, this place is too exaggerated, can the wasteland be it?He is not sure.

Is the wasteland strong?

It is very strong, and it seems to be absolutely strong in the sky.

Because there is a dragon king in the wasteland!

An creature that is absolutely superior to the ancient emperor, who is stronger than the dragon king and the old ghost?God is confused.

Do it or not.

He thought, because he has a wasteland behind him, you can try, the most important thing, his surname stone, or own the stone blood, if he did not guess wrong, the old man Shi Yun said that their family has a long ancestor out of the wilderness.

That man, Dao Tianjun guessed that it might be a desert god!

Who is the God of the Wild?

A big man, not a big man, a big man, a big man.

Taking his name and arousing people is absolutely very hanging, perhaps the old ghost knows that the deserted emperor is not necessarily.

“Do you want to open it and try it?”

Then a voice came to the ears of the people.

It was Lee’s seven-nighter.

In an instant, the sky looked at the past.

Blessed to the soul!

At this moment, God has an idea.

Open the ancient coffin, forced unworthy to cross, starve to death and cowardly, bear the courage to die, as the saying goes, the dead bird to the sky, not dead for ten thousand years, he is not going to die for ten thousand years...

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