The cracks in space slowly closed, and the blue shadow finally appeared slowly, appearing in front of Qin Jiu Song.

“The Bronze Coffin!”

Mo Sheng's eyes swept over a shock, exclaiming: "Dun, this is the creation you will fight for at the blood sacrifice of the world?"

In this way, Qin Jiu Song did not tell him before, and he never asked, but only acted in accordance with Qin Jiu Song's orders.

“Good!”

In the eyes of Qin Jiu Song, full of fiery, death and death staring at the bronze coffin in the void, chest stirring.

The moment this bronze coffin appeared, his sense of the great divinity was unprecedentedly clear, as if he was calling him.

And the chain of order within him, which locked up the power of his smelting path, is now more and more bleak, as if facing a natural enemy, under that terrible breath, it seems to have come to the end.

Obviously, the great sanctity must fall in this bronze coffin!

“Congratulations son!”

Mo Shen looked pleased and was happy for Qin Jiu Song.

Qin Jiu Song nodded and turned to Mo Sheng: "This opportunity is in the past, I must make every effort... I have a kind of premonition, this big chance, if you want to really get, it may take a long time, it is likely that when the supreme trial is over, it is not yet complete."

He nodded his head and waited for the words behind the nine songs of Qin.

Qin Jiu Song continued to instruct: "I have sent someone out to preach to my father, and when the supreme trial is over, my father should be present in person."

"At that time, once you appear in the outside world, you will become a target, remember to go to my father, seek my father's refuge, there is him, unless the big Zhou God personally shoots, or the big Zhou God uses the inheritance to rise, otherwise you should be protected!" 」He whispered.

“Thank you for the love!”Mo Sheng's heart was slightly hot, and he nodded respectfully to Qin Jiu Song, "What am I, but a junior, and the big Zhou God has not fallen, how can the other side use the sacriterity to deal with me?" 」

“Hmm.”

Qin Jiu Song nodded, then waved: "You go, I'm going to break into my chance!"

“No, that doesn’t bother me!”

Mo She nodded respectfully, and then moved his body, and left here.

He is very measured, naturally knows that he is not suitable here, but he will guard this place far away, and he will never allow anyone to come near.

After all, the sound of the bronze coffin is too great, and the whole tomb of the saint is shocked, of course, it will attract the curiosity and even coveting of many people.

Although he knows that Qin Jiu Song is not afraid, he will not be taken lightly.

Looking at Mo Sheng's figure far away, Qin Jiu Song's eyes turned, and his attention fell as much attention as he could in the bronze coffin in the void.

“What a terrible pressure!”

Qin Jiu Song's heart moved, from the bronze coffin in the sky, exuded a terrible pressure, as if to reach the incarnation of the road.

Emperor Qin is his father, in front of him can never feel the pressure, but in the Yuanhe people, the false ancestors, the emperor and other people feel the pressure, it seems that this coffin.

You know, this is just a dead thing left by the great saint, and the pressure it releases is even more terrifying than the royal giants, how exaggerated?

Mo said close, even if standing here, there is a sense of fear.

"However, I have already obtained the inheritance qualification of the great derivation and holy art, and I have personally arranged this blood sacrifice, so this pressure is not aimed at me!"

He moved his heart, and then he ascended straight into the sky and walked toward the bronze coffin.

As it gets closer, the pressure becomes more and more terrifying!

"If it is not qualified to inherit, I am afraid that when I am half the height, I will not be able to withstand the pressure and be pressed into powder?"Qin Jiu Song is very exciting.

Then he came to the fiery, and stood up.

“Old man, it’s been a crime!”

Qin Jiu Song said in a deep voice, there is a tangle of respect in the face.

As an author, he is not really about the great divinity and so much respect, but after all, the means of the saint are all the way, perhaps really as some online novels in previous lives said, if you do not respect a little, you will not get the recognition of its legacy.

Close, he carefully looked at this coffin, there is no divine on the surface, there is no such thing as carving, but it is rusty, engraved traces of time.

The release of the spirit is not to feel what strange things, but the terrible air machine, which makes his knowledge of the sea a prick, only to withdraw.

Since there is no harvest on the surface of the copper coffin...

Qin Jiu Song gritted his teeth, did not hesitate, running the force in the body, throbed, and pushed the coffin above the copper coffin.

Bombing!

There was an earthquake in his hand, and the heavy coffin board was really pushed by him, and the fierce friction shook the void and the void was shaken.

You know, this coffin is not an ordinary coffin, can only look at lying in a corpse, but quite large, like a house size, wide, more than one foot, the length is up to three feet.

“It is effective!”

Qin Jiuo looked at the look, and the more powerful force rose in his body, fell on his hands as much as he could, and then pushed again.

Rumble!

The more violent shock broke out, and then ... that coffin, was pushed away by him!

In an instant, the mysterious and terrible holy light, burst out of that crack, and the light and extraordinary mundane light, so that Qin Jiu Song is subconsciously closed his eyes, difficult to look directly.

When you feel it, you have a feeling of heart-wrenching!

"If it is not qualified to inherit, Mo said that it is me, even if a prince is present, and it is illuminated by such a holy light, it is absolutely only the end of death!"

Qin Jiu Song secretly, for the inheritance of the great digression is even more eager.

He stopped moving, until the light had gone a little, and looked down at the inside of the coffin, but in the eye, there was only darkness!

Obviously, the holy light is still dazzling, but in the eyes of Qin Jiu Song, it is only dark.

It looks like a coffin, not visible!

“If that’s the case, I’ll visit it myself!”

Qin Jiu Song's eyes were firm, although he was unpredictable, but before the world's creation, he could not give up.

"And, after all, I have obtained the inheritance qualification, and I want to come to the great digression of the saint not to pit me!"

He darkened his heart, and then his men more forceful, suddenly pushed the coffin board, with a "blast", its exposed crack is larger, has enough to accommodate a person.

Without half-diquition, Qin Jiu Song was physically moved, just jumping into the dark, like the bronze coffin of the abyss of hell.

Bam!

The sound of crispness reverberated in the coffin, but here it is still out of sight, even the power of his spirit, which is useless.

Rumble!

At this time, the bronze coffin was a shock, and the coffin above the head, after Qin Jiu Song entered this place, suddenly closed!