The young man in black robe woke up slowly, and saw a sheep's face and a horse's face in front of him. He immediately became furious and wanted to resist, but with a clang, a machete was placed on the young man's neck, with its sharp edge sharpening.
"Boy, you'd better behave yourself, or I will make sure you can't even die!"
The White Dragon Horse got the machete from somewhere, looking like a gangster, staring at the young man in black robe and speaking smugly.
Although the black-robed young man was arrogant, he also knew that he was now a prisoner. He ignored the two fools, the white dragon horse and the old goat, and stared at Ling Xiao and said, "Who are you? The Ten Thousand Coffins Mountain is the territory of my dead clan. If you dare to hurt me, all of you will die here!"
"I only ask you one question. If you can answer it to my satisfaction, I don't mind sparing your life! Where is the coffin here?"
Ling Xiao stared at the young man in black robe and said coldly.
"The coffin here? Who... who are you? How do you know there is a coffin here?" The black-robed young man's face changed and he stared at Ling Xiao and asked.
"This is the coffin I placed here ten thousand years ago. If I'm not mistaken, it has probably fallen into the hands of you dead people, right?"
Jinse's eyes were calm, but they seemed to have the power to see through people's hearts, which made the young man in black robe tremble all over.
"You stayed here? You are... You are the woman who injured Grandpa ten thousand years ago? You are still alive?!"
There was a hint of disbelief in the eyes of the young man in black robe.
He once heard from his grandfather that ten thousand years ago, a human woman entered the Ten Thousand Coffins Mountain and wanted to bury a coffin. She ended up fighting with his grandfather and eventually injured him.
Now, ten thousand years have passed, and the human woman is not dead and has come here again.
The young man in black robe knew that something big was going to happen!
But looking at the murderous eyes of Ling Xiao and others, he knew that if he didn't say it out, he would be in great danger today.
"That coffin is indeed in the hands of my dead clan! If you let me go, I can go back and beg Grandpa to return the coffin to you!"
The young man in black robe rolled his eyes and spoke slowly.
boom!
Suddenly, the white dragon horse kicked the black-robed young man on the head again, causing stars to appear in his eyes, his head to turn black, and he almost fainted.
"Boy, are you kidding us? Letting you go back, do you really think we are stupid? You dare to play tricks on me, Grandpa? Do you believe that I will chop you to death?"
The white dragon horse stared at the young man in black robe with its big eyes and looked unkindly.
The young man in black hated the old goat and the white dragon horse so much that he gnashed his teeth and wished he could tear the two bastards into pieces. But on the surface, he still had to force a smile and said, "My grandfather is the third elder of the dead clan. Don't worry, as long as I go back and beg him, he will definitely return the coffin to you!"
"No need, your grandfather should be here!"
There was a gleam of light in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he felt several powerful auras coming from the depths of Wanguan Mountain and appearing above the mountain.
"What the hell is this dead clan? They are just a bunch of living dead tainted with the aura of life and death! Ling Xiao, let's go out and kill them all, and then rescue Lin Feng and the others!"
The old goat also had a murderous look in his eyes and sneered.
That powerful aura contained a strong breath of death, without the slightest fluctuation of vitality, and it exuded a cold murderous intent and rage. It should be a member of the undead clan.
"let's go!"
There was a sharp gleam in Lingxiao's eyes, and he walked out of the cave side by side with Jinse!
Outside the cave, more than a dozen powerful figures appeared.
The leader was an old man in a black robe, with an aged face, deep and cold eyes, and an ancient Taoist robe that looked a bit shabby, as if it was the clothes of a certain sect. He exuded a vast and terrifying aura and was full of murderous intent. He locked onto Ling Xiao and the others.
The old man in black robe was actually a powerful divine being. Divine aura emanated from his body, and he emitted powerful fluctuations of laws, as if making the void in all directions tremble slightly.
The dozen or so figures behind him were all zombies with green faces and fangs, but they were much stronger than the zombies brought by the young man in black robe.
"It's you?!"
The old man in black robe saw Jinse beside Lingxiao at a glance, and a look of extreme shock appeared in his eyes.
The old man in black robe is the grandfather of the young man in black robe, the third elder of the Undead Clan, and the powerful Undead Clan member who was injured by Jinse ten thousand years ago.
He also didn't expect that after ten thousand years, Jinse would come here again.
As if he had thought of something, a hint of coldness appeared in the eyes of the old man in black robe.
"Let go of my grandson and I can let you go!"
The old man in black robe stared at Jinse and Lingxiao and said with a cold look.
"You know why we are here! Hand over the coffin I left here, and we can spare his life! Otherwise, you will all die!"
Jinse glanced at the old man in black robe and spoke very calmly, as if she was stating a fact.
“Arrogant!”
The old man in black robes' eyes darkened instantly, and he sneered, "This is the Death Clan, you are not qualified to negotiate terms! Don't say that I haven't seen your coffins. Even if I have, everything in this Ten Thousand Coffins Mountain belongs to my Death Clan!"
"You are so shameless, old man! Your grandson has admitted that you took the coffin away, and you are still lying with your eyes open? Do you believe me, I will chop your grandson to death?"
The white dragon horse glanced at the old man in black robe sideways, and the machete left a bloody mark on the neck of the young man in black robe.
"stop!"
The veins of the old man in black robe were bulging, and his eyes were flashing with a gleam of choosing the right person to devour. He wished he could kill Bai Longma and Ling Xiao and the others right now, but the young man in black robe was in their hands, so he was a little hesitant.
"Grandpa, save me!"
As soon as the young man in black robe saw the old man in black robe, his eyes were filled with extreme excitement and he began to shout for help.
The old man in black robe stared at Ling Xiao and Jin Se and said, "Let my grandson go. Don't forget that this is Wan Coffin Mountain, the territory of my Dead Clan! If you hurt him, everyone will die! As for the coffin you mentioned, it is indeed in our Dead Clan, but I have no say in it!"
The old man in black robe finally compromised. It seems that this grandson holds a very high position in his heart.
Ling Xiao was also a little surprised. These undead were simply the living dead. It was difficult for them to leave the Ten Thousand Coffins Mountain. They relied on the thick death energy to survive, which was a very strange state. What Ling Xiao did not expect was that they had the same intelligence as humans, and even emotions.
"Why waste time talking? Let those of you who can make the decision come over here!"
The white dragon horse sneered.
(End of this chapter)