He felt that Ling Xiao's strength was extremely powerful. Even if he used all his strength, he might not be able to stop Ling Xiao. Making such a powerful enemy out of nowhere was not a good thing.
"Seven days? Why seven days? If the coffin is in your hands, hand it over now!"
Ling Xiao frowned, feeling that there might be something fishy in Mo Hun's words, and immediately sneered.
"You don't know! That coffin was made of the Enlightenment Divine Tree, and it has merged with the life and death energy of the Ten Thousand Coffins Mountain! The fates of the seven people in the coffin are connected. If the coffin is opened easily, their lives may be harmed! I need seven days to cut off the connection between them and the laws of the Ten Thousand Coffins Mountain. This is also for their own good!"
Mo Hun sighed softly and spoke slowly.
"Are you serious?"
There was a gleam of light in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he looked at Mo Hun indifferently.
"Seriously! It will only take seven days, and I will hand them over to you after seven days!" Mo Hun said affirmatively.
"In that case, then let me meet them first! As long as I can confirm that they are okay, why not give you seven days?"
Ling Xiao said lightly, with a hint of coldness on his lips.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, the coffin cannot be opened, and you cannot see them. You only need to wait another seven days. Why are you so impatient?"
Mo Hun sighed softly.
Seeing Mo Hun's evasion, the old goat sneered and said, "Old man, you are procrastinating like this. I think you have something to hide. If you don't have anything to hide, why do you have to make us wait for another seven days?"
"That's right, my second brother is right! Old man, hand over the things quickly, or my eldest brother will wipe out your clan of the dead!"
The white dragon horse held a piece of grass in its mouth and looked at Mo Hun with squinted eyes.
Ling Xiao also felt that there might be something fishy about the seven days that Mo Hun mentioned. Could it be that these undead guys wanted to escape during these seven days
At this moment, an old voice sounded in the void.
"Ling Xiao, if you really gave him seven days, then those few beloved disciples of yours would probably all turn into gourds!"
Boom!
Black fog rose in the void, and the light was dazzling. An old man appeared in the void. He was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, looked dirty all over, had shifty eyes, and a goatee, but his eyes were full of sneers.
He exuded an unparalleled powerful aura, and he was actually a powerful god!
"You are... Lu Tongtian?!"
There was a hint of disbelief in Ling Xiao's eyes. The old guy in front of him turned out to be Lu Tongtian, whom he had met before. Lu Jianyi had followed this old guy in the beginning.
When Ling Xiao suddenly saw Lu Tongtian appear here today, his eyes were full of confusion.
Moreover, he could feel that the previous Lu Tongtian must have hidden his cultivation level. Now, Lu Tongtian was filled with the aura of life and death. He looked like a strong man from the undead clan, but he did not seem to be completely dead. It was very strange.
When Mo Hun saw Lu Tongtian, his face changed drastically. He pointed at Lu Tongtian and shouted angrily: "Lu Tongtian, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm talking nonsense? Hehe, Mo Hun, don't think I don't know! You captured Ling Xiao's seven disciples to refine the Seven Evil Gourd, right? I know you got the ancient demon seed. You nourished the Seven Evil Gourd with the blood and spirit of Ling Xiao's disciples. I'm afraid that the Seven Evil Gourd will be completely mature in seven days, right? By then, with the Seven Evil Gourd in your hand, let alone Ling Xiao, I'm afraid even a true god will not be your opponent!"
Lu Tongtian looked at Mo Hun and sneered, his eyes full of mockery.
"What?!"
Ling Xiao's expression changed, and his eyes instantly revealed an extremely cold murderous intent.
Although he didn't know what the Seven Evil Gourd was, he heard what Lu Tongtian said. Mo Hun actually wanted to use Lin Feng and the others to refine magic weapons
Ling Xiao's heart suddenly became filled with rage!
And when he looked at Mo Hun's expression, he knew that what Lu Tongtian said was probably true!
"Mo Hun, you deserve to die!"
There was a flash of murderous intent in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he rushed towards Mo Hun!
"Damn you Lu Tongtian, I must kill you! Ling Xiao, listen to me, I will borrow your disciples to refine the Seven Evil Gourd, but I will only use their souls and flesh and blood, and will not harm their lives!"
Mo Hun wanted to make a final explanation. He did not want to be an enemy of Ling Xiao.
"kill!"
Ling Xiao simply uttered a word, and with his unmatched fist, filled with monstrous murderous energy, he charged towards Mo Hun!
"Ling Xiao, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
There was a flash of sharpness in Mo Hun's eyes. Seeing Ling Xiao was so forcing him, he suddenly became really angry.
Boom!
He was surrounded by a black aura of death, and the whisk in his hand fell towards Lingxiao like a three thousand foot river falling from the sky. Wisps of dust came across the sky, containing extremely tenacious power, as if they were going to wrap around Lingxiao!
whoosh!
Ling Xiao's figure flashed, like a golden lightning, extremely fast. He instantly avoided the power of the whisk and slammed down towards Mo Hun!
There was also a flash of murderous intent in Mo Hun's eyes. Ling Xiao's pressure also aroused the fighting spirit in his heart, and he also punched out.
boom!
A muffled sound was heard from the void. Ling Xiao's body remained unchanged, but Mo Hun was knocked away by his punch!
"Dead Soul Realm, kill them!"
Black light rose around Mo Hun, and his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. He roared angrily, and black evil spirit spread around him.
The evil spirits rose up, as if forming a black ocean, from which walked out undead spirits with terrifying auras. Those undead spirits were shrouded in pure death energy, as if they were the gods of death coming from the underworld of hell, suddenly pouncing towards Ling Xiao.
Mo Hun's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. The realm of the dead was one of his most powerful means. There were endless undead in it, and each of them possessed a combat power comparable to that of a god. Even if he had to grind them down, he would grind Ling Xiao to death.
He knew that Ling Xiao's body was too terrifying and invulnerable to all kinds of attacks. If the battle continued, he would probably suffer a great loss.
That's why he wanted to use the realm of the dead to deal with Ling Xiao.
Boom!
There was a flash of murderous intent in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he threw a punch from the air, landing on an undead spirit. The undead spirit suddenly trembled violently all over, and suddenly exploded into a cloud of death, covering Ling Xiao.
The dead air was like a sacrificial altar, possessing a powerful devouring power, especially liking the flesh and blood of living beings, as if it wanted to devour Ling Xiao's flesh and blood completely.
boom!
The sky-devouring fire rose from Ling Xiao's body, containing an extremely hot power, which swept away the undead aura and burned it instantly!
However, those undead spirits seemed to be extremely intelligent and they escaped from the Sky-Devouring Fire very easily. Then they condensed into the form of undead spirits in the void and pounced towards Ling Xiao.
Although the Sky-Devouring Fire is extremely masculine and powerful, it is still only in the category of heavenly fire. When Ling Xiao's Sky-Devouring Secret Art can break through to the divine realm and condense into the Sky-Devouring Divine Fire, I am afraid that the Sky-Devouring Divine Fire alone will be able to burn all the undead spirits to ashes.
(End of this chapter)