"If you die by yourself, I won't stay here to mess around with them!" Liang Qi angrily shook off Yang Liang's hand, just as he was about to get angry, Mo Shang's cold, slightly impatient voice Then it rang.
"Since you want to go, get out!"
Mo Shang hugged Luo Qifeng and walked to a shadow in the northeast corner, looked at Han Yichen with a gloomy expression, "Come here and guard him!"
"Okay! Let me just say, how can there be coffins that can't be opened these days? It's because you two are not good at learning, and you deliberately said some messy things to scare me!" Han Yichen trotted to support the crumbling Luo Qifeng .
Mo Shang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
If he hadn't had to deal with the things in the jade coffin, how could he have given the little guy to the man in front of him.
"Master Mo, can this coffin be opened?!" Yang Liang was taken aback, "Could it be that this ghost fairy hasn't grown up yet?"
"Nurtured! But don't be afraid!" Mo Shang replied lightly.
This thing was cultivated a hundred years ago. The mausoleum guards in the village below must have used some special rituals to kill the entire Nanrong Kingdom after seventy-seven forty-nine days. The royal family, so they lost the qualification to open this jade coffin, otherwise it would not be their turn to open the coffin here today.
They counted everything well, but they missed the appearance of their own Kunlun tire.
Although ghosts and immortals are terrifying, their physical body is naturally formed by gathering the essence of heaven and earth for thousands of years. How could it not be the opponent of a small thousand-year-old ghost.
Putting one hand on the coffin board, Mo Shang exerted a little force, and the jade board, which seemed to weigh as much as a thousand gold, was pushed away, hit the wall heavily, and shattered into pieces.
The loud noise scared Yang Liang and Liang Qi to think about anything, and hurriedly ran to the location Mo Shang designated just now.
Before he had time to calm down, a male corpse dressed in black brocade clothes jumped out.
"Who woke up this king!" The other party's voice was very oppressive, and the few people felt as if their hearts had been beaten by a muffled drum.
"A little ghost fairy, dare to call himself the king in front of me?!" Mo Shang's face was as cold as frost, his hands turned into fists, and he swung fiercely at the male corpse who was no longer different from a normal person.
Then the opponent bent down backwards, easily dodged his attack, turned his whole body upwards, and directly attacked Mo Shang's lower body.
Mo Shang tipped his toes, as if he had lifted himself up, and then stepped on the ankle where the male corpse stretched out, stomping him heavily on the ground.
"Damn it! What are you! You are not afraid of the dragon spirit on this king!" The male corpse was completely angry, and he sat up directly, raised his legs, and stretched out his long nails, like a wild beast, thrusting towards the dragon. Mo Shang's waist.
The movement was so fast that it seemed as if it was just a flash of flint, and it came to stick Mo Shang's skin, so some people widened their eyes and shouted "It's over", but the male corpse suddenly flew out.
Mo Shang's fist was still in an attacking posture, obviously it was his masterpiece.
But no one could see clearly how he moved.
He...he can be even more powerful than this ghost? !
How did this Master Mo become so powerful? !