Peerless Divine Emperor

Chapter 1170

Following the ten thousand souls pulling away the coffin, Jing Yunxiao almost increased their speed to the extreme.

Simply barely able to keep up.

Or maybe the tens of thousands of souls deliberately slowed down.

? ? And with continuous follow-up, the darkness ahead will become more terrifying.

Even the holy Yuanhuo fire of Jiu Prison couldn't illuminate the surroundings.

It's like entering a real dark place.

There is no trace of light.

There is no light.

In addition to endless darkness, there is endless darkness.

"What are you keeping up with? You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

Just then, a cold voice sounded suddenly in the darkness.

Let Jing Yunxiao's body fall for a while and stay in place.

Jiuyuan Shengyuanhuo and Xiaoxuan also stopped.

Eyes stared blankly at Jing Yunxiao.

They didn't hear anything, only Jing Yunxiao could hear it.

"I don't know which senior, the junior did not do it intentionally, it was just curiosity, so I caught up to see how much offense, and hope to forgive."

Jing Yunxiao arched his hands at the surroundings.

Although I only heard the voice of the other party, these sounds also let Jing Yunxiao know that this person's strength is very scary, because the sounds of that kind have already caused him to explode, and even the fear in his bones poured out uncontrollably Out, it feels like you are in a very horrible situation.

That situation frightened him, terrified him.

This feeling rarely happens.

This shows that the strength of the speaker is at least better than Jing Yunxiao.

Even Jing Yunxiao felt that if the other party wanted to kill himself, he just had to move his fingers casually, and he would probably be dying.

But who is the other person?

From the point of view of speech and breath, it seems that it is not just a remnant soul.

But Wanhun pulls the coffin, in addition to the residual soul, it is in the coffin.

Could it be that something in the coffin was talking.

But what is sacred in the coffin?

Has such a strong breath.

The more I think about Jing Yunxiao, the more confused.

The curiosity in my heart is getting worse.

"Young people, curiosity kills cats, there are things you can't know. So suppress your curiosity, otherwise you won't know how to die. If it were not for the things in your body, you would have been I don't know how many times I've died, so you better not be overwhelmed. "

"If you keep up with it, your life will never last longer."

The voice was extremely cold, as if he was intentionally intimidating Jing Yunxiao.

Then Wan Hun pulled the coffin and moved on.

Jing Yunxiao groaned a little.

"Continue to keep up."

He ignored it and continued to catch up.

If the other party wanted to kill himself, he would have died.

He did not kill himself, but instead warned himself that it would have shown that he would not kill himself.

The holy Yuanhuo fire of Jiu Prison also said before that the night is not long. Now it has passed half of the time. It is no longer possible to look for the rest of the souls to pull the coffin. In this case, stare to death. Jing Yunxiao wasn't afraid of fear, he was afraid of admitting himself.

He had a strong desire to know what was going on.

at least.

He felt that the drawing of the coffin had something to do with the weird painting in his mind.

and.

He felt that although the other party said so, he really wanted to keep up.

of course.

It may also be an illusion.

But Jing Yunxiao wanted to bet.

Just followed for a short distance.

Wan Hun pulled the coffin and stopped again.

"Why aren't you a little baby? Do you want me to do it?"

The voice was majestic and authentic.

"Senior, I just want to know, what exactly is the painting in my body? Why don't you do it to me because of it? After all, this thing is in my body, but I don't know what it is used for, which makes me Very anxious. If I go on like this, I will be depressed sooner or later. "

Jing Yunxiao babbled.

But he also really wanted to know what that weird painting in his body was.

Will it affect your body in the future?

"Relax, that's a picture that works for you. Sooner or later, you will know what's going on. You'll be afraid to laugh away at that time."

The voice answered.

"Senior, you answered too broadly. You might as well answer it in more detail. For example, what is going on with the coffin? And ..."

Jing Yunxiao intends to shift the subject.

But before he finished, he was interrupted by the former: "This is what your kid has to keep up with. I've talked to you hard, you don't listen to it. No wonder I am."

After speaking, Wan Hun pulled the coffin and moved on.

Jing Yunxiao froze.

What do you mean?

But soon Jing Yunxiao reacted again.

This is not to tell Jing Yunxiao clearly, can he keep up?

Might as well say earlier.

Have to pretend to be a ghost!

So arrogant.

Is there anything hidden?

Can play!

I like!

then.

Jing Yunxiao they immediately followed.

that's it.

After a period of hurrying.

Jing Yunxiao followed Wanhun to pull the coffin, and finally came to a place on the ancient battlefield.

There is a huge storm at this moment.

Every storm feels horrible at the sound.

But Wanhun pulled the coffin directly into the storm center.

Therefore, Jing Yunxiao didn't have any fear and followed them into it.

It seemed afraid that Jing Yunxiao would lose them.

Wan Hun pulled the coffin and waited for Jing Yunxiao for a short time in the storm.

Finally they came to the storm center.

There is an underground vortex at the center of the storm.

The underground vortex is very large.

Wanhun pulled the coffin directly into the vortex underground.

Jing Yunxiao naturally did not fear them, and they followed them into the underground vortex.

Jing Yunxiao, they seemed to keep falling down.

It's like stepping into a bottomless pit.

It gives the feeling that I don't know where the end is.

Jiu Jie Sheng Yuanhuo and Xiao Xuan are a little scared.

However, when they saw Jing Yunxiao's calmness, they did not intensify this fear, instead they became a little relieved.

? ? In fact.

Jing Yunxiao's heart was a little overhanging.

After all, these places are neither deep nor bottomless.

He didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.

However, Jing Yunxiao did not regret it, nor did he regret it in his life.

Decided ... done ... then done.

There is no resentment or regret even if the road goes dark.

not to mention.

As a warrior, he has no sense of adventure.

What martial arts is that?

Come home and play mud.

The more dangerous, the more opportunities there are.

With this fall, time lasted for a while, and soon after they finally landed at their feet, and looking around, Jing Yunxiao's first reaction was that they came to the heart of the ancient battlefield.