“Kid, if you destroy the bronze coffin, you will die a graveless death.” The Master of the Netherworld Sect roared in anger.
What Fang Chen did not know was that when he killed Master of the Netherworld Sect, waves after waves of sinister aura flowed from Master of the Netherworld Sect’s body into the bronze coffin.
Just as Fang Chen was approaching the bronze coffin, from inside the bronze coffin, a sinister voice came out.
“Hmm?”
Fang Chen was confused, why would such a strange sound come from the bronze coffin?
The bronze coffin violently shook. In the blink of an eye, the entire bronze coffin opened.
The instant the bronze coffin’s lid was opened, a skeleton appeared, its body emitting a terrifying aura. With a wave of its hand, a black aura directly entered Fang Chen’s body.
Sword Continent, Baimei Sword Sect, Outer Sect.
Time passed slowly. Less than half a month had passed since the The outer sect competition and during this period of time, the outer sect disciples were all anxiously cultivating.
Of course, there were also a few disciples who were discussing who would be able to enter the top three this year.
This palace was also the place where every sect head would pass away in seclusion.
Jian Wufeng was taking charge of the overall situation. Although the Baimei Sword Sect was the leader and had a strong background, Jian Wufeng was still a little weak. He could still guard the Baimei Sword Sect for a short period of time, but as time passed, he was unable to do so at all.
In this world, the strong were respected. As long as you were strong, you would be respected wherever you went.
It had been three years, and in these three years, there was no sound at all from this palace hall. It was dead silent.
This kind of thing had also happened in the previous sect masters of the Baimei Sword Sect.
Dong …
Just as everyone was discussing, the suddenly silent palace trembled once again. All of the martial practitioners widened their eyes as they looked at the trembling palace.
After about a quarter of an hour, the trembling of the palace became smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared. The palace once again quieted down.
“Senior Brother, you broke through?” When Jian Wufeng saw his senior brother walk out, his face was filled with an excited smile as he asked softly.
Heavenly Sword Zi’s body was on the verge of collapse, and his aura was a little sluggish. It was clear that he had been severely injured.
“This is a long story. For the time being, only you and I know about it. Don’t let anyone else know about it.” Tian Jian Zi’s eyes flickered as he said softly.