Imprisoned for two years at the beginning, invincible after being released from prison

The most important thing now is to find out the hidden source behind the scenes.

Chapter 174 The Gazing Monster Appears

"This place is too evil, I must kill Jian Xiao as soon as possible, and then leave immediately."

Chen Tiandang suddenly sent out a murderous intent, and the black aura seemed to be frightened, and he began to curl back into the villagers' bodies.

This kind of black breath also has limitations, and cannot be infected without any scruples.

If you want to kill me, you have to survive this weirdness first.

Jian Xiao glanced at Chen Tiandang coldly, then his figure flashed and flew out of the broken building.

Standing in the void, he radiated his consciousness, covering the whole village.

"That coffin is over there."

Jian Xiao found the coffin, which was the same as what he saw in the morning.

With a "whoosh", he flew onto the coffin.

With a loud "boom", it stepped heavily on the coffin, causing the ground to sink a little, and cracks opened one after another.

Now that there is no Han Yuyan by his side, he can do whatever he wants.

"The material of this coffin is quite hard." Jian Xiao jumped on the ground and muttered.

Before he could move, the coffin shook for a while, and the coffin boards moved slowly, making a piercing sound.

Jian Xiao's expression changed, and he leaned forward.

The coffin was pitch black, like a boundless universe, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

This coffin is still a treasure.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out and rested feebly on the edge of the coffin.

Jian Xiao's eyes changed slightly, and he displayed his illusory appearance, hiding in the void.

A haggard old man with no flesh on his face slowly sat up from the coffin, with only sparse gray hair on his head, and a dead air exuded from his whole body.

It seems that there is not much time left, a patient lingering on his last breath.

"Cough cough."

A weak cough sounded, which made Jian Xiao slightly relieved. It was the voice of a living person.

He used his magic pupils to look at the old man, and found that he was only at the level of a god.

And although his body was lifeless, he didn't have that weird aura.

The old man looked around suspiciously. He clearly felt someone was there just now, so why did he disappear in a blink of an eye.

"It turned out to be a living person."

Jian Xiao's figure slowly emerged in the air, and said with a light smile.

The old man looked at Jian Xiao, a bright light suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he said tremblingly: "Are you a disciple of Zun Jianzong?"

Jian Xiao nodded and said, "I am a true disciple of Zun Jianzong."

Hearing this, the old man was excited, clutching the coffin tightly with both hands, jumped out, walked up to Jian Xiao, and said excitedly: "I finally waited for you. Take me out quickly, this village is too evil."

Jian Xiao looked the old man up and down, and said vigilantly: "Who are you? First tell me what happened here?"

The old man excitedly said: "I am Zhao Lingqian, the elder of the Shanzong. A month ago, I led my disciples to this Fengshan Village to investigate the disappearance."

"You are Zhao Lingqian."

Jian Xiao asked curiously, "Why are you hiding in this weird coffin?"

Huang Ling grabbed Jian Xiao's hand and said with snot and tears:

"This village is too weird. There may be an ancient god revived. He killed the disciple I brought, and I was the only one who survived. Entering the Juetian coffin is like entering another world, which can shield the ancient god's perception."

"Then why did you disappear when I saw you last time and went to look for you again?" Jian Xiao wondered.

Huang Lingqian said: "The ancient god has been moving. I was afraid of being discovered, so I kept changing randomly in the village. After all, the target of the coffin is too big."

"What is an ancient god?"

"I have only read a few words about the ancient gods in the ancient books handed down in the sect. They only care about killing and destruction. They have no thoughts, no good and evil, and are very dangerous. Anyone who comes into contact with them, whether it is hearing Seeing it or seeing it, or even thinking about it, may be infected, deformed, and become a strange thing that is neither human nor ghost, and then become the nourishment of the ancient gods."

Jian Xiao asked: "You mean those missing villagers have all been deformed and are no longer human?"

"Ah."

Huang Lingqian's pupils suddenly constricted, as if he saw something terrifying.

His body trembled violently like a sieve. He pointed to Jian Xiao and asked in horror, "Have you seen that mural?"

"You mean the blood mural in the crazy woman's house?" Jian Xiao asked uncertainly.

Huang Lingqian was even more frightened, grabbed Jian Xiao's shoulders, shook him desperately, and asked, "Did you see an ancient god with a muddy head?"

Jian Xiao slapped Huang Lingqian's hand off unhappily, wondering if Huang Lingqian had become insane from fear, why was he so startled.

Is this still a strong man in the Heshen stage?

"Tell me, haven't you seen it?" Huang Lingqian's voice became sharper, even a little hysterical.

"Well, I've seen it, what's the matter?"

Jian Xiao frowned, and exerted a burst of divine power to calm Huang Lingqian's emotions.

He was afraid that Huangling would collapse the next moment.

"It's over, it's over."

Huang Lingqian lost his mind and collapsed to the ground.

Then there was a glint of light in his eyes, he stood up struggling, and walked towards the coffin tremblingly.

He muttered, "I want to go back, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

A bad premonition floated in Jian Xiao's heart, he grabbed Huang Ling and shouted loudly: "What are you afraid of?"

"He's here, he's here." Huang Lingqian's eyes were dull, repeating this sentence over and over again.

Jian Xiao frowned, what kind of ancient god scared a strong man in the God Realm like this.

What is the origin of this ancient god?

Now he is eager to go back and ask Master.

Jian Xiao's pupils immediately shrank rapidly.

A terrifying figure was reflected in his eyes.

A head has no facial features, only a sticky sludge-like thing, exuding a foul smell.

Underneath is a normal human body, still wearing the villager's sackcloth clothes.

"Ah." With a scream, Huang Lingqian didn't care about anything anymore, and climbed into the coffin, grabbing the coffin board and desperately trying to close it.

"What the hell is this?"

Jian Xiao burst back, his eyes staring at Weird, his whole body was boiling with divine power, shrouded in divine light.

"You must keep your eyes on it, or you will die." Huang Lingqian shouted.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a staring monster. You can only stare at it, or let other people stare at it. As soon as you leave your eyes, it will appear beside you and kill you."

"No one can escape this weird pursuit. I saw the disciples die tragically under his hands. He is too strong, and we are not opponents at all."

Huang Lingqian looked desperate, it was too late to cover the coffin.

The monster was motionless, like a piece of wood.

Jian Xiao blinked his eyes, but saw that the weirdness was already in front of him, and the speed was extremely fast.

"He's coming, we're all going to die, we're all going to die."

Huang Lingqian hugged the coffin board tightly, as if it would give him a sense of security.

Chapter 175 The layout is small

"Interesting, do I have to watch it?"

Jian Xiao smiled coldly.

It just so happens that his Nima pupil also likes to stare at people.

He used the reverse magic pupil, and a thick black light appeared in his eyes, as if the light would be sucked in.

Wei Wei struggled desperately, trying to break away from Jian Xiao's sight, but there was nothing he could do.

Instantly pulled into the magic domain.

In the Demon Realm, everything weird is under Jian Xiao's control.

Weird has no thoughts, only thoughts of killing and destruction that are intertwined like ropes.

Filled with the desire to kill and destroy.

A sense of hatred surged in Jian Xiao's heart.

The reverse magic pupil turns.

With a "bang", the weird head exploded.

The body fell to the ground slowly.

Huang Lingqian looked shocked and froze in place.

"You just killed it? Is it dead?"

Huang Lingqian said in disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes desperately.

"Better than staring, I've never lost."

Jian Xiao seemed to have done something insignificant, and stepped forward.

The weirdness turned into a pool of black water, emitting a stench.

Huang Lingqian exhaled heavily, and struggled to climb out of the coffin.

"Worthy of being the true disciple of Sword Master Zong, with great strength, he killed the ancient god with just one look."

Jian Xiao pointed at the black water, shook his head, and said: "This is not an ancient god, it should be a strange thing that the villagers have been corrupted by the ancient god's breath."

Huang Lingqian regained some energy, "It really doesn't look like an ancient god. The ancient god is at least an existence above the true god level, and it is not an existence that you and I can match. If we look at us, we will be infected and deformed."

"The matter here is settled, I should go back." Huang Lingqian said with lingering fear.

He is desperate to return home now, and is anxious to escape from this weird place.

"What is this coffin?" Jian Xiao asked curiously.

Huang Lingqian said with a smile: "This is Juetian coffin, the sacred artifact of our Shanzong's Zhenzong, which can cover up all auras."

This artifact is similar to his own illusion.

"This coffin is not bad." Jian Xiao muttered, touching it reluctantly.

Huang Ling was in a hurry, his expression felt like he was about to cry, he threw himself on the coffin, and looked at Jian Xiao aggrieved.

"Look at your miser's appearance, you are small, and the pattern is small."

Jian Xiao shook his head regretfully.

Am I a treasure hunter?

Heh, I'm giving you a chance, but unfortunately I don't appreciate it.

Huang Lingqian smiled awkwardly, scratched his head and said: "This is the artifact of the Zhenzong, which is related to the inheritance of the Shanzong, and there is no room for loss."

He quickly put the Juetian coffin into the storage ring, as if it would be gone in a second.

Jian Xiao looked at the empty ground reluctantly.

In front of Huangling, he bowed respectfully and bowed ninety degrees, "Have you asked your benefactor's name?"

Jian Xiao quickly helped him up, "I'm Jian Xiao. You're welcome."