Ambition of the Wind and Cloud

Seeing that Di Shitian was entangled by the fire bird and couldn't escape, Ying Zhengcai came to Bu Jingyun's side: "What's wrong with Yun'er?"

Since Bu Jingyun fell into a coma after being surrounded by fire, Nie Feng kept talking beside him to cheer him up.At this time when Ying Zheng asked, Nie Feng said worriedly: "The fire has faded, but the appearance of Senior Brother Yun...is exactly the same as after he was splashed with Qilin's blood." Nie Feng stretched out his hand to touch Tanbu Jingyun's forehead: "It's starting to get hot."

"You send a pure heart decision into his body." Ying Zheng said in shock.

Nie Feng was stunned for a moment, then obediently replied: "Yes."

The surrounding shaking became more and more severe, whoever yelled "It's about to collapse" first, everyone couldn't care less about dealing with the fire bird, and ran towards a hole connected to this room in a panic.

When the stone wall behind him fell, blocking the fire bird from the sound of the collapse, the people who fled in felt relieved, leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, but heard Di Shitian's voice transmission: "Hold your breath!"

Before they had time to think about it, some people hurriedly followed suit, while others were a little slower to react, but still took a breath, and immediately fell to the ground, becoming a corpse.

"Go forward!" Di Shitian said again via voice transmission.

Everyone's heart was full of ups and downs. They thought they had finally found a glimmer of life, but who knew they had stepped into another dead end.Although there are firebirds outside and they are constantly collapsing, there is still a place to escape.Now in this airtight room full of poisonous gas, where can they escape?

Some people regretted running away with the sect master.

They are all middle and high-level people in Tianmen. Logically speaking, they should be the most loyal group of people to Di Shitian.However, after seeing that Di Shitian didn't care about the lives of his subordinates, how could they not be alienated from him?

They are not afraid of death, only that death is worthless.

In desperation, every minute seems so long.After an unknown amount of time, someone sent a voice transmission: "The room ahead is where the coffin of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty Liu Che is parked. As long as we can enter, we will be safe!"

All of a sudden, everyone seemed to have hope, and rushed towards the direction the man pointed, but was killed by a hidden weapon the moment they reached the door.

Blood gushed out, making the people who followed behind him feel as if they had been poured cold water over their heads.Di Shitian glanced at the dead subordinates, but didn't take their plight seriously.After so many years, he has been alive, and the people around him have changed for a long time. As a result, Di Shitian doesn't care about the life and death of his subordinates at all.It's dead, just add new ones.

"It's reckless, even if I want to save you, I can't save you." Di Shitian snorted coldly through the sound transmission, raised his hand and waved a wave of internal force, smashing the organ directly, and walked in.

After he walked in, the door above his head also began to close.Those who were hesitant at first had no time to think about it, so they had to follow in.

Liu Che liked ostentation, so the coffin he used was naturally very expensive and luxurious.

Di Shitian stared at the coffin for a long time, then suddenly said: "Open the coffin!"

He had been given so much humiliation before, so he wanted to see what Liu Che looked like after his death.

Liu Che's coffin was nailed with big iron nails, and it took a lot of effort for Di Shitian's subordinates to pry it open one by one.During this process, they also pay attention to whether there is any movement in the coffin-they don't want to encounter corpse changes again.

Fortunately, Liu Che's coffin has been very quiet.

When the heavy coffin lid was lifted, everyone let out a burst of exclamation.

Di Shitian stepped forward in front of the crowd, staring at the coffin, his face was so gloomy that water could almost drip.

The coffin was actually empty.