Zhang Yi glanced at the coffin, a mysterious breath rushed, and he raised a faint chilling fog. In the faintness, he saw a woman lying lying in the coffin.

Still a very young woman.

Because a layer of cold and fog in the coffin, the sight is a bit hazy, and the appearance of young women can hardly see, but it can be seen from the blown skin of her wrist.

Organic.

The curiosity in Zhang Yi's heart was hooked to the extreme.

He has desire in his heart.

Want to see the desire.

He wants to see, the true face of the ancestor of Chuangpai.

This desire is wonderful, as if it appears from the bottom of the heart.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi took two fingers and only listened to a sound. The chill in the coffin was blown away by a ray of sword wind.

The face of the female corpse was completely presented in front of Zhang Yi.

"This ..." Zhang Yi's pupils contracted violently, which was completely scared by the true face of the female corpse.

It is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Zhang Yi scared his body and took two steps back, his head was buzzing.

The appearance of this female corpse is exactly the same as Qin Mantong! What is going on?

How can I look the same as my wife Qin Mantong?

Zhang Yi was a bit unbelievable. She opened her eyes and glanced carefully.

He found that the appearance of the founding ancestor was carved out by Qin Mantong, which was almost the same! He even had a feeling, this female corpse was Qin Mantong himself! Oh! This is too panicked! Zhang Yishen sucked it deeply!

Two breaths, try to calm his heart as much as possible. He lit a cigarette, with a little dignity between the eyebrows.

He didn't understand why this female corpse exactly exactly the same as Qin Mantong?

In the end, it can only be considered a coincidence.

In this world, nothing is strange.

"Senior, juniors have disturbed you, please don't see you!"

Zhang Yi worshiped with a cigarette, and then bent over and raised the coffin cover.

But at the moment he bent over, the female corpse, who had closed her eyes tightly, opened her eyes! I go! Zhang Yi was scared and retreated, almost fell to the ground without a butt.

Is this really a corpse?

Om.

Immediately after, the female corpse slowly sat down from the coffin, she turned her head, and her cold eyes fell on Zhang Yi.

"Former ... Senior ..." Zhang Yi was scared that his lips trembled, and his voice was blurred.

If you are not afraid, that's all nonsense! "Senior Dragon, don't pretend to be dead, hurry up and tell me, what's going on?"

Zhang Yi called in his mind.

However, there is still no response in his mind.

Damn! The guy of Shenlong's predecessor, pretending to die at this time! Huh ... Suddenly, the female corpse's body rose empty, she stretched her hands slightly, and she was wandering in a red robe, as if it was in the world of the world.

Zhang Yi rolled his throat, and he had no bones and swallowed his mouth, and laughed: "This predecessor, hello!"

I heard.

Let's call her a red robe woman for the time being.

The eyes of the red robe fell on Zhang Yi, and the cold cheeks were slightly moved, and asked lightly: "Is you awakening me?"

wake?

When Zhang Yi heard this, it was all in the circle! I wake up a fart! Is this special?

However, since I understand that the red robe woman is not a corpse, his nervous heart has gradually relaxed.

Zhang Yi smiled barely: "Senior, haven't you asked the name of the surname?"

"You can call me a female emperor!"

The voice of the red robe is very light, but it is more cold.

A female emperor?

Will this title a bit too bullish?

The next moment.

The red robe woman gently lifted the jade hand, and a buzzing sounded, an irresistible suction force suddenly emerged.

Ah! Zhang Yi screamed, he was so angry that he wanted to resist this suction, but there was still no effect.

In this way, he was sucked in front of the red robe woman by this suction.

Under so close, Zhang Yi's pores of each other's face were clear, and the water was tender and tender.

But he didn't dare! Next moment, the red robe woman suddenly grabbed Zhang Yi's right wrist, then rolled up his sleeves directly, and looked carefully.

Uh! What do she want to do?

At the same time as Zhang Yi's doubt, the red robe woman stared at Zhang Yidao's eyes: "Tell me, where do you get from the inheritance of the Sword of God?"

At this moment, Zhang Yi felt like being stared at by the prey, and he fell as cold as the ice cave.

"Say! Don't lie to me!"

Red robe woman stared at each other.

"Senior, what! I was transferred to me by Father Su Mo!"

Zhang Yi's voice was a little bit.

The opponent's eyes contain endless murder, and with a queen -like temperament.

Strong as a master of Zhang Yi such as Zhang Yi, in the face of the eyes of the red robe woman, she still feels afraid.

It is difficult to imagine what kind of realm has the strength of the red robe woman reached.

No wonder, she will create such a martial arts such as the Bingjue.

The woman with red robe brows lightly and asked coldly: "Who is Su Mo?"

Uh! Zhang Yi heard a little bit, but soon woke up.

The red robe woman is a figure of a thousand years ago. How can I know Master Su Mo?

But how do you explain this?

Zhang Yi was a little crying without tears. She wanted to break away from the coercion of the red robe woman, but she couldn't even run in internal skills.

This discovery made his face green.

When the red robe woman saw Zhang Yi didn't speak, she hesitated, and then couldn't help asking: "So, are you the heir of the sword soul?"

"Senior, do you know the sword soul?"

Zhang Yi Zhang's mouth was a bit surprised.

Hmm! The red robe woman snorted coldly, she released Zhang Yi's wrist, and the pressure around her suddenly disappeared.

Bang! At the same time, Zhang Yi fell to the ground with his buttocks, and his buttocks were blooming.

The red robe woman shook her hand and said lightly: "Sword soul is a negative man, how can I forget him?"

Negative Han?

As soon as Zhang Yi's heart moves, will this woman a character of the same time as sword souls?

Also, the sword soul is a negative man, why don't he know.

Wait! Suddenly, Zhang Yi's head flashed, thinking of a very important thing.

Under the end of the Bingjue practice method, the record of the record of the ancestor of Chuangpai was before the death of the ancestor.

According to the font records, the ancestor of Chuangpai was harmed due to emotions, so as to create the ice tips.

Could it be that the ancestor of Chuangpai will not be abandoned by the sword soul?

This possibility is very high! The red robe woman stares at both eyes and asked fiercely: "What are you thinking?"

Zhang Yi reacted instantly, and smiled with a face: "Senior, it's a bit confused, are you alive now?"

"What do you think?"

The red robe woman asked a word.

Zhang Yi was suddenly choked.

According to his understanding, no one in this world can leave the reincarnation. But the red robe woman is a figure of a thousand years ago. How could it survive for thousands of years?

This is a bit unrealistic! Oh! At this moment, the wind in the back room rose, and a flooding breath emerged.
Chapter completed!