Open the coffin! Close the coffin! Su Xuan's remains disappeared very quickly.

Yang Fenghua stared blankly.

illusion?

Yes, that flash of light must be an illusion! Yang Fenghua clearly felt that Su Xuan was dead! His life was cut off, and there was no way to save him! If Su Xuan was not dead, he dared to eat shit! "He must be dead, I saw it wrong.

Oh, I must have seen it wrong!" Yang Fenghua kept murmuring, his heart beating wildly.

but.

"You read that right."

A hoarse and cold voice sounded next.

Yang Fenghua: "..." He was stunned.

The sound... was like a nightmare whispering in the ear.

Yang Fenghua's eyes were so wide that the corners of his eyes were cracked.

I saw the fortune rising on Nanming's iron coffin.

Nowadays, 30% of the luck in Tiannan Immortal Sea cannot be controlled by the ninth-level spiritual emperor, nor can even the half-step spiritual emperor easily control it.

Cultivation is cultivation, and luck is luck. The two cannot be confused.

But when it came to Su Xuan, it was like an arm commanding him! Under Yang Fenghua's gaze, luck was like threads, constantly intertwined and entangled, and an illusory figure gradually condensed.

It's Su Xuan! Luck gathers shadows! At the last moment, Su Xuan's life is pulled back by luck.

The body has decayed to the point that it needs to be sealed in a coffin for nourishment! But Su Xuan's will is still burning! This is the confidence that Su Xuan dares to fight the Qixuan Sect alone.

At this moment, he looked at Yang Fenghua coldly and said indifferently: "I have survived, is it time for you to die?"

Yang Fenghua was startled, and then his face couldn't stop becoming ferocious.

"Why, why are you still alive?"

There was deep unwillingness in Yang Fenghua's eyes.

"I am strong, therefore I am!"

Su Xuansen said coldly.

And the next moment.

"boom!"

Luck is like a dragon, soaring straight into the sky! The silent Qixuan Sect has a voice.

The wind and snow were fierce outside, and now they were rolling in.

Luck versus time! Su Xuan, who has mastered luck, finally has the capital to compete with Dao! Outside the Qixuan Sect.

The embroiderer who was waiting anxiously trembled, and then rushed in from the gap above with surprise in her eyes.

"Owner!"

When she saw Su Xuan, there was joy and respect in her eyes.

"For good luck."

Su Xuan ordered.

"yes."

The embroiderer nodded, and her whole body began to burst with luck, intertwined with the luck of Nanming's mountains and seas.

In terms of the degree of luck gathering alone, Su Xuan ranks first among the monks in Tiannan, and Xiu Niang ranks second.

In this regard, even Xie Shuzhen cannot compare with Xiu Niang.

Driven by the embroiderer, the luck is as warm as running water.

But as it unfolded, it became violent like a tsunami, and began to impact the years-long ban on this place.

"puff!"

Yang Fenghua was so shocked that he vomited blood.

"Impossible! I can't lose to you!"

Yang Fenghua roared angrily, looking like he was going to fight for his life.

Su Xuan watched with an indifferent expression.

Yang Fenghua's face stiffened.

And the next moment.

"boom!"

He directly withdrew the way of time and ran out madly! At this moment, Yang Fenghua was a hundred and a thousand unwilling, but he also knew that killing Su Xuan was fruitless.

If he continues to fight with Su Xuan, he doesn't know who will win! Yang Fenghua, who has always maintained his rationality, knows that he is going to run away! Originally, he wanted to confuse Su Xuan, but he just stared at him blankly.

"Damn it!"

Yang Fenghua was angry, but also ashamed. He felt that Su Xuan had seen through him! "Boom!"

In the years, Xie Canghai and Xie Cangjiang rushed out violently and chased after Nanming's iron coffin.

"If you are such a courageous waste, it would be a joke that I, Su Xuan, would die in your hands!"

Su Xuan said coldly.

"I will definitely kill you!"

Yang Fenghua screamed angrily and ran quickly without looking back.

And at this moment.

Su Xuan ordered: "Xiu Niang, open this place and take them back to Tiannan."

"yes."

The embroiderer nodded.

Su Xuan, on the other hand, is pursuing Yang Fenghua.

This time he killed Dingyang Fenghua.

"boom!"

soon.

They just broke out of Qixuan Sect.

And at this moment.

The immortal corpse controlled by Yang Fenghua suddenly paused.

"what happened?"

Yang Fenghua was shocked and couldn't control the immortal corpse anymore.

And the next moment.

"boom!"

Yang Fenghua felt a terrifying force directly knock him out of the immortal corpse.

"No!"

Yang Fenghua didn't know why, but at this moment his heart was bleeding and he was roaring sadly.

Immortal Corpse's eyelids trembled, but finally did not open.

The direction of its eyes is Su Xuan.

Then the immortal corpse flew away in the distance, paying no attention to Yang Fenghua.

Su Xuan's eyes suddenly showed terrifying murderous intent.

The immortal corpse did not open its eyes, but Su Xuan sensed the murderous intention coming from the immortal corpse.

"Want to kill me?"

Su Xuan's eyes showed madness.

"Let's see if you can escape this time!"

Su Xuan's luck phantom shook, and the two wills separated.

At this moment, his true self is silent, and it is extremely easy to separate his will.

"boom!"

The hero's will merged into Xie Canghai's body, and his empty eyes suddenly became murderous.

He...chased towards Yang Fenghua.

The Nanming iron coffin was carried by Xie Canghe and Xie Cangjiang, and they chased the immortal corpse.

"You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
To be continued...