But it's not just these things that attract everyone's attention.

Everyone was attracted by someone in the center of the grave.

I saw a man standing next to the coffin.

He held the coffin with one hand, closing his eyes as if he was thinking.

It's not someone else, it's the old man, Feng Jiyang.

He seemed to have fallen into some kind of meditation, and even if there was such a big noise just now, he turned a deaf ear to him.

"Altar, this should be the road to heaven. I didn't expect it to be found by us. This trip is indeed worth the trip."

When he saw this scene in front of him, the high priest seemed to have seen a peerless beauty, his eyes lit up.

Then, he raised his hand and grabbed it.

Whoosh swish swish swish.

From the black knife, he grabbed a few more sword energy, raised his hand, and slashed the sword lights formed by the black knife power, and then slashed again.

However, this time, it was stopped by the misty air.

Although the latter is only a very thin layer, it blocks the light of the knife.

"snort."

After a result of the action, the high priest snorted coldly. Suddenly, he bit his tongue and spurted his blood into the portal.

Buzz.

As soon as the essence and blood entered the door, they were immediately absorbed by the black knife.
Chapter completed!