They did not know why Gong Yuandu was laughing.
Zhou Jifeng decisively ordered, "Retreat."
Everyone retreated back into the barrier.
Pan Zhong looked up at the barrier.
His heart was filled with worry.
The barrier was unimaginably weak … Would it be able to withstand an expert like Gong Yuandu?
Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong knew that they wouldn't be able to stop such an expert, so they decided to retreat to the barrier.
However,
The coffin crossed the barrier and entered Golden Court Mountain as if it had entered a deserted place.
The barrier was fine … and there were no fluctuations at all.
"This …"
They couldn't understand.
The coffin continued to float above everyone's heads, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at them.
Pan Zhong saw the patterns on the bottom of the coffin.
He said in surprise, "Formation patterns?"
This was no ordinary coffin.
Otherwise, how could it not be corroded after so many years in the Mausoleum of Swords?
The surface of the coffin was very smooth, and the patterns were all at the bottom.
Gong Yuandu's hoarse voice rang out, "The younger generation will surpass the older …"
"Elder Gong … You, you better come back another day …" Zhou Jifeng pulled out his sword and pretended to be ready to fight.
"Divine Court Realm? Hehe … hehe … "
His laughter showed that Gong Yuandu did not take him seriously.
After all, he was a genius of the Sword Dao in the Northern Capital.
Hu!
The coffin dived downwards!
Everyone summoned their Primal Qi at the same time, their Stellar Energy swirling around them.
Bang!
The black coffin immediately shattered everyone's Stellar Energy.
Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong, and the other female cultivators staggered backward.
Unable to withstand a single blow.
Gong Yuandu's cultivation base was at least in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm. There was no need for him to display his strength.
The Divine Court Realm was still the Divine Court Realm.
Even a hundred Divine Court realm cultivators were no match for a Nascent Divinity.
However, the coffin did not kill him.
After the astral energy was destroyed, the coffin floated behind them and said in a low voice, "Lead the way."
It was at this moment —
A female cultivator flew down from the mountain and said loudly, "Elder Hua has ordered for Elder to come up the mountain."
…
In front of the Evil Sky Pavilion's great hall.
Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao stood at the front while Duanmu Sheng and Little Yuan 'er stood at their sides. Everyone else stood behind him.
The coffin floated in front of everyone.
They faced each other.
When they saw the coffin with their own eyes, Leng Luo and Pan Litian exchanged a glance and shook their heads.
There were all sorts of wonders in the boundless universe.
Even though they were all experienced and knowledgeable seniors, this was the first time they had heard of such a strange story.
Haha, a coffin looking for trouble … Do you even believe it?
There was a long silence.
The voice in the coffin said, "Where is Brother Ji?"
Leng Luo replied, "The pavilion master is currently cultivating in seclusion."
He was also very calm.
After all, they were old foxes who had lived for a long time and knew what the other was thinking. At this time, it was meaningless to play those kinds of petty tricks. It was better to be honest.
"Seclusion?" Gong Yuandu's voice was low and doubtful.
"The pavilion master has been in closed-door cultivation ever since he returned from the Mausoleum of Swords. You don't believe me? "Pan Litian asked.
The coffin moved from side to side.
There were obvious yuan qi fluctuations around the coffin.
It rippled in all directions …
Then, the Primordial Qi disappeared.
One end of the coffin hovered between Leng Luo and Pan Litian.
"Who are you?"
There were two people who asked this question.
Leng Luo did not hide anything. He said, "Leng Luo."
Pan Litian said, "I'm …" He wanted to say that his name was Pan Litian, but he suddenly stopped himself. He remembered the Clarity Sect and changed his words. "I'm just a beggar. I'm not worth mentioning."
Gong Yuandu chuckled.
"Leng Luo, you should be an elite on the blacklist 300 years ago … As for you, since when did you become so benevolent, Brother Ji? You'll even take in a beggar?"
"The pavilion master is a benevolent man. I'm willing to stay."
"Interesting, interesting …"
This was Gong Yuandu's first time hearing someone praise Ji Tiandu in front of him.
This was a rare sight.
He was used to being scolded and condemned. Indeed, he was not used to someone praising him.
"Gong Yuandu … I'm afraid you'll be disappointed if you challenge the pavilion master," Leng Luo said.
The others looked at Leng Luo.
Indeed, he had the right to address Gong Yuandu by name.
Pan Litian was the same as well.
"Hm?"
"I've joined the Evil Sky Pavilion," Leng Luo said.
Gong Yuandu fell silent.
Although he was hiding in the coffin, it was clear that he was thinking about something.
A moment later, Gong Yuandu's voice rang from the coffin. "Leng Luo, you're injured. There's no need to scare me. As for you, old beggar, although your aura is weak, you're someone who has gone through a lot of training … Alas, it's impossible for you to defeat me with your current cultivation base. "
As soon as he said this.
Leng Luo and Pan Litian exchanged a glance.
The others were shocked.
Logically speaking …
Elites should be good at concealing their cultivation bases and auras when they fought.
How did Gong Yuandu do this?
Leng Luo recalled the surge of Primal Qi under the coffin earlier. He said, "You're quite skilled."
"You flatter me."
"Gong Yuandu, the genius swordsman from the northern capital. I think you're 900 years old … If you're not injured, why would you bring a coffin here?"
Leng Luo asked.
Both sides fell silent.
Gong Yuandu had brought a coffin here with him. His intention was clear. He was prepared to die.
If he was at his peak, he would not be afraid of death.
Hehe.
Hehe.
Laughter rang from the coffin again.
"I only have two regrets in this life …"
"One, I couldn't overcome the problem of my great limit."
"Two, I couldn't defeat Brother Ji."
"Alas, I don't have much time left. If I can satisfy my regrets, I'll die in peace. "
Leng Luo said, "If you want to defeat the pavilion master … you'll have to get past me first."
"And me."
"And me."
"And me."
Duanmu Sheng and Little Yuan 'er spoke in unison.
Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng, and the female cultivators drew their swords at the same time.
This was a grand display.
Gong Yuandu sighed emotionally.
"A new generation replacing the old … Good, very good …"
As soon as he finished speaking, a peculiar black smoke rose from the coffin.
This was not a signal to attack.
Instead, the runes carved around the coffin slowly faded away.
Gong Yuandu seemed to be weakening his power.
The others were puzzled.
'What's going on?'
At this moment, the coffin slowly landed on the ground.
When Leng Luo saw this, he was certain Gong Yuandu's cultivation base had deteriorated.
He said, "With your current cultivation base, I'm afraid you won't even be able to break Elder Hua's Six Compatible Seal. How are you going to fight the pavilion master? "
Everyone's eyes were trained on the coffin.
His cultivation base had deteriorated so much. Was he not courting death by coming here?
It was a false alarm.
The others sighed inwardly in relief.
Hua Wudao cupped his fists. "I'm Hua Wudao of the Yun Sect."
After the coffin landed on the ground, it suddenly stood up.
Bam!
The bottom of the coffin faced the others.
The veins at the bottom faded away again.
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