"Zhao Jie, Zhao Jie!" Seeing this strange scene, those who were familiar with the black-robed cultivator felt their hair stand on end. They hurriedly called out the name of the cultivator who had fallen into the black iron coffin, but they did not receive any response.
A living person had been swallowed by a coffin just like that.
Li Zun's eyes were dark as he stared at the black iron coffin that had returned to its original state.
After Zhao Jie fell into the coffin, a small portion of the strange gray patterns on the surface of the coffin began to flicker with a blood-red luster, as if it had come to life.
He seemed to have thought of something, but he was not sure and needed to verify it again.
Thus, he pointed out another cultivator from Hades — it was the purple-robed cultivator who had called out Zhao Jie's name earlier. "You, go check this coffin again!"
The purple-robed cultivator did not expect trouble to fall from the sky. He said fearfully, "Temple Master, I …"
"Hmm?" Li Zun snorted coldly, his gaze cutting across the purple-robed cultivator's face like a knife.
Under Li Zun's fierce gaze, the purple-robed cultivator's face turned ashen.
As cultivators of the Underworld, their souls had been implanted with the Heart Demon Venom, and Li Zun had the mother venom of the Heart Demon Venom. With the mother venom, as long as they dared to attack Li Zun, Li Zun could easily counter them with the mother venom's suppression of the child venom.
Therefore, even if Li Zun had destroyed his nascent soul and his cultivation had dropped greatly, they could not resist him at all.
Under Li Zun's coercion, the purple-robed cultivator could only slowly walk into the ancient hall and walk to the black iron coffin with trembling legs.
…
Lu Qingshan and the other three concealed their auras as they watched this scene from afar.
To be honest, their method of concealing their auras was not brilliant. It could even be said that it was very crude.
However, because the attention of the cultivators from Hades was focused on the giant coffin in the ancient hall, no one had noticed the arrival of Lu Qingshan and the other three.
"There's something wrong with the cultivators from Hades!" Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Their complexions and conditions are very poor."
Tantai Qingrun carefully observed for a moment, then nodded and said, "Indeed."
Generally speaking, apart from damaging one's Taoist foundation, using a secret technique to boost one's strength would also bring about powerful aftereffects.
After the great power gained from the explosion subsided, the cultivator would fall into an extremely weak state for a long time.
As for the Hades cultivators, in order to quickly break through the restrictions of the Demon Spirit Tomb, they had used secret techniques to increase their strength. Therefore, they were now in an extremely weak state, with only ten to twenty percent of their peak strength remaining.
"Taking advantage of this opportunity, perhaps we will have a chance to wipe out these cultivators of the Hades." Lu Qingshan said these earth-shattering words in an understatement, his killing intent bursting forth.
Scarlet dots of light flickered in his pitch-black eyes.
Usually, his killing intent was not so strong.
"Lu Qingshan, the sound of heartbeats and calls are becoming more and more obvious." The Western Rat King stood on Lu Qingshan's shoulder and suddenly grabbed Lu Qingshan's drooping hair, speaking nervously.
"Does the sound come from the Black Iron Coffin?" Lu Qingshan asked again.
The call and heartbeat that the Western Rat King had inexplicably heard were still a mystery.
The Western Rat King nodded, then shook his little head violently and hurriedly explained, "The heartbeat does indeed come from the coffin, but the call came from there!"
The Western Rat King extended his little paw and pointed at the naturally formed deep underground pool in the center of the square.
"Hmm?" Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes and pondered in his heart.
…
On the other side, the purple-robed cultivator from Hades was already very close to the Black Iron Coffin under Li Zun's coercion.
The Black Iron Coffin did not make any abnormal movements.
"Break this coffin." Li Zun's voice was like the cry of an owl, causing the purple-robed cultivator to feel an icy chill.
Under Li Zun's coercion, the purple-robed cultivator did not dare to delay.
A green wooden ruler appeared in his hand. It was his magic weapon.
The purple-robed cultivator held the wooden ruler in his hand. Green clouds curled around the wooden ruler as he violently swung it at the coffin, trying to break the outer shell of the coffin.
Clang!
A blood-colored divine light rushed out from the surface of the coffin and sent the purple-robed cultivator's Green Wooden Ruler flying.
At the same time, the purple-robed cultivator was momentarily dazed by the smell of blood that rushed toward him.
At this time, with a creaking sound, the black iron coffin was like a ferocious beast's huge mouth. Once again, a small gap opened. The purple-clothed cultivator unconsciously swayed his body and fell into the huge coffin just like that.
The coffin lid slowly closed under everyone's fearful gazes.
Everything returned to normal once again. The only change was that a large patch of the gray patterns on the Black Iron Coffin's surface lit up again.
About ten percent of the patterns were already shining with light.
Li Zun's expression grew even more ferocious. He had already verified his guess.
He pointed his finger lightly and swiftly pointed at a dozen more Hades cultivators.
"All of you, enter the ancient palace and work together to open the coffin lid!" Li Zun's tone was cold and unquestionable.
The Hades cultivators who were called looked like they were about to break down. One of them shook his head and said in a trembling voice, "Palace Lord, this is suicide …"
And his footsteps were unconsciously retreating.
Li Zun laughed sinisterly. With a thought, a black light shot between the cultivator's eyebrows. It was so fast that the cultivator had no time to react or dodge.
In the next moment, the cultivator held his head and let out a shrill cry before collapsing onto the ground. He started to twitch incessantly and let out shrill and shrill cries like that of a devil. "Ah … Ah … Hall Master, spare me, spare me … Your subordinate was wrong, your subordinate was wrong!"
Li Zun was unmoved. Instead, he looked coldly at the cultivator who kept rolling and twisting on the ground like a bedbug.
After thirty breaths, Li Zun finally stopped tormenting the Hades cultivator.
Ever since he shattered his nascent soul, his cultivation base was no longer enough to suppress all the cultivators present. This was a good opportunity to intimidate the Hades cultivators. He wanted them to understand that they would always be under his control as long as the Heart Demon Curse was still in their bodies.
"This coffin may not kill you, but I can make you wish you were dead." Li Zun scanned the crowd and said coldly.
For a moment, all the Hades cultivators were as silent as cicadas in winter. They did not dare to say anything.
They would rather die than themselves. After all, he was not asking them to go to their deaths.
Most of the Hades cultivators thought so in their hearts.
On the other hand, the cultivator of the Nether Palace that was used as an example struggled to get up. His clothes were already drenched in cold sweat, and his countenance was pale as he weakly begged for mercy. "This subordinate was wrong."
Li Zun did not have the slightest sympathy. He pointed at the coffin in the ancient palace and said sternly, "Hurry up!"
With the previous example, even though they knew that this was courting death, the Underworld cultivator who was named this time did not dare to resist or refute anything. He could only silently walk into the ancient hall and walk to the side of the giant black iron coffin.
"Open the coffin!" Li Zun shouted.
More than ten Hades cultivators placed their hands on the coffin and looked at each other. Finally, they began to slowly push the coffin lid.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Amidst the silence, the sound of the coffin lid moving was abnormally abrupt.
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