"boom!"

The coffin lid is nailed tightly.

Following Bai Yu's trembling, one side of the battlefield became quiet.

The God-Sealing Coffin, this signature skill of the Sealing Heaven Holy Emperor, is the pinnacle of understanding of the seal.

Not only the body, but also the soul, consciousness... once entering this coffin, everything is silent.

Mo Mo has learned this trick for a long time and been scolded for a long time. Now, even if he is not a proficient person, he should be considered a master of martial arts.

But with the help of the Statue of the Holy Emperor, an ancient sword master can be taken down so easily...

"Am I that strong?"

Mo Mo squeezed her palms, and a strange expression appeared on her pretty face.

Feng Yujin often nags her that the most difficult person to offend in the world is not a semi-saint or a holy emperor, but an ancient sword cultivator, as long as he is called "Throne of Swordsmanship" once.

Just a throne of swordsmanship... Mo Mo asked why.

The arrogant guy who often calls himself the emperor said:

"In the age of the end of ancient swordsmanship, anyone who can reach the throne of swordsmanship is a freak of talent."

"When fighting against Ling Ling Taixu and Ling Ling Semi-Saint, you at least know where his upper limit is. There is a line... and there are shackles."

"And some of the Kendo Thrones have already reached their upper limit."

"You can never be sure whether that fight will be his first fight to become famous, whether you will become his stepping stone, whether he will rise from the ground..."

"The next step to the throne of swordsmanship can be the Seven Sword Immortals or the Sword Saints. Of course, some are also preparing to reach the divine realm, soar into the sky and look down upon the ancestors."

When he said these words, Feng Yujin seemed to have a fixed image in his mind.

Mo Mo also felt that Feng Yujin said this because he was frightened by an ancient sword cultivator named Ba and had a strong psychological shadow.

Feng Yujin did not deny it, but continued:

"And the ancient sword cultivators who have been selected by the times can be specifically divided into three types, distinguished by the simplest age."

"Don't mess with the young ancient sword cultivator. He is young, frivolous and high-spirited. He is most likely to become a blockbuster."

"Don't mess with the old ancient sword cultivator. The old man has a lot of blood and hides deep in the depths. I'm sure I can force him to reveal his trump card and forcefully enter the gate of the ancestor god. I can trade with you."

"If you really want to provoke me, just go for the middle-aged ancient sword cultivator. This kind of ancient sword cultivator has lost the vigor of youth and has not yet matured as an old man. Even though he has been famous for a long time, he has fallen into the predicament of the world. It is the lowest among the lowest... You...

If you fight, you will find that he has many worries and cannot completely let go."

The dilemma of middle age... Mo Mo thought of some of the Seven Sword Immortals, and asked what if it was not the Sword Master but the Sword Master?

Feng Yujin shook his head and said he couldn't afford to offend him. The sword master said that he was a sword master. They were all wolves in sheep's clothing. They started with the power to fight the Holy Emperor.

"The Sword Master is invincible!"

Mo Mo was imbued with this understanding.

But today, this understanding was broken by herself.

The middle-aged sword master seems to be able to reach the second realm... This ancient sword cultivator who suddenly appeared is between "low" and "invincible", and has great instability.

However, Xu Xiaoshou only helped him with a sword from a distance, and that sword didn't seem to be very strong, so he was captured by himself and put into the God's Coffin.

He should be a rookie among the sword masters, just like me, a rookie in refining spirits. But I have Feng Yujin to help him. He has endured for a few years and looks a bit powerful... Mo Mo grabbed the coffin of the God and turned his eyes to look at it.

Xiang Baiyu confirmed:

"You know him?"

Bai Yu shook his head in fear.

He had been captured by the Fengtian Holy Emperor before, but this was the first time he saw Mo Mo take action against him.

She is actually so strong that she can take down the invincible Ancient Sword Saint in one fell swoop?

Where did the Fengdu sword that suddenly fell from the sky come from? Is it one of her trump cards?

Yes……

Emperor Fengtian knew the Eighth Sword Immortal.

That sword was probably left by the Eighth Sword Immortal to this little girl to save her life.

However, he doesn't seem to be very strong. How could he suppress the ancient sword master to death with just one sword?

——Isn’t it because Mo Mo is too strong?

"do not know."

Although Bai Yu was wondering why the ancient sword sage didn't have to come out at all when he seemed to have made a lot of resistance in the end.

But he still said firmly and confidently: "I know all the ancient sword saints, but I definitely have never seen this one!"

Is he an unknown person... Mo Mo came to this conclusion. Sure enough, he was not that strong and could only catch an unknown person.

But the weird feeling in my heart still couldn't be erased.

There is at least one point that cannot be explained:

If you are not strong, how can you become a swordsman? Can you use elixirs to top it up?

She stopped thinking and turned her head to look at the battlefield on the other side.

Feng Yujin was looking at himself blankly, looking at the God's Coffin in his hand, with an expression as if he was about to rush back to help but found that it was no longer needed.

That expression was three parts stunned, three parts shocked, and four parts doubtful, as if to say, how could you challenge the Ancient Sword Master alone?

Mo Mo's eyes curled up, he raised the coffin in his hand and said crisply:

"Take it."

…

Click!

Cracked tortoise shell.

All spirituality has been lost, and all power has been completely sealed.

When his own state slowly transferred to the guardian artifact "Substitute Turtle" that was refined by his sister, Yue Gongli, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

boom--

The purple evil energy surged out, and there was no need to pinch the seal. When Yue Gongli stood up from the dust and smoke, a huge statue suddenly formed.

"Descend! The Evil God of Evil!"

The huge purple-haired monster with three heads and six arms appeared again, but it did not attack immediately. Instead, it stretched out its hand to protect Yue Gongli.

"Feng Yujin, whose dog dares to mess with me?" Yue Gongli shouted loudly.

Returning to the battlefield, with the evil god of evil behind him, he was like a fox that has picked up a tiger and has someone to rely on. He waved his hand and shouted:

"Hua Yuan, give me a sword and kill him, let him know that you ancient sword cultivators are not easy to mess with!"

"..."

Mo Mo looked at him.

Bai Yu looked at him.

Feng Tian Holy Emperor Feng Yujin also looked at him.

No one spoke, and the scene was very awkward.

Yue Gongli opened her mouth. She was about to angrily complain about why this new "servant" was so disappointing. After looking around, her eyes finally fell on the coffin in Mo Mo's hand:

"Hua Yuan!!!"

This incredible roar almost made his eyes pop out.

Yue Gongli was confused.

Really completely confused.

I was just caught off guard and fell down for a moment after receiving a palm from the Holy Emperor. In such a short period of time, were you sealed?

"You are more outrageous than me!"

After another roar at the coffin, Yue Gongli regained his senses, brushed his hair with his fingertips, and calmly pointed at the coffin and said:

"Girl, do you also play with coffins?"

There was no response, a little embarrassed... Yue Gongli's face remained as usual, and he went straight to the point:

"May I ask, girl, who is wearing the hairdresser here, but is that friend of mine?"

I don't know if I'm a friend or not... Mo Mo replied: "The Ancient Sword Master."

"Hahaha!" Yue Gongli raised his head and laughed, his face distorted. He couldn't believe that a super powerful ancient swordsman who could lead him out of the Siming Temple was captured by Taixu.

After laughing three times, Yue Gongli's expression turned calm, and he said with a sense of strangeness: "He is no longer my friend. I don't know him."

Hua Yuan, go ahead.
To be continued...