Chapter 3: Destiny is Chess

Copper coin lock soul

Lin Feng's white hair was blown away by the wind, and the blood dragon soul was restless in his body - the woman in blue obviously had no cultivation, but he instinctively threatened him.

"Who is your Excellency?" He ran the dragon pattern secretly, and a cluster of blood-colored flames condensed in the palm of his palm, "The lackey of Xuanming Holy Land? Or is it the detective of the Nine Ghost Demon Sect?

The woman smiled and a copper coin popped up at her fingertips. Copper coins turned into golden light, instantly binding the soul of the elder. The soul screamed and twisted, and it was made into a dark bead.

"My name is Qingyuan, the seventh generation of Destiny Pavilion." She threw her soul beads and her eyes jokingly, "Ac for the Holy Land? They don't even have the right to divinate me.

Lin Feng's pupil is miniature. Destiny Pavilion - Three hundred years ago, the detached forces of the thirteen sects in the Northern Regions were slaughtered. It is said that the owner of the Pavilion could see the heavenly way and use all sentient beings as chess.

"What do you want to do?" He stepped back half a step, and the dragon pattern protected his heart.

Qingyuan suddenly approached, and the tip of her nose almost clung to his chin: "Do a deal with you. I helped you avoid the 'God Punishment Pursuit Order' of the Xuanming Holy Land, and you..." She scratched the dragon pattern on Lin Feng's chest with her fingertips and "Retrieve a body from the dragon tomb."

Heavenly punishment comes.

Boom--!

A blood crack suddenly cracked in the sky, and countless chains fell down. At the end of the chain, there was a huge bronze coffin, which was engraved with the word "crime".

"Heaven punishes the coffin... The Holy Land actually uses the Holy King's magic weapon!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth. Once this coffin is locked in, the soul will suffer forever.

Qingyuan smiled and said, "Look, they are in a hurry." She threw out three copper coins. The copper coins formed a triangle in the air and temporarily resisted the whereabouts of the chain. "Lin Daoyou, in response to my deal, will it become the bacon in the coffin?"

Lin Feng grabbed her wrist: "I chose the third way - lifted the coffin board!"

The blood dragon soul completely broke out! Lin Feng burned the remaining longevity, his gray hair turned ashes, but his face returned to his youth. He punched the sky to punish the coffin. The dragon shadow collided with the chain, and the space was torn out of a cobweb-like crack.

Qingyuan narrowed her eyes and said, "Are you crazy? Use "Reverse Scale Secret" to harden the Holy King Soldier?" However, she quietly crushed a copper coin and injected a wisp of heavenly luck into Lin Feng's body.

The truth in the coffin

The lid of the coffin was lifted, but Lin Feng was stunned in place - there was the body of a dragon head lying in the coffin, and his appearance was similar to that of him!

"Is this...my father?" His soul was shocked, and the dragon pattern rushed to the body uncontrollably.

"No, this is the Tianxu Dragon Emperor 300 years ago, your great-grandfather." Qingyuan's voice was suddenly cold, "He was refined into a corpse puppet in the holy place, locked in the coffin to slaughter his classmates."

As if to confirm her words, the dragon corpse suddenly opened its eyes, and his pupils were as dark as an abyss. Lin Feng's dragon pattern was swallowed up in reverse, and the power of the bloodline was rapidly lost!

"Now, fulfill the transaction." Qingyuan threw out the soul bead, and the soul of the elder in the pearl roared into the heart of the dragon's body's eyebrows, "Wake him up with your blood."

The evidence of the ancestor-killing

The dragon corpse burst out, and the sharp claws went straight out Lin Feng's heart. At a moment of life and death, Lin Feng instead withdrew his defense and let his claws run through his chest!

"Are you crazy?!" The green kito finally changed color.

"It's you who are crazy." Lin Feng grabbed the dragon corpse's wrist and grinned, "Do you really think I don't know the 'snatching gossip' of the Destiny Pavilion?" The dragon pattern on his chest suddenly reversed, forcing the Tiandao luck injected by Qingyuan out of his body. "Do you want to use my blood to let this old man be reborn?"

Qingyuan retreated, but she saw Lin Feng tear open the chest of the dragon's body and take out a beating heart. The heart is wrapped with blood chains - it is the control core of the heavenly punishment coffin!

"Dragon's Secret Art · Sacrifice to Ancestors!" Lin Feng crushed his heart, and the chain was broken. The dragon corpse howled and weathered, and the heavenly punishment coffin burst.

He turned to Qingyuan, and his hands were dripping with blood: "The transaction continues, but the content has been changed - I want you Destiny Pavilion to help me slaughter the saint!"