Chapter 5: Dragon Blood Festival Coffin

Variated in the coffin

Lin Feng's dragon blood dripped on the crystal coffin, and the blood beads did not slip, but crawled all over the coffin like living things. Qingyuan retreated to the edge of the altar, and seven copper coins were suspended in arrays, with a deep smile on the corners of her mouth.

"You know what's inside, right?" Lin Fenglong's claws clasped the lid of the coffin and stared at Qingyuan. "If you play tricks again, I'll tear you up first."

Qingyuan played with the fragments of the puppet left by Ji Wuye: "It's you, Lin Daoyou, who opened the coffin."

The coffin lid burst off! In the cold air, Lin Feng looked at a pair of golden pupils exactly the same as himself - the woman in the coffin slowly sat up, her white hair was windless, and her fingertips patted his eyebrows:

"The son of rebellion... should be killed."

Suspicion of mother-sel

Longyin shone the altar, and the woman's paw penetrated Lin Feng's shoulder blade and nailed him to the ground. Strangely, the attack had no intention of killing, but was like some kind of ritual - the dragon blood flowing from the wound was absorbed by the runes at the bottom of the coffin, and the whole altar began to rise.

"She's not your mother." The voice of the green iris passed through the rampaging dragon power, "This is the 'life傀' of the last priest of the Tianxu dragon clan, guarding the entrance of the dragon tomb by obsession."

Lin Feng roared and broke his wrist, only to find that the limb was instantly regenerated. What's more frightening is that every time he is injured, the altar rises a hundred feet, and the huge gate of dragon skeletons gradually appears in the clouds.

"She is using your blood to untie the Dragon Tomb." Qingyuan's copper money array blocked the pursuit of the life-threatement. "But if you lose more than half of the blood... you will become a sacrifice to open the door."

Ji Wuye's chess game

The life puppet suddenly stopped, and the shadow of Ji Wuye appeared in his chest: "Is it a surprise? This body has long been planted by this son. He licked the blood stains on his lips and said, "Thank you for opening the dragon tomb for me in return--"

The virtual shadow burst, the puppet's eyes were red, and the attack speed soared three times! Lin Feng's dragon scales fell off under the erosion of poison, and Qingyuan's copper money began to bind him in reverse.

"The gossip always says that I'm crazy." Qingyuan dodged the dragon's breath, and his smile became brighter and brighter. "But it's really crazy to dare to cooperate with the Soul Eater Sect."

Lin Feng suddenly grabbed a copper coin and let it cut the palm of his hand: "You have already calculated this point and deliberately led him into the game?"

"What else?"

Break the game with your life.

The door of the Dragon Tomb has been opened by 80%, and Lin Feng's vision began to blur due to blood loss. The attack of the puppet suddenly weakened - her remaining consciousness was against the soul-eating!

"Child... escape..." The broken syllables were squeezed out between the throats of the puppet, and the golden pupil burst into tears.

Lin Feng was shocked all over. This look... is exactly the same as the night of my mother's self-sealing blood in my memory!

"Whether you are a puppet or a ghost--" He burst out and grabbed the puppet's throat, and Long Wen poured his arm into his eyebrows. "Give my mother's eyes... back!"

The blood dragon soul rushed into the puppet platform along the divine consciousness and tore off Ji Wuye's poison. In an instant, Lin Feng saw the illusion: Three hundred years ago, the dragon priest sealed his heart into the crystal coffin and knelt down to the sky to pray for - "May I take my soul as the guide and protect the life of the son of my life."

Inheritance of Dragon Tomb

The fate puppet turned into a light spot and dissipated, and the door of the dragon tomb opened with a bang. Lin Feng fell to the ground with a dragon-shaped brand on his chest.

"Congratulations." Qingyuan picked up the worm that Ji Wuye had scattered, "You have just destroyed the soul of the Holy Son. He should jump in Jiuyou at this time."

Lin Feng held down the brand, and a large amount of information poured into his mind - [Chaotic Dragon Body · First Stage Awakening Conditions: Devouring Three Kinds of Strange Fires, One is already in the Core of the Dragon Tomb].

"You knew there was a strange fire behind the door." He looked at Qingyan coldly.

"The horoscope didn't say that you hold a grudge like this." She threw a bottle of elixir and said, "Recover your strength. The real hunters are coming in."

Countless streams of light lit up in the sky, and the war flag of the Xuanming Holy Land and the bone boat of the Jiuyou Demon Sect covered the sky and the sun. And after them, a sword shadow in blue came on the clouds - the jade pendant on the man's waist was engraved with Lin Feng's mother's name.