Ding Xiaoyi breathed a long sigh of relief.
If he hadn't made the temporary decision to fly with his sword, he would have been buried under the collapsed coffin mountain.
At the same time, he was also frightened, but he never thought that the paper sword would actually destroy the coffin mountain.
He did not expect that it was already noon the next day.
It was as if no time passed in the coffin mountain, but he didn't expect that time would pass by one night after another.
When he saw the crowd gathered in the distance to watch, his expression couldn't help but change.
The world of spiritual practice follows the law of the weak and the strong.
He knew that if he escaped from Coffin Mountain, he would inevitably become the target of some people with good intentions.
As expected, several figures were seen rushing toward Ding Xiaoyi.
Their faces showed excitement, and they surrounded Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi's face was calm, and he looked coldly at the group of cultivators who were taking advantage of the situation.
"Boy, what happened to this coffin mountain? Why did it collapse?" A one-eyed fierce man asked Ding Xiaoyi arrogantly.
The other practitioners looked at Ding Xiaoyi coldly with evil eyes.
They did not feel any cultivation aura from Ding Xiaoyi, and just regarded Ding Xiaoyi as an ordinary monk.
As for Ding Xiaoyi being able to escape from the coffin mountain, they just thought that Ding Xiaoyi might have followed his senior into the coffin mountain.
And Ding Xiaoyi's predecessor must have been buried in the coffin mountain.
At the same time, they thought that Ding Xiaoyi's luck was just better, and escaping from the coffin mountain was a complete accident.
Ding Xiaoyi held Xue Ningshang in his arms and looked at the group of practitioners coldly.
Being in the void, he would naturally not be afraid of this group of cultivators who were eyeing him eagerly.
Although these practitioners all have extraordinary levels of cultivation,
But he has even killed great cultivators in the Immortal Realm, so why should he be afraid of the cultivators in the Mortal Realm?
"You don't want to see what happened in Coffin Mountain yourself," Ding Xiaoyi replied calmly and angrily to the one-eyed fierce man.
He never has a good look on these people who cut off the road halfway.
These guys didn't have the guts to enter the coffin mountain by themselves, but they specifically lurked near the coffin mountain.
Once someone escapes from the coffin mountain, they reap the benefits.
They should have done this kind of thing a lot,
Of course, in Coffin Mountain, they would not be able to intercept the practitioners who escaped from Coffin Mountain, because there was no way in or out of Coffin Mountain.
Those corpse masters were all refined by practitioners who entered Coffin Mountain to look for opportunities.
The Corpse King refined these practitioners into the Corpse King.
If it weren't for the power of the paper sword, he would most likely have been refined into a member of the Corpse Corps' army.
"Boy, I have been guarding Qingfeng for several years, and you are still the first to escape safely from Coffin Mountain. Of course, there were people who escaped from Coffin Mountain, but their endings were tragic."
The one-eyed fierce man said fiercely to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi also knew that when he was in Qingfengju, he saw Chen Laosi escaping from Coffin Mountain, and then Chen Laosi died of anger.
"So what? They are not me. You don't have the guts to enter the coffin mountain. You just do some half-way things. After practicing for so many years, you have become like a dog."
Ding Xiaoyi scolded the one-eyed fierce man without any politeness.
Upon hearing Ding Xiaoyi's scolding, the one-eyed fierce man's face turned as red as a pig's gallbladder.
But the other practitioners had strange expressions on their faces.
Ding Xiaoyi saw the weird expressions on the faces of these practitioners, but he didn't think much about it.
With a thought, he wanted to break out of the encirclement.
"Boy, who are you calling a dog?" The one-eyed fierce man's face turned extremely ferocious, and he angrily shouted at Ding Xiaoyi.
Seeing this fierce man's huge reaction, Ding Xiaoyi was also stunned.
His double
The yin and yang cycle of samsara appeared in the eyes, looking through the yin and yang cycle of samsara,
Ding Xiaoyi suddenly realized that the one-eyed man in front of him was actually a big black dog.
It turned out to be a dog demon, and Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel happy.
He didn't expect that he would hit the one-eyed man's sore spot all at once.
They say that their cultivation has reached the level of dogs.
Some monsters are very sensitive to their own identities, and they regard them as human beings.
But they forgot that they were not actually humans, but demons.
"You are said to be a dog. What's wrong? Aren't you a dog?" Ding Xiaoyi looked at the dog demon coldly, and then sneered unceremoniously.
A mere super-level dog demon wanted to bark in front of him, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Boy, you are looking for death." The one-eyed man's eyes were filled with fierceness, and an iron rod in his hand whizzed hard at Ding Xiaoyi.
This one-eyed dog demon is extremely confident in his own cultivation.
He is just a young boy, and besides, this young man does not have any aura of cultivation in his body.
[In view of the general environment,
If you hit him with a stick, you'll be killed.
What the one-eyed dog demon wants most is the opportunity from Ding Xiaoyi, because he has already seen the Qiankun bag at Ding Xiaoyi's waist.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes turned cold. This dog demon was so cruel, which showed that he had done this kind of thing frequently.
He waved his arm, and a prehistoric aura burst out,
With a "bang" sound, Ding Xiaoyi swung his fist and hit the iron rod that the dog demon had swung at.
With a "click", powerful counterattack force poured into the iron rod, and the face of the dog demon changed drastically.
He felt an overwhelming power from the domain pouring in, shattering his arm.
At the same time, his arm was broken by the overwhelming force, and the iron rod flew away from his hand.
Ding Xiaoyi grabbed the iron rod in his hand, raised the iron rod and struck it hard at the dog demon.
The dog demon was shocked. When he saw Ding Xiaoyi raising the iron rod to hit him, he subconsciously raised his arms to block it.
"Bang" sound,
The arm of the one-eyed dog demon was smashed to pieces by the iron rod, and the dog demon let out a shrill scream.
Ding Xiaoyi ignored it, raised the iron rod in his hand and continued to hit the one-eyed dog demon fiercely.
The iron rod turned into layers of stick shadows, falling like raindrops on the one-eyed dog demon.
"Bang, bang, bang", there were endless dull sounds, and the dog demon was hit by Ding Xiaoyi and couldn't help but retreat.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were filled with frost, and the iron rod was as heavy as a thousand pieces in his hand.
There was a "boom" sound,
The dog demon let out a shrill scream and was knocked to the ground by Ding Xiaoyi.
The body of the dog demon has already smashed a huge pit into the ground.
At this time, the dog demon's aura was weak, and all the bones in his body had been broken.
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's cruel behavior, the practitioners couldn't help but take a breath of air.
They did not expect that Ding Xiaoyi seemed to have no aura, but was extremely powerful.
They were naturally aware of the dog demon's cultivation strength, but they did not expect that he would be beaten by that young man without any help.
"This dog-beating stick is good." Ding Xiaoyi took in the expressions of all the practitioners.
He flicked his right hand, and the iron rod turned into a stream of light and shot towards the dog demon.
With a "pop" sound, the iron rod sank directly into the rock next to the dog demon.
The iron rod was inserted into the rock, and even the shadow could not be seen.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes swept over the besieged practitioners one by one. Everyone saw Ding Xiaoyi's cold eyes.
They subconsciously took a few steps back.
"A bunch of worthless scum," Ding Xiaoyi sneered unceremoniously.
No one dared to refute his sarcasm.
Ding Xiaoyi used his rough violence to suppress this group of practitioners with evil intentions into silence. The expressions on their faces were particularly wonderful.
Finally, Ding Xiaoyi stepped on his long sword and fired towards Qingfeng Town.
But everyone looked at each other, they were already trembling with fear.
Their cultivation strength was similar to that of the dog demon, and even the dog demon was brutally tortured at the hands of the boy in cloth.
If they take action rashly, they will undoubtedly be asking for trouble.
Back at Qingfeng Residence, Ding Xiaoyi saw Qin Jialuo holding a book.
Qin Jialuo also felt Ding Xiaoyi, and a warm smile appeared on his face, as if everything was as he expected.
Ding Xiaoyi's return was all under his control, and there was no unexpected expression on his face.
"Shopkeeper Qin, do you have some wine?"
Ding Xiaoyi sent the unconscious Xue Ningshang to Princess Dayong's room, and then asked Qin Jialuo with a bright smile on his face.
"Yes, of course there is wine." Qin Jialuo was very considerate and did not ask about what happened in Coffin Mountain, but replied to Ding Xiaoyi with a smile.
When Ding Xiaoyi saw Qin Jialuo's considerate smile, he felt inexplicably warm in his heart.
Qin Jialuo did not have any ill intentions towards them, but instead melted the gloom in his heart like the spring sun.
"Wait a minute, I have good wine here." Qin Jialuo put down the book in his hand, and then said to Ding Xiaoyi mysteriously.
Ding Xiaoyi smiled casually, and Qin Jialuo gave him a feeling of spring breeze.
"This wine is called Drunken Life, Dreams of Death, and it has a lot of stamina."
After a while, Qin Jialuo came back with a jar of wine. He introduced the jar of wine in his hand to Ding Xiaoyi.
