The coffin was motionless under the starry sky.
Seeing this, Lu Zhong put his fingers together and placed them between his eyebrows. His long eyebrows trembled as he muttered something.
The hanging chains tied to the coffin rattled.
Lu Zhong made a sword with his fingers and slashed with one sword.
"puff."
The chains and coffin were silent, but Lu Zhong was the first to spit out a mouthful of blood.
But he laughed loudly. He had never been injured in all these years. He never thought that today, in order to open his brother's coffin to find the treasure, he would suffer serious injuries.
The years have been so long, and my brother died tens of thousands of years ago. His body and soul disappeared, but he never thought that the remaining power would still be so powerful.
Even though he, Lu Zhong, was already at the pinnacle of supreme power, he was still unable to defeat the supreme power.
This is my brother, this is the man who bullies all races and makes all creatures in the world willing to bow down and be called God!
"Brother Lu, are you okay?" Qilin's eyebrows were a little worried.
"It doesn't matter."
Lu Zhong's long sleeves fluttered, and pieces of drawing paper flew out from his sleeves. The drawing papers, like the paper money used by ordinary people when worshiping the deceased, burned and danced around the coffin.
Then, Lu Zhong pressed his hand fiercely on the coffin lid, trying to push the coffin lid open.
"boom..."
There was a roar under the starry sky, the coffin was pushed open, and vast energy rolled out from the coffin, sweeping across the entire ninth floor of the Demon Locking Tower in an instant.
Lu Zhong's figure and Qilin's figure couldn't bear it anymore, so they flew upside down, flew out of the Demon Locking Tower, and hit the wall of Lu Zhong's study hard. The drawing papers flew and scattered, and the candlelight shook.
Lu Feng, with disheveled hair, ignored the blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and grabbed the rickety Demon Locking Tower on the desk.
He finally took a step slower, and the Demon Locking Tower fell to the ground with a bang. The demonic aura and spiritual energy scattered, sweeping through the entire study and wreaking havoc on the entire Lu family.
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Zhao Wujiang shivered, and Jing'er was filled with love.
He immediately felt a stream of cold air suddenly appear from his tailbone and go straight to his Tianling Gai.
Soon after, he turned over, hugged Xuanyuan Jing and wrapped him tightly in the quilt, the two of them pressed against the innermost side of the bed.
Xuanyuan Jing's face was rosy and suspicious, and he looked at Zhao Wujiang blankly.
"What a risk, I almost caught the cold." Zhao Wujiang muttered.
He just felt a gust of wind.
This evil wind came so strangely and suddenly that it cannot be described in detail.
If I have to describe it, it feels a bit like someone's ancestral grave has been dug up.
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It was dawn the next day.
Early in the morning, Prince Yin's Mansion received a message from Honglu Temple and invited Prince Yin to visit Honglu Temple.
Zhao Wujiang threw it aside and didn't pay much attention to it.
In the near future, there are only two major events that he will participate in, one is the conferment in the morning tomorrow, and the other is the ancestor worship ceremony nine days later.
Other matters such as requests for marriage from forces outside the Immortal Dynasty are trivial matters.
After having breakfast, Zhao Wujiang walked towards the harem.
According to Ji Bochang's usual routine, every morning when there was no important matter, he would visit his mother, Concubine An.
After walking through the corridor and arriving at Ning'an Palace where Concubine An was, Zhao Wujiang stepped into the palace. The servants of Ning'an Palace quickly bowed and saluted, and at the same time someone went to announce his arrival.
At this time, within his Daolian body, Ji Bochang's spirit, imprisoned by the five thunders, was trembling violently.
Ji Bochang didn't know the situation in the outside world, but he could feel many familiar atmospheres.
For example, last night, he felt the breath of his six concubines.
He did not dare to imagine how inhumane and cruel torture his concubine would face from Zhao Wujiang.
That's all. After all, Ji Bochang has quite a lot of women, so being raped by Zhao Wujiang... it doesn't hurt to borrow a few of them.
But now, in his dazed state, he suddenly felt another familiar aura approaching, it was his mother.
He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and roared angrily:
"Zhao Wujiang, what are you going to do to my mother!!!"
Soon, Zhao Wujiang saw a beautiful and dignified woman approaching eagerly and joyfully, and at the same time, Ji Bochang's roar rang out in his heart.
He chuckled in his heart and strode towards the woman.
