Chapter 1583

Now, his dream is about to come true. As long as the remaining two coffins are opened, he will be able to leave here. At that time, the sky will be high and free.

Canggou looked at his bloody thigh and swallowed his saliva. Then he opened his heart and closed his eyes slightly. He roared: "forget it, just die!"

Put your hands on the coffin board of unknown material, and push forward.

After Canggou exerted all his strength, the coffin board also moved one third to face.

Canggou's face looks happy. Don't you still live well?

The refined man also looked nervous, staring at the coffin of Canggou.

Ye Hao did not dare to be careless. He also turned his eyes to the dark coffin. Although there were three coffins here, maybe the one promoted by Canggou had what they wanted.

Canggou's eyes were slightly fixed. He seemed to see something in the coffin. Just as he was about to push away the coffin, a dazzling white light blinded his eyes.

The refined man looked at the dazzling light, his heart trembled, his face paler, his lips slightly trembled, and whispered, "here it comes."

Before the words were heard, a mighty force of stars rushed out of the coffin, and the whole person disappeared, even without a cry.

Ye Hao's seven people were shocked and scared. This is definitely a dangerous and dangerous place. Canggou just opened one third of the coffin and died. What if he opened all the coffins? What happens?

The elegant man is happy, because he feels that the seal power of Xingyue palace seems to be weakened. It seems that this method is feasible.

With a big hand, Bai Jun is pushed to the coffin by him.

That position is the position where Canggou just stood. Bai Jun is trembling all over. He is the prince of the white God empire. Now he can only be forced to pick the coffin. It's really sad.

"If I don't do it, I'll do it!"

Under the threat of the refined man, Bai Jun moves the coffin by a third with trembling body. Before he can speak, another force of stars comes out, and the two princes of the liupin Empire die.

It is more and more difficult for the refined man to hide the excitement on his face. As soon as he grabs it, Longyang Sanren stands in front of the "coffin of death".

He looked at the beggars reluctantly, and there was nothing he could do about them. After all, it was difficult for him to protect himself. The king and the strong were standing in front of them, and it was not the same as playing with them.

Longyang scattered helpless sigh, boom, the whole coffin was pushed down by him on the ground.

Then, his eyes closed, as if he was waiting for the call of death. But after a long time, there was no power of the stars, and his face looked happy. Could it be said that the power of the stars of the coffin was used up.

Then he looked at the coffin and found a small black bead lying quietly in it.

"What is this?" Stretch out the right hand, just touch, boom!

A waterfall of silver hanging in the air, Longyang scattered dead!

After the silver light dissipated, the refined man burst out laughing, rushed to the coffin, raised the small black bead, and said with a loud laugh: "ha ha, there are Hunyuan beads here. It's just that my old injury is not healed. With this bead, I will return to the peak!"

Ye Hao's five faces are dignified. The refined man is trying to find his way with them. After all the threats disappear, he can get the treasures inside.

It's just a small coffin. Three people have died. The remaining coffin is the largest. It's as big as the left and right. It's hard to open it!

The refined man put away the hunyuanzhu, came to the four and said with a smile, "well, what they promised me has been done. Next, it's your turn."

The five were silent.

The refined man sneered and said, "do you want me to do it myself?"

Begging on crutches has been struggling, but it is useless; Duobao three frowns tightly, thinking carefully; The golden light monk's face is fierce, and the golden light is more and more prosperous; The swordsman in white has no expression and doesn't know what he is thinking.

Finally, Ye Hao said, "I'll come."

"What?"

All four of them were shocked.

Ye Hao put up a smile and said, "let me take the lead this time."

Looking at Ye Hao with crutches, he seems to think of something.

"Well, then you go!"

A push pushes Ye Hao to the rest of the coffin.

The elegant man embraces his hands and quietly looks at the scene. For him, whoever comes first and who comes later is the same. Anyway, they are all going to die.

Standing in front of the coffin, Ye Hao swallowed his saliva nervously. To tell the truth, he is not fully sure, but under the current situation, even if only 10% of the assurance is to try.

Take a deep breath, put your hands on the cold coffin, drink a low, forehead blue muscle burst up, push hard!

Bang!

The huge coffin was directly pushed to the ground by Ye Hao.

The elegant man was surprised. He didn't expect that the boy with the lowest level could lift the coffin at one go. It's a little interesting.

Monk Jinguang looks at Ye Hao standing in front of the coffin and becomes more and more restless.

The swordsman in white slowly drew out his sword and faced the back of the elegant man with a slightly cold face.

Duobaosan wants to know what's in the coffin.

Begging on crutches is to place all their hopes on Ye Hao. If Ye Hao is not spared, the rest of them have no need to try.

Ye Hao slowly spits out a foul breath and looks at the treasures lying quietly at the bottom of the coffin, waiting for people to take them away. The corners of his mouth involuntarily rise and show a smile.

Hum!

Ye Hao's palm just touched the treasure at the bottom of the coffin, and a dazzling light flashed up.

The five elegant men quickly covered their eyes, and then they saw an incredible scene.

In the transparent circle, there are four pieces of paper with silver light. In the center of the paper, there is a young man with silver skin.

The refined man fixed his eyes on Ye Hao? What's going on?

He was sure that the four pieces of paper must have recorded the skill of emperor Xingyue, but why did those pieces of paper surround Ye Hao now? Why didn't the power of the stars devour Ye Hao? What's the matter with Ye Hao's silvery skin?

These problems are not only lingering in the hearts of the refined men, but also in the hearts of the three swordsmen in white. Only the crutches and beggars look at this scene and smile.