Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed: "It's good to come."

Chi Xuan, who was in charge of the formation and was protected by the formation, was obviously aware of this, and quickly opened the soul-revering flag behind him. The huge flag diverted several percent of the incense pillar above.

The two were in a stalemate.

A few moments.

"Boom!"

The white sun in the sky vibrated, and a solid white light penetrated the golden incense, which seemed to tear apart the huge power of both sides, splitting apart the aura and mighty energy of the confrontation in front of them.

A figure walked out of the crack.

It was a monk who was wearing a robe and looked very generous. He walked over with a smile on his face.

Chi Xuan in the formation exclaimed: "Senior Jing!"

"Senior Jing..."

"Quick, help the real person!"

But the old monster Jing who escaped from the white light turned a deaf ear and turned into light and rushed into the banyan tree. His figure appeared above the burial coffin, his eyes full of enthusiasm and madness: "Finally, finally let me come back!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the lid of the coffin in front of him.

Keng.

The large cover of the coffin is mostly embedded in the mountain.
Chapter completed!