Chapter 47
The howling in the ghost coffin could not be calmed down for a long time, even though the shrill ghost howling was not as piercing as before, the pain from the primordial spirit could still be heard.
Some people are afraid of watching Moxiu, some appreciate it, and some have other thoughts because of their greed.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger.
White catkins were flying, and the girl standing quietly in front of the coffin was covered with mottled snowflakes. The pure and refined facial features, in the eyes of the nearby monks, are like the king of Hades demanding his life.
In the snow, a ray of light rippled lightly, and the unruly figure raised his long sword horizontally, holding a dead head on the tip of the sword, and appeared beside Sha Zhou.
The north wind blows his sandalwood robes, like flames in the snow, flying wantonly, and the bright red blood drips down the sword tip, staining the white snow on the ground red.
The person who came back was full of ghostly aura, full of evil spirits, and his handsome and tough features revealed a bit of hostility.
Sha Zhou saw that his ghostly aura was a little riotous, pointed his sword upwards, and quickly transformed into a requiem talisman, hitting his shadow in the snow.
In just a moment, the ghost energy entered his body.
Duanli took two breaths, looked around, a pair of eyes as deep as a cold pool, with the appearance of devouring people, swept over the onlookers.
All the demon cultivators who came into contact with his eyes were stunned by this glance from afar.
Some people couldn't stand the intimidation and left the snow in an instant, while others set their eyes on the coffins in the snow without giving up.
The treasures are alluring, although they are afraid of these coffins, they can't help but want to take them as their own.
These people's covetousness is not hidden, Sha Zhou can clearly feel their appraising eyes.
Sha Zhou threw out six talismans to suppress the corpses, and temporarily calmed the six gold elixirs killed by the zombie bones. She turned her head to the direction where the prying eyes were most intense. Two talismans were drawn.
Two thunderbolts struck the malicious person's head and exploded out of thin air.
"Little girl, why are you so angry? We just see that your coffins are rare, and there is no other meaning." The two Golden Core cultivators who were blasted by the thunder, they quickly moved away when they sensed the thunder force.
After getting out of the way, one of them smiled sarcastically, talking nonsense with his eyes open, as if the coveted eyes just now were just Sha Zhou's illusion.
"Well, I have no other intentions, just want to try my own talisman." Sha Zhou looked at the two of them and said with a smile.
The smile was very bright, but it inexplicably sent chills down the spines of the two monks.
Sha Zhousu grabbed the human head hanging from the tip of the severed sword in the air with one hand, then lightly tossed it onto the ossuary, then turned to ask the two monks: "What do you two think of my ossuary?" Like?"
The two demon cultivators who coveted Sha Zhou's coffin looked at the bloody head on the edge of the coffin, and said, "It's very powerful." It is indeed very powerful, they have
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FantasiSha Zhou is a modern celestial master who had an accident when she put the master's bronze corpse into the coffin and traveled through time. At the beginning of the game, she took the death script, and was under the black hand, pushing into the scen...
