This transparent coffin is extremely large, with a cover on it, and a Tai Chi diagram in the middle of the cover, with two yin and yang points raised on the picture. This Tai Chi diagram should be the entrance to the coffin. Li Mo was really standing on the cover of the coffin at this time, staring at the inside of the coffin.

There is no corpse of Zixia King here, only a small axe with extremely black and unclear patterns. It is placed in the king's coffin. Next to it is the Zixia Dan in the Zixia Light Column, a volume of Zixia Ancient Classics, and the thirty-six strategies to become the Lord.

When Li Mo saw this magical axe, his heart trembled inexplicably, and an indescribable feeling arose.

This black axe was extremely familiar with. It was the legendary forbidden axe that the Li family had protected for thousands of years on Earth.

The only difference is that this axe is much smaller than the one on Earth, and the rest are exactly the same.

It made Li Mo feel that this legendary axe was not the first time he saw it in this world. That time, he was furious and deposed the stick of the sanctuary courtyard. The Elders' Court summoned Li Mo after hearing the news. The summoning token was a black iron order, and there were two real dragons on the token. The real dragon was surrounded by such a strange black axe. "I must get this axe. This magical axe is related to my coming to this world, and even the original death of Mad Seventeen. Our family has been protected for thousands of years and suffered from the pain of curses. The guarded taboo axe appears here. All of this reveals a mystery, a mystery about yourself and even the family. Now a similar axe appears in this tomb of the King. I must get it. Solving these mysteries can be considered as a wish for grandpa." Thinking of this, Li Mo jumped and headed straight for the Tai Chi diagram.

"This does not belong to you!" Heng Juhun attacked with a palm.

"I knew you were unwilling to give up." A sound of breaking wind came, and Li Mo turned around and made a "explosion punch".

Because under the pressure of gravity, the movements were slower than usual. When the fist and the palm were facing each other, huge force spread out, and the two of them retreated at the same time.

"I know you are very strong, but I didn't expect you to be so strong. Now I'll let you go if you step down."

"Haha, your name is Henghenghun. I know that you have a lot of goals and are very scheming, but it is useless in the face of strength. I am sure to win the axe in this coffin, and no one can stop it."

"Then die!" Heng Juhun was furious.

A stream of hot air spread out from its body. As the tumbling of the energy was about to swallow Li Mo.

"Good come!" Li Mo took a trembling step and avoided the heat lang. He used a "broken palm" to appear in an instant, but only half of it was a palm without fingers.

This palm is like entering a state of nothingness, penetrates through the heat and never stops.

The "Fire Spirit Bird" came out of Heng Juhun's mouth. A firebird was flapping its wings, and its feathers made of flames were radiant. Clusters of flames fell on the ground. The temperature in this world rose sharply, and the heat could be felt in the air.

The broken palm that Li Mo slapped out was directly smoked and faded by the hot breath. When he arrived in front of Heng Juhun, he had no corresponding power.

The fire bird screamed strangely, and its little claws grabbed Li Mo directly, as if it was the insect in his mouth.

"You dare to take out a small thing as a combat skill, but you can only die." Li Mo was still like that, and he shot the most familiar "explosion punch". This time he punched forty-nine punches on his face. Even Li Mo himself couldn't control it. Once he hit the explosion punch, he felt like he couldn't stop.

As expected, after the firebird exploded with sixteen punches, its fiery red wings broke. After thirty-six punches, it was blown to the ground and disappeared.

"It seems that you are really hard to deal with. I am very curious about how a concubine's son can have his current cultivation level. Perhaps there is a secret that is more precious than this thousand-year-old king in you."

"It's useless to say more, you can see real tricks from your hands!" Li Mo did not answer. As long as he fought, no matter what kind of cultivation the other party's opponent's ability was, he would be fully focused.

"Okay, then we will decide the outcome in one move!"

After Hengheng Hun finished speaking, his rough fist danced, and the powerful fluctuations swept the air away, leaving a vacuum. "Seventeen, this is my strongest combat skill, "Nine Thousands of Fist", now it is its real power. If you can die under it, you can rest assured."

Henghenghun's fist hit nine punches one after another, without any rules. In the eyes of others, it is fast, cruel, messy, and cruel, just like the aura of an ancient ferocious beast. A storm suddenly broke out, messy and overwhelming, trying to take Li Mo's life.

"I only know how to 'explode fists', but that's enough." Li Mo's aura changed instantly, and it became sharp. "Papapapapa..." He punched one hundred and eight punches in one bite, and his fists were wild, as if he wanted to eat and kill flesh and blood, and drink his soul.

Such a burst fist collided with Henghenghun's nine heavy punches.

The air was annihilated, and the huge vibration caused the coffin to drop by one foot, and the remaining fists were still colliding.

After hitting one hundred and eight punches, Li Mo was not idle, and he was still at ease. He naturally bounced a little snake and instantly hit him.

Henghenghun didn't care, he focused on breaking the explosive fist, but just randomly blessed a shield.

A snake less than half a foot long blinked his finger, white and bright, penetrated the shield under Heng Juhun's nose and drilled into Heng Juhun's chest.

"puff!"

"Uh? Why?"

Heng Juhun stared at the little snake's eyes tightly, and he couldn't figure it out. With the defense of the sixth level of the realm of the First Penetration, he could not stop the incomparable combat skills of the blink of an eye. He would be penetrated by it like a tofu...

Heng Juhun's body softened and slowly fell down. His hands struggled to support the ground. Blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, and the hoarse and rapid breathing kept ringing, "I'm not willing to give up, I'm no worse than my ancestors..." His goal in his life was to reach the level of Heng Zibei, which is now impossible.

After Hengheng Soul died, without the support of his own vitality, he was squeezed bit by bit by bit by bit by gravity and squeezed into meat paste.

Li Mo murmured at the Heng Resentful Soul who was squeezed into flesh mud: "The sixth level of the First Meng Realm is indeed difficult to deal with. If I don't unlock the third meridian and use the second level of the Heavenly Heaven's cultivation, then I will be the one who will lose now."

It turned out that before this, Li Mo had been suppressing his cultivation and suppressing his cultivation to the second level of the Shimeng Realm. He just now unraveled the power of the third meridian in the battle with Hengheng Soul.

Without the obstacle of the ever-resentful soul, Li Mo successfully entered the coffin.

With trembling hands, he picked up the ancient ground-level scriptures and combat skills, and there were still ten purple hymn pills scattered there. Li Mo did not let go and put them into the storage bag one by one.

Then he looked at the axe and said, "It's so dark!" Li Mo's thought was exactly the same as the axe on Earth.

"It's finally possible to unravel these secrets!" Li Mo was very hot and a little excited.

I reached out to pick up the axe.

As soon as his hand touched the axe, a black light flashed, and a black shadow instantly penetrated into Li Mo's chest.
Chapter completed!