Hui stared blankly at the Jiuding falling, no longer hitting the red hanging coffin, just watching.
This tripod should belong to it.
The first tripod fell and hit the silver hanging coffin, pushing the silver hanging coffin away from the unknown door without leaving a trace. Then the second tripod hit, leaving a shallow mark that was almost invisible unless you looked closely.
came out, then the third, fourth, fifth, the tripods hit each other one by one, leaving traces visible to the naked eye on the silver hanging coffin, and they continued to expand.
Hui had no choice but to hide in the hanging coffin, unable to move.
When the sixth tripod hit, cracks appeared in the silver hanging coffin. Hui looked through the cracks at the starry sky and Mr. Mu, and the scenes of the decisive battle in this universe appeared in his mind.
Nine, the universe here is very special.
At the beginning, nine people worked hard to shine the last bright light of their lives just to send this person away.
Those nine people were no different from ants in front of it, but it was those nine people who fought for this person's chance of survival.
Now what hits me are nine tripods, one by one?
The seventh tripod struck, and the cracks in the silver hanging coffin expanded. Through the cracks, Hui could clearly see the starry sky, so deep that the silver was gone.
The eighth tripod struck, breaking a hole in the silver hanging coffin. Hui felt that his head could pass through the hole, and his body turned into liquid, and he could easily pass through the hole.
The unknown hanging coffin was broken.
Is there such a thing in history? Maybe there is, but I don’t know. Everyone who is knocked out of a hanging coffin is dead. Even the hanging coffin cannot protect oneself, so what else can protect oneself?
In the starry sky, the ninth cauldron fell, approaching the silver hanging coffin, getting bigger, bigger, bigger...
Chapter completed!