Chapter 1411 The Resurrection of the Holy Coffin

Everyone was a little panicked at once, and each of them gathered their own strength, trying to break free from the ancient bronze coffin, or want to crush the ancient coffin.

It was fine if they didn't use force, but when they exerted force, they suddenly felt that the force on their bodies rushed towards the ancient bronze coffin uncontrollably, as if being sucked in by a water suction machine.

Wang Zhao and the others were beyond horrified, seeing their power flow into the ancient bronze coffin, but they couldn't stop it at all, and they couldn't leave the ancient bronze coffin with both hands.

Zhong Sanxiao summoned a sword-shaped gene nucleus, and slashed fiercely on the bronze coffin lid, but the gene nucleus touched the coffin lid, but did not make the slightest sound, as if being sucked into it, the gene nucleus The power in the core was also sucked into the ancient bronze coffin.

The situation of other people is the same, the summoned gene nucleus has no effect at all, as long as it touches the ancient bronze coffin, it is immediately sucked to it.

Everyone was horrified. Seeing their power pouring into the ancient bronze coffin, and the strange symbols on the ancient bronze coffin lit up little by little, they were all shocked.

"Why haven't your power been sucked away?" Xu Yanmeng looked at Han Sen suddenly and said, everyone's power was taken away, but Han Sen's body didn't change much. Xu Yanmeng had always suspected that there was something wrong with Han Sen. The reaction was to glance at Han Sen, only to find that Han Sen was fine.

When Xu Yanmeng said this, everyone looked at Han Sen, and they saw that he was fine.

"Damn, he really has a problem." Zhong San laughed and cursed, and then summoned a gene nucleus and chopped it at Han Sen.

Han Sen let go of his hand and retreated, dodging the knife-shaped gene nuclear attack, and said helplessly, "Although I was not trapped by the ancient bronze coffin, I did not harm you, and it has nothing to do with this ancient bronze coffin."

It's a pity that Wang Zhao and the others didn't believe Han Sen at all, and they all summoned the gene nucleus to kill Han Sen.

Han Sen had no choice but to back off. Their natal gene cores were all gem-level, and the gene cores they had were at least gold-level. When several gene cores came together, Han Sen didn't dare to touch them head-on.

"I knew this kid was not a good guy, I should have killed him long ago." Xu Yanmeng gritted his teeth and said.

"Your bodies..." Lao Qiu suddenly called out.

Everyone glanced at each other, and suddenly found that their bodies had begun to age, and the aging was very severe.

Xu Yanmeng, who was originally a young man, now has gray hair and wrinkles on his face, as if he was an old man in his sixties or seventies.

Everyone was in the same situation, they were all terrified, but Wang Zhao suddenly called out: "Mr. Li, why aren't you aging?"

Not only Wang Zhao, but everyone has seen that Mr. Li is still so elegant, and has not aged like them.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, Mr. Li smiled slightly, let go of his hand and took two steps back, and then said flatly: "I am not trapped by the holy coffin, so naturally I will not age."

"Mr. Li, do you know what this is?" The expressions of Wang Zhao and the others changed, their faces were full of disbelief. No one could believe that Mr. Li would say such a thing.

"This is the holy coffin of the Blood Life Sect. The nine-life blood cat just now is the coffin-suppressing beast. With the coffin-suppressing beast, the holy coffin will sleep forever. But we opened the holy coffin and let the coffin-suppressing beast leave. The holy coffin The coffin has regained its strength, and at this moment it needs vitality to fully revive it." Mr. Li said calmly.

"Mr. Li, how do you know this? You have a way to save us, right?" Lao Qiu looked at Mr. Li in horror and shouted, as if begging.

He was already very old, but now his face was wrinkled like bark, his back was bent, and he looked like a dying old man on the verge of death.

Wang Zhao and the others also looked at Mr. Li. Although they already knew that something was wrong with Mr. Li, they still had hope in case of that.

"I do know how to save you, but this is the purpose of my coming here, so how can I stop the resuscitation of the holy coffin?" Mr. Li said lightly.

"You...you brought us here on purpose...you planned to kill us long ago..." Wang Zhong yelled.

"Don't say it so harshly. I saved your lives. Isn't it normal to pay me back now? You have also said that those who are useful to you in the future will definitely repay you with death. Now is the time for you to repay it." Don't tell me, have you never taken what you said seriously?" Mr. Li said indifferently.

Wang Zhao and the others were already stunned, and their vitality was sucked by the holy coffin, their bodies became weaker and weaker, and they couldn't even speak a word.

Han Sen was also dumbfounded watching from the sidelines. He didn't expect such a respected Mr. Li to have such a side. Even Han Sen couldn't believe it.

Xu Yanmeng and the others trusted Mr. Li so much, but they never imagined that it was Mr. Li who personally led them to death.

Mr. Li ignored them and turned to look at Han Sen: "Xiao Han, which line of disciples are you from?"

Han Sen knew that Mr. Li also regarded him as a member of the Blood Fate Cult, but Han Sen didn't know how to answer for a while.

As far as Han Sen knows, there are at least two factions in the Blood Life Sect. One is Nanlitian's sect, which seems to be loyal to the leader of the Blood Life Sect, while the other is considered a traitor. Saints and Han Jingzhi and others.

Han Sen didn't know which faction Mr. Li belonged to, so he didn't know how to answer for a while.

However, Mr. Li didn't seem to ask in detail. Seeing that Han Sen didn't answer immediately, he went on to say: "The holy coffin needs some holy blood for resuscitation. Although the holy blood on your body is very weak, it is also useful. Offer it with me." Sacrificial blood revives the coffin."

As Mr. Li said, he walked up to the holy coffin, and drew out his right index finger on the palm of his left hand, and suddenly blue blood gushed out from the wound.

That blue color is extremely coquettish, Nan Litian's blood has no way to compare with it, it is almost as gorgeous as the blue blood of Tianzhu Saints.

"Mr. Li, I don't know which saint you are?" Han Sen looked at Mr. Li and asked.

Mr. Li frowned slightly after hearing Han Sen's words: "Which line of descendants are you from? Didn't your parents even tell you about the sect leader?"

"You are the leader of the Blood Fate Sect?" Han Sen stared at Mr. Li with wide eyes.

In the past, Han Sen tried his best to find out who the leader of the Blood Life Cult was, but now there are two of them, and they are completely different.

A shadow claiming to be the leader, no matter how you look at it, is a strange spirit, and now Mr. Li claims that he is the leader, and he is clearly a pure human being.

"What's going on here? Why are there so many sect masters suddenly appearing?" Han Sen's thoughts turned sharply, but he couldn't think of a clue.