The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"If you want to die, you can die by yourself. I won't stay here to accompany them to mess around!" Liang Qi angrily threw away Yang Liang's hand. Just when he was about to get angry, Mo Shang's cold, slightly impatient voice came out. Then it rang.

"Since you want to leave, get out of here!"

Mo Shang carried Luo Qifeng and walked to a shadow in the northeast corner. He looked at Han Yichen with a gloomy expression, "Come here and guard him!"

"Okay! Let me tell you, why are there still coffins that can't be opened these days? It's because you two are not good at studying and deliberately said some messy things to scare me!" Han Yichen trotted to support the shaky Luo Qifeng. .

Mo Shang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

If he didn't have to deal with the contents of the jade coffin, how could he hand the little guy over to the man in front of him.

"Master Mo, can this coffin be opened?!" Yang Liang was startled, "Is it possible that this ghost fairy has not been raised?"

"I've developed it! But it's nothing to be afraid of!" Mo Shang replied lightly.

This thing was developed a hundred years ago. The tombkeepers in the village below probably used some special ritual to kill the entire Nanrong Kingdom in just one year after seventy-seven forty-nine days. The royal family, so they lost the qualification to open this jade coffin, otherwise it would not be their turn to come here to open the coffin today.

They calculated everything well, but they missed the appearance of a Kunlun fetus like themselves.

Although ghosts and immortals are scary, their body is naturally formed by gathering the essence of heaven and earth for thousands of years. How could it not be the opponent of a small thousand-year-old ghost?

Putting one hand on the coffin board, Mo Shang exerted a little force, and the jade board that seemed to weigh a thousand gold was pushed away, hit the wall hard, and shattered to the ground.

The huge sound scared Yang Liang and Liang Qi so much that they didn't dare to think about anything anymore and hurriedly ran to the location designated by Mo Shang just now.

Before he could calm down, an armed male corpse wearing dark brocade clothes jumped out.

"Who woke me up!" The other party's voice was so oppressive that several people felt as if their hearts had been beaten by a dull drum.

"How dare a little ghost fairy call himself the king in front of me?!" Mo Shang's face was as cold as frost, his hands turned into fists, and he swung sharply towards the male corpse, which was no different from a normal human being.

Then the opponent leaned back and easily avoided his attack. He turned his whole body upward and directly attacked Mo Shang's lower body.

Mo Shang pointed his toes, as if he was rising up, and then stepped on the stretched out ankle of the male corpse, trampling him heavily to the ground.

"Damn it! Who are you! You are not afraid of the dragon energy in me!" The male corpse was completely angry. He sat up directly, raised his arms, and stretched out his long nails, like a wild beast, and thrust into Mo Shang's waist.

The movement was as fast as flint and lightning, and it touched Mo Shang's skin, so some people widened their eyes and shouted "It's over", but the male corpse suddenly flew out.

Mo Shang's fist still maintained an attacking posture, which was obviously his masterpiece.

But no one could see clearly what he was doing.

He...he can actually be more powerful than this ghost fairy? !

How did Master Mo become so powerful? !