That coffin gave me the feeling of a closed door. Stepping into the coffin might lead to another world.

Just as I was about to move forward, I heard someone say from behind the coffin, "One coffin for one person. Who among you will enter this coffin?"

I raised my hand to stop Ye Yang behind me.

This coffin was prepared for him; it could only hold Ye Qianyang.

Throughout the ages, Ye Qianyang had entered the coffin in this way, his brothers all dying in battle outside the coffin to save him.

I whispered, "Don't move, you two. I'll go in."

"I can hold my breath and resist toxins for a while. After I go in, you guys quickly find a way to find the Demon God. If you're fast enough, I won't die."

"Don't waste time arguing. I'm too injured to charge into battle with you. My life is in your hands."

Just as I took a step forward, I heard a childish voice say, "Who says a coffin can only hold one person? A coffin can hold two people."

Xiao Kui!

I was stunned. How did Xiao Kui get here?

I hadn't seen Xiao Kui since we set off, and I thought Lao Liu had hidden her. Who would have thought she'd suddenly appear like this?

When I turned to look, Xiao Kui had already walked up from the bottom of the steps, her little mouth tightly pursed, her throat gurgling, and her eyes shining, looking like a little cat protecting its food.

Xiao Kui wanted to eat something?

She looked at Hei Ye Xiao like that when she was hungry!

Suddenly, Xiao Kui leaped up and crashed into the coffin in front of her.

"Be careful..." Before I could stop her, I saw her disappear into the coffin.

The coffin, which had been facing us, suddenly spun around, and the lid slammed down, wide open.

I vaguely saw the coffin seemed to trap someone inside, then spun in place again, opening upwards as it lay flat on the ground.

The coffin lid, which had fallen to the side, automatically sprang into the air without being touched, and slammed down.

Only then did I see a large door hidden behind the coffin.

All of this happened in a matter of seconds. Everything flowed smoothly, all in one go. By the time I reacted, the coffin was completely closed.

"Xiao Kui..."

I had only said two words when the coffin lid was lifted halfway from the inside out by some force. A figure in a Taoist robe was desperately trying to climb out of the coffin.

But before he could climb halfway out, Xiao Kui climbed onto his back, grabbed his hair from behind, and dragged him back into the coffin.

The man shouted hoarsely, "A Zhen Shen Coffin (God-Suppressing Coffin)? Where did you get a Zhen Shen Coffin? That old thing really didn't have good intentions..."

Xiao Kui was a Zhen Shen Coffin?

No, she was the Zhen Shen Coffin Spirit!

We had seen the Zhen Shen Coffin in the mountains behind the Meng family's house, but we didn't bring it out.

I never thought I would have taken the Zhen Shen Coffin Spirit away.

Perhaps the coffin door had deliberately separated the coffin and the coffin spirit.

I always felt that the coffin door might be setting up a big game, and what I saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

While I was still in a daze, the ghost-god in the Taoist robe suddenly let out a sharp shriek, and a ghost-god power as sharp as a knife suddenly rushed towards me.

Before I could react, the blade-like qi formed by the ghost-god power grazed past me.

His target was the coffins behind us!

As the sound of the coffins behind me being shattered rang out one after another, the sword qi of the art path surged into action.

The Taoist robe ghost-god laughed shrilly, "You may obliterate me, but I won't let you have an easy time either. Ye Qianyang, your plan has failed. You're finished, and your scheme is ruined."

Before the Taoist robe ghost-god's laughter could fade away, Xiao Kui forcibly dragged him into the coffin. After the coffin closed again, the other party's desperate screams and the sound of a wild beast tearing its prey exploded inside the coffin.

The sound of sword qi tearing through the air behind us had become a chaotic mess. Ye Mei shouted sternly, "Go! Leave this to me!"

"Go!" Feng Ruoxing grabbed Ye Yang and me, one in each hand, and rushed to the end of the steps, stepping over the coffin controlled by Xiao Kui, and rushed out of the temple through the door that had been blocked by the coffin.

As soon as the three of us stood firm, we heard the sound of the duan long shi (stone portcullis) falling behind us.

The duan long shi that fell from the door sealed the temple and trapped us on the narrow mountaintop.

It turned out that this place, less than twenty square meters in size, was the real top of the snow mountain. We had been deceived by the illusion when we came up. The real peak of the snow mountain was more than a hundred meters above the entrance to the temple.

Feng Ruoxing's gaze swept around, and finally, he sat on a snowdrift not far away. "There seems to be a person in the snowdrift!"

"I'll go take a look!" I cautiously walked towards the snowdrift, and after sweeping away the accumulated snow bit by bit, the person revealed his true face.

Ye Yang!

No, it should be said that it was Ye Yang, who was about fifty or sixty years old.

In addition to his long beard, he was also wearing a Taoist robe.

He was Ye Yang.

Or perhaps he was the Demon God of the Snow Mountain.