59 Primordial Sword Array

"It's the ancestor's coffin."

Seeing the ancient bronze coffin, the Xuantian Sect's disciples were invigorated.

Ever since the Mad Daoist had dug up Lu Cangming's grave, everyone in the sect had been furious. Almost all of the disciples had been sent out.

Now, their group had been lucky enough to have found Lu Cangming's coffin first. If they could bring it back, it would be of great merit.

Thinking of this, a man in green immediately went forward. Without a word, he raised his hand and grabbed the bronze coffin.

He didn't think much of Lin Wudao at all.

Boom!

However, as he approached the bronze coffin, a terrifying palm suddenly fell from the sky and landed on him.

"Ah!" With a shrill scream, the green-robed man's body exploded and turned into a rain of blood.

Upon seeing this, the rest of the people were shocked.

"This is mine. You can't lay your hands on it," A cold voice came from the person wearing the cloak.