Faintly, a pale blue glow could be seen coming from the talisman.
The blood seeped out more slowly at that moment.
But in less than half an incense stick's time, the blue glow from the talisman dimmed.
"Xiao Fan, I'm afraid we're in big trouble," Dao Tianji said.
Lin Fan frowned. He sat cross-legged on the ground and began reciting the Daoist scripture from the Soul-Deliverance Canon.
At the same time, he circulated his cultivation technique, infusing his voice with spiritual power.
It was as though the voice of the Dao rang out.
The coffin shook continuously. Dao Tianji could clearly sense the baleful qi inside rapidly diminishing.
Was this really my martial nephew?
Dao Tianji swallowed. This martial nephew of his was far more capable than he was.
Suddenly.
Cries of alarm rang out.
Everyone saw the coffin lid fly up on its own and crash beneath a nearby tree.
"He isn't dead?" Master Yun shouted.
Chapter 169: The grave the old village chief had chosen!
The coffin lid was gone.
Lin Fan opened his eyes and saw a lifelike old man lying inside the coffin.
He calculated on his fingers, divining the fates of Ma Jin and the others.
None of the people around him were in danger, which proved that the old man in the coffin would not harm anyone else.
"It really is Ma Jin's ancestor."
Without the slightest fear, Lin Fan continued reciting the Daoist scripture from the Soul-Deliverance Canon.
The voice of the Dao rang out.
The blood inside the coffin slowly diminished.
Meanwhile, the old man inside visibly shriveled.
Before long.
When everyone looked again, only a skeleton remained inside the coffin.
"It was all an illusion."
Lin Fan said calmly, "Baleful qi works much like certain poisons. When the coffin lid opened