"This is Emperor Yu's coffin!"

The others were all surprised, not knowing what it was.

Only Yang Yunfan and Huang Tianyi had seen this black coffin, and in their eyes, in addition to surprise, there was a trace of incomprehension.

Because on that day, Yang Yunfan buried the coffin bottle at a depth of 100 meters underground, in order to prevent others from discovering the coffin and disturbing Emperor Yu's long sleep.

However, this coffin bottle actually swam out by itself at this time?

It's really puzzling!

"Gurgling ......"

At this time, outside the coffin, the rune chains were intertwined, like a swimming dragon, making a huge friction sound, flashing bursts of black light, and the gods were abnormal.

On the top of the chains, there are all kinds of huge fierce birds, wild monsters, hideous roars, vivid and lifelike.

"Boom!"

The dragon turtle flew up suddenly, slammed into the sand, and sank deep into it. Behind it, the huge black coffin was quietly suspended in mid-air.

The rune chains, emitting black light, flowed wildly.

Everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the huge coffin that had suddenly appeared, not knowing what had happened.

Yang Yunfan frowned.

He couldn't help but cover his heart, at this time, his heart shook violently, and his heart was beating even more, and he had an unprecedentedly strong premonition.

"Kid, you're finally here!"

At this moment, suddenly, above the original sky, the pair of bloody eyes that had not been opened and closed for thousands of years suddenly flickered and focused on Yang Yunfan's body.

At the same time, a mysterious and mighty voice came from the endless void.

"Who's talking?"

Yang Yunfan knew that this sentence was said to himself.

Child......

It's just that he is in his twenties, tall, more than 1.80 meters, and he is very abnormal, how can anyone call him a child?

This is strange.

"Kid, you've grown up!"

At this time, there was another faint sigh, transmitted from the endless void, and it fell on Yang Yunfan's body, like a stone thrown into the water waves, and sent out mighty ripples, passing through the space.

In that voice, there was some relief, some expectation, and emotion.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Yang Yunfan saw that above his head, the huge black coffin made a clicking sound.

The lid of the coffin bottle seems to be about to open.

With the movement of the coffin, the Nine Dragons chain outside it let out a roar that penetrated the sky.

At the same time, the outer façade of the coffin, the original pattern of overcoming thorns and thorns, and the characters on it, suddenly came to life.

Scenes after scenes, like lightning, crossed Yang Yunfan's mind.

He heard voices from the ancient vastness, and saw the picture of the ancient vastness of the battle.

"In the thirty-sixth year of the Great Wilderness, Hux's Bai Mang died in the battle on the cliff of the sunset outside the territory, and was buried in the 363rd holy tomb of Moyun Cliff!"

"In the sixty-second year of the Great Wilderness, Haoying's Hongque died in the battle in the extraterritorial Shura Sea God Domain, and was buried in the 237th Holy Tomb of Moyun Cliff!"

"In the seventy-second year of the Great Wilderness, there was a Chao Clan's Hao Ying, who died outside the Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain and was buried in the one hundred and eighty-second holy tomb of Moyun Cliff!"

......

Countless warriors, countless memories, and countless battle scenes correspond to the nameless holy tomb that Yang Yunfan has cleaned in the back mountain of Moyun Cliff since he was a child.

At the same time as every picture and every name flickered, in Yang Yunfan's memory, an unknown holy tomb naturally appeared, corresponding to it.

At this moment, his heart is like the tide of the sea, with ups and downs!

Moyun Cliff, the nameless tomb in the back mountain, is buried in the defense of the earth, the warriors and heroes who died in China.

They fell and sacrificed for the earth's first vein, the Chinese one's vein, competing for the resources of cultivation, and guarding the foundation of Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain!

Each and every one of them is a heroic guard!

They deserved to die!

After the death of these warriors, Emperor Yu used the innate five-colored divine soil to refine a space artifact and used it to bury the saints!

That space artifact is Moyun Cliff!

Subsequently, Emperor Yu selected a junior from the tribe to take charge of Moyun Cliff.

It has been passed down from generation to generation.

In each generation, there is only one descendant of Moyun Cliff, and the cemetery of all saints only needs one grave keeper!

Yang Yunfan is the grave keeper of this generation!

From the age of five to the age of twenty, the heroic spirits of all the saints watched him grow from a little child to the heroic appearance he is now. It's just that, in the eyes of the saints, he is still the naughty child.

"Grave Keeper...... I'm the grave keeper......"

Yang Yunfan didn't expect that the tombstones he wiped since he was a child, and the owners of the nameless tombs he worshipped since he was a child, were all Chinese ancestors who died outside the territory and defended the earth!

In the distant past, there were frequent wars, the written language was incomprehensible, and people did not even remember their names.

The stories of their lives are all engraved on the coffin of Emperor Yu.

"Pond, you can't raise a real dragon!"

In this voice, there are countless personal voices, layered on top of each other, as if hundreds of saints are speaking together.

The wills of hundreds of saints, superimposed, how powerful are they?

At this time, as soon as this voice came out, it triggered this area, almost collapsed, and countless spatial cracks began to appear. The huge dimensional wind blew down in bursts, causing the yellow sand to roll upside down into countless earth dragons, swimming and dancing wildly between heaven and earth.

Crash!

Suddenly, the huge coffin suddenly opened.

An incomparably huge suction force swept Yang Yunfan and everyone upside down!

It was an endless black passage, no time, no space...... Even the thinking is paused, and people don't feel their own existence.

Yang Yunfan only saw that above the sky, there was a pair of bloody eyes, quietly looking at him.

Full of anticipation!

Those were the eyes of the old gods.

Yang Yunfan inherited the Hongmeng Purple Qi Recipe inheritance of the ancient gods, and he swore that one day, he would repair the Heavenly Pillar Buzhou Mountain!

Yang Yunfan, he inherited a drop of divine blood inheritance from Emperor Yu, and he also swore that one day, he would seek revenge from the Demon Killing Clan!

Also, the old man mentioned before he left that when he cultivates to the Yin and Yang realm, he may be able to know the news of his parents!

All of this requires Yang Yunfan to go outside the territory to find answers.

"Extraterritorial ......"

Although there were some abruptness, Yang Yunfan knew that one day he would have to go outside the territory to fight.

It's just that he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

In front of his eyes, it gradually darkened, and the aura all over his body seemed to be frozen. In my ears, the endless cold wind is blowing.

I don't know, when I open my eyes, what awaits me?