The night covers the sky, and September is horizontal.

Yuan Ming put on the exclusive black coffin suit for carrying the corpse, took the chain of the coffin and stood on the Nine Prisons Teleportation Array, staring at the front with an expressionless face, as if nothing in this world could affect him.

The place where he is located is one of the nine prisons, the coffin prison, where there is no sun, and only nine moons of different colors lie across the canopy of the sky throughout the year, giving this land a different light.

The divine brilliance of the nine bright moons is also different, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black and white nine colors together dye this monotonous black curtain.

There are not many walking figures on the ground of the Hell Coffin, and the huge realm seems a little empty, and the howling wind makes it easy to damage people's minds.

Even if you can occasionally see someone flying in the air, you still step on the corpse coffin and walk in the air. Such a scene, if ordinary people see it, they are afraid that they will be frightened.

With a flash of light, Yuan Ming's entire body disappeared into the Hellcoffin.

When I opened my eyes again, I had already crossed the two prisons and came to the second prison, the god thought of the people in the prison, one thought through the heavens, the law of heaven and earth, where people are, and all living beings are incarnated.

When Yuan Ming's feet hit the ground, it was already evening, the sun was setting, and the sky was dyed red.

Yuan Ming looked around, his whole body was very tight, although it was said that the people of the coffin traveled, few people dared to provoke or intercept and kill, after all, most people would go to the coffin prison after they died, looking forward to a second resurrection. But there are always those who are not afraid of death, who do not ask where they come from, do not ask the law, cut off their own cause and effect, and are tyrannical.

The passage of the Divine Prison is a corridor of smoke and rain, in which there is heavenly music, which is mixed with the misty corridor, mixed with the rain and dripping on the passers-by.

Heavenly music is pleasant to the ear, cleansing the soul, washing away filth, so whether or not in and out of the Divine Mind Prison, the posture of immortals is also common on both sides of this smoke and rain corridor.

Therefore, some people compile and say: The ancient road is long, the wonderful music is crossed, there are often immortals sitting, and ten thousand laws come from the court.

Sitting on both sides, the mind is transparent, and you will naturally be able to comprehend the subtlety of the Dao, which will naturally make people fascinated.

The envy of those who cultivate the Tao is nothing more than that.

Yuan Ming didn't feel much, although it seemed to be a very difficult thing for people in other prisons to find the Smoke and Rain Corridor, but for the people in the Hellcoffin Prison, as long as they had the token of the Divine Prison Prison, they could go to any place in the Divine Prison through the Smoke and Rain Corridor at any time.

However, Yuan Ming is a little embarrassed now, the beauty of the Smoke and Rain Corridor, he had already heard his uncle say it before he came, and it was indeed like what his uncle said, he washed his soul, and the whole person felt a lot more transparent, and even the cyclone of the Underworld Sutra increased a few, but his uncle didn't say that this Smoke and Rain Corridor would trap people here and couldn't move.

There was no way, Yuan Ming had to sit down cross-legged on the spot, running the Immortal Sutra, hoping to resist this heavenly pleasure, seventy-nine cyclones appeared behind him in full bloom, at first it was only slowly running, gradually, the cyclone seemed to be affected by the surrounding heavenly music, the speed continued to increase, and the number of cyclones gradually increased, from seventy-nine to one hundred and eight, directly breaking through the upper limit of the Immortal Cyclone has not yet condensed into a sea of qi.

Moreover, the rotation speed of the cyclone has exceeded the controllable range, and with the increase of the cyclone, the density has increased, and there are faint signs of tearing the space.

"Oops, whatever. ”

An old man picked it out of nowhere and slapped Yuan Ming on the head.

Yuan Ming was suddenly attacked and forcibly stopped the operation of the Immortal Sutra, and the whole person had not yet reacted.

was kicked in the buttocks, flew directly out of the smoke and rain corridor, and landed on a grassy field.

Yuan Ming looked around, the surrounding environment had changed drastically, and he came out of the smoke and rain corridor.

Looking up, the moon was in the sky, and it was already late at night.

"Oops. ”

Yuan Ming secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly took out the guide Styx Butterfly to find the location of the coffin this time.

The Stygian Butterfly led the way, followed by Yuan Ming, over the top of the mountain, light as an arrow, silently, this is the power of the Immortal Sutra, without the help of any magic, you can easily achieve some exquisite effects, and the physical cultivation method of the Wild Prison is also similar.

The difference is that the Barbarian Prison is born with all kinds of exquisite immortal bodies, and it is naturally superior to the other eight prisons in terms of physique.

After climbing over several immortal mountains one after another, occasionally a terrifying divine thought flashed, but it was also a flash, stepping on the moon, and there was a butterfly to guide the way, it must be a person from the Hellcoffin.

The particularity of the Coffin Prison is extremely important to them, maybe it will be a family in the future, so naturally they will turn a blind eye and let it go if they can.

Yuan Ming's destination this time is Ling Xiao, the mountain lord of Tianxing Mountain, who is also a master at the level of the Spirit Monarch, occupying a mountain and opening a sect.

There should have been more than 500 years of life, but somehow, he suddenly died overnight.

According to Ling Xiao's strength before his death, this kind of coffin should be carried by a coffin envoy above level eight, not a coffin envoy during his internship period.

But he was unlucky enough to get it.

After stepping on Tianxing Mountain, the butterfly set itself on fire and pointed to the coffin, which began to shine in the night.

"Hades. Jade Coffin ???"

Yuan Ming shouted silently.

There are three classifications of coffins: black coffins, the lowest coffins, usually there are intern coffins to third-level coffins to carry them, soul coffins, second-level coffins, have entered the ranks of artifacts, and can be used to fight. The third-level coffin, the bone coffin, the bones and the coffin are integrated, forming a world of its own, which can suppress the existence of a mountain master.

As for the Dark Jade Coffin, it is an existence that can only be possible if it has been personally cultivated by the coffin keepers of the Dark Coffin Prison.

Jade raises people, coffins raise corpses.

The stronger the coffin, the stronger the corpse night in the coffin.

The level of the jade coffin, I am afraid that it can only be solved by the priest.

The corners of Yuan Ming's mouth were bitter, he really didn't know what kind of sin he had created in his previous life, and he had to suffer this kind of pain.

"You're the messenger who came to carry the mountain lord's coffin. ”

A figure quietly floated to Yuan Ming's side, behaving appropriately and dressing in fluttering clothes.

But Yuan Ming smelled a dead breath on him.

Yes, this level of corpse transformation, I'm afraid it's no different from when I was alive.

This Tianxing Mountain, I'm afraid it has become a mountain of corpses.

Yuan Ming clenched the soul suppression chain in his hand tightly.

It's all here, so I can only bite the bullet.

The man introduced Yuan Ming to the place where the jade coffin was, and the jade coffin opened on its own, and the mountain lord Ling Xiao stepped out of it.

Tall, elegant, wearing a Dao crown, if he didn't know the real situation, Yuan Ming even felt that he was a living person.