The singularity is in this coffin......

Ning Yi was holding the palm of the withered grass, which had long been soaked in sweat, he stared at the ancient coffin of the Lionheart King, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll open the coffin...... Be careful. ”

"Good. Wu Daozi took a deep breath, he held his breath and stopped making trouble for Ning Yi.

Ning Yi stared at this ancient coffin, his scalp was a little numb, walking in the tomb, the taboo was to move the owner's belongings in the tomb in vain, and the biggest taboo was to open the coffin and meet the dead.

What kind of identity and status is this?

When he was alive, he still liked the quiet one, and he disturbed the Lionheart King's Qing Xiu, and he had to uncover the other party's coffin......

Ning Yi's heart suddenly moved.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at this coffin strangely, after the death of the Lionheart, he was buried in the imperial tomb, these formations may have been prepared before he died, but the "singularity" here is definitely not pre-arranged by the Lionheart King, the great feng shui master who arranged the imperial tomb, set up such a dead end, people from outside come here, want to leave, they can only uncover the coffin, and meet the dead Lionheart King.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

When he unveils the coffin, he will definitely usher in a more ferocious picture than the previous Yin soldiers.

This tyrant who has been sleeping here for a long time, I don't know how much anger there is, waiting for the moment when the coffin is lifted.

Ning Yi pursed his lips, he hovered over one palm, under the shroud of the yang energy of the grass clippings, the faint starlight condensed in the palm of his hand, and the suction slowly increased, this strange seal was not tight, any cultivator, even if it was only the first realm, as long as he could come here, then he could open this coffin.

"It's going to be ......"

Ning Yi turned his head and saw Wu Daozi's cautious gaze and nodded at himself.

He held his breath, slowly condensed the starlight in his palm, and moved the coffin open a gap.

Grass clippings began to tremble.

Ning Yi's face became solemn.

This is an extremely narrow gap, there is a dead silence in the coffin, the situation outside the coffin has changed drastically, the black clouds on the grassland that are pressed very low, are torn apart by the strong wind, around the coffin of the two people, swept into countless smoke, wisps, wandering outside the coffin at a very long distance Yin soldiers, suddenly raised their heads, at a loss.

It began to rain in the sky.

Thousands of rain strands fell on the earth, smashed on the shoulders of the Yin soldiers, and smashed into the pool like ink beads, swaying a cloud of mist, the Yin soldiers who were like fine iron in their own bodies, were washed away by the rain, and in the mist, only those generals with pale faces, with scarlet lips and teeth, sat on horseback, their robes soaked in the heavy rain, looking at the dark coffin.

The previously crowded grassland is now empty.

On the contrary, it is more infiltrating.

"The upheaval of the storm is a great omen. Wu Daozi's face turned pale and muttered, "The yin qi is ten times stronger than before...... These raindrops smashed the Yin soldiers because they couldn't bear such a monstrous Yin Soldier. ”

Withered yellow weeds, the faint light swaying slowly.

Ning Yi had already sensed a trace of pressure, if the coffin was completely opened, I am afraid that he would really not be able to resist this level of Yin Qi erosion, and he had to leave quickly.

Ning Yi said hoarsely: "I'll count three." ”

Wu Daozi clenched his fists.

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"Three. ”

"Two ......"

The sound of "one" fell, Ning Yi pressed one palm on the coffin, he raised his arm suddenly, opened the coffin, and the monstrous gloom of the ancient coffin of the Lionheart King surged out, and the withered yellow weeds pinched tightly in his hand made a sharp hiss, and the previously extremely firm sense of confrontation was washed away and crumbling in an instant.

Wu Daozi's Dragon Seeking Sutra talisman was instantly dispersed by the yin.

The rain in the dome turned into a majestic rain, and the ancient northern generals who followed the Lionheart King to conquer the tundra looked compassionate, turned over and dismounted, stood on the grassland, and stared at the king's ancient coffin.

Ning Yi's eyes widened and he looked at the man lying in the coffin.

The owner of this body is neither tall nor strong, lying in such a huge ancient coffin, it looks a little out of place, his hands hold the hilt of a sword and a sword, two long weapons seem to pierce the coffin, connecting the land of the grassland, this man's posture seems to be possible to hold the hilt of the sword at any time to sit up.

The face of the Lionheart Emperor is covered with half an ancient mask, covering the upper half of the cheeks, the man's face looks vicissitudes and confidence, even after countless years, the corners of his lips after death, there is still a faint smile, on that half of the mask, the lion's mane swayed with the wind outside the coffin, and was pressed under him, and the red hair scattered like a waterfall also swayed.

The eyes hidden under the mask slowly lit up.

A man dies like a lamp goes out.

Ning Yi stared at the lion's eyes under the mask, and confirmed that he saw a pair of eyes that gradually opened and then gradually brightened.

His lips were dry, and he didn't know how to describe the feeling of this moment, as if he was standing in the center of the vast world, the sky and the earth were dark, but those eyes were opened, and the mountains and rivers were lit up.

If this man picked up his long sword and sat up, telling himself that he was going to conquer the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in this world, and that there was a lack of a sword cultivator with a sword under his command, then Ning Yi's heart would definitely swear to follow.

This is the king of the "King of the North".

On the steppe in the distance, several generals who followed the Lionheart King to the tomb unloaded their weapons and plunged their iron bows, long swords, and long knives into the grassland.

Before his death, he fought with the demon cultivator, and the evil was full of evil, and he didn't know how many dead souls there were in his hands, but at this time, he burst into tears and couldn't help sobbing softly.

Broken remnants can be reforged.

But the dead cannot be resurrected after all.

Contrary to Ning Yi's expectations...... After the coffin was opened, the eyes slowly lit up, staring at the person who opened the ancient coffin, and the eyes were not a killing in the sky, but a trace of relief that had not disappeared for a long time after the slow dimming.

There are no violent killing arrays.

There is no sword aura that takes people's lives.

The dead Lionheart Emperor, in the two thousand years of the Great Sui Dynasty, was portrayed as a "ferocious and tyrannical" and "ruthless" tyrant, but the funny thing is that no one has ever seen his appearance with their own eyes

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has become the dust of history, and what is left to future generations is only a few words in the history books.

Lionheart was not a tyrant at all.

This king of the north, who loves solitude and tranquility, is the same as depicted in the history books, his vast mind and unparalleled ambition...... He can conquer such a huge territory, and he can accommodate so many heroes under his command, how can he be a violent person who wantonly kills his subordinates?

Ning Yi stared at the pale golden eyes, and he said softly: "This is the truth that you want to leave to future generations...... Right?"

If you are afraid of the fierce name of the Lionheart King, you don't dare to open the coffin and return to the Yin Soldier Formation, even if it is a great yang thing, it is impossible to resist the endless Yin Qi rush to kill, and in the end, you can't escape the end of drinking hatred.

The gentleman who set the singularity calculated everything.

The Lionheart King was smiling at the corners of his lips, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the sword body seemed to have penetrated the coffin and inserted into the grassland, but in fact it was just two broken broken swords, which had been irreparably damaged in the Lionheart Emperor's final battle.

The man in the mask, lying in the coffin, his favorite "quiet" in his life, and the "sword", accompanied him to sleep here.

The Lionheart King smiled and "looked" at Ning Yi, without saying a word.

"The sword is on both sides, and the righteousness is in the heart......" Wu Daozi looked at the Lionheart King in the coffin, and was in awe, he muttered: "If I can be born two thousand years earlier, I am willing to follow you, conquer the northern border, and return the world to peace!"

Ning Yi looked at the Lionheart King, the cultivation realm of this body is immeasurable, it has long been extinguished, the Lionheart King must have been a great cultivator who ignited the three life stars and entered Nirvana during his lifetime.

His physical body is immortal for thousands of years, but his divinity is a little worse...... The White Bone Plains sensed these divine anomalies, and the great cultivators who had reached this realm seemed to be only one step away from immortality.

Is this a failure to rush the level?

A cultivator with the blood of the Great Sui royal family in his veins, if he wants to become immortal, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and there has never been a successful example.

The Lionheart King lying in a coffin today is the best example.

The man in the coffin, holding the knife and sword, didn't want anything else, he smiled and looked ahead, waiting for the arrival of the person who opened his coffin, maybe it would be the heir of the later generations of the Great Sui, or maybe it was just an unknown tomb robber, no matter who it was, he would selflessly give everything in this coffin and give it all his gifts......

As long as the other party can find out.

Wu Daozi looked at Ning Yi, who had been staring at the coffin for a long time, and saw that the latter suddenly stretched out a hand and held the hands of the Lionheart King who was holding the sword.

Ning Yi's expression was complicated.

This is where the singularity lies.

It is also in this coffin, the heir left by King Lionheart to future generations.

All the remnants of his divinity...... Condensed into a crystal.

Ning Yi's White Bone Plains cheered, peeling off the divine crystal, wisps of wisps, seeping into the skin, and finally condensing into a clump of lingering floc.

Ning Yi stared at the Lionheart's smile.

Holding a voice that only he could hear, he muttered, "Or is this the truth you want to leave to posterity?"

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