"What's wrong with me?" Gong Yanxiu rubbed his head and sat up, he remembered that after eating the fruit, he felt dizzy in his head, and then he fainted, and there were a lot of vague figures in his head, and then he didn't know ,,,. "Hey, where did those pages go? Gong Yanxiu looked around, but didn't find it, "What's going on?" Touching his body, the map is still there, has anyone been here? Gong Yanxiu thought to himself. "It's not right, if there are people, there is no trace. Gong Yanxiu was puzzled. "Forget it, I'll see if there's any way out around me. Gong Yanxiu turned around, but he didn't find anything. Finally, his gaze was fixed on the coffin.

Gong Yanxiu turned to look at the coffin, it was pitch black, there was no special pattern, and there was no trace of seam between the coffin lid and the coffin body, as if the heavenly body grew together. Pat the coffin with your hand like a stone. Gong Yanxiu pressed the position of the coffin lid with both hands, pushing hard, and after a lot of effort, there was still no movement. "Strange, what is this, is it a coffin?" Gong Yanxiu also began to doubt. "It seems that this is the only way?" Gong Yanxiu took a few steps back, and then slammed his fist towards the coffin. Gong Yanxiu believed that since he started practicing the exercises, he could completely break a stone with his fists, and after this punch, he found that his speed and strength had increased a lot, although he was very confused, but he was more confident in breaking this coffin.

With a "bang", Gong Yanxiu hit the coffin hard. There was no change in the coffin, but Gong Yanxiu felt the pain in his fist, because the force was too great, and the force of the rebound hurt himself, and his fist was also broken, and the blood was stained on the coffin. At this time, pitch-black lines appeared all over the coffin, and there was a mysterious power fluctuating around the coffin, and a black light shot into Gong Yanxiu's body. Gong Yanxiu felt as if something had opened up in his head in an instant, and clear words burst out in his mind one by one, and at the same time, his whole body was filled with black qi, and the word 'yin' appeared on his forehead.

There are old people lying down in the mountains to rest. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said, "What a powerful evil qi." I saw the old man standing in mid-air for a moment, looking in one direction, and shooting away. At this time, Gong Yanxiu's mind was already reading these words involuntarily, "The world is divided into yin and yang, yin and yang are independent and do not get along, yin and yang are one, transcend the world, and travel in heaven and earth." "Gong Yanxiu's state is confused, and the yin characters on his forehead are becoming more and more real. Outside the entrance of the cave, there was already a faint black gas shrouded at this time, the flowers and plants withered, the small animals all opened their eyes and died, and a dead breath was permeating.

A figure flew in from afar, it was the old man in the valley. Seeing that the faint black gas was still spreading, the old man let out a loud sigh, and the black gas was shaken by the vibration, and began to gradually condense and become more and more substantial. When the old man saw this, his hands were sealed, and he shouted, "Don't retreat yet." A white light bombarded the black qi, and the black qi that had just condensed was dispersed. At this time, the old man changed his handprint again, and fell from the sky, surrounded by white light, "Disperse it for me." "There is white light around all the black gas. The black qi was gone, and the old man did not relax, but stared at a hole. He knew that all the black qi was coming out of this hole. The closer he got to the entrance of the cave, the deeper the old man's feelings, this was not just black qi, but a real evil qi. "There is no netherworld in this world, where does this come from so much evil energy. The white light in the old man's hand was filled, and a half-meter-long brush appeared in the old man's hand, only to see him holding this in his hand and writing the word 'positive' in the void, "Go" the old man said. The word "positive" blasted towards the entrance of the cave, diluting the evil qi. The old man flew into the cave, and at the same time drew a few lines around his body with a brush, and the white light was diffuse, protecting the old man.

Gong Yanxiu felt that there were countless tyranny in his heart, and he had a feeling of wanting to kill, and he was very impatient.

"Where is the monster, for the disaster of the world" The white light surged instantly, as soon as the old man came in, he saw Gong Yanxiu who was shrouded in evil energy, the old man hit the brush straight to the coffin, and at the same time said, "There is a great righteousness in the world, how can you let the demons in the underworld run rampant." The old man's hands were sealed, and the brush slammed into the coffin, and a shocking sound erupted. The hole then collapsed, and the old man was surrounded by white light, and shouted: "Righteousness lasts forever, scatter it for me" The sound was like the sound of a bell, shaking the black gas around the coffin. The old man waved his hands in the air, and the brush went straight down from the air and pointed at the top of Gong Yanxiu's head. The "broken" old man's voice was like thunder, and the black qi around Gong Yanxiu's body was instantly broken and fell to the ground softly. The black gas around the coffin was rolling, as if he was slacking off the old man. The old man looked at the coffin angrily, and the remnants of the underworld dared to lie dormant here. The brush flew from the air, wrote the four words of Haoran righteousness, and blasted into the coffin. The black qi was slowly being extinguished, and the old man wrote the word "volt" in the void with both hands, and slammed into the coffin. The white light permeated the coffin around it, as if there was a cry of nothingness, and the coffin dissipated with the white light.

Everything was calm, and the brush shone with white light, dragging Gong Yanxiu in mid-air. The old man looked at Gong Yanxiu and recognized him as one of the children who had inadvertently broken into his residence that day. But now he was stained by the obscurity. The old man really couldn't be ruthless, and besides, the old man knew what had happened to the child. "Alas," the old man sighed. "In this world, I can't help myself, and my life is also. The brush dragged Gong Yanxiu and flew away slowly, and the old man took one last look at this place, his eyes were complicated, "Ask the world, when will the world be peaceful." ”