A vermilion ancient coffin, along the river of fog, was carried by eight faceless monks. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The ancient coffin was terrifyingly red, as if it was stained with the blood of countless people, and behind it, there were countless figures.

These people, all dressed in white robes, had their faces covered by mist, and they could not see their faces clearly, and could only hear their weeping.

Led by eight faceless monks carrying the coffin, a mighty crowd descended the Misty River, constantly throwing grimace paper money into the sky.

They were so sad that they cried hoarsely and walked strangely.

It seems to be dancing and jumping, and it is like walking slowly, with an eerie power, as if it is performing some kind of ancient funeral ritual.

Staring at the ancient coffin, Mo Xuan's heart was shocked, because it was the ancient coffin he had seen before.

But...... How did it all come to this?

Where did these faceless monks, these mourners, come from?

Mo Xuan couldn't figure it out, he couldn't move, so he could only stop in place, quietly waiting for the funeral crowd to approach.

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

The sad crying shook the earth, the grimaces and paper money in the sky seemed to be laughing but not laughing, crying but not crying, everything was indescribably weird.

It didn't take long for eight faceless monks to carry the coffin, the vermilion ancient coffin was extremely charming, and it seemed to be engraved with black veins on it, the color was very light, and it could only be seen when it was closer.

At this moment, the distant and ancient melodious ballad suddenly became louder, and the cries of the group of mourners were also hoarse to the extreme, as if their throats were hoarse.

Under these voices, Mo Xuan's consciousness wandered, his pupils lost focus, and the brilliance in his eyes faded.

"Boom la la ......"

The mist rolled, like water surging, and the eight faceless monks carried the ancient coffin through Mo Xuan's body, and Mo Xuan was directly put into the ancient coffin.

The vermilion ancient coffin gradually turned scarlet, and it did not stop, and continued to move forward along the mist.

In the ancient coffin, Mo Xuan seemed to be asleep, and the whole person was in a daze, unable to lift his spirits at all, let alone figure out the situation.

In such a trance, he looked through the lid of the coffin, as if he saw a huge and ancient altar, in which countless young men and girls with outstanding grace performed coming-of-age ceremonies, and then went through the experience.

He saw another cemetery, in which countless ancient and great beings were buried, and fell asleep forever.

He also saw the incomparably terrifying Heavenly Rank War Beast, hovering above the city, threatening the nine heavens and ten earths, and sheltering the entire city.

……

He has seen too many scenes, all of which are prosperous and brilliant, which is desirable.

But in the end, all of this disappeared in an instant, and all of them were reduced to ruins.

The last scene Mo Xuan saw was a figure like a heavenly emperor, with his back to all beings, looking at the sky alone, roaring wildly...... What is eternity?

What is ...... Eternity?

A simple roar is full of pathos and unwillingness, and it is mixed with terrifying madness.

The shadow of the emperor, majestic and terrifying, overwhelming, under his feet, millions of corpses, endless white bones.

He was incredibly strong, as if he was questioning the heavens before the years of independence.

With a wave of his big hand, the accumulated white bones roared and moved, accumulating into a sea of bones, and even the sky seemed to be turned upside down.

In his cry of grief, countless strong people were buried and buried in the loess, and large tombs rose from the ground, shocking.

In the end, he was left alone, sad and desolate, and equally crazy.

An atmosphere of helplessness and despair is permeating, rendering the whole world, as if this big world is all yellowed at this moment, and there is no vitality at all.

This feeling of pathos made Mo Xuan's heart like a knife, and he couldn't help but shed hot tears.

And the emperor shadow was constantly questioning the sky, and kept roaring that sentence...... What is eternity?

However, no one answered him, the heavens did not react, and there was only his voice in the whole world.

I don't know how long this went on, but finally, his voice finally grew deeper and quieter.

The whole world boiled with his roar, and likewise with his silence.

Emperor Shadow Wushuang, with his back to all beings, when he was silent, his arm slowly raised, and then pinched an ancient seal.

Under his power, in an instant, the sea of bones boiled, the tomb exploded, the copper hall swayed, and everything changed.

The bones are psychic, with ghost fire as their eyes, crawling out of the sea of bones one by one, forming an endless army.

The strong are reborn, bursting one tomb after another, levitating from them, pneumatic mountains and rivers, rolling death intent to destroy everything.

In the bronze hall, many terrifying giant-level figures revived, swallowing their essence, causing the sun, moon and stars to begin to turn upside down.

……

The sight is terrifying, it's almost breathtaking!

All of this is the power of Emperor Ying alone, and his cultivation has reached an incredible state, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Watching the rebirth and revival of a great being, Mo Xuan in the ancient coffin was so excited that he burst into tears, and couldn't help but want to worship.

He had forgotten who he was, and he was completely immersed in the scene, with a devotion to the Emperor.

The resurrection of the dead, the psychic bones, all this, how incredible, however, this Emperor Shadow has done it.

It was a great achievement, enough to amaze the world, but no one witnessed it.

The Emperor Shadow, the Qi Suppression Vault, reproduced the former prosperity with its own strength, and it was so strong that it was suffocating.

All the resurrected dead bowed down to the Emperor Shadow, and their piety was extreme.

The emperor shadow turned his back to them, looking up at the sky, crazy and domineering, with a kind of invincible spirit for eternity.

His raised arm slowly lowered, and at this time, he roared again, full of wild uninhibitedness, and disdain and contempt for the military way and the sky.

This time, it is no longer what is eternal, but something else......

What exactly was roaring, Mo Xuan didn't hear it clearly, because this scene had completely faded away at the last moment.

Mo Xuan's consciousness was also completely blurred at this moment, and the whole person was about to be extinguished!

He was so fanatical that he forgot everything, and at this time he only wanted to go to the realm of the dead, join the command of the Emperor Shadow, and fight for it.

His heart was beating slower and weaker, and the fire of his heart was gradually extinguished, and the Xuan Soul was about to collapse, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

"Woo ......"

At this moment, a sudden barking sound of a dog came to Mo Xuan's mind, which immediately dispelled all the confusion and fanaticism, and made Mo Xuan's pupils suddenly regain focus.

I saw that the little fat dog was extremely anxious, constantly barking at Mo Xuan, and his tongue kept licking Mo Xuan's cheek, trying to wake him up.

At this critical moment, the unique power of the little fat dog seemed to explode, and its cry carried a power to break through the falsehood, instantly awakening Mo Xuan's consciousness and making him sober up.

"I ...... What's the matter......" Mo Xuan frowned and muttered to himself, feeling his head tingling, and his whole body was indescribably tired, as if half of his vitality had been drained, which was very peculiar.

Fortunately, he had an immortal lock, which provided him with a steady stream of life force at this time, allowing Mo Xuan to recover quickly.

After recovering, Mo Xuan instantly remembered everything before, and his heart suddenly jumped.

"Thank you so much this time, you saved my life!" Mo Xuan recalled Fang Cai's feelings, his heart palpitated, and he couldn't wait to hug the little fat dog for a while.

If it weren't for that critical dog bark, Mo Xuan would probably be more auspicious now, and this feeling of escaping death can be described as thrilling.

"Woo ......"

The little fat dog lay on Mo Xuan's chest, roaring and grimacing, as if to say don't rush to thank me, think about how to go out first!

was reminded by the little fat dog, Mo Xuan realized that he was lying in the coffin.

This moment made his heart furious, after all, a big living person was put into the coffin, and he was a little panicked no matter how he thought about it.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

No matter how stupid Mo Xuan was, he understood that he couldn't continue to lie here, so he immediately punched the coffin lid fiercely, trying to break the coffin lid and escape from here.

However, the coffin lid was extremely hard, and it was useless for Mo Xuan to swing down a few punches.

Mo Xuan's heart was in a hurry, he couldn't figure out how he ran into this in a good manner, and the scene he just saw didn't seem to be an illusion, but a fragmented scene from the past, but why did it appear in the coffin lid?

Thinking of all this, Mo Xuan's head was confused, confused, and his thinking was not clear.

He couldn't figure it out, he was confused, but he didn't have much energy or time to think about it right now.

After a few punches to no avail, Mo Xuan used the art of war regardless of it...... Shake the mountain and shake the mountain!

"Rumble ......"

The intense qi and blood surged, and there seemed to be fire burning in Mo Xuan's eyes, and his entire fist turned red.

With the boiling of qi and blood, the rich vitality permeated Mo Xuan's body, and he punched out, and the rolling qi and blood slammed into the lid of the ancient coffin with the vigorous life force, making an earth-shattering loud noise, which shocked the little fat dog's eyes and almost fainted.

"Boom ......"

Under the blessing of the power of this art of war, the rolling vitality directly shattered the strange veins on the coffin lid, and then the qi and blood exploded the coffin lid.

"Whirring ......"

The lid of the coffin was broken, Mo Xuan quickly moved, jumped up, and escaped from the ancient coffin with the little fat dog in his arms.

When his feet landed again, Mo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes were full of palpitations.

Everything that Fang has just experienced is really too weird, the mourner, the corner of the old scene projected by the coffin lid, are incredible.

Thinking of the old scenes he saw, Mo Xuan was still in shock.

That emperor shadow was deeply imprinted in his mind, and the impression was too deep to be forgotten.

Especially the scene where many of the dead were all resurrected and reborn, it was terrifying to the extreme, bringing Mo Xuan infinite shock.

Recalling the amazing scenes of that scene, Mo Xuan had a deep curiosity about this city of bones.

What happened here in the past? Who is that Emperor Shadow? What has he done?