Blurred off the edges and corners, looking from a distance, the face that seemed to be bloody and blurred, was pitch black, and then, as if there was a light voice, sounded faintly in the faint place, echoing in the space where the five fingers could not be seen.

"The Devil's Coffin?!Wait. I've seen it in some text. ”

Everything was damp in this dark, damp crypt, the skin of the trees and dirt was beginning to fester, and the air smelled suffocating.

At the mouth of this bottomless cavern, there seemed to be a faint candle flame flickering from it.

But a lone lamp can't dispel the darkness of a room.

Only the blood-colored coffin with an eerie glow sat in the place where the body had its back to the end, facing the coffin.

Bathed in bright red blood, rolling in the blood like a red stream, the coffin box trapped under the bright red carvings, under the dim candlelight, presented a kind of outrageous beauty.

The cow head and horse noodles placed on both sides of the cave dungeon are only a cow head skeleton, as if under the destruction of the years, it is the ornament that accompanies the coffin from beginning to end, which is contaminated with a trace of the spirituality in the coffin.

Just when Zhou Yusheng didn't put his eyes here, he quietly bit the skull under the white remains.

Sit quietly on the ground, and when you die, your head falls in front of you, and the thin joints that are left fall to the ground, but your head is already incomplete.

The continuous lights lit up from it, and the cow's face, which was so hideously reflected by the candlelight in its mouth, left a reflection on the damp wall and the mural on the wall that was penetrating to the sky.

"Demon coffin! That's the spirit coffin loaded with monsters! And looking at it, it doesn't seem to be an ordinary monster's spirit coffin! But how can there be a magic coffin under this Huainan?"

In addition to being shocked, Zhou Yusheng was a little afraid, although the bloody Flying Demon Coffin was quietly suspended there, around the surroundings, full of candlelight, flying around.

It looked like it was just a bright red agate-like coffin.

"Stinky boy, look at the mural on the wall, the ancestors will record their glorious lives through the mural, from the mortal to the fading, or like these ghosts, buried with these secrets in the ground, no one knows. But in today's Zhongzhou, these things are all used as a stele for disciples to participate in the enlightenment of the psychic, if you take a look at it first, I am afraid you will know the source of this magic coffin. ”

A miserable white mist, when Zhou Yusheng was stunned, a smell, a stir, suddenly milky white mist has risen from the ground, surrounding the white mist of the four stone monuments, I don't know where so many ethereal transparent white yarns, wearing a valuable green shirt, this radius of several miles to be tightly covered.

In front of the mural, a figure suddenly condensed out, staring at the weather-beaten strokes with dead eyes, the eyes were meaningful, and the thoughts that were pulled down contained a silence that made time decadent.

Suddenly, it was as if the wind had stopped, time froze in this time, froze a hustle and bustle, and in the quiet eyes, the waves rose and fell.

The brushstrokes that obviously looked plain and unremarkable became casual and extraordinary through the undulating eyes of the tide of thought.

The early autumn of the north wind roared was a year of misfortune for the Zhongzhou mainland, and Zhongzhou, which had just recovered from a serious illness, went through the summer and the cold, and was in the same boat for half a century, and finally collapsed in the three thousand years of Xuanyuan.

The appearance of the Far North Realm is the beginning of this nightmare, this huge land derived from the underground, with cliffs that have not been passed through for thousands of years, and the depths contain the secrets of the entire Zhongzhou Continent.

On the orders of our master, we rushed to the extreme north with the remaining thirty-five disciples and the other thirty-five people, but the wind and snow were overwhelming, and only a few people survived in the end.

I have been adrift in Huainan for hundreds of years, and I no longer have the integrity of that time, after all, I am old and decrepit, worried about my stomach, and watched the rest of the dozens of fellow disciples die one after another, and finally this lonely hundred years, like a drunken, I and those fellow brothers, the soul returned to my hometown.

At the end of the mural, there is an extraordinary-looking young man dressed in a white shirt, a long sword, a bamboo hat on his head, and a very arrogant look in his eyes.

The pen stopped here, the foot was not yet finished, and the painting never saw him again.

On the backbone, in an instant, it was like a small needle pierced into the bone, and the cautious eyes remembered the last boy in the portrait at this moment.

"Senior, I can perceive the extraordinaryness of this monument. Zhou Yusheng suddenly rolled his eyes, and at that moment, the brilliance in his eyes exploded, and he stared at the pain under the smoke of gunpowder.

"This is indeed the past of the Zhongzhou Continent, and even a rumor that has been circulated in every Zhongzhou is that the Far North Realm is the defect of the Zhongzhou Continent. ”

The Tsing Yi Taoist stood solemnly, looking at the rugged mountains on the mural, and fell into the memories of the past.

His expression was calm, and he didn't see any pain, nor the slightest pleasure.

Calm blood coffin, at this moment.

A fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, not like the richness of roses, nor like the light fragrance of daisies, but at this moment, from the slowly opened coffin, permeating the heart.

Occasionally, you can hear the beating of the same frequency as the sound of the heart, thumping, but it is tinged with blood-colored heaviness, and the tone is frustrated, like a person striking the death knell, which is creepy.

Two voices that almost turned black and white upside down, from this moment, from that coffin, subverted the balance in his heart, Zhou Yusheng followed the sound and looked at it, only to feel the pain in his heart unspeakable, and the sound of heavy breathing drove the only white under the body.

Those bloodshot eyes finally calmed down, and the bottom of the eyes as deep as a well was pure and dazzling.

This piece of heaven and earth, suddenly quiet only the dull heartbeat, accompanied by a pair of star-like eyes falling, calming the disgusting sound, wildfire is a fire that grows in the darkness of the sky, wildfire fire, the dawn comes slowly, but it is here after all.

The lid of the coffin slowly closed, and the piercing sound of squeezing the coffin slowly opened, setting off layers of faint ripples in Zhou Yusheng's mind, but the calm lake was crossed by a person.

Faintly, when the sleeping mind looked into the bloody coffin, there was nothing inside.

There was only a golden phantom, peacefully caressing Zhou Yusheng's shoulder, with a bit of indifference, caressing not only his body, but also like a warm spring breeze, sprinkled on this silent and dry land.

"I didn't expect there to be a strong soul here. The golden phantom suddenly muttered in surprise.

"Who are you?!" The green-shirted Taoist turned his back and looked away from the mural, looking at the golden phantom bathed in blood, with an indifferent expression.

"The Third Inn, the wind and snow stream. The golden phantom hung his head, as if he was lingering on the memory of the past, and smiled sadly, but it was very captivating.

There is an inn located outside the astral boundary, nestled in the wind and snow, surrounded by only a white expanse, and the lonely silence of the city.

"I can't seem to remember the rest. The Golden Phantom smiled bitterly.

The Qingyi Taoist did not continue to speak, but looked at him quietly, his expression was calm, and his wooden eyes were indifferent and drastic.

He could clearly feel that the spirit power in that phantom was disappearing.

In other words, this phantom is probably at the end of the crossbow, and the stubbornness that still lingers in the world is probably only the memory of the past.

"I hope that one year, you can help me find Li Xiaoxu for revenge. ”

"Who is he!" asked the Tsing Yi Taoist.

"I can only recall the deep hatred I had with the name, and as for who he was, I don't remember or want to remember. ”

In his gaze looking back, there is a tacit understanding of acquaintance, acquaintance, and sympathy, implying a hint of reluctance, and a touch of tender affection.

This body sealed in it finally experienced the vicissitudes of life, turned into a burst of lovesick tears, and the soul spent half a lifetime of suffering, and with the body, soared to the Elysium.