Yan Chuan flew out extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the source that attracted him to the past. It was a black vortex, and the surrounding thunderstorm became unusually distorted as it approached, and then vanished. The black vortex seemed to swallow everything, and even the light generated by the surrounding thunder and lightning could not escape.

"What should I do?" Yan Chuan had just had this thought, and before he could make any action, he was engulfed in darkness.

There was boundless darkness all around, Yan Chuan couldn't see anything, a feeling of suffocation arose, he felt that he was about to run out of breath, his heart seemed to stop suddenly, and a fear went straight to his heart.

Time passed, and Yan Chuan didn't know how long it had been. Although it hadn't actually been a long time, he felt that a long, long time had passed, longer than the time he had spent since he was born, and that it would be nothing more than that.

His body seemed to be still, but Yan Chuan knew that he was flying rapidly now, because in front of him, there was a light that was constantly amplifying. Maybe it's because it's dark all around, so the only light is particularly obvious.

That light is Yanchuan's only sustenance and only hope in this boundless darkness. Even Yan Chuan himself didn't know that he was on the verge of collapse at this time, and the long darkness brought not only panic, but also endless loneliness. Without seeing his fingers, Yan Chuan gradually lost himself, if it weren't for the sudden bright light, he would have assimilated into the surrounding darkness and turned into nothingness.

The light flashed, and the darkness behind him gradually receded, leaving Yan Chuan standing here with a blank face.

Down-to-earth, but it seems so unreal, Yan Chuan's vicissitudes of life seem to have added a few traces of years of carving at this moment.

"Uh..." Yan Chuan wanted to speak, but as if he was stuck by something, he choked for a long time before making a little sound, and he almost didn't know how to say anything in the long darkness.

Yan Chuan was afraid for a while, if he really let people stay in that endless darkness for a long time, he would definitely go crazy.

Turning his head and glancing at the little bean circle on his shoulder, Yan Chuan couldn't help but wonder, the little bean circle actually fell asleep, and the darkness didn't seem to have any effect on it.

But think about it, Xiaodouquan has been living in thunder and lightning, and has long been accustomed to the feeling of loneliness and loneliness, but the darkness is just right for it to sleep.

Ushering in the light again, Yan Chuan eased his mood a little and began to look around, it was still as dark as ever, only in front of him was different.

In front of him were countless coffins made of crystal, which were very shocking at a glance, and it was from here that the light emanated.

The crystal coffin is full of light, and the colorful colors are entwined on it, and the coffin body is carved with some lifelike patterns, which looks beautiful.

In front of the crystal coffin, there is a dilapidated stone tablet with some vague words engraved on it, full of the vicissitudes of time, and I don't know how many years it has been erected here.

Yan Chuan looked at the words on the stone tablet, and after only one glance, he was shocked by a majestic aura and couldn't stand firmly.

At this time, Yan Chuan's heart was full of turmoil, just because of the three words written at the beginning of the inscription - Spirit Dirt One. Yan Chuan still remembered the strange dream he once had, and the words in the dream made him remember deeply, "The spirit dirt person, violate the rules of heaven and earth, and wipe them all out." ”

He always thought that it was really just a dream, but the inscription at this time clearly recorded the content of the Spirit Dirt, and Yan Chuan's heart was naturally difficult to calm down.

Why do I have those weird dreams?

With all kinds of questions, Yan Chuan continued to look at the contents recorded in the stone tablet.

The spirit dirt is the one whose seven hundred and twenty veins are all unblocked, and none of the meridians are occluded. Born outside the rules of heaven and earth, it is not tolerated by the world, and it will be killed.

In just one sentence, Yan Chuan was greatly surprised, weren't all his seven hundred and twenty veins unblocked? In this way, he was the spirit dirt person mentioned in the inscription?

Thinking of the strange dreams he had before, Yan Chuan was convinced of his identity as a spirit grim. It's just that, according to the inscription, the spirit dirt was born outside the rules of heaven and earth. How to explain this sentence, Yan Chuan never felt that he was different from others.

Pondering the words in the inscription carefully, Yan Chuan felt more and more puzzled.

The crystal coffins were neatly arranged, divided into seventy-two columns, ten in each row, adding up to exactly seven hundred and twenty, but the same number of human veins. The top of the crystal coffin is basically sealed by the coffin lid, and only two are open.

Yan Chuan walked over curiously, wanting to see what was inside, the crystal coffin was dazzling and blurry, and he couldn't see what was inside without opening the lid of the coffin.

As Yan Chuan got closer and closer, his heart was beating desperately, and his mouth was constantly panting. It's extremely strange here, and there are so many coffins here, it must be fake to say that you are not nervous.

Approaching one of the coffins, Yan Chuan looked inside. His hanging heart finally relaxed, and there was nothing in it. He looked into the other open crystal coffin, which was also empty.

The mood was relaxed, but Yan Chuan couldn't help but feel disappointed, he didn't know what kind of psychology this was. I was scared, but I hoped to find something, but unfortunately there was nothing in the crystal coffin.

"Maybe that's human curiosity. Yan Chuan breathed a long sigh of relief, bored and looked around.

Not far from where Yan Chuan was standing, there was a crystal coffin whose lid was not completely covered, and there was still a large gap in it.

Yan Chuan noticed the difference here, and his heart that had just calmed down suddenly beat violently again, and he knew that he would not be willing not to take a look at what was inside.

This time, he was more cautious, first circling around the crystal coffin with a gap before slowly approaching. In the process, he saw what seemed to be written on the front of the crystal coffin.

After a closer look, Yan Chuan was stunned, because there were two words written on the crystal coffin - Yan Qian.

Yan Qian is the name of Yan Chuan's grandfather.

Yan Chuan no longer hesitated, walked over quickly, looked in through the gap, and saw nothing.

"Why is it still nothing?"

Yan Chuan unwillingly opened the lid of the coffin completely, and then carefully probed inside.

"Huh, what is this?"

With a soft exhalation, Yan Chuan's right hand reached down and took out what he saw. It was a slender soft sword, and in the middle of his hands was a sword hilt, and the soft sword body was not visible on the delicate hilt, but under the flickering of the colorful colors on the surrounding crystal coffin, a fluttering sword shadow was faintly cast on Yan Chuan's body.

The shadow of the sword only existed for a moment, and then disappeared with the flickering of the light, and then the light appeared again, and at the moment when the light appeared and disappeared, the fluttering sword shadow reappeared, looming.

"Good sword. Yan Chuan couldn't help but admire.

He put the soft sword aside for the time being, and continued to check the coffin, there was nothing else, but there was still a line of words engraved in the coffin:

My name is Yan Qian, as a famous genius in the Yan family, leaving a lifetime of prestige, but I am sorry for my son Yan Shi, now leaving an ancient artifact to show the shadow, I hope that one day it can be handed over to his hands, I wish to do it.

After reading the information left behind, Yan Chuan could already determine that Yan Qian, who was written outside the coffin, was indeed his grandfather. He pondered for a moment and then muttered to Chengying, "My father has died, so you can leave it in my hands, and I will never disgrace your reputation." ”

As if in response to Yan Chuan's words, the light on the shadow of the ancient artifact appeared brighter, and in a trance, a buzzing sound could be heard in it.

With Chengying's approval, Yan Chuan tied it around his waist, and if he didn't look closely, he would only think it was an ordinary belt.

Carefully re-closing the lid of the coffin, Yan Chuan stood in front of the coffin and bowed solemnly. No matter who erected the coffin, his grandfather had been here, otherwise he would not have been able to leave a picture and this passage. Yan Chuan's grandfather Yan Qian doesn't know if he is still alive, but whether he is here or not, it is worth Yan Chuan's great gift.

After the ceremony, Yan Chuan looked at the other crystal coffins, which were engraved with different names, and it was really difficult to see if he didn't get closer. After patrolling around, Yan Chuan found that the name engraved on it was unknown to anyone except his grandfather.

He suddenly remembered that there were two crystal coffins here that were uncovered, and he didn't know whose names were engraved on them.

With curiosity, Yan Chuan walked back to the two crystal coffins with the lid open, and to his surprise, the name on one of the crystal coffins was completely unclear, as if someone had deliberately erased it.

Who would do such a thing?

Yan Chuan was puzzled, and he turned his head to look at the other one. At this glance, Yan Chuan's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and a creepy feeling swept over.

There are two words engraved on the crystal coffin, two words that Yan Chuan is very familiar with, and when he saw this name, Yan Chuan was even more surprised than he saw his grandfather's name, because the two words engraved on it were, Yan Chuan.

"Who is it? who engraved my name?" Yan Chuan roared a little irrationally, and the voice he made dissipated in this empty space, without a single echo, and even Yan Chuan himself could not hear his voice.

Who would be so boring to make such a joke with himself, he couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, the stele trembled slightly, and then the crystal coffin engraved with Yan Qian's name was opened, and the size of the open space was exactly the same as when Yan Chuan first saw it.

Yan Chuan broke out in a cold sweat, he was sure that no one was near here just now, but the crystal coffin still moved under its nose.

Yan Chuan walked over unbelieving and put the lid back on the coffin. But it didn't take long for the stele to tremble slightly, and then the lid of the coffin opened a gap.

Yan Chuan changed his attention, he turned his attention to the crystal coffin engraved with his name, carefully closed the open lid, and then stared at it.

Similarly, after the stele shook, the lid on the crystal coffin engraved with Yan Chuan's name was completely lifted.

"Could it be... Is it really fate?" Yan Chuan said what he thought with difficulty, and at this time, he finally believed that the name on the crystal coffin was not artificially engraved.

"No, it can't be. Yan Chuan frantically attacked the other closed crystal coffins, trying to open them all, but as soon as his attack touched the crystal, it disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

The attack didn't work, Yan Chuan directly used his hands, he picked one of the tightly closed crystal coffins, and wanted to try to open it.

The result was still the same, the lid of the crystal coffin did not move at all, and no matter how hard Ren Yanchuan tried, he couldn't move it for half a minute.