"Tianba, it's not good, Mu Chong was killed by bandits. ”

Ling Tianyun hurriedly rushed into the courtyard and shouted into the wing.

"What?"

Ling Tianba was startled, and rushed out of the chamber in three or two steps.

"Tianba, for some reason, Mu Chong's corpse is in two places. ”

"Quick, go to Mu's house and have a look. ”

Ling Tianba and Ling Tianyun quickly left the courtyard and went straight to the west of the village.

"Daddy... Whining... You're dying so badly!"

Before Ling Tianba and Ling Tianyun entered the door, they heard Mu Yunyan's cry outside the courtyard.

"Hey, Yan'er is so pitiful. ”

Ling Tianyun lamented heavily.

"These bandits are so hateful, why do they hurt innocent lives?"

Ling Tianba was furious, and he was furious.

As soon as the two entered the house, the house was already full of villagers.

"Yan'er, since you are gone for your father, let him rest in peace! We will definitely avenge Brother Mu and calm Qingfeng Village. ”

Ling Tianba rushed over and raised his hand to support Mu Yunyan.

"No, I'll avenge my father's revenge. ”

Mu Yunyan showed a hatred in her eyes, raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears, and immediately said, "Uncles and aunts, bury my father for me." ”

After finishing speaking, Mu Yunyan walked to the door, took off a sword hanging on the wall, and immediately walked through the door.

"Yan'er, you are alone, don't do stupid things. ”

Ling Tianba rushed out of the door and hurriedly stopped.

"Daddy... I have made up my mind, and I hope to be your daughter-in-law again in the next life. ”

Mu Yunyan shed two tears, and walked out of the courtyard without looking back after speaking.

"This kid... Why are you as stubborn as Lao Mu?"

Ling Tianba was at a loss, knowing Mu Yunyan's temperament, even if he tried his best to stop it, he couldn't stop Mu Yunyan's desire for revenge.

"Hey!"

Ling Tianba let out a long sigh and shook his head bitterly.

When it comes to this, he can only bury Mu Chong first, and then find a way to find Mu Yunyan.

The next morning, the village was covered in white haze, and I couldn't see my fingers.

But several villagers had already come to Mu's house early, and they were chopping wood in the courtyard to make a coffin for Mu Chong, who died yesterday.

Before sunset, a new grave was filled in again in the bamboo forest, next to Ling Xiao's tomb.

"Xiao'er, you are not lonely now, with Lao Mu with you, the two underground can be companions. ”

Ling Tianba sighed bitterly, squatted in front of Ling Xiao's tomb, reached out and grabbed a handful of loess, and slowly scattered it on Ling Xiao's grave.

...

A few days passed.

The village has returned to its former tranquility, only Ling Tianba and Cuiyun have not yet come out of their grief.

On the seventh day of Ling Xiao's burial.

At sunset, the sunset has just dyed half the sky red.

Suddenly, the sky was blazing, and dark clouds hung over the village.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt exploded.

"It's going to rain. ”

Ling Tianba stood at the door of the compartment, looking at the darkness outside, and then looked up at the rolling dark clouds, which were the signs before the rain.

"Tianba...!"

Cuiyun chuckled in her heart, she was afraid that the heavy rain would pour, and the grave of that night would be washed away?

"Cuiyun, Xiao'er is gone, my heart is sad, but people can't be resurrected after death, don't be sad again!"

Ling Tianba walked up to Cuiyun and hugged Cuiyun into his arms.

"Tianba... Whining... I just thought about Xiao'er, for fear that he would be alone. ”

Cuiyun cried.

Rumble!

Another deafening thunderclap.

As soon as it fell, suddenly a bolt of lightning rushed out of the rolling dark clouds, heading straight for the back mountain bamboo forest.

"Bang!"

The new grave, which had just been erected, was blown open by lightning, and the grave soil splattered in all directions.

Suddenly, the seven-foot-long and three-foot-wide coffin was revealed.

Suddenly, in the dark space of the coffin, there was a slight sound of breathing.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Ling Xiao, who was lying in the coffin, opened his eyes, but when he saw the dark scene, he was instantly shocked.

"Haven't I escaped yet?"

At this moment, Ling Xiao's mind ached, and tadpole words seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"This?"

"I...!"

Ling Xiao muttered to himself in pain, his expression confused.

"The stele? This is the text in the stele, why does it come to my mind?"

"Am I dead or alive?"

"Ahh

In an instant, Ling Xiao's expression changed drastically, and the tadpole words in his mind actually slowly evolved into words that belonged to his world.

"Soul Eater God Emperor... This?"

"Could it be that the stone tablet is the tomb of the Soul Devouring God Emperor?"

Ling Xiao had a splitting headache, but he felt incredible.

"Who is the Soul Eater God Emperor? Could it be the turquoise pebbles that take you into the tomb of the Soul Devouring God Emperor?"

"Huh?"

At this time, in Ling Xiao's mind, the turquoise pebbles were entwined by countless fonts.

Suddenly, the countless floating fonts rushed towards the cobblestones.

"Ahh

An exclamation.

Countless fonts sink straight into the cobblestones.

At this moment, the pebbles were shocked, and the original turquoise light turned into a blazing fire.

Slowly, the burning pebbles evolved into fonts.

"I am the Soul Devouring God Emperor of Chaos, practicing the original 'Soul Devouring Divine Formula' for self-realization, but the great changes in the chaotic world have been affected by this, so I left this practice and looked for someone who was destined. ”

"Soul Devouring Divine Formula, there are nine articles in total, if you want to cultivate this method, you must disperse its work, and then you want to cultivate!"

"One of them: Soul Eater, Soul Sucking Method: Slim people, offer the soul of the gods, devour it only by me, nourish the soul, and achieve the soul!"

"The completion of cultivation, start the next part by yourself!"

"This?"

One scene after another came to mind, Ling Xiao's head no longer hurt, but his face was full of horror.

"Is this exercise evil or good?"

Ling Xiao weighed it in his heart, for fear that this exercise was the method of cultivating the crooked path of the evil sect.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao reached out and pinched his arm, feeling extremely painful.

"I... I'm not dead, I'm alive...!"

Ling Xiao was extremely excited.

"No matter what, go out first!"

Ling Xiao shook his head, calmed himself down, and raised his fist and swung it towards the lid of the coffin.

"Bang!"

The lid of the coffin was gone.

"Rustle!"

The pouring rain hit Ling Xiao's face, making a "click" sound.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and smelled the fresh air in the rain, feeling extremely happy.

"Yan'er... My swallow...!"

One palm sticks out of the coffin, followed by another...

Suddenly, in the coffin stood a young man with long unkempt hair and wet mud.

This young man is Ling Xiao.

Although the coarse cloth clothes on his body were somewhat new, they were tightly clinging to his body after being washed by the rain at this time.

Ling Xiao's face was unusually pale, perhaps frightened by the scene he had experienced.

At this time, there was no one in the Houshan Bamboo Forest except him.

"Huh?"

Ling Xiao looked at a new grave next to his grave, and was stunned and trembled, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"No?"

Ling Xiao shook his head violently and cried bitterly.

"This must not be Yan'er?"

Suddenly, Ling Xiao pulled out his legs and rushed down the mountain.

In the pouring rain of the night, on the dark back mountain path, a figure ran quickly and roared: "Dad... Mother... Yan'er...!"