The young sect master of Yiyang was really killed by Yan Yihan, the official Qingfeng left in a hurry, and there was still Li Fengnan's body on the stone slab in front of the inn, which was cut off by someone with a sword, clean and neat, the wound was sealed by cold ice, and half a drop of blood never flowed.

Afraid of being affected by the disaster, no one collected the corpse and sent it to the Yiyang Sect, due to bad luck, there was another disaster, and the store closed the doors and windows early to avoid the disaster.

Chu Xiyao was fine when she left, but within less than three hours of her departure, she turned into this appearance: she fell asleep, her face was covered with a layer of white ash, like a person who had been sick for a long time;

I don't have the energy to investigate the truth of the matter, there is no doctor in the netherworld, even if Chu Xiyao is brought to the coffin refining union, it will not be useful, seeing that the blood on Chu Xiyao's lips is gradually fading, becoming more and more like a pale corpse, the original disease wine is in a hurry, and Yan Yihan is also in a hurry.

Chu Xiyao's fingers flicked, she really didn't have any strength to move all parts of her body, she wanted to open her eyelids, and she could only make it tremble slightly with all her might, and she wanted to speak, but she could only open a barely visible gap.

Yan Yihan, who noticed Chu Xiyao's subtle movements, squatted beside the bed, his ears attached, Chu Xiyao finally concentrated on saying what he was about to say, and he didn't know how much Yan Yihan could hear.

Yan Yihan stood up and looked at Yuan Sick Wine, who also looked at her nervously, at this time he was like a poor little old man, looking forward to a good cure for bad news.

The proprietor said, "Put her in the coffin." Yan Yihan frowned and pondered for a while before saying, after all, this request was so peculiar.

"Put it in the natal coffin?" "Yuan Sick Wine muttered as he pinched his beard, and then his blurred eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and he took out a huge coffin from the storage ring, three meters long and one meter wide, covered in pitch black, engraved with formation runes, and the coffin spirit stone statue guarded by the coffin was engraved on the coffin lid, instantly occupying half of the room. This is a seventh-order natal coffin, which he spent ten years forging, from material selection to refining, although the essence blood spent is not as good as other natal coffins, it is a pinnacle symbol of his coffin refining career.

It was originally prepared for itself, but now it is also the glory of giving it to Chu Xiyao.

The original sick wine opened the lid of the coffin and said to Yan Yihan, "Put her in." ”

Yan Yihan picked up Chu Xiyao from the bed, looking at the big box closed on all sides, she was still a little skeptical, but it was about Chu Xiyao's life, so she still put the person in the coffin.

Just as the natal coffin was closed, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, Yan Yihan immediately looked at the closed door vigilantly, and the sword in his hand was clenched at any time;

After a while, there was a knock on the red iron wooden door of the "Bang Bang ......" room, and Yan Yihan glanced at the original disease wine and signaled to him.

"Who?" asked the original sick wine as she rushed out the door.

"It's me, Chen Jidu. ”

Hearing the sound outside the door, the original ill wine relaxed a little, he pressed down with his hand to signal Yan Yihan to put down the Buzhou sword in his hand, and Yan Yihan motioned for him to go out with his eyes, and then hid behind the door with the Buzhou sword, and the original ill wine opened the door and went out.

Hearing the footsteps gradually disappearing, Yan Yihan put down the sword and found a place close to the coffin where Chu Xiyao was sleeping to close his eyes and recuperate.

The soul pattern does not only work when it is painted on the coffin, the coffin master pushes it as a sacred reverence, and all arbitrary use will be understood as blasphemy, and Chu Xiyao is the only one who blasphemes, so she is punished with reverence, perhaps the punishment of ignorance.

Like all the coffin refiners in the Netherworld, she believed that the soul pattern could give the soul infinite power, just like when she held the soul pattern in the palm of her hand at the beginning, the power of the soul pattern continued to drill into her body from the palm of her hand, entrenching in the center of her eyebrows, making her ears and eyes clear.

People have three souls and seven souls, and different soul patterns act on different souls and spirits, and the soul patterns used in the Silent Guardian Coffin are the same as those used in the first- and second-order natal coffins of the Extreme Prison Coffin, because their soul patterns do not have a targeted soul and act on the whole.

These soul patterns have become an existence that every coffin refiner can comprehend.

The appearance of different natal coffins above the third order is caused by the coffin refiner's comprehension of different soul patterns, and the ghost cultivators who borrowed the resurrection of the natal coffin above the third order suddenly stood out in some aspects, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The preciousness of the third-order, fourth-order, and fifth-order natal coffins and above is that they can be given more and different talents in the soul after resurrection, and it can even be said that as long as you have money, you can do such a reversible thing as cultivating a fool into a genius.

The coffin refiner has become the object of everyone's protection, no matter what his character is, killing a coffin refiner is a crime; the coffin refinery union does not allow ghost cultivators to kill a coffin refiner, killing the coffin refiner will be the enemy of the coffin refinery union; to be an enemy of the coffin refinery union is to be an enemy of oneself.

Of course, the strict rules of the coffin refining union to clean the door made all the coffin alchemists shrink their necks and dare not do evil in the world.

Even so, there was still a shortage of coffin alchemists above the fourth order.

Therefore, the power generated by the different soul patterns recorded in the Great Ingot Coffin Dictionary could not meet Chu Xiyao's needs, so he could only study it himself, and tried two or three at the beginning, using his own soul to perceive their power, and then memorized the effect of it.

Like all coffin alchemists, she thought that all soul patterns were benevolent and the power of life, until the third day, when she put the two soul patterns together, and they fused with each other to form a new soul pattern, a suction, the suction of all the power in her body appeared in the palm of her hand, it was the new blackened black soul pattern, it was different from all the blue soul lines, it was a deadly darkness.

Chu Xiyao quickly extinguished it, but the lost strength did not return to the body, when she stood up, she was dizzy, and said goodbye to the original illness and went to the Wei family to get better;

She could only hope for the coffin to have the soul pattern in it to restore her lost power.

He touched his goatee and thought: Chen has been transferred from the west to the secluded capital, where power and wealth are concentrated, to this small place for several years, and the people above have not let him go back;

The coffin refining union is like this, and the people who have been the president in the secluded capital of Xicheng always have to go out to the poor countryside for a few years before they are allowed to return to the city.

When he stepped into the temple door, he caught a glimpse of Meng Sheng sitting there, so angry that he jumped up and was about to kill him, but was stopped by Chen several times, "The coffin refining union prohibits fights and brawls. ”

"Hmph. He threw off the sleeves of his robe, sat down with his goatee blown, and leaned against the carved backrest.

"I invited the two of you here today for the sake of the two apprentices who made a big move on the street, I believe I don't need to say more, you all know the rules of the coffin refining union. Chen sat on the chair in the center of the hall several times, and said with a consultative tone and warning.

"Hmph, that traitor and his female disciple have tried to harm my precious girl five times, and they should give me an explanation. "The original disease wine said.

"You are spewing blood, obviously your apprentice kicked my apprentice into the formation without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and he also broke into the coffin refining union and destroyed the formation, you should give me an explanation, give the coffin refining union an explanation. ”

"Old traitor, that's just my girl's head and feet cramping, you hold on to it, and if you want to kill my apprentice, I haven't settled accounts with you yet." You'd better run out on your own, so I don't have to look for you. "The original disease wine rolled up his sleeves and was about to beat Meng Sheng," I want to explain to you, see that I don't beat you to a blue nose and swollen face. ”

Chen sat down on the high seat on the temple several times to stop it too late, and Meng Sheng was beaten a few times by the original disease.

"The two of them are dissipated. Chen stood in the middle of them several times and stopped the original illness wine and saved Meng Sheng.

"The affairs of the apprentices will be left to them to solve, how about the two of them?" This is the unwritten rule of the coffin refining union, and the contradictions between the coffin refining masters are resolved in the outside world and then come back.

"I don't agree, they rely on their power to bully my girl. The original illness wine was the first to disagree, Chu Xiyao's life and death are unknown now, and he categorically can't push her up the waves.

"You old scoundrel, you don't look at what your evil god apprentice did, killed the young master of the Yiyang Sect, and injured my apprentice and her brother, who is the bully. ”

"Old traitor, you open your eyes and tell nonsense, my girl is seriously injured, and now her life and death are unknown, it must be your unruly female apprentice who was injured. After the original illness wine finished speaking, he wanted to come up and beat Meng Sheng again, but Chen pretended to stop him in the middle several times, so that the original disease wine punched and kicked a few more times.

Meng Sheng touched the blue wound on his face, pointed to the original disease wine and complained: "You go out to inquire about the good deeds that your god-shattering apprentice has done, and now the body of the young sect master of the Yiyang Sect is still lying on the street. ”

"Really?" asked Yuan Sick Wine as he looked at Chen several times.

"Yes. Chen nodded several times.

"Well done, she didn't kill your apprentice, it's cheap for you. ”

"You, you, you......" Meng Sheng was trembling with anger, "You old scoundrel!!" Meng Sheng said fiercely, almost out of breath.

"If it weren't for the viciousness of your female disciple and pressing every step of the way, why wouldn't you be like this, you wouldn't want me to give an explanation. The original wine sat back in the chair just now.

"That's not up to you. ”

"Find a time for them to settle their grievances privately and then return to the coffin master union. Chen said several times.

"Old scoundrel, see you on Jiancheng Mountain in five days. ”

"Think about the beauty, let my girl come to the door, don't even think about it, we will decide the location. Well, we'll see in a year or two. "Jiancheng Mountain, the territory of the Black Panache Sect, Chu Xiyao's going up the mountain is nothing more than entering the wolf's den.

"A year or two? Why don't you say hundreds of years. ”

"You think beautifully, you must not let the person who bullied my girl live for a few hundred years. ”

"The time was set for fifteen days later. Remember, no coffin maker can die. Even if there is a natal coffin resurrection, it can't. Chen said conclusively several times when he covered the coffin.

The rules of the coffin refining union are not something that can be controlled by the original disease, so it can only be stopped.