"What, the place of heavenly burial?"

After hearing Yan Moyu's words, Yu Duhuan couldn't help but be shocked.

Although this fantasy world is all fantasy, it is connected to the real world, and Yu Duhuan has also heard of this place of heavenly burial.

Almost every monk wants to bury himself in this burial place before he dies. Even the dead monks would let their juniors carry their bodies into it, but none of the living who entered the place of heavenly burial could get out of the place of heavenly burial.

The place of heavenly burial is the place of the dead, and the living will only become dead if they enter it!

And this place of heavenly burial is a place that has existed since ancient times, and even in the primeval times before the appearance of the ancient era, the place of heavenly burial has existed. But in the real world, Yu Duhuan didn't know where this heavenly burial place was, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

But I didn't expect that in this fantasy world, this heavenly burial place appeared.

And those monks want to rest in this burial place after their deaths, not because of any feng shui treasure here, but because of another important reason.

Although the monks in this fantasy world do not know about the existence of the Yellow Spring World, in their opinion, this place of heavenly burial has a great use.

Back.

The fact that the Heavenly Burial Land can bring the monk back from the dead may be just a legend, at least until now, Yan Moyu and Yu Duhuan have never heard of a monk buried in the Heavenly Burial Land who can crawl out of the grave and live another life. Moreover, in the real world as they know it now, they don't know whether there is a place of heavenly burial, so it is impossible to know whether this legend is true or not.

Although no one has ever done the act of resurrecting themselves from the dead, there are still countless monks who try to bury themselves in the heavenly burial ground.

And now it has been proven that even if the monks buried in the place of heavenly burial cannot be resurrected, they can live in a different way.

"Corpse!"

Yu Wanhuan suddenly screamed, and at this time, she saw that the three-headed hellhounds carrying them had been surrounded by spirit corpses.

At this moment, Yu Duhuan remembered that the dead qi on Yan Moyu's body at this time was the favorite thing of those spirit corpses.

The corpses buried in the Heavenly Burial Land are densely populated by the dead qi after a long period of time, and most of them will decay, but some of them will gradually refine the dead qi, so that their bodies can gradually move. These are called corpses.

There are even some extremely powerful monks who can retain their consciousness and martial arts during their lifetime, this kind of spirit corpse is the most powerful, and their strength is even stronger than when they were alive.

But fortunately, these spirit corpses that appear now are the most ordinary spirit corpses, and their bodies are also very fragile, and the three-headed hellhound can catch these spirit corpses with any paw.

It's just that I don't know how many monks are buried in this heavenly burial place, even if only one percent of them are infected by death qi and turned into spirit corpses, this number is difficult to calculate.

At this time, Yan Moyu's physical life activities had completely stopped, there was no breathing, no heartbeat, and his body was as cold as ice.

"There's no way to go on like this, how can I leave this place of heavenly burial!"

Yu Duhuan's heart was in a hurry, if she hadn't given up her identity as Huangquan, maybe there would be a way to deal with these spirit corpses, but now-

Even if her bloodline will make the spirit corpse jealous, but Yan Moyu's body, there is no blood of Huangquan!

"How do I know, this is my first time in the place of heavenly burial."

At this time, Yan Moyu was also a little helpless.

Even if Yan Moyu is a jack of all trades, it is impossible to know everything on the Chenwu Continent, not to mention, the place of heavenly burial does not belong to the Chenwu Continent in the first place.

The place of heavenly burial suddenly appeared on the mainland, and no one knows where this place of heavenly burial came from or why it appeared. The legend of the place of heavenly burial has existed since ancient times, and no one knows when it began to circulate, and it seems that this legend has existed since the appearance of the place of heavenly burial.

At this time, Yan Moyu smiled bitterly, he could already feel that the dead qi on his body was getting more and more, even more serious than before he had obtained the Evil Spirit Halberd.

Could it be that now he can only accompany Yu Duhuan here?

He's unwilling, really unwilling!

If he is not a remnant soul now, and this is also the real world and not the fantasy world, maybe Yan Moyu will not be in such a hurry, even if he will become a spirit corpse, he wants to accompany Yu Qianhuan to continue walking.

It's just that now he is just a remnant soul, and if he is devoured by death here and dies, he will definitely not be able to turn into a spirit corpse.

Moreover, even if his physical body can be turned into a spirit corpse, it will take a long time, and even, after becoming a spirit corpse, his consciousness will definitely not exist.

"Yan Moyu, do you believe me?"

Yu Duhuan suddenly said such a sentence to Yan Moyu.

And Yan Moyu, who was thinking about a way, was stunned at first when he heard Yu Duanhuan's words, but he still subconsciously responded to Yu Duanhuan and said, "I naturally believe in you." ”

"Good!"

After hearing Yan Moyu's words, Yu Wanhuan showed a bright smile on her face, and then used her hand as a blade to lightly swipe her wrist.

A wound appeared on Yu Wanhuan's wrist, and the red blood slowly flowed out along with the wound on her wrist.

After cutting his left wrist, Yu Wanhuan cut his right wrist without changing his face.

"Dust, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Yu Duanhuan actually harmed himself, Yan Moyu couldn't help but be shocked.

"I'm not going to watch you die."

After Yu Wanhuan said this to Yan Moyu, she separated the wrists of Yan Moyu's hands in the same way.

When Yu Duanhuan matched her wrist wound with Yan Moyu's wound, and then under the urging of Yu Duanhuan's spiritual power, the blood in her body flowed from Yan Moyu's right hand wound, and Yan Moyu's own lifeless blood flowed into Yu Duanhuan's body through the other hand.

Yu Duhuan is using the method of blood exchange, allowing himself to exchange blood with Yan Moyu!

"Dust, stop!"

Yan Moyu couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that Yu Qianhuan was so impulsive to suppress the dead qi in his body by exchanging blood, and sent a message to Yu Qianhuan to make Yu Qianhuan stop his current crazy moves.

But Yu Duhuan didn't seem to hear Yan Moyu's words at all, and just said to himself: "During this time, I have encountered a lot of dangers with you in this fantasy world, but I am really happy, although I also know that this is just a fantasy world, but I am a little afraid of leaving this illusion world, I am afraid that if I leave this environment world, our relationship will not be like this." ”

"No, you stop!"

Yan Moyu anxiously transmitted the voice to Yu Duhuan and continued: "No matter what, I am me. ”

"Yan Moyu, you are indeed you, but you also told me at the beginning that you are a remnant soul-"

"Yes, I'm just a remnant, you don't have to sacrifice so much for me! If something happens to you in this world, there's a good chance you'll—"

"But what I love now is you now."

Yu Duanhuan interrupted Yan Moyu's words, and then said: "You are just a remnant soul, then you outside may not be the current you, I don't know what you will do to me, but my intuition tells me that if I give up on you like this, it will make me regret it for the rest of my life." Perhaps, the one outside may not necessarily treat me so sincerely and so well with you now. ”

"But whether it's me or me outside, it's me! Chen'er, I beg you, stop it, if something happens to you, what will you let me do? ”

At this time, Yan Moyu was even a tough guy, but he was already a little choked in his voice.

If the current Yu Duhuan is still the high-ranking princess of Huangquan, even if she uses the method of exchanging blood to make her body full of death, then she has nothing to fear. But now, Yan Moyu can feel that Yu Duanhuan no longer has the identity of Princess Huangquan, even if she has the blood of the Huangquan World in her body, but it is a little thin, just like an ordinary human race.

In this case, if there is also death qi in Yu Duhuan's body, it is also extremely dangerous for herself.

But now no matter what Yan Moyu says, Yu Duanhuan is like a deaf ear, and in order to keep herself from fainting, Yu Duanhuan is just telling Yan Moyu about the bits and pieces after they met.

I don't know how long it took, on Yu Duanhuan's face, the blood became less and less, and her face became whiter and whiter.

When Yu Duanhuan finally couldn't hold on and fell, Yan Moyu made a move.

He struggled to get up and took Yu Duanhuan, who was about to fall, into his arms, just like Yu Duanhuan hugged him just now, but now he was a different person, from Yu Duanhuan holding him, to Yan Moyu holding Yu Duanhuan.

Yan Moyu distressed Yu Duanhuan's sideburns, which had been wet with cold sweat, and then kissed Yu Duanhuan lightly on the forehead, and then hugged Yu Duanhuan tightly into his arms.

"Chen'er, why are you so stupid?"

At this time, although Yu Duhuan's whole body was weak, but she had not yet reached a state of complete coma, and after hearing Yan Moyu's words, she squeezed out a smile on her pale face.

"Yan Moyu, you love me and love me, you treat me like this, why don't I treat you like this?"

"Chen'er, get a good night's sleep, and I'll take care of the rest."

After hearing Yan Moyu's very secure words, Yu Duhuan smiled slightly, and then his eyes went dark and he fell unconscious.