Cheng Yangxi stood up suddenly.

Being able to find the formation eye so quickly made him a little irrepressibly excited!

Without thinking about it, Cheng Yangxi quickly ran in the direction of the array.

At this moment, every second counts!

He didn't want to waste a little time!

Soon, Cheng Yangxi came to the so-called front of the array.

The array was in a burial chamber.

In the burial chamber, twenty-two coffins are placed.

In each coffin, Cheng Yangxi is exuding a strange attraction.

It was as if someone inside was calling his name.

Cheng Yangxi walked over, took a deep breath, and pressed his right hand in front of the nearest coffin.

The coffin, which originally seemed to be ordinary, at this moment, a stream of pure energy poured out from the coffin, turning into a pool of sweet spring to wrap Cheng Yangxi, and then it was quickly absorbed by Cheng Yangxi's body.

"No, Patriarch, I don't want to die!

In my mind, a sad female voice suddenly sounded.

Cheng Yangxi's face sank.

He understood what these pure energies were.

It's a shattered soul!

A Martial God's shattered soul!

Because there was a great grudge before death, even if it turned into energy, it still had its last cry.

Cheng Yangxi's hand on the lid of the coffin was slightly forced.

There was a "bang" sound, and the lid of the coffin was lifted.

Inside the coffin, a skeleton covered in iron armor lay in an extremely twisted state.

Its abdomen was pierced by a demigod-level sword.

There is a talisman on his forehead.

As a master of the rune seal, Cheng Yangxi recognized the type of rune seal at a glance - the ghost retreat talisman.

Yuan Soul, in the mouths of many ordinary people, is also called a ghost.

Ghost Retreat Talisman, a kind of talisman that seals the soul of the Yuan on the body of a person who has died.

Cheng Yangxi had never used this kind of talisman.

Because Brother Leng said that if this kind of talisman is pasted, the soul will never be able to leave the body, and it will eventually gradually collapse with the corpse decaying.

Cheng Yangxi's hands were clenched into fists, and they were clenched.

This martial god, what kind of despair did she experience before she was killed?

Moreover, she was pierced by the sword, and she did not die immediately, as can be seen from her extremely distorted body.

Cheng Yangxi stretched out his hand, slowly pulled out the sword, erased the mark, dripped blood, and put it into the dantian.

With his hands folded, Cheng Yangxi bowed and muttered, "Rest in peace!"

Walking up to the second coffin, he placed his right hand on the lid of the coffin, as he had done before.

Another wave of pure energy appeared, infused into his body.

In his head, a whimpering voice sounded: "Why? Why, Patriarch?! I don't accept it!"

Cheng Yangxi sighed and opened the lid of the coffin.

Inside, a skeleton was pierced through its chest on either side by two demigod-level halberds.

Its posture is also distorted.

Walking to the third coffin, Cheng Yangxi walked according to the routine.

Absorbing the pure energy, a heavy sigh sounded in his head.

The lid of the coffin was opened, and inside was a skeleton wearing a robe.

Its abdomen was pierced by a demigod-level vajra.

At this time, it lies quietly inside the coffin, with its hands folded and Buddhist beads wrapped around its hands.

When Cheng Yangxi pulled out the vajra, erased the mark, dripped into the essence blood, and put it into the dantian, the Buddha beads were shattered in response.

Underneath the beads, a small piece of parchment is revealed.

Cheng Yangxi slowly broke the ten fingers of its hands, took out the sheepskin roll, and opened it.

I saw a few lines of blood-colored small characters written in the parchment scroll: "The more you are accustomed to things, the more you cover up the truth of things; what supports hope also makes you collapse; ”

Cheng Yangxi put the parchment roll into the storage ring, folded his hands, and saluted: "Master Empty Cicada, I will go to the Ancient Buddha Temple in the future, and I will tell your sect disciples what happened to you, rest in peace!"

......

Cheng Yangxi absorbed energy all the way, and his cultivation increased at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

When he absorbed the twentieth strand of pure energy, he sat down.

The feeling that was out of reach before seems to be right in front of you!

After running the spiritual power in the meridians quickly for an hour, there was a "boom" in my mind.

Then, Cheng Yangxi felt as if his body had become gauze, and countless fine winds poured into his body from all directions!

In my mind, a white river suddenly appeared in the dark world!

In the river, you can see the stars!

When Cheng Yangxi's "sight" sank into one of the stars, he actually saw the process of a person growing up!

This is?

Cheng Yangxi secretly exclaimed, but immediately calmed down.

The avenue of reincarnation in Brother Leng's mouth?

With Brother Leng's voice and smile in mind, Cheng Yangxi opened his eyes and sighed secretly.

The huge reincarnation can't accommodate the little you.

Standing up, he walked to the other two coffins, absorbed the pure energy in them, took out the demigods in the coffins, erased the marks, put them in the dantian, and each bowed.

After doing this, Cheng Yangxi closed all the coffin lids and put the coffin into the storage ring.

What he didn't know was that above the Netherworld's head, a crack in the sky was cracking, growing bigger and bigger.

Countless rays of light shone through the chasm.

Underneath the chasm, countless netherworld people hugged each other, singing and dancing.

In the extreme distance of the tomb of the martial king of the Southern Wu Kingdom, a white-clothed swordsman with fluttering green silk looked up at the sky.

A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Lowering his head and looking in the direction of the Martial King Mound, a blood-colored light flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed swordsman.

After a while, two figures silently walked from a distance, one left and one right.

One of the two was a middle-aged man in golden armor with a long beard under his chin.

The middle-aged man held his head high, and there was a faint unattainable momentum in his bones.

The other was a boy of eleven or twelve.

There was a maturity on the little boy's face that was completely incomparable to his age.

On his arm, a small blood-colored snake was entangled, as if it had fallen asleep, motionless.

The three of them looked at each other and nodded.

The little boy suddenly slammed his palm on the ground, and the ground sank rapidly, and after a while, he saw a deep pit appear in front of him.

A coffin appeared in the hands of a middle-aged man and was placed in a deep pit.

The little boy sat inside.

The white-clothed swordsman slapped the little boy on the back with a palm!

With a muffled snort, a white phantom popped out of the little boy's body!

The blood-colored snake, which had been motionless, suddenly moved and crawled towards the white phantom.

The white virtual image was pulled by something, and quickly retracted into the body of the little white snake.

A bright light flashed in the little white snake's eyes, and it climbed down the little boy's arm, then climbed onto the white-clad swordsman and burrowed into his sleeve.

Only then did the white-clothed swordsman let go of the little boy, placed him in the coffin, and closed the lid.

The middle-aged man clasped his hands together, and the soil on both sides of the pit seemed to be squeezed, quickly converging on both sides to cover the coffin.

The white-clothed swordsman and the middle-aged man looked at each other and smiled, "It's time for us to play!"