Unbeknownst to everyone, there was a young man lying in the coffin of the gods, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. While they were fighting for the ownership of the divine coffin, in the sea of young people's souls, a surprising scene was quietly staged.

When the coffin collided violently with the Falling Demon Cliff, thousands of waves were set off in the sea of the young man's soul, and the violent fluctuations prompted the young man's soul to quickly awaken.

"This ...... Where is this?" In the sea of souls, the young man's soul looked around in confusion.

"Did you escape?" the boy couldn't believe it.

Maybe it was too long, maybe it was too hard, and every second made him live like years. His soul struggled day and night in karmic fire, and he had been refining his soul with karmic fire for countless years. At this moment, the comfort of this soul returning to the Divine Soul Sea made the young man not dare to believe it.

"Sacrifice to the spirit, sacrifice to the spirit, you come out. The boy shouted excitedly, desperate to confirm that all this was true, that he had really escaped from prison.

"That's right, Shepherd Boy Feather. Your soul has returned to your body, and you will wake up when your body is fully revived!"

An ancient and majestic voice resounded through the sea of the young man's soul.

"Did we succeed?" asked the young man eagerly, pointing.

"It's successful, you inherit the inheritance of the Human Emperor. Now, you are the inheritor of the Emperor of Men. But it's not perfect, and when your body is revived, everything will be clear when you wake up. ”

The priest didn't seem to want to say more, and fell silent.

"Yes"

The young man's soul floated lightly on the sea of divine souls, lying comfortably. He didn't care about the imperfections of the priest's words, and he didn't understand it. How many years have passed, the boy can't remember what kind of torment it was, and the boy didn't want to reminisce about it.

Now, he just wants to quietly enjoy the comfort he has always dreamed of, the comfort of returning to his mother's body. Before the teenager could experience it carefully, a deep tiredness struck. He was so tired that he hadn't rested for years, he couldn't remember. At this moment, the young man no longer arrived in Hangzhou, and he was unwilling to resist, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

......

"Princess Manrou, you have to think twice, do you think that you can resist the encirclement of us alone?" Gu Yuxuan saw that Wu Manrou wanted to start a war, and was afraid of his heaven-given secret technique, so he hurriedly spoke out to persuade him.

"Princess Manrou, if you insist on going your own way, you will fall here today. And your ancestral witch tribe will also lose a day of talent, which is more important, you have to think clearly. The Celestial Wolf radical also spoke.

Rumble!

Wu Manrou raised her mace and smashed it on the bluestone, making a violent roar. The petite body was disproportionate to the hideous mace, but there was not the slightest sense of comicality, and there was only a chill that made the back go straight to the spine.

"Even if I, Wu Manrou, are in the Fallen Demon Cliff, how many people can survive?" Wu Manrou's voice was soft, but extremely powerful.

"Princess Manrou is overconfident, she is conceited. Do you really think that you can compete with us?" The Heavenly Wolf Tribe glanced at Wu Manrou coldly, and then the Heavenly Wolf Tribe was ready to make a move.

"Wolf Without a Trace, do you think my son is not enough to compete with you and others, what about the radical?" A majestic voice exploded. With a whooshing sound, one after another burly men flashed and came to Wu Manrou's side in an instant.

"Witch War?" Wolf Traceless' eyes shrank suddenly.

"Father!" Wu Manrou saluted to the man with a face of the national character, his beard was like rolling steel, and he was imposing.

"Rou'er, let it go! For the sake of my father, I want to see who dares to be presumptuous?" Wu Zhan spoke extremely heroically, and his words were even more direct.

"Rou'er knows. Wu Manrou tapped the head of the mantis and said that she understood. A pair of beautiful eyes looked around, carrying the power of witch warfare, and said: "You are all the heads or cores of various clans, and they have condensed a lot of luck and merit of Er and other tribes. Today, if I want Wu Manrou to fall, I wonder if your luck and merit will be exhausted? If your luck and merit are lost, how miserable will the end of the tribe be? Can you imagine?" The faint words hit the hearts of the people, so that the Heavenly Wolf Sect and the others did not dare to move lightly.

Although, fighting alone, there are not a few who can win Wu Manrou. The siege made Wu Manrou fall, and it was even easier. However, there is no one who can avoid Wu Manrou's heavenly secret art. As Wu Manrou said, they have condensed a lot of luck and merit of the tribe. The body is small, and there is no shortage of talents in any tribe. However, the loss of luck and merit is great, and if a tribe does not have luck and merit to protect it, it will surely decay and the whole clan will be wiped out! Now, there is a witch war leading the ancestral witch tribe to watch from the sidelines, and it is unknown whether it can kill Wu Manrou.

Therefore, everyone did not dare to fight.

"Hehe, Princess Manrou, you can take the ancient coffin with you. But it doesn't mean that it already belongs to you, I hope Princess Manrou will take good care of it. The leader of the Celestial Wolf led his clan to ride the giant wolf and turned away, and a word that seemed to be an admonition but more like a warning came from afar.

"The leader of the Heavenly Wolf, Man Rou will definitely keep the ancient coffin, and you won't bother with it. Wu Manrou stared at the people of the Heavenly Wolf Department who were quickly moving away, and retorted sarcastically.

"Haha, congratulations to Princess Manrou for overwhelming all the clans and capturing the ancient coffin. When he had the opportunity, Gu Yuxuan went to visit the princess again and said goodbye. Gu Yuxuan laughed loudly, and without waiting for Wu Manrou to reply, he took the Gu clan people and left quickly.

The other tribes saw that the Heavenly Wolf tribe and the Gu clan were leaving, and the governor could not do anything, so they also left one after another. In a moment, the Demon Cliff was deserted again, and only Wu Manrou and the Wu Clan were left.

After everyone left, Wu Manrou did not stay in the Falling Demon Cliff for a long time, and followed Wu Zhan and the others to quickly leave the Falling Demon Cliff and rush to the Ancestral Witch Tribe. She wants to unlock the secret of the ancient coffin, and Wu Manrou is convinced that the ancient coffin contains a solution to her situation. Otherwise, why did she descend from heaven as soon as she prayed? She was sure that this was her chance, the answer given to her by the ancient gods!

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In the center of the Zuwu tribe, there is a huge city called Zuwu City. It stretches for thousands of miles, the walls are hundreds of meters high, and the majestic walls stretch like a giant dragon, which is inexhaustible at a glance. In the center of the city lies a huge temple complex, covering an area of hundreds of miles, the whole body is made of extremely hard black and purple stones, and there is a shrine hall in the northeast corner of the temple group.

The witch hall was waiting in the living room, and Wu Zhan led the elders of the witch clan to look forward to it.

Deep inside the temple.

Wu Manrou placed the ancient coffin in a practice room that was dozens of meters longitudinal and horizontal, took out the classics of the tribe's secret collection, corresponded to the ancient coffin in pairs, and studied it carefully. The more she studied, the more frightened Wu Manrou became. This ancient coffin is indeed a divine coffin, and it is not an ordinary divine coffin, it is an ancient coffin that has undergone the blood sacrifice of ten thousand spirits!

This can't help but remind Wu Manrou of a rumor:

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, Xingbu Dao, the young master shepherd boy was born and channeled. The talent is shocking, and the young man has the imperial capital!

One day, a strange fall!

A generation of Tianjiao, the star master of Xingbu Dao, Xin Xin pities his son, wants to rebel against life and death, and rekindle his vitality. Take the eternal life god wood to cast the god coffin, slaughter the world, bury all souls, sacrifice the god coffin with blood, and suppress luck and fate with the altar of heaven!

If you want to ascend to eternity, revive it!

"This ...... Could this be the coffin of the shepherd boy Yu?" Wu Manrou was shocked.

The coffin of the gods can only protect the immortality of the gods, and has no resurrection power. Therefore, there is no luck or merit. However, this divine coffin is shocking, and the light of merit is dazzling. Maybe others can't notice it, but all this is so conspicuous in Wu Manrou's eyes. Purple luck and golden merit tightly wrap the coffin of the gods and bless it. It is conceivable that there must be people who worship the owner of the god's coffin day and night, and there are many of them, otherwise, it is impossible to gather such luck and merit.

"It seems that it is the shepherd boy Yu, could it be that the star lord's act against the sky has become?" Wu Manrou was shocked.

For the ancient coffin of the gods in front of her, Wu Manrou became more and more eager to open it. At this moment, Wu Manrou is not only for her own answers, but also driven by the desire to explore the mysteries of the ages.

"Cut!"

A gray beam of light shot out from Wu Man's soft eyes, piercing into the coffin of the gods. As the gray beam of light penetrated the divine coffin, the infinite purple qi that was wrapped around it quickly melted and decreased like snow meeting fire.

About half a cup of tea, the luck on the coffin of the gods was gone.

Wu Manrou's forehead was slightly sweaty, and her panting voice gradually became heavier, all indicating that the consumption of this heaven-given secret technique was extremely high. Wu Manrou did not continue, but sat down cross-legged on a futon and quietly breathed for about half a day.

"Slash!"

Wu Manrou suddenly opened her eyes, and with a coquettish sound, a pitch-black beam of light shot out from Wu Manrou's beautiful eyes, penetrating the coffin of the gods. As the pitch-black beam of light penetrated the god's coffin, dazzling golden merit was entwined on it, like a silver moon devoured by a tengu, and the golden merit light quickly dimmed.

It seems that it is more difficult to cut the merits, and it takes about a cup of tea to completely cut off the merits on the coffin of the gods.

At this moment, Wu Manrou's forehead was sweating like a stream, and all her leopard print clothes and pants seemed to be soaked with sweat. Her beautiful cheeks were pale, almost collapsed, and her whole body seemed to be unable to support it, and she held the coffin of the god with both hands, panting heavily.

"It's finally good!" Although Wu Manrou was extremely tired, her beautiful eyes were shining.

Although Wu Manrou was in a hurry, she did not immediately open the coffin of the gods. Because, in case of an accident, she can't resist this state at all. So she went back to the futon again and quietly breathed.

Half a day passed, and Wu Manrou finished pranayama. Her stomach seemed to be hungry, but Wu Manrou ignored it. She took out the mace and smashed it on the spirit coffin, and a wave of ingenuity followed the mace into the spirit coffin, ejecting nine god coffin nails, but the god coffin was not damaged at all!

Then, a stick smashed on the side of the coffin lid.

Wow!

I don't know how many years the coffin of the gods has not been opened, but under the smash of Wu Manrou, it slowly slid open. Wu Manrou's beautiful eyes stared at the slowly sliding coffin of the gods, holding the mace in one hand, and she was on guard.

Quiet!

The only sound in the hall was the sliding of coffin lids and coffins, and beyond that, there was an eerie silence.

Wu Manrou clenched the mace's palm, dripping with fine sweat. This silent silence was extremely stressful for her. However, until the coffin was completely opened, nothing out of the ordinary happened.

"Whew!"

Wu Manrou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and only a few tens of seconds of silence made her feel as if she had collapsed.

One-step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

Wu Manrou walked towards the divine coffin step by step, her movements soft and slow. Getting closer and closer, Wu Manrou felt that her heart was beating very fast, as if she was about to jump out of her chest.

Closer, closer.

Wu Manrou's delicate hands were drenched with a layer of fine sweat, and it seemed a little slippery to hold the mace, Wu Manrou couldn't help but tighten the mace in her hand.

One step out suddenly, and the scene inside the coffin of the god was clearly displayed in front of him.

"This ...... Is that really the case?"

When Wu Manrou walked to the coffin of the god and put her eyes into the coffin, what appeared in front of her was such a picture. There is no monstrous divine power in the coffin of the gods, and there are no heavenly soldiers or Taoist weapons. Some are just teenagers who seem to be asleep.