A cold aura rose from his heart, his heartbeat was empty, and his blood seemed to be frozen by this strange frozen.

Yan Xing's spirit was tense to the extreme, the true qi in his body was running to the extreme, the "essence" in his lower abdomen and chest cavity became as hot as lava, and a rich purple brilliance appeared around him.

The next moment, his figure seemed to turn into a cloud, and he retreated as fast as he could, until he could not go further from the coffin.

"How could a corpse disappear into thin air?"

Could it be that there is a mechanism in the coffin? Yan Xing directly denied this possibility.

The coffin is only so big, it is impossible to have a secret compartment that can hide a corpse, not to mention that Zhu Yang will not be a mechanism in the coffin.

Where is the body?

He was furious in his heart, these things that happened were too weird, beyond common sense, and there were crises everywhere.

"Buzz"

Suddenly, a huge suction force occurred in the coffin, and the starlight in the sky was suddenly wiped clean, and the sky was pitch black, and the five fingers could not be seen.

The open coffin is like a black hole that can swallow everything.

The sky was like ink, the stars and the moon disappeared, as if plunged into eternal darkness, and this space was sucked into a dead silence.

The indescribable depression, the endless fear, the terrifying suffocation, as if many black mountains were pressed down from the top of the head and sank into the hearts of people.

Fortunately, Yan Xing was some distance away from the coffin, and he was saved from being sucked into the coffin by lying on the ground.

"I can't see anything...... What the hell is going on?" Yan Xing muttered to himself, his heart heavy, and he didn't know what was going on.

The coffin seemed to swallow the whole sky, the whole world was black, and the dark vision of the dragon was completely useless, and the terrifying vision was terrifying.

"Woo......"

The wind gusted, as if someone was blowing a worn-out flute, and the distant whining filled with a bleak and gloomy sound, and the mournful flute sounded like it was blowing for someone who had died.

"Brush"

After a while, the stars suddenly appeared from the illusion, and the soft light was like smoke and mist, giving people a sense of warmth in the darkness, slightly diluting the silence just now.

The scene around him gradually became clearer, and the coffin was like an abyss that could absorb everything, darker than the rest.

There were strange noises coming from the coffin, sometimes like nails scratching on a plank, sometimes a terrible wail, and the sound of running water.

"Could it be that it is pregnant with something?" Yan Xing was startled, he turned around and tried his best to get out of this place, but he was chilled to find that he couldn't get any farther away no matter what.

"Could it be that you are going to die here today?" Yan Xing was a little desperate, the contents of the coffin were definitely not something he could handle.

"Gurgling ......"

A viscous liquid as thick as ink spread from the ground in the dark, and a disgusting fishy smell came to his face, Yan Xing wrinkled his forehead, and his heart became even heavier.

Corpse water, as if it were endless corpse water.

How many rotting corpses must there be? Yan Xing was once again stunned by the ridiculous scene in front of him, could it be that the coffin contained thousands of corpses?

Great fear tormented Yan Xing's nerves all the time, there seemed to be a hollow eye staring at him in the darkness, but he couldn't find the source of that gaze anyway, the strange feeling was particularly unsettling.

He didn't give up the distance from the coffin, but no matter what he did, he could only watch the corpse water flood the ground below him, and what he looked down saw was the gray corpse liquid.

The next scene made Yan Xing, who was already at a loss, even more panicked.

As if under control, the corpse water began to surge rapidly, a large amount of black ash liquid gushed out from the darkness in the center, and flowed towards the sky in the distance in defiance of gravity, and walls of black water stood up around him, as if trying to surround him.

"No, you have to go out. Yan Xing's heart was furious, and he threw the spirit sword in his hand at the corpse liquid, and then followed closely behind the spirit sword, trying to leave in this way.

But the short distance was as far away as the end of the world, and no matter how fast the sword flew, it could not reach the corpse water.

"Why is this happening!" Yan Xing was unwilling.

The flying sword fell into the corpse fluid, without causing the slightest splash, and the mud cow disappeared like a sea, and the connection between Yan Xing and it was also broken.

There is no way to escape from this space!

The feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, and suddenly his heart jerked, as if he had fallen into the Nine Shadows Ice Cave, so that he felt that his back was paralyzed, and unprecedented palpitations hit.

"What person?" Yan Xing shuddered all over, and felt that a pair of eyes were looking at him from a distance.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Yan Xing turned his head stiffly.

In the pitch black, the coffin lay quietly not far away, a large amount of corpse fluid kept gushing out, and there was a figure standing next to the coffin.

Yan Xing's golden pupils instantly shrank into a line, he was shocked, his breathing stopped, and his primordial spirit trembled, and there was a sign of collapse!

It was like a black hole, pulling Yan Xing's gaze hard, his body seemed to be fixed, and his vision narrowed strangely and rapidly, until only that figure was left in his eyes!

The rotten and mutilated face, the withered body like a twig, stood motionless like a scarecrow in the corpse water, his head twisted at a strange angle, and looked at him.

A pair of eyes are emotionless, as black as ink, like two black holes that absorb all the light, staring directly at themselves.

Yan Xing's mind boomed, it was blank, his whole body was tense like a stone, and his heart fell into a trough like being filled with lead.

It wasn't an eye, it was a pair of deeply sunken holes!

The corpse in the coffin!

The next moment, Yan Xing instantly spit out a large piece of dragon breath in a hurry.

The flames lit up the corpse, and the corpse was lost again.

This is by no means the undead!

The undead is made of soul fire, it doesn't have it at all, it doesn't even have a little breath, it seems to be an ordinary corpse, Yan Xing can't feel its existence at all.

What the hell is it, and how can there be such a thing in this world?

Yan Xing had to calm down, it was useless to panic now, there were too many unknown dangers, and the slightest carelessness could kill him.

The only way to survive may be to solve the source of all this - corpses and coffins.

The flames can drive away most of the evil things, Yan Xing recalled the metaphysical theories of his previous life, and spit out dragon breath when he looked around and found the corpse liquid.

The crimson-gold flames burned into a single area, and the surrounding area was much brighter, and many things that he hadn't noticed just now were revealed.

Seeing the corpse liquid under him, Yan Xing's back was cold, and he was almost driven crazy.

There were large and small figures standing in the corpse water, old men with slenderness, children of four or five years old, young people of upright and prime of life......

They are made of corpse fluid, they have no facial features, and they can't see any details on their bodies at all, and the transparent corpse fluid slowly squirms, as if they have breath!

In the firelight, the refracted light was even more distorted and weird.

"Why did I come across such a thing?!"

A biting chill suddenly came from behind, and when he turned around, he found that the water curtain behind him was also full of black shadows, almost sticking to himself.

And the corpse tilted its head to look at itself in the dark shadows, its nightmarish face chilling.

"Roar!" a loud dragon groan.

Sizzle

Extreme fear caused him to erupt with unprecedented force, and with a blow he swung his tail towards the turn, and the air made an overwhelming tearing sound!

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Yan Xing successfully hit the corpse, but it didn't move.

As if hitting the unshakable Optimus Pillar, Yan Xing snorted in pain, the dragon's tail fell weakly, and the hard keel almost broke.

Yan Xing opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound at all, and it seemed to be a silent world around him, which was extremely weird.

The muscles on the corpse's face became distorted, and the corners of its mouth cracked to form a miserable smile, but not a drop of blood fell, and there was a pitch-black glow in the two pitch-black holes.

It seemed as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his head.

Without saying a word, he hurriedly used the cloud body method and kept wandering.

"My physical strength is far inferior to this ghost, and it is not pleasing to attack again. ”

"Then what should I do? sit back and wait to die?" Yan Xing kept thinking of a way.

The corpse disappeared, and Yan Xing wanted to rest a little, but who knew that at this time, the corpse appeared in front of him again.

Yan Xing sideways avoided it and almost collided, his psychology almost collapsed, what the hell is this, why did he find him!

Immediately, Yan Xing once again attracted his true qi and went straight to the Tongtian jade plate in the Dan Shell, wanting to call for help from the Tongtian Sect Master.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the corpse waved its hand, and it seemed to grasp something in its dark hands!

Yan Xing's body was suddenly stunned, and all the true qi in his body was stagnant!

His face turned pale suddenly, this treacherous corpse could still detain the true qi in his body!

I can't leave this space, I can't defeat the corpse, my spiritual power is imprisoned, I can't even use the cloud body method, and my body is far inferior to the other party.

Yan Xing's face showed despair, he had almost reached the end of his rope.

He roared unwillingly in his heart, but the weirdness did not dissipate in the slightest.

At the critical moment, Yan Xing suddenly remembered something, but he shook his head, thinking that what he was thinking was too ridiculous.

In the dark space, the corpse did not reappear, but he did not dare to relax at all, as time passed, the uneasiness became more and more intense, and it seemed that something ominous was about to happen to him!

If you don't do anything, it's hard to know what will happen.

Yan Xing's heart was horizontal, so he simply became a dead horse doctor!

Thinking back to the vague memories of my previous life, I looked for some things that I had memorized.

In his previous life, he was a scholar! He was well-read and had studied Zhou Yi and various Taoist thaumaturgy.

This kind of ghost that can't be guessed by common sense may be solved in a fantasy way!

Although he only understands the skin of Qimen Dunjia, Hetu Luoshu, Jiuxing Feibo, and Dragon Hunting Point, this does not affect him to copy the 'spell'!

(To be continued...... ）