The people on the ground looked at Linglong in a daze, this woman's strength, even if they joined forces, they might not be able to get rid of it, so they could only watch Linglong burrow the jade goddess into the storage bag.

The two old men saw Linglong receiving the jade goddess scroll, and the ancient well-like pupils were not shocked, and they didn't look at Linglong, standing in place as serene as an old monk meditating.

This jade goddess scroll should be the treasure of the coffin, and with its collection, the lid of the crystal coffin was also lifted by a powerful force at this moment, and colorful light shot from the coffin to the void.

"Colorful Aya!"

"Lock the Spirit Flag!"

"Wind Bead!"

"Crane Needle!"

......

One by one, the heaven and earth spirit weapons shouted out from the mouths of those cultivators, and every shout made their voices tremble, and the allure of these spiritual weapons made their eyes widen.

As long as they get one of these spiritual weapons, their family can be upgraded to a higher level because of this, and they themselves can also become the proud son or daughter of the sky in the eyes of others.

"Rush, ......"

"Rob ......"

"Kill......"

......

With the birth of these spiritual weapons, before the tomb of the Martial King, the figure flickered, the palm waved, and a big melee began.

The figure of the feather butterfly, bearing the brunt, shot towards the red silk that released the colorful light, according to the judgment of the feather butterfly, the power of this colorful silk will not be lower than the jade goddess scroll.

The figures of Princess Qianle and Lingxi rushed towards the crane needle that flew like a crane.

"Sister, I like this crane needle, even if you can't make a weapon, it's still quite fashionable to use it as a headdress, so you can't grab it from me. ”

The person was still in mid-air, and Ling Xi began to play tricks and began to talk to Princess Qianle about the conditions.

"Giggles, crazy girl, I like this crane needle too, so, I'm sorry, I can't get you to cry my nose. ”

Princess Qianle didn't eat Lingxi's set, but deliberately teased her.

"Shameless!"

Ling Xi took a sip at Princess Qianle, turned around in the void, and grabbed another spiritual weapon, the timing did not wait for anyone, and he couldn't get the treasure he wanted, so Ling Xi could only grab a treasure in his hand, and when the time came, he would say that there might not be someone bartering and getting his favorite spiritual weapon.

Watching those cultivators frantically snatching spiritual weapons, Xiao Yaolang quickly came to the coffin, took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and then looked into the coffin.

Shout!

A ray of light flew out, and before Xiaoyao Lang could react, a strange force rolled his figure, an upside-down onion, and Xiaoyaolang's figure fell into the coffin.

In the coffin, the yin and evil qi was so thick that it could not be dissolved, so that the five fingers could not be reached in the entire coffin, and every breath of Xiao Yaolang felt the oppression of the power of Qianjun as if he was in the water thousands of meters below.

"No, I'll die in someone else's coffin......"

The powerful pressure enveloped Xiaoyao Lang like a tide, and fell into the depths of darkness.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yaolang's consciousness began to blur, then became blank, and finally completely lost in the past.

Sou!

Suddenly, a crack appeared on the forehead of the young man, under the flesh and skin between his eyes, and in the gap, a sun and moon mark flashed a colorful light.

Sou!

A colorful bead shot out from the sun and moon mark, and a colorful light suddenly wrapped Xiaoyaolang's body, and after the colorful light disappeared, Xiaoyaolang's body also disappeared without a trace.

A certain time.

A certain space.

This is a very strange space, there is no concept of time, only heaven and earth, only the sun and the moon, and the endless Milky Way stars.

In the space, there is a figure suspended, the figure of Xiaoyaolang.

I don't know how long it took, Xiaoyaolang's figure moved slightly, and in his mind, a kind of déjà vu original soul induction appeared.

It was this kind of original soul induction with a familiar taste that made Xiao Yaolang slowly wake up.

Moving his eyebrows slightly, Xiaoyaolang finally opened his eyes slowly, and around him, there was an ethereal space, as if on the ground, and as if in the sky, a warm message and feeling wrapped around Xiaoyaolang's body, as if each of his cells could breathe together, constituting a wonderful inner world.

"A hundred generations of regeneration, not for immortality!

Thousands of generations of reincarnation, only for the original intention!

Flowers bloom on the other side, immortal myth!

The Nine Realms are sealed, and heaven and earth are fighting for hegemony!"

I don't know where a voice came from, this voice seemed to be very close, and it seemed to be far away, but it had the peace, generosity and detachment of the sound of heaven.

Twisting his head, a force was transmitted from Xiao Yaolang's arm, and his palm slapped against the sky, and the whole figure fell to the ground.

Raising his head, Xiao Yaolang looked at the place where the voice came from, and said loudly: "Who are you? Where am I? Didn't I fall into the coffin? Why are I here?"

"Xiaoyaolang, you woke up, in fact, your name should be Xiaoyao Changsheng, of course, you have used the name Xiaoyaolang for more than ten years, and you can't change your mouth all of a sudden, you can also call yourself Xiaoyaolang, so I can also call you Ah Lang, why are you here now, because you have returned to the place where you should come back!"

The voice continued, still hearing only the sound and not seeing the figure.

Struggling to get to his feet, Xiao Yao Changsheng ran towards the place where the sound came from.

After just running a few steps, the voice continued to say: "Ah Lang, don't run, I'm right in front of you, this is a Heavenly Tomb Forbidden Realm, it can be as big as Sumeru or as small as dust." ”

"You...... Are you human...... Or a ghost?"

Xiaoyaolang sat on the ground with a fart* strand, his scalp was numb for a while, and the hairs on his body stood up, could it be that he had arrived at the ghost gate?

The last time I was in the Heavenly Tomb, I was scared to die or live, and this time I was scared in the Heavenly Tomb and lost my soul, is this Immortal Immortal destined to commit the Heavenly Tomb?

"What are you? Ah Lang, are you still afraid of ghosts even if you die?"

The voice chuckled, and finally made Xiao Yao Changsheng clearly feel that it was a woman's voice.

Shout!

In front of the carefree immortal, a dazzling brilliance suddenly bloomed, and a bead shimmering with colorful tears slowly emerged.

The void in front of the immortal suddenly changed, and I saw a crack appear on the colorful teardrops, and then a colorful light was released.

When the colorful light disappeared, a delicate and small figure was suspended in front of the free immortal, and the colorful teardrop hovered above the head of the delicate and small figure.

A strange fragrance, like a goddess scattering flowers from the sky, and like the earth gushing golden lotus from the ground, this wonderful fragrance, so that this space seems to be full of flowers, thousands of flowers competing for beauty.

In the void, there are countless petal phantoms flying, these petal phantoms are the petal phantoms of all kinds of strange flowers, and each petal phantom has a trace of strange brilliance.

This strange fragrance actually diffused from the illusory body of that small figure, and those petal phantoms were also condensed from that small figure.

What appeared in front of Xiaoyao Changsheng turned out to be a small pocket man with a bit of illusory colors that was only the size of a baby, and this pocket little man was still a girl.

This girl has the charm of a mature woman, with a green silk hanging down to her delicate buttocks, fluttering in the wind, as if she is about to soar in the air, and a wisp of cyan fragrance is intoxicating.

On the moon-white dress, the moonlight-like brilliance flows, and the charming and small body wrapped in the white robe has the lightness of white jade, the agility of white clouds, and the ethereal spirit of white lotus......

That face is a kind of beauty that cannot be expressed in words, so beautiful that it is jealous, so beautiful that it is heartbreaking, especially the pair of eyes that are like black gems sinking in a deep pool, whether it is a low eyebrow or a retrospective glance, it will reveal a peerless elegance that no one can stop.

This pocket beauty, as beautiful as a little fairy.

At this moment, all the sun, moon and stars are overshadowed!

Seeing a fairy-like pocket beauty appear in front of him, Xiao Yao Changsheng couldn't bend his tongue and said, "You...... Who are you, where did you come from, what are you going to do?"

"Well, of course it came from there!"

The pocket beauty pointed to the colorful beads above her head, and her eyes were full of brutality, and it seemed that this little beauty was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"What, you said you came out of that bead?"

The voice of the free immortal is worse than meeting a ghost, a little beauty who comes out of the beads, not a goblin.

"Why, Ah Lang, it seems that you are very dissatisfied with my appearance!"

The pocket beauty giggled and screamed one by one, as if they had known each other for countless years.

"You...... Why are you like this? Tell me, did you do all this?"

With his mind flickering, Xiao Yao Changsheng looked at the little girl thoughtfully, as if he had found the answer to the mystery about his body.

From the moment he was born, Xiaoyao Changsheng's body was half red and half black, and he was still a little demon in the eyes of others, fed up with other people's great compassion and heartwarming feet.

The pocket beauty ignored the shouting of the free immortal, and smiled slightly, "Ah Lang, have you heard of 'Sun and Moon Tears'?"

"You say this is the legendary sun-moon-tears as magical as heaven, earth, and heart?"

The three words of the heart of heaven and earth and the tears of the sun and the moon made Xiaoyao Changsheng drag out his voice, and he couldn't believe that it was true at all.

Regarding the heart of heaven and earth and the tears of the sun and the moon, the people of the Origin Realm, whether they were ordinary people or cultivators, had heard those enduring stories between legends and myths.