ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

Shenluo Mountain.

The highest mountain in the dark earth, the snow on the summit turned into a clear spring and flowed down the small stream on the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

In a majestic temple, a young man with an outstanding demeanor is enshrined, and if someone inadvertently intrudes, I am afraid that it is some unknown immortal.

The fiery red robe danced in the wind, making a fierce sound, and the black-haired and snow-skinned man stood quietly in front of the temple for a long time, and finally, a smile overflowed from his lips, "Jingyuan, it's been four hundred years." ”

The wind beat against his coat, blowing the strands of hair that fell down his cheeks, revealing a faceless face that was like a shock.

No one answered him, and the temple that had stood for a hundred years was still the same, in the wind and sun, enshrined in a stunning fairy.

Without continuing to stay in front of the temple, the red-robed man walked across the temple and walked towards the back mountain, until he stopped in the center of the mountainside, "Jing Yuan, you have never liked the sun, and even sleeping in such a secluded place, it is really easy to find." ”

The wind howled, but it strangely stopped in this place, there was clearly no barrier, but the slightest wind could not blow, as if there was some kind of enchantment invisibly, preventing all interference from the outside world.

The red-robed man raised a hand and gently pressed it on the ground under his feet, and suddenly, a large hole suddenly cracked in the calm mountain, revealing a huge sarcophagus inside.

The sarcophagus was not opened, but the figure of the person in the coffin was revealed in a red glow.

The red-robed man sighed, "Jing Yuan, your coffin is really a good thing, I have sold a coffin for a hundred years, and I am still ashamed to see you, I think you are more talented in selling coffins." ”

The man in the coffin was dressed in a purple robe, with a strange talisman on the neckline, the lines of his face were neat and handsome, and his facial features were almost impeccable.

His eyes were closed, without the slightest breath, and he was not just asleep like the red-robed man said.

One hand rests lightly on the abdomen, the white knuckles are slender, and they look a little pale because of the lack of sunlight all year round, while the other hand hangs down at the side, hidden in the cuffs of a purple shirt, and a percussion mark can be faintly seen.

The red-robed man walked a few steps and gently stroked the coffin, his expression showing a little nostalgia, but he lowered it in a blink of an eye, hooked his lips and shook his head helplessly.

"Look, you slept well, why do you have to wake up, it will take the master many days to seal you, and I have to earn a lot less silver taels." A sigh came out, with a pity on his face, "Continue to sleep, when you are asleep, you look more cute." ”

After finishing speaking, the red light that revealed the sarcophagus fell, and the cold coffin surface appeared in front of him again, the man didn't say much, his thin lips pursed slightly, and his hands formed a mark, like a huge net spread out, enclosing the entire sarcophagus, and slowly penetrating into the sarcophagus.

The mountains are silent, and occasionally a few birdsongs can be heard, but in the blink of an eye, they fly away.

Circles of light turned into star arrays and drilled into the sarcophagus, even the air was shaken by the pulses, the powerful aura almost cut through the space, and the surrounding plants and trees were uprooted one after another, bouncing out of the encirclement, but in the blink of an eye, the place centered on the man became a barren.

Three days, as long as three days, he can seal him for a hundred years.

Time is pressing, and there is no way to trap him for the rest of his life, even if it is a hundred years......

Even if it costs a lot.

At least in the past hundred years, he will not wake up, let alone find out, dust...... It's back.