From the words of the crying poor second elder, I gradually learned some about the past of the coffin.

It turned out that more than 100 years ago, when the Western powers opened the door of our country with guns, the society was in turmoil, and disagreements began to appear within the coffin. Some people believe that it is just the right opportunity to open the door to China, let Western capital and technology enter China, develop domestic capital, and intend to create another prosperous Tang Dynasty. On the other hand, some people believe that the West's invasion of China has no trend of peaceful development, and that if laissez-faire is allowed to do great harm to China's development, it will be difficult to maintain the status quo.

Between the two groups of people, a lot of conflicts broke out, causing constant disputes within the coffin door. The ten subordinate halls of the coffin door were scattered and scattered, each of which went its own way, and finally the contradictions were irreconcilable, and infighting broke out.

This infighting lasted from the early nineteenth century to the mid-twentieth century. During this period, Western capital continued to develop, and the road of aggression continued to spread all over the world, especially after the First World War and the Second World War, the original world pattern was completely broken, and the world rules were reintegrated; at the same time, the coffin gate lost its control over the global pattern, and local organizations in various places relied on local forces to rise one after another, becoming a mystical organization of various sizes and names; the ten halls of the coffin gate also fell apart in the internal strife, and the 24 roads under the hall were independent, and the 108 roads under each road were hidden into the people, and gradually formed the later ghosts, ghosts, snakes, and gods。

Although the owner of the coffin gate, Ghost Wood Daoren, tried his best to stabilize the situation, he was more than capable of doing so, and his control over the coffin door also lost his absolute power. The master of the ten halls was eyeing the position of the master of the door, and there was even an incident of fighting for the position of the master of the door. The Ghost Wood Daoist was also seriously injured in the incident, and he knew that he could no longer keep the position of the master of the door, and it was even more difficult to ensure the safety of many rare treasures in the coffin door, so he chose to abdicate and passed the position of the master of the door to a person who was both capable and committed to saving the coffin door.

After the Ghost Wood Daoist resigned as the master of the door, because he didn't trust anyone who was in the coffin door, and even the head of the Mixed Yuan Dao was not among his trust, he wanted to hide the magic weapon of the coffin door when he left. However, this idea was learned by the Mixed Yuan Daoist, who directly led people to find the Onimu Daoist, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides. The other people in the hall moved when they heard the wind and snatched the magic weapon one after another, causing many treasures to be lost. In addition, the people who robbed the treasures were mixed, and many treasures were even lost to the people. The two poor elders guessed that the Tianhuo copper furnace and the heaven-sealing gossip cage were most likely stolen by Liu Guzi and the imperial grandmother at that time.

In that battle, the Kiki Dao people were outnumbered and fled with injuries. But when he fled, he desperately took this Guiyuan claw with him. The Guiyuan claw is the supreme treasure of the coffin door, and it is the token of the owner of the coffin door. Its magic lies in its ability to destroy ghosts and kill gods, and its mana reaches the sky. Therefore, after the loss of the Guiyuan Claw, the Mixed Yuan Daoist searched everywhere for the whereabouts of the Ghost Wood Daoist and the Guiyuan Claw, and more than half a century has passed, and there has been no news.

Listening to the crying poor elders, I realized that these things in my hands were all coffin treasures, but I didn't know how to use them, and they were just scrap copper in my hands.

The two poor elders looked at these things, and also shook their heads, saying that they didn't know how to use them. Even inside the coffin door, most of these things are collected by the door owner, and ordinary people can already hear a name. As for how to use it and what it is for, not many people know about it.

The Crying Poor Elder put everything in my backpack. The poor old man looked at the three little bronze figures, and couldn't see any doorways, so he also put them in. They told me again and again that I must not tell anyone. I nodded in agreement.

In the next few days, the second elder of the crying poor has been instructing us on how to cultivate the broken shadow. As for the chaos ghost copy, Crying Lao said that this is only a copy version, and the copying method is extremely unprofessional, and it is impossible to judge whether it is the same as the original. If we cultivate blindly, it may have a bad impact on us, so we will put it away first, and then we will talk about it when we have the opportunity to confirm it later.

Because I have no foundation, it's very difficult to cultivate. Sister Du and Wei Fanghong seemed very relaxed, after all, breaking the shadow is the internal strength of cultivation, and if you have a foundation, you can get started quickly. The second elder who cried poor comforted me not to be anxious, saying that when laying the foundation, I should be patient and work steadily, and this will also be of great benefit to my cultivation in the future.

In a flash, it was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and in these days, under the guidance of the crying poor two elders, every time I practiced, I could feel a warm current swirling in my eyebrows, rushing left and right, and I wanted to break out of the body, but it was just a little bit. Although the crying poor two elders said not to worry, looking at their expectant looks, I always felt that I couldn't help but come up and separate a crack for me, and pull out my unopened heavenly eye.

Because this Broken Shadow is an internal skill spell that opens the eyes of the sky, and there is not much actual combat skill, so while I am cultivating the Broken Shadow, I am also secretly practicing Chaos Ghost Copy. The two poor men naturally knew it in their hearts, so no matter how much I begged them to teach me the spells of actual combat, they always said that everything should be done slowly, and there should be no hurry. But it didn't stop me from secretly cultivating Chaos Ghost Copy.

On this day, after I failed to break through the eye of heaven again, I sat at the table in annoyance, looking at the rice balls in the bowl, and had no appetite.

Wei Fanghong said: "What's wrong?"

"Failed again!"

Wei Fanghong said: "Nan Xing'er, you are still not satisfied." I have had a foundation with your Sister Du for so many years, and there is no sign of being able to open the eyes of heaven until now, you are about to break through, and you are not satisfied!"

"It's because I can't break through that I feel very lost. "I ate a glutinous rice ball, sticky, I can't eat it.

Sister Du ate slowly, didn't speak, and couldn't see any expression.

After barely finishing a bowl, I went back to the house to continue my cultivation. I don't believe it, I'm just a little bit away from opening the eyes of the sky, and I can't take this step!

After adjusting my mood, I slowly calmed down, walked the Broken Shadow Mental Method in my heart twice, and the little light in the center of my eyebrows appeared again. All my attention was on this one point of light. The point of light slowly swirled, like a huge whirlpool in the starry sky, swallowing everything around it. I immediately mobilized my whole body and threw myself into the whirlpool, trying to fill it up. The body is slowly hollowed out, and the feeling of fatigue appears again, is it another failure? No, if you persist a little longer, you may succeed immediately.

As if his heart was being pressed by a boulder, he couldn't breathe, and his forehead swelled violently. Suddenly, the fontanelle on the top of my head suddenly hurt like a pinprick in pain, and I shivered in pain, and a cold sweat broke out. Fortunately, I held back, and after this sting, the feeling of weakness disappeared in an instant, and a faint breath from the fontanelle penetrated my brain, and then flowed all over my body, extremely comfortable.

I secretly rejoiced in my heart, didn't the eye of heaven open successfully, but opened the fontanelle above my head? Can I absorb the aura between heaven and earth? God help me, with these aura falling from the sky, I can continue to merge them into my eyebrows, and use them to fill that bottomless whirlpool.

Thinking in his heart, that breath swirled around his body, slowly merged into his eyebrows, and rushed into the whirlpool. The vortex grew brighter and faster, and at last it became almost a giant disk.

Suddenly, the disc glowed brightly, exploded with a bang, and the golden light shone brightly, making me dizzy.

I shook my body a few times, and sat up straight in pain. The heavenly eye in the center of the eyebrows still hasn't opened, but the head slowly becomes hot, as if it has been poured into boiling water, boiling the brains and boiling.

Holding back the churning pain in my head, I hurriedly gathered my energy on the fontanelle, hoping to absorb spiritual power from the outside world to extinguish the heat in my head. Sure enough, everywhere in my mind, a trace of cool air flowed from the fontanelle, slowly lingering into my braincase, and with the accumulation of spiritual power, it slowly and automatically woven into a large net, enveloping my brain. It's still hot, but it doesn't seem to belong to me anymore, and I know it's hot, but I can't feel it. And with the influx of spiritual power at the fontanelle, the hot feeling slowly cooled down.

I let out a long sigh of relief and departed a portion of the aura and headed towards the center of my brow. But it was now empty, there was nothing, not even the first glimmer of light was gone. I was so frightened that I hurriedly looked around, but it was empty and I didn't find anything. What's the matter, if there is no point of light, how can you open the Heavenly Eye? This time, not only did you fail, but even the point of light that marked the opening of the Heavenly Eye was gone, so do you have to re-cultivate?

The auras that I had channeled over had turned around without finding their targets, and gradually became dim and disappeared into the void. I was in a hurry, how could I just give up like this, maybe I was afraid of the heat that burned my brain, and ran away to hide somewhere else, right?

I wanted to search all over my body, and that's when my brain clinked. The sound was not loud, but it shook me all over, and I immediately stood on the spot. Whether it is the perception in the mind or the real body, they are all unable to move, as if they have been immobilized by someone. At the same time, there was no more cool aura pouring in at the fontanelle, and the fiery heat in the brain heated up rapidly, and the brain was like being held by a big hand, rubbing it hard, and the brain was about to be squeezed into tofu slag.

I was shocked, where could I bear it if I went on like this? I struggled as hard as I could, trying to move my body, regain consciousness, and then withdraw from my cultivation. Or you can move the senses in your brain a little. But I lost control of my body and couldn't move anymore.

Looking at the tongue of fire that was rampaging in my brain and was about to break through the shackles, I was so anxious that I shouted: "Sister Du, save me! Master, save me!"

But I couldn't shout, I felt like I was standing in an empty universe, with no way to ask for help. I could only watch in horror as the tongue of fire hit the thin web of spiritual power again and again.

"Ding!"

With another crisp sound, the fire in the brain suddenly burst open, instantly flowing all over the body, every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone on the body was instantly engulfed by the fire, and it was scorching pitch black.

I lamented, "I'm dead!"