When the red sun falls in the west, the end of the horizon is red, and there is a sense of vastness in the majesty.

The straw on the cart was removed, and Ye Xin lit a pile of firewood and leaned quietly on the dark coffin.

Two simple and unpretentious swords were put aside, and Ye Xin took out a yellowed lone book from his arms, on which could be the two ancient characters "Burial Sutra" that were vigorous and slightly dead.

"The mourner, the hidden, the angry. The qi of yin and yang is the wind, the clouds that rise and fall, the rain that falls, and the anger that walks in the middle of the earth......"

At the beginning, Ye Xin leaned on the wooden cart and said silently, "It turns out that the book of burial feng shui and the earth." ”

Ye Xin continued to flip through this, and for some reason, the pigment written in the material did not know how many years had passed, and it still exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

"The copper mountain collapses in the west, and the spirit bell responds to the east. Muhua is in the spring, millet buds are in the room, and the air is in the ground. Its line is also due to the situation of the place. Its gathering is also due to the ...... of the situation"

"After learning this, I can't be a god stick," Ye Xin smiled and shook his head.

"But it's just a good way to find a good burial place for Wu Lao and Brother Ge through this method."

Ye Xin continued to read with interest, and one after another information poured into his mind like a tide......

"This "Burial Sutra" can really be described as the creation of heaven and earth" Ye Xin's expression was solemn at the moment, and the first half recorded various mountains and rivers, the more he went back, the more frightened he was, and the front was described in words. And there is a picture on the back, as if warning future generations, through a simple carving, you can feel the strong demon, and in the third terrain, Ye Xin even used the Eye of the Extreme Dao to withstand the power of the demon.

"Is this a mountain? It's clearly a big tomb. Ye Xin's eyes showed fairy light, stared at it for a long time, and finally saw the whole picture of the third carving, and the vigorous strokes only outlined an eternal giant mountain. There are even a few lines under the picture that I don't know if it is a brief introduction or a warning: the place of burial immortals, this is a taboo, avoid it quickly, remember!

As you can see from the tone of the book above, this is not a joke.

After a long period of observation, Ye Xin's eyes were full of blood and tears, which was extremely terrifying. If ordinary people are under this erosion, I am afraid that their divine consciousness has collapsed and died.

Ye Xin closed his eyes, and thousands of primordial runes flowed in it, revealing a trace of immortal energy, and a preliminary fusion of light was faintly seen. After a long time, it was finally much better, but that feeling still made Ye Xin's heart palpitate, and he didn't dare to continue to look at the rest of the carvings.

"This ......" Ye Xin turned to the back, and actually recorded one spell after another, specifically dealing with the terrain or the evil things that are separated from heaven and earth.

The spell evolved in Ye Xin's mind.

The technique is close to the Tao!!

Ye Xin had already put away the mentality of looking casually, and studied carefully at the moment, not wanting to miss a word. The book completely appealed to its interest.

"Who wrote this scripture!" Ye Xin couldn't help but sigh as he closed the yellowed book.

"Do people really turn into evil things when they die!?"

Ye Xin had doubts, and the "Book of Burial" explained in detail various techniques to suppress demons.

All of a sudden!

A team of people and horses covered in black gas slowly came from the path more than ten zhang away from Ye Xin, and there was a strange red coffin of several zhang in the back. The surrounding environment was extremely cold, and the firelight in front of Ye Xin turned into a faint blue and white color, and there was no trace of temperature between the sparks jumping.

Ye Xin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his whole body tensed, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he had eaten a dead child, and said, "No, this will let me meet it!"

Looking at a team of centaurs with their feet dozens of inches off the ground, they gradually approached themselves.

"Yin Soldier Borrowing !!"

Ye Xin saw clearly a group of people, dressed in clothes that looked like those recorded in ancient books, holding broken weapons, with a rotten aura, almost passing in front of his eyes. The red coffin among the Yin soldiers was originally black, and now it seems. The outside was completely stained red by blood, and now it exuded a palpitating coercion, Ye Xin didn't dare to take a closer look, because there was a sense of divine consciousness annihilation under just one breath. Talismans were attached to the coffin, bound by thick iron chains, as if they were suppressing something.

"It shouldn't be a big deal, the Yin Soldier won't feel the living by borrowing the Dao. Ye Xin thought of the "Book of Burial" that he had studied not long ago.

As soon as Ye Xin finished speaking, a Yin soldier in front of him turned his head and smiled at Ye Xin fiercely, only in this moment, the Yin soldier was far away, and finally disappeared into the dark forest.

Ye Xin's hair stood on end, weird! Extremely weird!

The Yin soldier, who ordinary people had never seen in their lives, didn't want to be encountered by Ye Xin at this moment, and smiled hideously at himself.

"Could it be...... Related to this book!! "Ye Xin suddenly had this bold conjecture. Wu Lao once said that his ancestors also had a great reputation in the Heavenly Wilderness, and he thought that Wu Lao, who was drunk, said it casually, but Ye Xin didn't take it seriously. And now, this strange scene is really happening in front of my eyes, how not to shock myself.

Ye Xin opened the book and flipped through it, and suddenly stopped on a page, and said with a solemn face: "I'm afraid there is a great terror in that coffin, and it's not something I can refer to now." ”

"What can attract that big one out of the Extreme Yin Land! It's not easy!!" Ye Xin's expression grimaced. It is difficult to turn a demon into a demon for thousands of years, and at this moment, the desolation is becoming more and more mysterious, and it seems that it is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

When it was dawn, Ye Xin didn't sleep all night, and he saw a few Yin soldiers, although they were not as terrifying as the red coffin, they were still terrifying. I studied all night, and kept the spells recorded in the "Funeral Sutra" firmly in my mind, and the hideous smile of the Yin soldiers last night made people's hearts palpitate at this time.

"Practice some life-saving means first!" Ye Xin thought, like the things in the red coffin, they are all in the extreme cathode place, and they will never appear in ordinary areas, but yesterday they didn't know where to go.

"I'm afraid it's much more than that"

The sky is so desolate, and I don't know how much of that extreme cathode exists. Ye Xin took out the "Burial Sutra" for research, and at the same time evolved the evil magic method in the void.

"The yin and yang eyes on the funeral scriptures are somewhat similar to my current eyes. Ye Xin saw that the yin and yang eyes that could penetrate all the falsehoods were innate, but they were born, and they actually had a specific cultivation method, taking the yin to the eyes and salivating in the eyes, supplemented by the heart method of the "Funeral Sutra".

"This "Burial Sutra" is really mysterious, and it can actually make people have a supreme technique similar to the Leaping Dragon Realm"

Ye Xin said, there is no need to think about yin and yang now, and now his extreme path eye can barely replace the role of yin and yang eyes.

After entering the wilderness for thousands of miles, the avenue had disappeared, and Ye Xin had to abandon the cart, carrying two coffins on his back, and walking through one piece of terrain after another while holding the "Funeral Sutra" as evidence.

"Wolongyuan!"

Ye Xin walked to a canyon that stretched for an unknown length of time, shrouded in a heavy mist, and the auspicious sound of the beasts in it, like a fairyland. Holding the "Funeral Sutra" again and again, the cliff wall is like scales, the dragon head is high, if you look down from the air, through the eye of the pole, like a dragon wants to go to the sky.

"It's a pity that the dragon's head is obviously missing, and the divinity is suddenly lost" Ye Xin came to the end of the canyon and couldn't help but shake his head. In addition to this, the spiritual power here is more abundant, and you can see a large area of fertile land in it from a distance, and there is a lot of traffic, and chickens and dogs smell each other. Several powerful auras guarded the place.

"I think a lot of this is occupied. "The abundant spiritual power within it alone is enough to make several large tribes fight to the ground.

After carefully walking through a few dangerous places, an inconspicuous and even withered mountain appeared in front of Ye Xin's eyes.

Ye Xin gasped for breath, and used the Eye of the Extreme Dao for a long time to check the terrain and observe the "Funeral Sutra" is also a huge consumption of his mind and physical strength, Ye Xin ran the unique mental method of the "Funeral Sutra", looking at the mountain, and the unspeakable rui qi was steaming, and he was surrounded by four spirits.

Turning his head around, the four towering mountains that seemed ordinary in the wilderness were all under Ye Xin's eyes, and said: "The four little spirits are missing, the Vermilion Bird, the White Tiger, the Green Dragon, and the Xuanwu are guarding the Quartet, and they are guarding a mountain." The top of the mountain has a wide view, presumably Grandpa Wu and Lord Gecheng can enjoy the scenery. ”

Ye Xin grasped the "Funeral Sutra" that he had held for a whole day, took a look at the towering mountain, and began to climb the steep stone wall with his bare hands. The mountain straightened for thousands of feet, and Ye Xin clasped the raised stone with both hands, like two black coffins moving on the stone wall.

With the strength of Ye Xin's body at the moment, he has a huge force of 100,000 catties in one arm, and he can directly reach the top of the mountain with a single jump, but he is afraid of wearing out the coffin, so he carefully climbs step by step.

When night fell, standing on the top of this mountain, it was as if the moon was overhead, bright and hazy, and there was a mysterious aura shrouded in the whole wilderness. Everywhere the vast no-man's land stands quietly, eternal and eternal. Only the ruins covered with vines and moss have become a witness to that unknown history.

Ye Xin stood in front of the two mounds, looking depressed under the moonlight. Two years seems like a moment, but the scenes seem to be in front of you.

"Grandpa Wu, Brother Ge...... What is the purpose of the practice?"

"It's an immortal ......"

"Still invincible......"

"Monk, what are you cultivating?"

Witnessing the death of many people close to him, Ye Xin looked at the graves of the two, knowing that he couldn't get an answer, he still asked.

The old emperor of Chu took revenge, coveted what Ye Xin had on his body, and almost tortured Ye Xin to death, enduring the pain of ten thousand insects devouring the marrow every day. fell into a desperate situation, forcing Ye Xin to self-annihilation, nine deaths, and burial in the cemetery for half a year, this experience can be described as unforgettable. Since he was born, Ye Xin has never hated a person like this, and Chu Yu's betrayal still hurts his heart when he thinks about it now.

Ye Xin is now truly alone, and everything has been taken away. Even the Heavenly Forbidden Body is transplanted from his body, and the cultivation journey is even more severe, and it is difficult to continue.

In this way, Ye Xin sat in front of the two tombs all night, until the sun was born, and the sky was desolate.

"I'm leaving...... Grandpa Wu, Lord Katsura !!"

After speaking, Ye Xin bowed deeply to the two tombs, carried two simple long swords, and jumped down the mountain in the face of the early sun, step by step, and the figure gradually disappeared......

"But let me wait, it's finally here. This heavenly desolation is really the burial ground of the strongest, no wonder these tens of thousands of years of strong people dare not go deep" An old Taoist stood with his hands on his hands, a tall posture, and a loose Taoist robe stood on a towering mountain and looked at Ye Xin......

(By now, this first volume is nearing its end.) There are many shortcomings, but the best is just beginning. If you have any good comments and suggestions, please feel free to add 1826710030 and discuss them with me, haha! Although I know that few people have read it, I still want to thank you for your support. ）