Zhou Yan's gaze stared at the young man's still trembling, closed eyes.

Suddenly, he found that he and the young man seemed to be very close, and this closeness was not only the physical distance, but also the spiritual distance.

Zhou Yan felt that his heart was about to jump out, to fly away, and to pour into the heart of this young man in the crystal coffin.

He felt like he was going to be devoured by this corpse all of a sudden, and he was going to be wiped out.

There has never been a time when I feel so close to death.

When this feeling arose, Zhou Yan's whole body was cold.

His heart seemed to be bound by an inexplicable force, completely suffocated, shrouded and shackled by the breath of dead silence.

This is not about facing a strong enemy, but about having no enemy at all.

It's like suddenly realizing that the day of death has really come, and when such a feeling comes, Zhou Yan can't resist.

A feeling of resignation hit his heart, Zhou Yan suddenly gave up resistance, and all the obsessions in his heart that he couldn't let go of were let go.

"Perhaps, in this life, this is the end of it...... Although many secrets have not been solved, although many promises are destined to be unfulfilled, although it is impossible to erect a tombstone for Master Li Ran on Earth and take care of the master's family, although there is no way to save Gu Xi......

But now, this life has come to an end.

It turns out that this Ten Thousand Ghost Sword Shrine is my Zhou Yan's destination.

In my previous life, I died nine times in my life, and it seemed that I had escaped from a wisp of ghost, and I finally lived out of this life, but I didn't want to, but now I want to be buried here in vain. ”

"In my previous life, did I die here and be buried here?"

"Today, it's still buried here, it's ...... Maybe it also ended all the knots between the previous life and this life......"

Zhou Yan couldn't resist, and didn't even know how to resist, because the feeling of silence and death had reached the extreme.

There is no killing power, only a gloomy heart before death.

Bleak, the future bleak.

Or rather, there is no future.

The road ahead is broken here.

The wind is bleak, and the whimpering is like a ghost crying.

There was a gloomy wind between heaven and earth, cold and cold.

The gravity is so huge that it's overwhelming.

Zhou Yan's hand clinged to the crystal coffin, pushing the crystal coffin away little by little.

However, at this moment, a scorching wind blew over, blowing Zhou Yan's soul armor robe, making it flutter.

Zhou Yan's long hair band, which was tied up, suddenly shattered, and the long black hair suddenly flew up, blocking his vision.

Through the dancing black hair, Zhou Yan could no longer see the people in the crystal coffin so clearly.

It was also at this time that the crystal coffin was suddenly blown by the warm wind, and the crystal coffin, which was originally incomparably bright and crystalline, suddenly dimmed at this time.

It is like being eaten by insects, and it becomes full of holes.

Among them, the handsome young man is also getting old a little bit and drying up a little bit.

At a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Click-"

This young man, in an instant, decayed into a human skin, like a human skin shedding.

Zhou Yan vaguely saw this scene, and the suffocation in his heart suddenly loosened a lot.

He seemed to regain control of his body, and the feeling that his heart was about to jump out was gone.

Zhou Yan subconsciously reached out and stroked the black hair flying in front of him, but suddenly found that there was a person standing in front of him, an old man wearing an ancient black 'shroud'.

This sudden appearance of the figure made Zhou Yan feel startled, and he almost instinctively took a few steps back, and his face was a little surprised.

"It's gone, it's all gone. ”

"Rotten, ruined......"

The old man was like a madman, crazy and muttering to himself, but there was a powerful death breath in his body.

This dead breath is shocking and unsettling.

"Old Man's ......"

Zhou Yan restrained the inexplicable chill in his heart and said hello.

The old man didn't look at Zhou Yan, but just looked at the hollowed-out grave with a dull gaze, looked at the crystal coffin in the tomb, and continued to mumble to himself.

He faced Zhou Yan, but the Heavenly Sacrifice Ancient City, the Heavenly Mandate Tea Tree, and those Yin Spirit Fierce Spirits that were about to descend before were all invisibly shaken open, and no evil things could enter here.

But he didn't notice it, and still muttered to himself, as if he was crying, and as if he was laughing.

Zhou Yan instinctively took a few steps back.

"Rotten, broken, then all dead, all dead, all dead......"

"Dead ......"

"Dead ......"

The old man's words were extremely terrifying, making Zhou Yan almost gasp.

At this moment, the old man reached out and stroked the crystal coffin, as if he was touching the most precious thing.

"I won't let you decay anymore, I want to make heaven and earth eternal, and turn back time......"

The old man said, and he patted the crystal coffin gently.

It's very light.

But this terrifying space suddenly shook violently.

"Boom-"

Heaven and earth exploded, this terrifying space was actually shattered, and the endless terrifying sword qi, like a god bursting out with a peerless killing machine, suddenly went berserk.

The sword qi in the sky, each sword qi, was ten million times more powerful than the sword qi of the Lonely Mystic One that he encountered when he entered the Ten Thousand Ghost Sword Shrine.

This is an irresistible sword aura.

As soon as this sword qi came out, Zhou Yan was like falling into an ice cave.

The hairs on his body exploded directly, as if he had been suppressed by the gods, and the incomparably terrible pressure of death came directly from him.

This is a truly peerless killing machine, which cannot be resisted and cannot be resisted.

"Poof—"

Zhou Yan burst out with a peerless ability, turned into the strongest blow, and defended with a soul armor, but it was still not enough to resist a trace of sword qi, and he was almost shattered by a sword qi.

He was bleeding all over, and he was close to death.

And this kind of sword qi is overwhelming, dense, and everywhere in heaven and earth.

"Whoa—"

Suddenly, inside the tomb, a warm energy swept in, suddenly rolling Zhou Yan's body into a dark space, avoiding this murderous opportunity.

......

I don't know how long time passed, Zhou Yan slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a very dark space, the space was like a huge cave, filled with yin energy.

In the air, there was a terrifying bloody aura, and there was a terrifying remnant of sword qi.

The space was silent, cold.

With Zhou Yan's physique, he still felt a chill to the bone.

"Thank you...... The life-saving grace of the seniors. ”

Zhou Yan said softly.

As soon as he spoke, he coughed uncontrollably, and a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out of his mouth like a spring.

His voice echoed in the cave, and his cough echoed in the cave, but no one answered.

All around, there was still dead silence.

The crazy old man in the shroud has disappeared, along with the disappeared crystal coffin.

Zhou Yan looked up and could see a tomb-like hole above, a place he was somewhat familiar with, it was a lonely grave he had opened earlier.

There was nothing left of the tomb except a fragment of a broken monument standing there.

Zhou Yan climbed up from the cliff of the cave and saw the lonely tomb again, but here, it had become a ruin.

Only one broken monument remains, but the handwriting and imprint on it are gone.

Zhou Yan looked in all directions, what was once a lonely grave place has now become the ruins of Xiao Suo. The shadow of the ancient city of worshipping the sky, the shadow of the eight-carrying sedan chair, the shadow of the heavenly mandate tea tree, etc., were all destroyed and disappeared by the sword qi.

Zhou Yan kept coughing up blood, and after watching the Quartet, he sighed, picked up the broken tablet, and entered the underground cave again.

On the broken stele, wisps of faint sword qi appeared, which seemed to be the residual energy behind the sword qi in the sky.

Zhou Yan held this broken monument in his arms and walked forward step by step in this cave.

This piece of heaven and earth has a gravity of nearly 10,000 times at the very least, so the difficulty of any ability is increased by nearly 10,000 times. Even the simple technique of nirvana, which is difficult to perform, let alone the technique of immortal rebirth?

Zhou Yan could only rely on his own strong recovery force to automatically recover from his injuries.

The cave was very dark, and there was dark yellow water on the ground, and the water was cloudy, like the water of a corpse after it had decomposed.

The only difference is that there is no peculiar smell in this cave, even if the corpse water on the ground is like a river, there is no **], foul smell.

Zhou Yan tried his best to avoid these corpses all the way, and along the way, he also saw many broken holes appearing above his head, like a well.

But at every opening, there must be a mountain of corpses.

Many genius monks, and even some of the mysteries, died.

Their bodies were penetrated by ten thousand sword qi, and even their souls couldn't struggle to death.

After they died, their spirit and soul were empty, even if the corpses were still piled up there, there was no essence and soul.

Zhou Yan has struggled all the way, and he has forgotten how far he has walked and how many 'corpse mountains' he has passed.

After a long journey, there was a ray of dawn again, and in the distance, there seemed to be more corpses piling up.

But among these corpses, Zhou Yan found for the first time a monk who had not yet died.

Although the monk was not dead, he was also in tatters, and his flesh was blurred, and there was not a single intact place to be seen in his body.

His soul armor was also shattered and scattered, and he was already dying.

As Zhou Yan walked over step by step, the monk stretched out his hand, which had no flesh but only a miserable white bone, trembling and trying to get a little help—perhaps, he actually knew that there was no hope of living, but just like grasping a life-saving straw, he just instinctively did so.

Zhou Yan originally wanted to directly attack and kill this monk, but after all, because of the influence of the previous lonely tomb, he had no killing intent for the time being.

He walked over, and an instinctive sense of crisis suddenly rose again in his heart.

His heart moved, silently, and he didn't show anything abnormal.

In the body that had just recovered some of its abilities, a bit of strength emerged.

With this power, Zhou Yan used the Nirvana Sutra's Nirvana technique on himself, allowing him to recover two percent of his strength in an instant.

At this point, Zhou Yan performed a nirvana technique on the monk who was already broken like a skeleton.

"Hum—"

The Skeleton Monk obtained this energy, and his life level was greatly exploded, manifesting his terrifying potential.

He directly urged the hidden essence at the same time, and his body quickly recovered in an instant.

In an instant, there was a halo rainbow in front of Zhou Yan, and in the rainbow, a perfect ** appeared in front of Zhou Yan's eyes.

This is a classical woman with a perfect figure to the extreme, at this time she is **, delicate and dusty, except for the head, there is no hair in other parts of the body, smooth as washing...... Like a fairy bathing, it exudes vitality.