The young man under the Heavenly Monument was suddenly startled, and all of them woke up from their cultivation state, even the three people on the ninth step.

The heavy sound of the bronze bell rang again and again between heaven and earth.

Just in an instant, its voice reverberated everywhere in the heavens and the earth, making it impossible to find the source of its appearance.

Yan Qing was slightly surprised, and looked into the distance, but only saw a dark and gloomy place.

The sound of this bronze bell was very special, it seemed to be a mournful sound, which attracted the attention of all the teenagers under the heavenly monument, and they were all listening quietly.

The sound of the bell kept ringing, as if to indicate something.

"What's that sound?"

"Why did it get dark, did it happen?"

"It feels so depressing, as if something is about to happen. ”

Under the Heavenly Monument, the young men were a little panicked, and they didn't have the heart to comprehend the Heavenly Monument at this time, and they all looked up at the sky.

"It's raining?"

Yan Qing tilted her skull-like head slightly, looking at the raindrops in the sky, not caring much about the sudden sound of the bronze bell.

It's just that when the rain fell on his face, he was stunned, and his dead gray eyes were dull.

For it is not rain that falls from the sky, but drops of blood.

Blood, bright red and dazzling.

Drops fell from the sky, emitting a faint lingering light, and the lingering light contained a little aura, as well as a sadness that was difficult to dissipate.

It's not human blood.

but the blood of the firmament, the blood of the earth!

The blood rain fell on Yan Qing's face, shoulders, hands, body, and heavenly monuments......

It didn't take long for it to fall all over the ground, dyeing the entire stone island red!

When the rain of blood fell, it was accompanied by a whining and mournful wind, as if it was crying.

In heaven and earth, a sorrow arose.

Under the heavenly monument, all the teenagers were stunned, staring blankly at the blood spilled from the sky.

Yan Qing raised his head and stared at the sky, looking at this sad wind and blood rain, his heart was extremely depressed, so depressed that he couldn't breathe. There seems to be a breath of anger that is rigidly blocking his heart and chest, making him extremely uncomfortable. I wanted to exhale this breath, but I couldn't find it.

I don't know when, my eyes that have been dry suddenly shed crystal clear tears.

I was so sad in my heart that I burst into tears in an instant.

It seems that the breath blocked in the heart and chest will also be spit out.

It's just that after exhaling this breath, Yan Qing felt even more pain, and looked at the blood rain that was sprinkled.

The earth is sad and the sky is sprinkled with blood and rain, this is the great sorrow of heaven and earth!

Drops of tears fell from the dry cheeks and dripped down the steps, mingling with the bright red rain of blood and turning into bloody tears.

Yan Qing lifted her skull-like head, burst into tears, and whimpered with her mouth open, but she couldn't make any sound. Under the heavenly monument, all the teenagers are like this, all of them are in tears, and there is an inexplicable sadness in their hearts.

"Ahh

Under the heavenly monument, a teenager finally couldn't help it and suddenly burst into tears.

The blood rain kept falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier, and in the blink of an eye, it was pouring down. The whining and wailing wind grew stronger and stronger, like a ghost crying wolf.

When Yan Qing shed two tears, she found that she seemed to have something more.

At this point, a picture appeared in my mind.

In the picture, there is no sun and moon, no stars, no sky and no earth, only endless dead silence, endless darkness and endless coldness.

But in such a dark, dead void, there was a shocking bronze coffin!

The ancient coffin is simple and unpretentious, hundreds of meters long, very large, exuding a mysterious atmosphere that is more shocking than darkness and coldness. There are some vague ancient patterns on the coffin, full of the vicissitudes of time, and I don't know how many years it has been there.

It hangs silently, motionless, as if it has been there since ancient times, making people feel endless desolation and eternity. On the eight corners of the coffin, a black iron cable with a thick bowl mouth is tied, tightly locking the ancient coffin. Every iron cable leads into the depths of darkness, and there is no end in sight.

The giant rope has been tempered thousands of times, thick and strong, and a little black light makes it look extremely cold.

The iron rope is in the air, and the void locks the coffin!

"Bronze coffin?"

Yan Qing was suddenly a little stunned, not knowing why such a picture appeared in her mind. Although the picture is fleeting, it is tightly grasped and seems to be deeply imprinted in the soul.

"Could it be that a saint has died?"

Yan Qing didn't think much about the picture in her mind, but thought about this blood rain. In the ancient books of the earth, it is recorded that if a saint dies, the sky will rain blood, and the earth will have a sad wind.

At this time, a strange picture appeared under the heavenly monument.

So the boy was crying sadly and wonderingly, what happened?

However, Tian Qing, who was sitting on the eighth step, and Nuo Zilan, who was sitting on the seventh step, turned pale in an instant, and then cried loudly, crying extremely sad and painful.

"The emperor is gone, the heavens and the earth are in great sorrow! Woo, woo, woo, woo......"

Especially Tianqing, regardless of his image, knelt under the heavenly monument and cried.

In front of them, a young man in golden armor was also kneeling on the steps, his hand tightly gripping the golden war spear, his eyes full of murderous energy. On the right side of the battle-armored boy, the iron-clad young man was even more numb, and his gray-black eyes looked even more hollow......

In his throat, there was a hoarse, pathetic, weeping laugh.

......

"The emperor is dead, the heavens and the earth are in great sorrow?"

Yan Qing heard Tianqing's mournful cry, and the young man under the heavenly monument also heard that mournful cry, and his heart suddenly became terrified.

"The emperor is dead, this is impossible, absolutely impossible, how could the emperor fall, haha......" Ding Feng, who was sitting on the sixth step, suddenly launched a madness and laughed at the sky.

It's just that, in the midst of that crazy laughter, it was full of sorrow, and finally sat down on the steps weakly.

Yan Qing silently shed tears again, quietly watching everything under the heavenly monument, and it didn't take long for another picture to appear in her mind.

In the picture, there is still a void where darkness and coldness coexist,

It's just that in this void, there are eighty-one phantoms with a very literary atmosphere, and they carry a huge bronze coffin on their shoulders together, and step by step board a mysterious stone ship.

The ancient coffin seemed to be very heavy, bending the eighty-one phantoms over.

The steps are heavy, step by step.

Then, Yan Qing seemed to hear a mournful voice.

"My Emperor, return—"

The picture flashed again, and then another picture appeared in Yan Qing's mind.

In the picture, in the distant starry sky, there is an unopened scroll. Then the scroll slowly opened, exuding a thousand rays of light.

The picture scroll is very huge, vast and thousands of miles, exuding a little light, like a glowing galaxy in the starry sky, very conspicuous.

The scroll seems to be composed of nine paintings, each of which is lifelike, like a real world, which is extremely peculiar.

......