Volume 1: The Fifty-Seven Chapters of the Yanhuang Messenger Beauty in the Coffin

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, Zhao Xin didn't expect that this time he would be promoted for so long, and a year passed in a hurry.

His grandfather's blood and qi attacked for a year, and he persisted in resisting for a year.

In the first month, I was in a weak position, and I could only grit my teeth and persist with the idea of survival in my heart.

In the second month, the essence blood was extremely vigorous, and Zhao Xin's thousand-mile absolute mention was almost destroyed, but fortunately he kept it.

In the third or fourth month, he was already able to resist somewhat, and he seemed to be able to adapt to the attack of essence blood, and the heavenly spirit became much more substantial, and Zhao Xin's blood in that month did not know how much he had flowed, and he almost hollowed out his body, and unfortunately he had the essence blood as a backing, so as not to let himself die.

In May, June and July, the two sides have been back and forth, and although the blood in the blood is strong, there is also a feeling that it cannot be used.

In the eighth and ninth Octobers, Zhao Xin became more and more comfortable with the control of the Heavenly Spirit, and he had already begun to have some counteroffensive power.

After waiting for two months, Tianling had already taken the initiative, and Zhao Xin's grandfather's blood and qi gradually weakened, until the last straw that crushed the camel appeared, and the blood and qi of the grandfather's bloodline in his body were completely cleared, and at this moment it can be said that Zhao Xin completely took over the bloodline of the immortal golden body and became his own bloodline. Even if he is an inheritor again, he does not have his grandfather's breath in his blood, but Zhao Xin's own.

After being promoted to the Heavenly Spirit for a year, his own ancestor prevented his descendants from condensing into a Heavenly Spirit, and discarded the blood and qi in the ancestor's blood and replaced it with his own blood, if any of these three things were said, it would make people's jaws drop.

This year has been too long, the first thing Zhao Xin did was to observe the body, and as soon as his mind moved, he saw the flesh ball of the bloodline, this time the feeling was completely different, he could feel every tremor of the essence and blood in the blood, and the bloodline seemed to be telling him something.

The bloodline is the power source of the essence blood, and the bloodline strengthens the essence and blood, but this is different from the realm, the realm is the ascension of the whole including the heavenly spirit and the bloodline. No matter how strong a person's bloodline is, and he does not give birth to the spiritual sea, he still cannot be compared with the person who gave birth to the spiritual sea.

This time, I was still ecstatic under the birth of the heavenly spirit, and since then, I have also had capital, and the heavenly spirit with the immortal golden body is another guarantee in life. Besides, this heavenly spirit can fight with the bloodline, which shows its strength, and Zhao Xin has to thank his grandfather who has never met for this.

"Click"

Zhao Xin's body has been "rusty" in most parts of his body after not moving for a long time, and it is inevitable that he will be a little uncomfortable when he moves suddenly.

Looking up, Zhao Xin saw the stone platform above his head at first sight, and Zhao Xin didn't know about his fall, and he was suddenly afraid in his heart.

Turning his head to look, he was horrified to find that he was like a coffin, the cold wind blew through the fire veins to protect his body, and almost did not consume essence and blood.

"Knock"

Jumping from above, Zhao Xin found that this was really a coffin, but this coffin was made of unknown materials, and the whole body was glowing with a soft clean light, and a trace of fragrant mist floated out of the coffin.

"Could it be the body of the general of the Jiuli tribe?" Zhao Xin beat the drum, the corpse of the Jiuli tribe he saw a year ago is still fresh in his memory.

Holding on to the coffin, a trace of coldness penetrated the body, but it was very comfortable.

At this moment, Zhao Xin's bloodline fluctuated involuntarily, and he seemed to be very happy.

"Could it be that there is something in this coffin?" Zhao Xin secretly wondered.

The hands prevented the edge of the coffin lid, and the joy in the blood dared to grow stronger and stronger.

Just when Zhao Xin didn't know whether to open it or not, the heavy coffin lid "creaked" out of a corner, and suddenly the mist lingered, the glow shone, and a burst of fragrance floated out of the coffin.

Zhao Xin broke off, jumped on the crystal coffin, and with a slight force with both hands, the coffin lid was completely opened.

"When"

The gorgeous and dazzling light shot out of the coffin, the glow went straight into the sky, the mist filled out like a fairyland, and Zhao Xin fell into the coffin without paying attention.

After falling, I suddenly felt that my body was quite soft, and my mouth seemed to be blocked by something, and the quiet aroma was fragrant.

After opening his eyes, Zhao Xinzhong jumped wildly and froze in place.

Because he found himself pressing on a sleeping woman, the delicate eyebrow line was natural and untouched, the eyelashes were as long as a fan, the eyes were lightly closed, the tip of the nose was small, and there was no rouge rendering on the face, but it was shining with a crystal luster. At this time, his mouth was pressing on the other party's little cherry red.

Suddenly got up, his subordinates suddenly felt a softness, Zhao Xin's old face turned red, and he immediately moved his hands, but he felt that he was also weak and boneless, so he got up in vain.

This coffin looks very large from the outside, but in fact, the space inside is very small, so small that Zhao Xin almost has nowhere to put his feet, so he can only move to the edge of the coffin to stand firmly.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Xin dared to open his eyes and look at the beauty in the coffin.

Floating in a snow-white velvet coat, slender hands in front of the flat lower abdomen, skin like congealed fat, lying in the coffin like a sleeping princess.

Of course, Zhao Xin also noticed the necklace of the woman in the coffin, of course, not because of the crystal clear skin, but because of the brilliance there.

Carefully leaning forward, Zhao Xin reached out to the neck of this beauty, wanting to take out that touch of brilliance.

Slowly lifted the woman's head, took out the pendant and put it in the palm of her hand, the beating blood in her body finally stabilized, it seems that it was this thing that made her heart sound strange before.

It was a necklace with a round pendant with a sunflower-like pattern in it, and it was the object that gave off that dazzling light.

"What's the use of this thing" Although Zhao Xin took this thing, except for the fact that his body was a little more comfortable at the beginning, he didn't feel anything at all.

"Do you want to use blood?" Zhao Xin cut his hand and dripped blood on the pendant, and the blood slipped down without any reaction.

"To drip on it with essence and blood" a burst of fragrance wafted by, intoxicating, as if someone was pointing to him.

Zhao Xin did so, forcing out a drop of essence blood and dripping it on the pendant, and sure enough, the pendant instantly shined, emitting thousands of rays of light like the sun, shooting into Zhao Xin's eyes.

A white shadow flashed, and Zhao Xin suddenly reacted, someone was talking to him just now, but at the same time, a sleepiness struck, causing his body to stagger.

"It's time for you to bear the pain of this thousand years" When Zhao Xin was about to be confused, he suddenly heard a cold voice, looked up and saw a shadow flashing, and then the coffin lids merged, and Zhao Xin fell in the coffin.

The surroundings fell into darkness, and Zhao Xin finally couldn't resist the slightest sleepiness, lying in the coffin with a pendant in his hand, drowsy.