There wasn't even a trace of blood on his fingertips!

Duan Yuan only felt a huge force coming from his chest, and then it seemed that the finger that was broken was hindered by something, and a hard object came from his chest, and Duan Yuan understood in an instant.

It was a token, but it was the token that the old man had given Duan Yuan.

Secretly rejoicing, but also having palpitations.

It seems that the old man has helped him invisibly again, and he has written down this kind of kindness, and he will definitely repay it if he has the opportunity in the future.

However, Duan Yuan was a little bitter, a mysterious existence in front of him wanted to kill him, and his body didn't know why. But there are not so many whys here, this is the horror of heavenly burial, even if it is only the outermost layer, it is not a monk of his realm who can set foot on it.

However, Duan Yuan looked around with a wry smile, and the smoke and dust obscured his vision. Not even the spiritual consciousness can cover it. Despite this, Duan Yuan knew that that figure would not think that he had killed himself because of this.

The bitterness that he had never felt before swept over, his brain was drowsy for a while, and Duan Yuan knew that he couldn't do it.

This is the second time that the body has been traumatized.

The soul is also exhausted and almost collapsed.

"I can only resign myself to fate!"

After saying this, Duan Yuan's body collapsed weakly.

Sonoring, the feathers fall to the ground and make a slight sound.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing Duan Yuan's figure.

The figure couldn't see any expression on his face hidden in his hair, and then he withdrew his fingers and walked towards Duan Yuan step by step.

The footsteps carry a regularity, a melody, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.

Coming to Duan Yuan's side, Duan Yuan looked extremely embarrassed at this moment, and his snow-white clothes were already covered with dust.

The long strands of hair were scattered on the ground, covering half of Duan Yuan's head. If it hadn't fallen, I'm afraid this would be another remake of a figure.

The figure's corrupt hand was raised, and it slapped down, with a vast momentum.

Seeing that he was about to collide with Duan Yuan, the fate of Duan Yuan's head would be like a giant man picking up an axe and stunning a watermelon, and the watermelon would definitely be smashed!

Suddenly, a ghostly light flashed away. Then the figure flew out upside down, and then collided with the cliff!

"Boom!"

A large stone was thrown out, and then it fell on the stone path, and then there seemed to be a force at the action, and the stone rolled endlessly, and then fell under the abyss!

The body of the figure is embedded in the cliff wall entirely, and it is more than a meter!

The figure appeared to be unharmed, leaping out of it.

The cliffs around it shattered, giving it a huge crater that rivaled what the caves had!

Then that ghostly light revealed his body, if Duan Yuan opened his eyes at this moment, then he would definitely exclaim!

"Feathers!"

That's right, the glow was a black feather, and the feather was standing in the air. Nothing is holding it back, and it's sharp and swordsman's edge!

The figure was not surprised, or rather that the existence was dead, only the instinct similar to the body was still silently supporting the body.

Or maybe some unknown force is manipulating the corpse, because this is the celestial burial, and the celestial burial is one of the forbidden places, and every forbidden place is the absolute death place of all living beings.

And only the dead can return!

The mysterious figure also stood in the air, far away from the feather.

The black feather moved, and a sword flash vanished, and then turned into a huge giant sword and slashed towards the figure.

Breaking through the void, a terrifying and sharp gigantic void was like tearing the heavens!

The figure didn't seem to react, and was stunned for a moment!

Then he quickly dodged, and in an instant, the kind of ruler short and inch long mystic method was cast. It spanned dozens of meters, but the scope of the giant sword was too large, even if it left the center for a few tens of meters in an instant, the sword still headed towards the figure.

A cut was torn in the figure's chest, which looked extremely terrifying.

But the strange thing is that not a single trace of blood flowed out, like a dried corpse!

But on the wound, black liquid-like things flowed, and then contracted rapidly. It seemed to be frightened by this sword, and his clothes were also cut in two.

This sword almost cut off the figure, and the power was terrifying!

The figure ignored the injuries on his body, and his figure quickly retreated. Obviously, under the control of an unknown force, the speed of the figure is extremely fast!

The feather didn't stop it, and after that sword slash, it was silently suspended in the void. The body of the sword seems to communicate the heavens and the earth, and vaguely an ancient "sword" handwriting floats with the body of the sword.

But it's vague, as if it doesn't exist.

The figure looked at the feathers in the distance, and a slight roar came from the depths of the cavern around them, some like countless ants crawling, some like the neighing of poisonous snakes, and some like something rubbing against the walls......

Various, innumerable, dense voices echoed here, just like a powerful monk would have a numb scalp.

The ancient coffin shuddered for a moment, and then vaguely opened it. A terrifying existence is about to be revived, and that is a strange existence born of heavenly burial!

It seems to have been summoned from the underworld, and it is about to be opened!

The black feather trembled slightly, and then a phantom shadow floated into the void, and then stabbed at the bone coffin!

turned into a streamer of light, breaking through the space in an instant, and descending outside the bone coffin.

A sharp edge enveloped the bone coffin in an instant, and the bone coffin trembled slightly. Then the sword fell, and even the figure in the distance trembled, and the figure exploded again, but the feather ignored the figure's movements.

Then the bone coffin collided with the phantom of the sword, and the phantom of the sword carried a monstrous coercion to firmly lock the bone coffin.

The stripes on the bone coffin were reviving, and an eerie black light shrouded the bone coffin in it. It's like a carapace, seemingly unbreakable.

The sword fell, and in an instant, a huge sound echoed here, causing the human eardrum to burst in an instant!

A radiant circle spread, and the dust vanished with an inexplicable force.

Then the bone coffin disappeared, and a roar of anger echoed faintly, as if it was very unwilling. Like the cry of ghosts and gods, like the last unwillingness of the living to die, the mysterious existence in the bone coffin has not yet appeared, and even the role of passerby A is not enjoyable, and the soul of the sword inspired by the feather is scattered, turning into ashes between heaven and earth and disappearing.

A faint dark light flickered, and then there was nothing, not even the bones and slag left.

Then the feather moved, and it turned into an afterimage!

In an instant, space and time were broken, and the figure descended. The figure didn't react, a mysterious force had firmly imprisoned it, as if it was suppressed and rejected by heaven and earth.

In front of the eye, the feathers had penetrated the figure's chest, but it did not leave the figure's body, but turned slightly in the air, and the figure deflected away in a strange trajectory.

Sonorous!

Feathers were inserted into the cliff where Duan Yuan was, even with a human figure.

The black feathers pinned the figure firmly to the cliff wall, and the figure lost all movement in an instant. No, it should have been destroyed by the sword released by the feathers, and there is not even any scum left with the mysterious power in the body of the figure!

Duan Yuan was still unconscious, and he had no idea that the black feather in his hand was terrifying.

The figure's clothes were tattered, but the hair still kept the figure's face firmly hidden, and it was impossible to see the face.

Everything was so weird, and the faint roar around it had disappeared, as if it had encountered some kind of existence suppression.

The feather regained its calm again, like an ordinary feather, which, apart from being very large, was a little darker, and barely noticed.

However, the feathers did not seem to be at ease, and the faint faint glow of the ancient word "sword" rippled in patches of dizziness, but it was very faint, almost undetectable.

Then time passed little by little, and Duan Yuan, who was in a coma, was nourished by the aura, constantly repairing the injured and broken body.

However, in addition to the damage he received just now, the previous deficiencies caused by the essence blood were difficult to repair.

In an instant, the place was calm again, and it was a terrible silence.

The black mist that keeps rolling in the abyss invisibly gives this place infinite weirdness.

"Hmm!" a slight groan rippled like a pebble dropped from the calm waters of a lake.

The fingers moved, and the long eyelashes began to flutter.