Ding Chuan's eyes darkened, and he once again returned to the cold and pitch-black sarcophagus.

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Ding Chuan's mind: Since you enter my coffin, you are the next generation inheritor of the Panhuang Sutra, I hope you don't lose face to the Ancient Desolate Emperor.

Ding Chuan's backbone was swishing cold, and he clearly captured the sound of the dried corpse under him this time, which was no different from the breath of the demon arm that pulled him into the sarcophagus at the beginning, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to his head.

The original cold and dark sarcophagus was magnificent, and the sarcophagus wall and sarcophagus lid were shining with glittering ancient handwriting, each handwriting seemed to have amazing magic, which made people indulge in it, but the handwriting was too ancient, Ding Chuan only stared at the time and felt dizzy, and could only vaguely identify the six immortal gold characters: Panhuang Sutra Burial Ground Chapter.

"Why does this desolate hall have the forbidden exercises of the Ancient Desolate Emperor?" Ding Chuan was puzzled, the old madman once said that the Panhuang Sutra was created by the founding patriarch of the Divine Desolate Academy, and both of them had the word 'desolate', could it be ......

Just as he was pondering, the ancient characters of Immortal Gold in the sarcophagus flickered with a burst of light, and began to dim, disappearing at any time.

"It doesn't matter what he does, as long as he can be used by me. ”

Ding Chuan shook off the chaotic thoughts in his head, and began to calm down and quickly memorize the burial ground exercises mantra of the Panhuang Sutra, now is obviously not the time to understand, he can only swallow the dates and memorize it, about a quarter of an hour later, Ding Chuan finished memorizing the ancient scriptures in the coffin, and the ancient characters of immortal gold began to fall apart and dissipate.

Once again, the sarcophagus fell into dead darkness, and you could hear your own heartbeat and the sound of blood rushing through your veins.

"Young man, you're holding my head down. ”

A low and hoarse voice came from underneath, which provoked Ding Chuan to jump out.

Ding Chuan shouted boldly: "Who is it? ”

"Ahem, young man, don't talk so impulsively, you broke into my coffin and are so cross!"

A coolness rose from the soles of Ding Chuan's feet and jumped straight to the top door, he exerted his yuan power to the extreme, and the whole body began to bloom with immeasurable light, when he saw the scene in the coffin, 'kicking and kicking' retreated four or five steps back to the corner of the sarcophagus, and there was no way back, only to see a shriveled corpse half sitting on the ground in the sarcophagus three zhang long and one zhang high, staring at him with two empty eyes, this scene was extremely gloomy.

"Are you a human, a ghost, a man, or a woman?"

The black dry corpse was stunned for a while, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: My name was Buhong when I was alive, and I was a man when I was alive.

"Before his death...... Ding Chuan's face turned green with fright, and he had the courage to retort: "Nonsense, Bu Hong's predecessor died in a chaotic blade, how can there be a complete corpse." ”

The dry corpse spoke: "That's all rumors, I was killed by someone who hollowed out my heart with one claw. The dry corpse stretched out his stiff arm and lifted the already rotting clothes on his chest, revealing a huge finger hole in his left chest, which was transparent from front to back, and his heart was completely hollowed out.

Ding Chuan's chest swelled with monstrous waves, in the fragments of time and space just now, he had seen Bu Hong's heroic battle against the top ten young peak masters, Bu Hong's bravery, it can be described as invincible in the same generation, who can tear out his chest and tear his heart with one claw.

"Who killed you?"

The dry corpse twisted his stiff neck, made a bone-cracking sound, and roared unwillingly: "A guy named Ming Butian took advantage of my serious injuries to sneak attack me, but unfortunately I don't have the second half of the Disk Wilderness Sutra, otherwise I am not afraid that the Heavenly King Lao Tzu will come to sneak attack." ”

"Mingbutian ......" Ding Chuan was secretly shocked, Huangfu Hun Tian let himself find the big enemy for him is also called Ming Butian, so that Huangfu Hun Tian and Bu Hong and Ming Butian are all contemporaries, but Bu Hong has already been dead for three thousand years, so Huang Fu Hun Tian is also an out-and-out old monster, at least three thousand years old.

The dry corpse with hideous facial features continued: "Before I died, I left a wisp of divine consciousness in my body, just to pass on the Panhuang Sutra of the Ancient Desolation Emperor, and there were many disciples during this period, but their Dao heart was too unfirm, I can't remember how many long years have passed, and the remaining divine consciousness has already reached the point of running out of oil and lamps, fortunately, I am waiting for you, I hope you are an outlier." ”

Ding Chuan said with some hesitation: "I have already cultivated a technique, can I still cultivate the Plate Desolate Sutra again? Will there be a conflict between the two?"

"It doesn't matter, the burial ground chapter of this first half of the Panhuang Sutra is not so much an ancient scripture, but rather a taboo magic of the emperor is more appropriate, the perception of the divine art left by the emperor is unpredictable, and I think it took me a full ten years to get a first glimpse of the door. Although you have obtained the Divine Mind Method, you may not be able to practice it, and if you have no results in your practice, remember to give this Divine Scripture to others. ”

"The younger generation should keep it in mind. Ding Chuan bowed seriously and respectfully to the sage of the Divine Desolate Academy.

"Well, I've been dead for a long time, and it's time for my soul to return to the world, and when you go out, you will bury this coffin in the ground. ”

Bu Hong's dried corpse stretched out two pitch-black magic arms, opening a gap in the sarcophagus, and fresh air poured in from the outside, and the dried corpse turned into a pile of white bones in an instant.

Who in the world can not die, even if a generation of heavenly pride overwhelms the same generation, there will eventually be a time when it will turn into a skeleton, the dead rest in peace, and the living are strong. Ding Chuan gathered his messy thoughts and prepared to jump out of the sarcophagus, when a boulder roared from the mouth of the cave, so he pressed his body and didn't move.

"My good apprentice, I'm here to pick you up for my teacher, hahaha, how are you doing these days?" the familiar voice of the old madman floated from far and near.

"Huh?" The old madman looked around but couldn't see Ding Chuan's figure, and when he saw a pool of blood on the pile of white bones around the sarcophagus, his face changed greatly, and he muttered: "This is impossible, this is impossible, why did the apprentice I just received die so quickly." ”

The old madman grabbed his head with both hands and howled in pain, and finally he knelt on the ground with a puff, pulling a pile of blood-stained broken bones, and howled: "Ding boy, it's all the teacher's fault! I shouldn't have sent you here to comprehend this strange Disc Wilderness Sutra, blame me for being so old and foolish, so that your bones are gone...... Woowoo"

Ding Chuan, who was hiding in the sarcophagus, heard a smile on his face, changed his false voice, and let out an old angry snort: "Where did you come from, little rabbit cub, don't cry in front of my grave, it will dirty my way of reincarnation." ”

"Ah...... Hell ......"

Even if the old madman has experienced a lot and seen a lot, he can't help but be frightened so much that his gray hair stands upside down at this time, and he is about to run.

"Unfilial disciple grandson, come back to me, I am your ancestor Buhong, don't come to worship soon. Ding Chuan's pretended old voice floated out again, causing the old madman to stop again.

"Too, too, Taishi Ancestor...... "The old madman's heart can be said to be seven up and down, that Buhong Taishi Ancestor has been dead for three thousand years, and now he has been resurrected from the coffin, at this moment he has no trace of madness, trembling and moving back.

"Hmph! You old boy is really disgraced to my desolate palace, and you have made the desolate hall wither, and the inheritance will be broken. The old man's voice revealed the meaning of hatred that iron is not made of steel.

"Too, the ancestor is on top, and he blames the incompetence of the disciple grandson, which led to the decline of the desolate palace, and the ancestor forgives his sins. ”

After the old madman finished speaking, he kowtowed on the ground, and Ding Chuan, who was hidden in the coffin, couldn't hold back anymore and let out a sneer.

"En?" The old madman's face changed, and when he heard this laughter, he was so young, just now he wondered how a person who had been dead for three thousand years could suddenly come back to life, and even if this great master was resurrected, it was impossible for him to know so much about the situation in the desolate hall now, until he heard a light laugh, he felt that he had been deceived, he jumped up and suspended on the top of the cave to look at the vermilion sarcophagus, only to see that the sarcophagus lid opened a crack, and a guy who probed his brain was looking around nervously.

"You brat, dare to tease as a teacher, see if I don't screw your head off and kick it as a ball. ”

The old madman's old face turned black and pounced, Ding Chuan secretly exclaimed, and jumped out of the sarcophagus with both feet.

"Stinky boy stop me and let me skin you. The old madman shouted, he felt extremely aggrieved, he was teased by his students and disciples in every way, remembering his 'Peng Peng' kowtow behavior just now, he was so angry that his beard turned straight and his white eyebrows trembled.

"Stop, old madman, I have something to say. ”

"Whoever still believes your nonsense, eat me a hundred palms first. ”

The speed of the old madman skyrocketed, and he turned into a light and shadow chasing him, Ding Chuan was shocked, and stepped on the magic step to dodge around, the magic step is worthy of being a rare exercise in the gods and demons, which can make a person's speed fast to the peak, Ding Chuan is like wind and lightning in the same place Leaving an afterimage, every time you can look at the palms of the old madman.

"Disdainful apprentice, boy Ding, sooner or later I will be angry with you. The old madman returned in vain, sitting on a skull in a huff, staring at Ding Chuan with fiery eyes.

Seeing that the old madman was no longer chasing, Ding Chuan also stopped, and said: "Whether you believe it or not, Buhong's predecessors left a wisp of residual knowledge and asked me to put this sarcophagus into the ground for peace." ”

The old madman rolled his eyes and said: "What kind of demon magic did you kid use to break this vermilion sarcophagus, have you learned the Panhuang Sutra, quickly talk to the teacher about the experience and perception of the exercises." ”

Ding Chuan said: "The real founder of the Panhuang Sutra is the Emperor of the Ancient Wilderness, and there is only the first half of the funeral ground exercises in this sarcophagus, and the ancient scriptures are too mysterious......

"Wait, what are you talking about?" the old madman interrupted Ding Chuan's words and asked, "You said that the Panhuang Sutra was created by the Emperor of the Ancient Desolation? ”

Ding Chuan was also obviously stunned, he pondered for a moment and a smile appeared on his face, and said: "The combination of the two characters of ten and mouth can be Tian or ancient, as for why his old man changed his name and surname, I can't guess." ”

The old madman was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and muttered: "Could it be that the patriarch of the Kai sect changed his surname to Gu when he was young in order to avoid the pursuit and killing of the ten great ancient families and the five holy lands and many major sects, oh my God! It is unimaginable, it is unimaginable, it is unimaginable, the patriarch of my Divine Desolation Academy is actually a Supreme Emperor......