The huge, boundless black coffin of death slowly rose in the infinite flames.

It's just a covering, but if it's a shock.

A qi machine that was completely different from this dark and desperate world suddenly rose, or rather, a dead and silent qi machine gushed out from an inexplicable place in the body of the three burials.

At this moment, the heavenly dome that had not moved for thousands of years above the heads of countless creatures seemed to tremble, and countless remaining creatures raised their heads high, their eyes full of shock and incredulity.

Even the immortals of the Three Realms of the Flood Desolation, who had never been a world before, but were just some spectators, were all amazed, and they didn't expect such a change to occur.

At the same time, doubts rose in my heart.

This looks like a coffin of something ominous, what is it?

And when did it hide in the body of Sanzang and only now appear in front of the world?

In the previous time, they had seen the entire life of Sanzang for the ninth generation, and they didn't miss a moment, and they had never found the existence of such a thing!

Also, there is no one in this coffin.

If so, who?

All this, at this time, hovered in the hearts of countless listeners, and made them infinitely curious.

Since I came to the inn, I was hiding in the corner and trying to reduce the sense of presence of my own lamp, but at this time, I was aroused by the scene in front of me.

Guy found that the dead aura emanating from the coffin behind the Sanzang was actually a little similar to his companion spirit treasure, the coffin palace lamp, which made him have to be strange.

"This huge coffin swaying across the sky is really weird, and the qi in it is terrifying, full of the smell of death and extinction."

"I thought that the ghostly fire in my vulture palace lamp could exhaust all the dead silence in the world, but I didn't expect that there was something far beyond it."

"But when such a fierce thing appears on that Sanzang, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

Seeing that it was a lamp to speak, all the immortals and gods looked sideways, and secretly said that this person was cheeky enough to listen to the book, and he even dared to speak, which was also interesting.

However, in their hearts, they all agreed with his words, because they also felt the qi from this huge coffin.

They could find out a thing or two, but they couldn't know what it was.

can only faintly distinguish that although the qi on the black coffin is strong, the source of everything is probably still the Sanzang with blood and tears in his eyes at this time!

I don't know whether this black coffin chose him in the dark, or whether he single-handedly created the existence of this black coffin.

The former is emotional, while the latter is a little frightened.

With his mortal body, how could he secretly do such a move under the gaze of countless great supernatural beings?

The Bull Demon King, who has always been a little slow to react, came back to his senses at this time, and his thick knuckles tapped on the table, and he secretly pondered:

"It turns out that Sanzang has always known about the events of his previous life, and he has not lost his memory because of reincarnation, but he can't practice without a primordial spirit, how did he do this?"

"Now at such a time of crisis, such a black ancient coffin has been sacrificed, which seems to be some kind of extremely mysterious and powerful treasure, so when did he get it? Why don't we know anything? ”

Everyone nodded, which was exactly what they were curious about now.

Duobao Daoist frowned, and said loudly at this time:

"This black coffin looks so weird, it doesn't look like a congenital or an acquired treasure, that dead and silent qi looks more terrifying than any treasure, how can it be sacrificed by ordinary people?"

"Even I can't see the details of it at all, and I can't understand the laws inside it, but I only have a little understanding of it."

"What the hell is this thing for?"

"Do you mean ......?"

Duobao Dao is a senior brother of the sect, and his cultivation is not weaker than others, coupled with his countless years of immersion in refining weapons, his insight is extraordinary.

Ordinary treasures, you can look at the bottom of it by looking at it and sweeping it, and you know more than the owner.

But at this time, he was killed on the black coffin behind the three hidings, and he couldn't see anything.

Even Nuwa Niangniang, who was not in the same place as everyone, was looking at the black coffin carefully at this time.

As a Heavenly Dao saint, even if she has never specialized in the way of refining weapons, her cultivation is there, and her eyesight is naturally higher than that of ordinary immortals.

But now, I saw her frowning slightly, and there was a look of doubt in her eyes.

She couldn't see the origin of this thing, but it didn't prevent her from seeing through the phenomenon and seeing the essence.

At this moment, this black giant coffin was faintly connected to Sanzang's Qi Number Destiny.

It can be regarded as Sanzang who created this thing, or it can be said that this black coffin awakened Sanzang.

In between, it is in a state of both prosperity and loss.

But Nuwa Niangniang remembered clearly, she had never seen anything unusual in Sanzang before, he was simply like any ordinary person on the street.

There is no merit other than being spiritually outstanding and suitable for spiritual practice.

It stands to reason that if this black coffin had always existed in Sanzang's body, how could Nuwa Niangniang not see it and not notice it?

So, it's just too bizarre to make her wonder.

At this moment, the empress, who was sitting with many immortals, raised her head slightly, looking at the black coffin in the picture that was enough to cover the sky and the sun, and her expression in her eyes continued to change.

At first, the moment the coffin appeared was a surprise to her.

I almost thought that this thing had come from the source of darkness in their world, and that dark aura was as good as ever.

When he was about to pass on the sound to ask Li Tong, after tasting it again, he found that something was wrong.

Although this qi has the meaning of extinguishing all things and returning heaven and earth to chaos, it does not have the pollution of the power of the source of darkness.

This made her breathe a sigh of relief, if the source of darkness could actually cross the Heaven Covering World and spread to the Heaven Covering Ten Thousand Worlds, it would be an extremely terrifying thing.

If this is the case, then the plan between her, Emperor Desolate Heaven and Emperor Ye Tian will probably have to be completely overturned and then dormant.

But now, it seems, things are not so dangerous.

Then, she put away the solemnity in her eyes and looked at it with a little curiosity.

To be honest, the empress was also very interested in Sanzang and the black coffin behind him at this time, and was looking forward to the next changes.

If you want to know the rest of the story, you can only continue to listen to the book.

After a brief discussion among the people, they couldn't hold back the strangeness in their hearts, and they cast their expressions on Li Tong in mid-air.

Then he listened, and the story continued.

"Click, click, click......"

One after another was clear and distinct, and the creepy sound came.

When I raised my eyes and looked again, I could clearly see that behind the three hidings, the incomparably huge black coffin, its lid was slowly opening.

And as the voice sounded, everyone was extremely surprised to find that the original white handwriting on the coffin head actually had a faint bright red emerging from the darkness on the edge.

It was like a flowing water, as if it was about to completely engulf the white characters.

At this moment, although I don't know what kind of magic weapon this black coffin is, even the stupid immortals have a kind of realization in their hearts.

If Sanzang is allowed to completely open this black coffin, I am afraid that something extremely terrifying will happen!

But what does that have to do with them?

With a hint of a smile on their faces, many immortals looked at the picture in front of them with some expectation, wanting to see what it was that could bring them such a palpitating feeling.

In the picture, on the opposite side of the flames, the golden light is shining in mid-air.

The Buddha behind him, who was full of light, suddenly opened his glasses wide, and for the first time, an expression of horror appeared on his unhappy and angry face.

Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!

His beating heart told him unreservedly how horrible what was in front of him.

The Buddha had realized that it was not time to find out why the Tripita had become the way it was, but that he should not be allowed to open the black coffin behind him under any circumstances.

Otherwise, not only him, but also countless immortals and gods would suffer!

In an instant, the Buddha moved, and as soon as he struck, he unreservedly unleashed his most powerful blow, vowing to interrupt the move of seeing Sanzang.

Bang!!!

A loud sound that pierced the nine heavens suddenly came, the Buddha's qi was released, and hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers trembled, and I don't know how many living beings died here.

Behind the Buddha, all kinds of visions were quickly condensed, and the golden body of a thousand zhang was manifested, hanging high for nine days.

Its light seems to be bright enough to act as the sun of this world, sprinkling endless light on the earth.

However, this kind of light does not bring warmth, but endless cold chill.

"Sanzang, you actually ...... Turn your back on the Buddhas! ”

In the midst of the roar, the voice of the Buddha came intermittently, and although his words were incomplete, he could still be heard, and even at this time, he still exuded the arrogance of not treating ordinary beings as human beings, and his condescending attitude of ignoring all life.

Immediately afterwards, the golden body of the Buddha moved, and the palm that had been as huge as a mountain suddenly tumbled down.

Among them, there are thousands of Buddha light urging wealth, Sanskrit sound, and the swastika circulation.

It is as if a small sun is held in this palm, and the divine light inside it is brilliant, emitting endless light and heat.

The golden red palm fell rapidly, trying to reclose the coffin that had opened a gap and leaked out a deep darkness.

"This is, the big day is like a palm!"

The Buddha said lightly, as if he was a little proud.

The sudden palm fell steadily without deviation, hitting the black coffin that covered the sky and the sun, and the huge vibration caused by it caused a buzzing in the air, causing the mountains and rivers to tremble and the stars to shake.

However, such a powerful supernatural power was like a child tickling, and it didn't make the black coffin move in the slightest.

It is even more impossible to close the gap that has been opened again.

Not even the speed at which it can be opened.

The Buddha was silent, and in this moment, many thoughts flowed through his mind.

But before the next moment could come, he turned around and was about to ride away on the auspicious clouds.

He's scared, he's going to run!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, there was a louder hum from the black coffin, and I saw that it was half opened in a moment.

Suddenly, a strong darkness surged out, enough to cover everything.

In an instant, the golden body of the Buddha was broken, and the Buddha's light, auspicious clouds, chanting, and golden flowers were all gone.

In the past years, the Buddha, who had attracted countless living beings to worship and looked down on everything from above, had no ability to resist at this moment, and was easily washed away from his vision.

In the next moment, he was wrapped in darkness, burned by flames, and swept into the dark coffin that could not be seen clearly.

Only one wail was heard throughout Sunday:

"Sanzang, the demon... Don't, leave me alive......"

It turns out that the Buddha will also be afraid!

In front of this scene, many immortals and gods who watched the flood were dumbfounded and a little unbelievable.

In the Star Picking Building, it is extremely quiet at the moment, and in the huge pavilion, only one voice echoes.

The story goes on and on, and the picture continues.

After devouring the Buddha, the handwriting on the coffin became a little red, and it was faintly even more enchanting gold.

In an instant, Sanzang raised his hand to gently wipe the blood and tears from his cheeks and raised his eyes to look.

The black coffin behind him moved, and it closed completely with a roar.

As if devouring such a Buddha and giving it enough power to move, the black coffin flew up and plunged into the sky.

At this moment, the already incomparably huge black coffin swelled again.

At this time, it looks like a huge black wooden board has been embedded in the sky, which is extremely abrupt, but incomparably terrifying!

The huge coffin seemed to have turned into a whole sky, exuding a terrifying dark aura that withered the vitality of all things.

Since most of the black coffin was embedded in the thirty-three days, releasing the dark qi to the immortals inside, it seemed that the thirty-three heavens were shaking and trembling at this time.

Seemingly, it is also fearing.

In the fairy world, those ancient gods and Buddhas who originally sat back and watched the death of ordinary immortals and watch the end of this farce were already a little unable to sit still at this time.

In the past, as long as they gently shook their fingers, they could summon ten thousand thunderbolts, cause mountains and rivers to roar, and rain and hail to rain down and wantonly destroy everything mundane.

The whole world is just a small game in which they turn their hands into clouds and turn their hands into rain.

In their eyes, the lives of mortals are like ants, and the fate of mortals is like puppets on the stage, which seem to be alive, but they have long been tied with silk threads, and everything is controlled in the palm of their hands.

Yet at this moment, they trembled, they were afraid.

Their cold hearts, which could not kill thousands of living beings without making any waves, were actually touched.

They, panic!

Because this time, their life and death are in someone else's hands!

Above the clouds, the gods who were full of immortal qi struggled to resist the scorching heat of the black fire, and they all looked at the top of their heads in fear.

The immortal leader and the Buddha who were in charge of countless immortal gods also looked at the air with horror on their faces.

On the canopy, with the black coffin as the boundary, the fine lines like broken glass spread outward rapidly.

God, it's cracked!

They can't feel the familiar sky, they can't feel the familiar Tao, and all of this is caused by the black coffin.

The gods and Buddhas who couldn't do it for a while could only hold back the horror in their hearts and forcibly look at the mundane calmly before this kind of change in front of them.

At this moment, the offense and defense are transposed.

The coffin with handwriting in the air was like a huge eye, looking down on them coldly.

To see the fear in their hearts, the horror on their faces, the cowardice they hide under their arrogant skins!

It turns out that the so-called gods and Buddhas are only despicable people who can bully the weak.

The sound of the three burials came at the right time:

"Three burials of poor monks, burial of heaven, Tibet, burial of gods and Buddhas!"

"I've met you here."