And the villagers of the various villages in the burial of Tianyuan, at some point, will dig it up and then transport it to Yizhuang to be sold, and Yizhuang will dispose of the dead bodies in the coffin and reduce the number of corpses.

The coffin left behind will wait for the corpse to be sent to collect it.

And the corpses controlled by the Burial Sect were not obtained from the Burial Abyss.

Because the dead corpse that has entered the burial abyss, it will contain a rule for itself, and this rule is that even if the corpse transformation is successful, it is inseparable from the scope of the burial abyss.

If it is man-made, the great terror in the depths of the burial abyss will strike, not only will the dead body be destroyed, but even the person who carries the corpse will be dealt a fatal blow.

All the coffins were inspected.

With a wave of his hand, Boss Ling put away all the others except for Wu Tian's gilded coffin, including the bronze coffin that had been cut off by Wu Tian before.

The corpse burial faction can bury the corpse, and naturally it can also deal with the coffin.

Wu Tian and Ling Lao glanced at each other and walked out of Yizhuang without saying a word.

"Here, this is the cost of the coffin!" Elder Ling gave Wu Tian a bunch of spirit stones.

"Are you going to fight for Dao weapons?" Wu Tian put away the spirit stone and asked curiously.

"Of course, a Dao weapon is enough to become the foundation of the Burial Sect, who can not be moved!" Ling Lao said with a smile.

The two chatted briefly again, and after setting the time for the next coffin, the people from the Burial Sect left and headed towards the depths of the Burial Abyss, this time, they also had to explore the depths of the Burial Abyss by the way.

……

The northern area of the Burial Abyss.

This is where the small sects and loose cultivators come in.

Fairy Sword Pie, the name is very good!

But the strength is just like that, the strength of the sect master is at the eighth layer of the soul, and it can be said to be the king and hegemon in some small places, this time the sect master took the lead, and took the elders and outstanding disciples of the sect into the abyss.

Originally, the Immortal Sword Sect, which could make some profits, discovered something that stunned them at this time.

The walls of a Yizhuang are all piled up with high-grade spirit stones.

"Sect Master, as long as we move this Yizhuang back to the sect, then the strength of our sect can be increased several times!" A middle-aged man looked at Yizhuang eagerly and said.

"Don't worry, the wealth is not exposed, this Yizhuang dares to do this, there must be some means, let's get to know it first!" The sect master looked at the high-grade spirit stones on the wall, and he was also very moved.

"Let's go~"

The sect master took his own sect and walked in the direction of Yizhuang.

"Dangdang~~~"

"Anyone?"

Zongmen knocked on the door of Yizhuang and asked in a loud voice.

"Ahem, who?"

An old man's voice came out with a weak breath while coughing.

"We're passing through!" The Sect Master gave the others a look.

Everyone took a few steps back knowingly, looking sharply at the four directions.

"Crunch~"

The gates of Yizhuang slowly opened.

What greeted the eyes of everyone in the Immortal Sword Sect was an old man, with a rickety figure, straw sandals on his feet, and a harmless face for humans and animals.

"What are you?" The old man asked, his eyes wide, looking at the crowd.

"We are here to find the owner of Yizhuang, and we have something to discuss!" The sect master's eyes rolled and he found that this was an old man who was about to die.

"Old decay is!" The old man's cloudy eyes looked at the sect master and said.

The sect master's heart suddenly blossomed.

The old man is afraid that he is a fool.

"All the disciples listen to the order and act!" A touch of greed flashed on the sect master's face, the Immortal Sword Sect, sent ~

"Yes~"

The crowd came out with swift action.

Choking~

Choking~

Choking~

One by one, the glittering swords were unsheathed and dug straight into the wall next to them.

"Outsiders?"

The old man reacted instantly!

Bang.

Closing the door directly, the old man walked back to the courtyard, listening to the clanging sound outside his face, and pressed his hands on a small purple wooden coffin.

"Child~Child~Child~"

The old man's voice was very ethereal and unpredictable.

"Crunch ~ Crunch ~ Crunch ~"

The coffin began to make strange noises.

"Child~Child~Child~"

The old man's voice grew louder.

"Whoosh~".

The coffin lid flew directly into the air.

Inside lay a little baby with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, only about five or six years old.

When the child opened his eyes, he was covered in blood, and his body was directly suspended.

"Let's go~"

The old man's cloudy eyes stared at the child, and he whispered softly.

"Huh~"

The child flew out of the hospital in a volley.

"A child?"

"What are you doing?"

"Ah~Help~"

"Sect Master, run~"

"Master, save me~"

“……”

A terrible scream was heard outside the hospital.

Less than a moment.

The child flew back into the courtyard in the air, lay down in the coffin, closed his eyes, and the coffin lid slowly fell.

"Bang~"

The old man withdrew his hands and walked back into the house without changing his face.

Outside the hospital, there was no figure in sight.

On the ground, pools of blood were left behind.

That's when it happened.

"Boom~~~"

Blood-colored centipedes crawled out of the soil, sucked up the blood on the ground, and then inlaid the spirit stones scattered on the ground into the wall.

Then, silently, he crawled back into the soil.

Outside Yizhuang, calm was restored, as if no one had ever come, only the breeze carried a slight smell of blood, telling of the tragedy that had happened here.

……

A Yizhuang with a door full of divine weapons.

It was surrounded by hundreds of scattered cultivators.

"Okay, it's up to who's fast!" A middle-aged man with a demonic aura on his body and a mace on his back reminded the people around him.

"Good~"

Everyone agreed.

"Up~"

The crowd used their fastest speed and reached for their weapons on the ground.

"Huhuhu~~~"

A gust of wind swelled, and a large blood-colored mist drifted out of the courtyard of Yizhuang.

"What's that?"

There was only time to ask a question.

Then he saw the place where the blood-colored mist drifted by, and a bear demon disappeared.

"Run~"

"It's a blood eater~"

Recognizing a powerful ghost in the blood-colored mist, his scarlet, bloodthirsty, and cruel gaze turned into fear, and he was about to run away in an instant.

But the speed of the blood-colored fog was very fast, and it directly skipped the ghost, and disappeared in an instant.

If you look closely, you will find that this blood-colored fog is composed of small insects that are thinner than a hair, and not even a drop of blood has fallen through the thick fog.

……

A scene of the Yizhuang massacre was staged in the entire northern region, but no one escaped from the thieves who had a thief heart for Yizhuang and shot it, and all of them saved their lives.

And the Spirit Demon Sect and the Sacrifice Spirit Gate did not bother Yizhuang and the villagers because of the reminder of the Burial Sect, and only went back and forth between the mountains and forests, although there were also losses, but compared to the northern region, they were more than a little better.

The Burial Sect took advantage of the opportunity to enter the Dao Vessel and instantly started the journey of collecting the coffin.

But it's like some special Yizhuang.

Just like Zhao Lao's Yizhuang in Zhaojia Village, which is full of blood-colored silk threads, the elders of the Burial Sect did not dare to step into it, but waited at the door, and only took it away after the villagers of Zhaojia Village carried the coffin out.

PS: Thank you for the Han and Tang Dynasty Fengyue deity, the wind and sand north of Beicheng, and Wandong for your big reward