"What's the situation!"

Wu Tian was puzzled and looked at the other coffins.

"Boom......"

Writing appeared on each coffin.

Similar to the handwriting of the bronze coffin, it all introduces the name, identity, cultivation, progress of the corpse transformation, and controllability!

The highest cultivation is a golden coffin, a seven-layer Buddha cultivation called Yuankong.

The back is still controllable!

However, the progress of the corpse has reached 9/10.

"Am I mutated, or is it the Devil's Trick that has mutated?"

"Does it have something to do with my identity? Yizhuang? So the cultivation came out of a coffin! ”

Wu Tian thought hard, but it was all imagination, and he didn't know if it was right!

"Forget it, let's see what the situation is!"

Wu Tian shook his head, in order to be cautious, he chose the bronze coffin, the four-layer demon cultivator named Nong Rongwei.

He walked over with a crowbar and put his hand on the bronze coffin.

I saw a ghostly light flashing on the bronze coffin and burrowing into Wu Tian's mind.

Wu Tian blinked, feeling the extra memory in his mind, and subconsciously flipped over.

……

Nong Rongwei was born in a small mountain village, his family has a house and a field, and his life is boundless.

When I was young.

One day, a demonic cultivator who had gone mad suddenly fell from the sky and began to slaughter the village.

When Nong Rongwei returned from a trip to the mountains and forests, he was greeted by a ruined village, covered with blood and corpses.

In the center of the village was a demon cultivator on his knees.

After the killing, the demon cultivator regained some consciousness, and the pain (fear) was not (unacceptable), after all, as far as he knew, no existence of slaughtering people could escape the judgment of the Divine Dynasty!

After all, slaughtering a village, his family will inevitably be implicated, so when he saw Nong Rongwei, Demon Xiu was for his own family.

poured a body of demonic energy and his own cultivation into Nong Rongwei's body, and then, set fire to a house, rushed in, and before being burned, he wiped his neck and committed suicide, committing suicide in fear of sin, destroying his body.

And Nong Rongwei became a demon cultivator inexplicably.

After the arrival of the nearby government, after understanding the situation, I also had a headache, this demon cultivator really knows how to play.

In desperation, Nong Rongwei was arranged to other villages.

After that, it was Nong Rongwei's flat voice.

……

"Whew~"

Wu Tian slowly exhaled, looked at the bronze coffin and muttered to himself: "You are clearly the protagonist template, why did you only come out of the fourth layer of the soul and confessed!" ”

Nong Rongwei's corpse: "......"

What Wu Tian received was not only the memory of Nong Rongwei's life, but also a demon cultivation method, called "One Soul Demon Skill".

This magic skill is the highest, and it can be cultivated to the Divine Realm.

"Even the cultivation exercises are so rubbish, so, you are really miserable!"

Wu Tian sighed.

If Nong Rongwei still has consciousness. It is estimated that at this time, he will crawl out of the coffin directly Gan Wu Tian.

It was at this time.

In Wu Tian's mind, the blue-black coffin moved.

"Boom~"

The coffin lid flies up.

Wu Tian's soul got up from the coffin, and a cumbersome seal formed in his hand, which penetrated into Nong Rongwei's bronze coffin through Wu Tian's body.

Wu Tian suddenly felt the corpse of Nong Rongwei in the coffin, and he could order.

However, wait until its transformation is complete.

"Why don't I cultivate the coffin, but my soul has its own thoughts?"

Wu Tian was speechless, "looking" at the coffin in the sea of souls that had returned to its original state, is it that I will not be myself in the future?

Shall I also learn that demonic cultivator, kill myself first, and then destroy myself myself?

No way!

I haven't lived enough!

……

Wu Tian understood the usefulness of the coffin in his mind.

It is to be able to control the body in the coffin.

It is still vague what kind of corpse it is, after all, the corpses in his yard are all corpses that have already embarked on the road of corpse transformation.

"Wait, if I control the corpse, then how can I cultivate?"

Wu Tian discovered a paradoxical problem, he cultivated by opening the coffin, that is, absorbing the breath of evil qi that had brewed out of the coffin and had not yet been absorbed by the corpse.

If he chooses to control the corpse, then he will have to give up his cultivation, no, it should be said that he will reduce the speed of cultivation.

On the contrary, if he chooses to cultivate, the skill of corpse control will be very weak.

"It's really chicken, the cultivation is a low-level corpse, and the control is too much to occupy space, just like this Nong Rongwei!"

"If the cultivation is high, it is a waste if you don't control your cultivation, and if you don't control your cultivation, it seems to be a waste!"

"Oh my God, what did I do wrong? You're going to play me like this? ”

Wu Tian felt that it was better to cultivate.

After all, controlling the corpse is an external force, and if your own strength goes up, you still control Nima's corpse?

"Bang~"

Nong Rongwei's coffin was opened.

"Puff~"

Evil breath gushed out.

Wu Tian absorbs.

Now he has reached the first level of the Dao platform, although the cultivation is not the Dao platform, but the strength has been reached after all.

Behind the platform is to break the void, derive the way, and cut the karma.

The Derivation Realm is the information given by the Heavenly Secret.

Cutting the industry, Wu Tian heard Ao Kun and their self-registration number before.

Wu Tian, who had absorbed the evil qi, opened his eyes, but unfortunately continued to cultivate, and now, it is time to study this coffin of cultivation!

"Moyue~"

When he asked Mo Yue in case of indecision, Wu Tian had already developed this habit very well.

"Boom~"

The spatial rift unfolds, and the ink moon arrives.

"What?"

I thought something was going on again, Mo Yue's movements were very fast.

"My platform, something is wrong!" Wu Tian pointed to his head and said.