The night wind was forested, especially next to this extremely fierce skeleton, Mingyue followed closely behind Jiang Mad who was not aware of it in front, and gradually, getting closer and closer to the dirt pit.

Suddenly, Mingyue's eyes widened, and under the light, the coffin in the pit was slowly opening, and he was shocked and stepped forward to pull the sleeve of his senior brother.

only heard a "bang", Jiang Mad's pajamas were torn open, and he still walked forward unconsciously.

Mingyue was in a hurry, and she stepped forward to hug him, but suddenly froze in place, as if she was frozen, Qiu Li tried, and sure enough, she couldn't move at all, and she couldn't even open her mouth to make a sound.

This is probably a fragment of the past, a history that cannot be tampered with, and Akiri's heart is clear, and she is curious about the next development.

She hadn't seen Jiang Mad on the train before entering this hidden dungeon, so this time, he shouldn't be in danger of his life.

She looked at this small world from the perspective of God, and suddenly found that it was not that Mingyue couldn't move, but that everything stopped except for the coffin in the dirt pit and Jiang Madness.

The wind also stopped, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the strands of hair scattered in front of Mingyue's forehead, maintaining a strange angle and floating in the air.

Time stands still?

The lid of the coffin under the earthen kang was finally opened, and Jiang Mad walked all the way down the passage dug by the workers, and a tall skeleton sat up in the coffin, and its hand bones were indeed longer than normal people.

Jiang Mad walked to the coffin, and suddenly stopped, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked around with a blank look on his face.

His voice rang out, "Am I dreaming? You are the spokesperson of the Nether Nightmare Flame who just guided me in my dreams, walking on earth? ”

A strange voice rang out, the skeleton had no vocal cords, it was his bones that made the sound, "It's me." ”

"So, you said in your dream that you summoned me to help me?"

"The Dao of mankind has perished, and it is impossible to seek revenge with your ability."

"I can lay out my own layout and take revenge slowly, why do you want to help me?" Jiang Madness asked coldly.

"I'm already dead, when I walk in the world of Nightmare Flames, I can only get 300 years of life, and the bureau I painstakingly laid out is blocked by the way of heaven, but you are different, your cause and effect is simple, I will avenge you, and you will bear the cause and effect for me......"

Jiang Mad was about to answer, when the voice of the skeleton sounded again: "You can follow me, I will take you to see this world, you have been looking for it hard, but you have never found the Tao." ”

Jiang Mad stared at the skeleton sitting in the coffin and asked, "Why should I believe you." ”

"Look around, it's just you and me, how can you do it? The Tao is like a mountain and a sea, you only have to fur, and you mortal eyes have long been unable to see the true appearance of this world. ”

Qiu Li stared at the skeleton below, something was wrong, this skeleton was tempting Jiang Mad, if he really had the ability, he wouldn't need to make such a big effort to set up this inexplicable game.

"How did you find out about me?"

He didn't tell his fellow disciples about the tragic death of Jiang Mad daughter, and he walked around and collected a lot of information by doing things, but in the vast sea of people and the scattered enemies, his revenge alone was extremely difficult.

"The Tao is omnipotent, and it's just a small thing."

Jiang Mad hesitated for a moment and asked, "What do you want me to do?" ”

"Take me out of here......" The skeleton's voice carried a charm, Jiang Mad's eyes were confused for a moment, and then instantly sober.

The skeleton said in a regretful voice: "Your qualification, if it was a few hundred years ago, it would definitely be a good seedling for everyone to compete for, but unfortunately, in this world now, no matter how hard you cultivate, it is just a mirror." ”

Seeing that Jiang Mad took a step back, the skeleton seemed to be retreating, and he was unwilling to hide it anymore, and suddenly stood up from the coffin.

The skeleton was tall, but it floated to Jiang Mad's side as if it had no weight, "Are you afraid that I will be treacherous?" I can swear by Heaven. ”

"I'm just wondering, since your ability is so strong, why do you want me, an ordinary man, to take you out, I want to listen to the truth, if there is a lie, the way of heaven is above, so that everything you ask for will not be obtained."

Jiang has been immersed in the Dao for decades, and he is not a newcomer, and it is impossible to trust others for these few words, but he knows that what cultivators are most afraid of is the oath, and the content of the oath is not important, the important thing is not to disobey one's heart.

The skeleton froze in place, and finally let out a long sigh, his voice coming from the bones with a strange and terrifying aura.

"I killed too much, on the train before, there was no one who matched me, the roots and bones couldn't bear my strength, they all died, although the Heavenly Dao is dead, but the thunder is still there, if I don't hide back in my magic circle, I will be destroyed."

"But you're different, your bones are so good, you're probably my only hope of returning to the world."

After the skeleton finished saying this, he took out the piece of iron that he had been holding in his hand and handed it to Jiang Mad and said, "Forget it, I will pass on this formation and the bell to you, and the promotion of the Dao Law depends on you." ”

Jiang Mad stared at the iron piece of the formation in his hand, the brilliance on the iron sheet was circulating, the formation had been activated, Jiang Mad 's expression was stunned, and after a while, he reached out and grabbed the iron piece in his hand.

He bent down to put the bell in the coffin into his pocket, and the skeleton jumped into the coffin of its own accord.

He looked down at the bones, muttered in a very soft voice, and after a few minutes, the coffin closed.

He walked up the road he had come.

He walked up to Mingyue and suddenly said, "Let's go." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mingyue's forehead suddenly moved, the wisps of hair fell, his eyes were closed, and with Jiang Mad's pace, he walked towards the movable board room behind him, and it didn't take long for him to return to the bed, pull up the quilt, and continue to sleep.

The next morning, everyone woke up, washed up, changed the robes and crowns, and the ritual of praying for blessings and disasters began.

It was obviously the noon sun, but there was no heat at all when it hit the body, and only Jiang Mad was casting a spell at the prayer scene, and after a while, the coffin began to shake violently, and there was a faint thunder in the sky.

The sunlight was instantly covered by dark clouds, and a moment later, the lid of the coffin was suddenly lifted, and the bones inside rushed out.

The people at the scene couldn't escape, and after a while, the corpses on the excavation site were scattered all over the field, and only one staff member escaped.

Jiang Mad was extremely remorseful, voluntarily left Qingping Mountain, and after returning to the vulgar, he also applied for a new identity certificate, and since then he has lost his trace.

After the excavation site was sealed with layers of iron sheets, a seal was affixed and no one was allowed to inspect it.

Qiu Li's body seemed to be poked open a soap bubble, she fell from the air, her feet were still the wild grass in the mountains and forests, the night was hazy, and the "black black feather" in her hand was still in her hand.

She looked in a trance, like a dream.

The night wind blew and the tips of her hair were blown away, and she slowly stood up, looking at the gap that the iron sheet on her side had finally fallen.

The gap was dark, overgrown with weeds, and the soil pit in her memory had been refilled, and she looked at it through the perspective of the "Black Black Feather", and suddenly a trace of sadness was born in her heart.

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