I saw that the coffin was filled with turquoise medicinal soup, and the water surface was still bubbling and bubbling.

A man in a golden helmet and armor was lying on the water, his eyes closed and motionless.

This man's face is well-defined, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his body exudes a distant and sacred aura, which makes people dare not have the slightest blasphemy.

Is he the legendary immortal general?

The first time we saw the real immortal body, several of us couldn't help but widen our eyes, looking at the generals in the coffin, and we didn't dare to breathe.

The immortal had been lying in the coffin for five hundred years, but his face had not changed in the slightest, and his breathing was smooth, as if he had fallen asleep.

In this way, maybe it won't be long before he comes back to life!

"Old man, it's time to change the potion."

Tuoba Jun seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and said a word to the coffin, then stepped forward and squatted down, found a raised part at the bottom of the coffin, and immediately pressed it hard.

Suddenly, a gap appeared at the bottom of the coffin, and the residue of the potion inside flowed out along the gap.

"Senior, do you need us to do something?"

I thought that it was a little inappropriate for me to stand here stupidly all this time, so I took the initiative to ask Tuoba Jun.

"Go and help me bring the medicine pot from the cave in front of me."

Takubajun said to me as he cleaned up the residue of the medicine.

"No problem."

I nodded, and was about to turn away, but I had only taken two steps before I stopped.

But at the entrance of the cave, a group of people appeared at some point, looking at us with great interest.

A man on the left, dressed in a white robe, with a gloomy complexion, holding a long sword in each hand, full of evil spirit.

On the right is a lama in a purple robe, with his hands folded and chanting the Buddha's name, looking like a devout monk.

Standing in the middle was a man in his forties, dressed in coarse linen clothes and with a full beard, a simple farmer.

However, I soon noticed that he was wearing a pair of turquoise gloves on his left hand, and that his palm was more than two or three times larger than that of a normal person, so he was certainly not mortal.

Behind these three men, there were more than twenty men in different costumes and armed weapons, staring at us with fierce eyes.

"Who are you?"

After feeling the unkind look cast on the other side, I couldn't help but clench the Martial King Whip and asked in a cold voice.

"Boy, we don't even know, it's really unheard, get out of the way!"

The man in the white robe on the left shouted coldly at me.

"Brother Dugu, you can't lose your temper with a nobody, we have found the body of an immortal, we should be happy!"

The man with the cyan gloves in the middle said absently.

"Brother Yin is very right, it will take a few months, and we can be regarded as stepping on iron shoes and finding nowhere to go, so it takes no effort to get there."

The white-robed man also laughed: "I always thought that Kunlun still had the body of an immortal left just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true!" ”

"Thanks to Master Lotus's prediction like a god, as long as you follow the purple-clothed real person, you will find out."

"Good, good."

At this time, the monk who had been silently reciting the Buddha's name also folded his hands and spoke lightly.

"The poor monk has been sleeping at night for the past few months, deducing the location of the immortal's body, and now he has finally found the right master, which can be regarded as a painstaking effort of the poor monk."

"Two donors, let's say that the head and clothes of this immortal will belong to the poor monk."

The man in the middle nodded and said, "This is nature, Master Lotus is the greatest hero who has found the body of an immortal, and naturally the master must take the lead in choosing." ”

As he spoke, the man looked at the white-robed man next to him again: "Brother Dugu, the master has already chosen the head and clothes, then I will have my hands and torso, how about it?" ”

The white-robed man seemed a little unwilling, but after thinking for a moment, he nodded.

"Okay, who called you a big brother, then the remaining legs will belong to me, and no one should rob me!"

"Shut up!"

Just when the three of them were still arguing about how to distribute the immortal's body, the purple-clothed real person, who had not spoken, couldn't hold back.

"You wicked people, you actually follow the deity, and you still want to divide the body of the immortals, who gave you the courage!"

"Let me tell you, the Kunlun Immortal Clan is the ancestor of my Kunlun Sect, and none of you want to take away this immortal body!"

In the face of the stern warning of the purple-clothed real person, the man in the middle smiled unconcernedly.

"Purple-clothed Zhenren, I heard that when you were in retreat and cultivating not long ago, you lost most of your cultivation due to the backlash bloodline, and you lost most of your cultivation, right?"

"Now that our three wicked people have gathered, and we have more than twenty brothers, what are your chances of winning?"

The white-robed man reminded: "Brother Yin, aren't there a few helpers next to the purple-clothed real person, we can't underestimate them." ”

The man in the middle smiled: "Hehe, these are just purple-clothed outer disciples, not enough to worry about, but the old man." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to Tuoba Jun, who had a flat face: "Have you seen the copper coffin he carried, it weighs at least thousands of pounds, and it shouldn't be a good stubble." ”

The white-robed man said in wonder: "You're right, this old man looks like he should have some strength, but our brothers have been in the Western Xinjiang for so many years, why have we never heard of such a number one person?" ”

"Hey, what's this, the western territory is vast and sparsely populated, and some guys like to hide in a ravine and make some things by themselves, which is not a very common thing."

The man in the middle said with a smile.

"That's right,"

The white-robed man nodded: "Anyway, there are so many of us today, even if we add that old man on the other side, there is absolutely no chance of winning, this immortal body must be ours!" ”

When the three of them were discussing how to distribute the immortal bodies, I also took the opportunity to ask the purple-clothed real person what the origin of these people was.

After a brief description of the real person in purple, I have an understanding of the origin of these people.

Most of the people in the yin and yang world have their own sects and organizations, such as the Ma family in the north, the yin and yang associations formed by many sects in the south, and even the various folk sects, all of which have their own main halls, branch halls, and a complete set of institutional precepts.

In addition, there are also some Xuanmen people who walk yin and yang, who do not have their own sects and organizations, and have been wandering the rivers and lakes, and the four seas are their homes.

And there are three main sources of these Xuanmen people.

The first type of people originally had their own sect and teacher, but because they violated the precepts of the sect, they were driven out and scattered among the people.

The second type of person is gifted, able to deal with ghosts and gods since childhood, and continues to develop his talents as adults, and has his own unique method of dealing with ghosts and ghosts.