Seeing that the coffin fell heavily, Lin Mochen's heart was relieved. The ochre-colored coffin emitted a burst of dazzling light on him, and Lin Mochen suddenly disappeared in place. The ground that had been washed away by the storm was slowly recovering, and the ground that had been trampled by Lin Mochen was also slowly pulling up.

And between the two coffins, a raunchy figure suddenly appeared. The clothes on his body are ragged, but they do not seem to be worn out, they seem to be uncovered, but they cannot see the face clearly, and he holds a long strip in his hand, which seems to be curved and straight, the material is not gold, silver, or wood, but it looks like the roots of an old tree.

"This is interesting! I have guarded you for hundreds of millions of years, but you have ignored you; I have studied you for tens of millions of years, and you have nothing to do with the gods, mysteries, demons, underworlds, and spirits; and I have consulted countless classics, and there is not the slightest trace of you. As soon as this little guy came, you raised the momentum of thunder, and as a result, you lost your troops and were bruised all over your body. Now, it is estimated that you will have hundreds of millions of years of good cultivation. However, the old man is going to take advantage of the danger today!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man's clothes fluttered, and his invisible momentum pressed against the cracked coffin. The coffin, which seemed to be about to burst, did not move at all, and still stood quietly.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes widened angrily, and his loose hair flew up in the air, revealing a childish face full of vicissitudes;

"Duh!" he shouted, and the long strip stabbed straight towards the coffin, but there seemed to be countless worlds collapsing in the middle of the bar.

The imposing strip gently pressed against the coffin, and all the momentum vanished, and the cracks on the coffin did not increase or decrease.

"Hmph!" a low, muffled sound came from the coffin, and it was calm again.

The old man embarrassedly put away his outstretched right hand, and when he didn't make a move, the long strip disappeared into his hand. Instead appeared in the hand is a jar.

"The old man invites you to drink, forget it if you don't give face, you don't like a fart. After saying that, he shook his head, as if he was very dissatisfied, and then raised his head and took a big sip.

If there are three people, the old man sits on the ground, his clothes hanging down. The old man held the wine jar in his right hand, looked at the ochre-colored coffin suspended in the air, and his eyes turned and stard, and finally left a little hazy, as if he was drunk.

"Old man, what is the origin of this guy, which caused you to make such a big fuss. The old man did not turn his head, but asked in a loud voice.

"Oops! I haven't spoken in a long time. You're all confused, you guy is healing. The old man has practiced for countless years, but he has reached the road of no progress. When I came here, I thought there was a supreme secret, but I was trapped here, and I had to leave for hundreds of millions of years and became this tomb keeper. I thought it was a dead end, but now the door of my life has been opened, and I can leave in a few days. ”

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes were clear, and there was turmoil in the air.

"He's my life!"

The old man's mind spread to the coffin where Lin Mochen was.

But it was said that Lin Mochen, who was led back by the coffin, was lying in the coffin, familiar and peaceful, and he lost consciousness after a while, but the exercises in his body did not stop, and he was three points faster. The moon essence in the body and the black qi that had just been absorbed jumped up, constantly flowing in the body, the whiteness of the bones became more and more transparent, and the skin and flesh also swelled, no longer dry and thin. And the most amazing thing was that Lin Mochen's heart beat again, and the obscure blood on his body slowly turned bright red.

Just after Lin Mochen's canine teeth returned to normal teeth, the black qi and the moon essence were also intertwined, condensed into a gossip shape, and finally merged into Lin Mochen's heart, which seemed to cease to exist.

But he said that the old man's investigation surprised him.

"Everywhere I go, there is nothingness. The old man looked at the palatial coffin and felt a few points in his heart.

For the old men and zombies who have achieved cultivation, time is the least valuable. The former is beyond the shackles of life, and the latter itself is not in the five elements of yin and yang. The zombies come out at sunset, the sun rises, the stars move again, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye. The ochre-colored coffin suspended in the air finally moved.

"It turns out it's called the Coffin of Silence!" Lin Mochen, who was lying flat, suddenly appeared in the air, and the coffin carrying him still disappeared.

Lin Mochen, who opened his eyes, raised his body and landed on his feet naturally.

"Is it you?" Seeing the old man who appeared in front of him, Lin Mochen was nervous. The hands are naturally clenched, and the muscles of the body are tense.

"Don't be nervous, little one. The guy you fought with was there. The old man waved his hand, then pointed to the coffin, which was still cracked.

Lin Mochen didn't relax in the slightest, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the coffin. Lin Mochen suddenly felt very magical, he feared death for twenty or thirty years, and after death, he became a zombie, and he took his coffin to fight with other zombies.

It's so daring!

It's a bizarre encounter!

It's good to win, or it's going to be ashes. It is said that zombies have no soul and do not even have a chance to be reincarnated after death.

"Then who are you?" Lin Mochen, who came back to his senses, looked at the old man nervously again.

"I'm a grave keeper. ”

"There are coffins everywhere here, there are no burials, there are no monuments, where are the graves. You don't deceive me. Lin Mochen felt that the old man was not sincere, and Yizhuang was Yizhuang, and he was also a tomb keeper.

"The monument is there. The old man pointed to the location of the mountain.

"Is that a tombstone?" Lin Mochen was a little dumbfounded, the mountain that was so high was actually the tombstone here. Although he was surprised, Lin Mochen still believed it. It is true that there are few mountains that are so square.

"But that's too big, isn't it?"

"Is it big? But it's 10,000 feet high, 1,000 feet long, and 100 feet thick. ”

"It's not that big. Lin Mochen was a little weak, and Mount Everest in his previous life was only a quarter of the height of this tombstone.

"Is that the guy's tombstone?"

"Yes and no. That's the tombstone for all of you. ”

"Everyone...... Lin Mochen muttered, "That's not big." ”

"That's right, there are tens of millions of people here, all of them rely on that monument. ”

"How can there be so many people here?By the way, what do you call it?" Lin Mochen felt that his question was about to be solved.

"I forgot the name, it's been hundreds of millions of years. It's good for you to call me Mu Lao. The old man grinned, like a kind old man next door.

"Old Tomb?" Lin Mochen thought that the old man was unwilling to tell him by his real name, so he casually took a nickname, which was also a fitting image, and he was a little dumbfounded, "It's been hundreds of millions of years, one in ten years, and it's not much." ”

Some of the coffins in this coffin were created by heaven and earth, and some were made by craftsmen by accident and summoned by the tombstone. ”

"In this way, the coffins inside are spiritual, and there are certain rules in them. Lin Mochen's heart was intertwined with all kinds of feelings, and he couldn't find his master for a while.

"That's right, it's the rules of the Tomb of the Fallen. The so-called rules of loneliness ......" Mu Lao did not continue to ask Lin Mochen questions, but said to himself: "Loneliness means death, but its rules are illusory, and countless supernatural beings cannot comprehend or calculate, not even the slightest clue. But the rules of loneliness are condensed here, creating this lonely place. In this lonely land, the tomb of loneliness is the core. ”

"The essence of the Tomb of Silence is in the coffin of Silence, which is my coffin. Lin Mochen muttered.

"Yes, the Coffin of Silence is indeed the heart of the Tomb of Silence, but it is not your coffin. Mu Lao denied it.

"No, my coffin is indeed the coffin of loneliness, he told me himself. Lin Mochen summoned his coffin.

"You can only call it a spare coffin. ”

"Isn't that a spare tire?" Lin Mochen's head was full of 10,000 grasses, and he started his career as a spare tire before he liked a certain girl.

"You're not wrong to understand that. A long time ago, when the Immortal Court had not been established and the Divine Dao had not yet emerged, there were countless cultivators in heaven and earth. Although the immortal path is successful, there are many resources in the world, so all kinds of snatching and killing are in order to go further and dominate the world. Mu Lao's gaze became deep and abnormal, as if he wanted to chase far away to eternity.

"Then a good piece of the world was destroyed. Lin Mochen said with weak contempt, it was written in the novel.

"How could it be. Mu Lao said solemnly: "If the heavens and the earth are destroyed, how can we still exist? But at that time, the heavens and the earth were in chaos, murderous and wild, and corpses were everywhere. Until that day, the sky was blood-red, thousands of thunderbolts raged, the mountains shook, the laws swayed, countless immortals fell, countless corpses broke through the ground, knelt down, and the heaven and earth gathered out of the tomb of loneliness, and then formed this lonely land. ”

"Such a cow*. Lin Mochen looked at the tombstone, his eyes shining with money.

"The dead qi between heaven and earth was absorbed and clarity was restored. But the killing didn't stop there, and a more intense snatch unfolded. ”

"What to rob? This tombstone?"

"Yes. Countless great supernatural beings gathered in this lonely place, and the battle was darkened, and all the great supernatural beings fell inside. As a result, the location of the Tomb of the Fallen has been erased, and only one of the great psychics who has not participated in the war knows about it. ”

"Everyone is dead, how do you know that you are still here?" Lin Mochen felt that there was a big fool in front of him, a big fool who made up stories.

Mu Lao seemed to be addicted to storytelling and didn't pay attention to Lin Mochen. "Later, the Great Avatar used supreme power to take the Coffin of Silence from the Tomb of Silence and established the Heavenly Court to suppress the Coffin of Silence. The Tomb of the Fallen Fall, which had lost its coffin, fell silent, but there was no one who could descend here and leave safely. After countless years of losing the Coffin of Silence, the Tomb of Silence has summoned back your coffin - the new Coffin of Silence. However, he is nowhere near as good as the previous coffin. ”

"Have you seen the Coffin of Silence before?"

"How is it possible, that coffin has been suppressed in the depths of the Heavenly Court, not only has there been countless prohibitions, but also supreme immortals guarding it. Even the Tomb of Silence cannot recall it, and I, the grave keeper who is bound here, can see him for half a minute. ”

"Wait!"