A month ago.

The canyon was a mess, and the earth was torn and twisted like a ravaged blanket.

The mountain on one side also collapsed, and the rubble piled up on half of the canyon.

The thick miasma in the valley has long been completely blown away by the strength of the fight, and the grass plants have been completely stripped off the ground and scattered around.

"Haha...... Haha......"

Xiahou Sheng, whose body had been frozen, was leaning on the black coffin, and was laughing from the sky, laughing wantonly and unrestrained.

"Daoji, I can't imagine it! A dignified Daoji monk actually died here, and with the Qingfeng Sword as a companion, my Xiahou Sheng is not worth his life!"

However, he saw that not far from him, the head of Daoji Monk Wen Mingyu had been pierced by the Heavenly Sword, and he had completely lost his vitality.

And Sun Heng, whose huge body was also crumbling, looked down at his chest, his eyes were full of helplessness and sadness.

The final blow of the Qingfeng Sword, although he avoided the danger of hanging his head, the sword light pierced his chest.

At the mouth of his heart, a fist-sized hole was transparent from front to back, and even the shattered heart fragments inside could be seen.

"Peng!"

Sun Heng's feet were weak, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Sect Master Xiahou. ”

He slowly closed his eyes, and there was some helplessness and unwillingness in his tone: "There is not only Wen Mingyu here, but also below, I hope you don't dislike it." ”

He was first pierced through his stomach by the Qingfeng Sword, injuring his five organs, and then being pierced through his heart, cutting off his vitality.

At this point, there is no help!

Although he is strong and his control of the physical body is even more amazing, it is impossible to repair the pierced heart!

"Brother Sun. ”

At this time, Xiahou Sheng had already put life and death out of the way.

At the moment, he turned his head slightly, and looked at Sun Heng with a look of surprise: "You...... Is it a demon?"

Sun Heng is now eight meters tall, his eyes are red, his fangs are bulging, and his body is full of evil energy.

It doesn't look like a human being!

Sun Heng shook his head: "It's just a bad body." ”

"I thought it was just a phantom. ”

Xiahou Sheng's eyes flashed, and he said, "Now it seems that this exercise seems to have another way. ”

"So what?"

Sun Hengqiang propped himself up and said in a muffled voice: "Until now, Sect Master Xiahou is still in the mood to explore these?"

"yes!"

Xiahou Sheng raised his head and looked at the sky above the canyon.

Under the white clouds floating, his excited eyes gradually became confused, and they revealed a deep sadness and unwillingness.

"It's good to be alive. ”

"I've never found out before that this day is so beautiful, and it seems that I won't get bored of watching it here for a day. ”

He smiled lightly and said, "Brother Sun will have time in the future, and he will definitely see more of the world for me." ”

"What does Sect Master Xiahou mean?"

Sun Heng's broken heart suddenly picked, and he couldn't help but look sideways at Xiahou Sheng.

Xiahou Sheng didn't answer, but stroked the black coffin beside him with one hand, and said slowly: "Brother Sun, do you know, how long has our Heavenly Corpse Sect been inherited?"

"I don't know. ”

Sun Heng shook his head.

"I don't know. ”

Xiahou Sheng grinned: "But as far as I know, since the beginning of the appearance of writing in ancient times, there have been records of our Heavenly Corpse Sect!"

"Hmm!"

Sun Heng's eyes were raised, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "The inheritance of the Heavenly Corpse Sect has been so long?"

Just Dayong has been established for 2,000 years.

In front of it, there have been countless changes of dynasties, and even those who specialize in exploring the past of the previous dynasty do not know how far civilization can go back.

After so many years, it is not an exaggeration to say that the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and it is not an exaggeration to say that a single martial arts sect can last for so long.

It's incredible!

Xiahou Sheng smiled smugly and said, "Brother Sun, do you know why?"

Sun Heng arched his hand: "I want to hear it in detail." ”

"Because of it!"

Xiahou Sheng stretched out his hand and patted the black coffin beside him, his hand was weak and weak, and his face was complicated: "This thing is here, and the inheritance of the Heavenly Corpse Sect is there." ”

"This coffin ......"

Hearing this, Sun Heng's eyes shrank, and he couldn't help but seriously look at the black coffin again.

The coffin was completely black, and it was cut down and ravaged by the Qingfeng Sword, and it was already covered in bruises, and it looked tattered and inconspicuous.

But with Sun Heng's eyesight, he instantly noticed its changes.

"It's healing!"

The cracks and cracks on the black coffin were actually different from not long ago, the cracks became lighter and the cracks became smaller, although they happened extremely slowly, they couldn't escape Sun Heng's eyes.

"That's right. ”

Xiahou Sheng nodded lightly and said, "This black coffin, no matter how much trauma it has suffered, will heal slowly. Even if it is baked to ashes in a blazing fire, it will reappear in a hundred years!"

"And once someone enters this coffin, they can get the inheritance of our Heavenly Corpse Sect!"

"It's a pity that the inheritance in the black coffin only appears once in a few decades, and it can't be spoken, so the Heavenly Corpse Sect has never been able to flourish. ”

"No dictation!"

Sun Heng frowned: "What is the reason?"

"I don't know. ”

Xiahou Sheng shook his head, with a strange light in his eyes: "But the inheritance technique of our Heavenly Corpse Sect is by no means slightly weaker than the so-called Immortal Sect Demon Sect. It's a pity that the disciples of the Heavenly Corpse Sect in the past generations have never been able to cultivate the exercises to the realm of Dao Ji. ”

In fact, two thousand years ago, when the Demon Sect of the Immortal Sect had not yet appeared, the people of the Heavenly Corpse Sect did not know what the Dao Ji realm in their own exercises meant!

It is also because of this that Xiahou Sheng is so persistent in wanting to get Tsukidan.

The role of Tsukidan, for him, is far more than just achieving Daoji.

"But ......"

His voice paused slightly, and he looked at Sun Heng's eyes again, which was already shining: "With Brother Sun's potential, there is great hope, if Brother Sun accepts the inheritance of my sect, maybe the revitalization of the Heavenly Corpse Sect is just around the corner." ”

"Me?"

Sun Heng stretched out his hand and pointed to his chest, shaking his head helplessly: "I'm afraid that it will be the hope of the Xiahou Sect Master." ”

"Hey......

Xiahou Sheng grinned, and his smile was weird: "Brother Sun, the inheritance of my sect is closely connected with this immortal black coffin, but it happens from time to time that the middle heir is killed and does not leave a last word. ”

"In this case, who do you think will take the initiative to enter the black coffin and accept the inheritance?"

Sun Heng's eyes froze, and he opened his mouth word by word: "Dead man!"

Who but the dead will have nothing to lie in the coffin?

"Not bad!"

Xiahou Sheng nodded and said in a muffled voice: "The coffin is to put the dead, but as long as the dead person still has a trace of life, it can be restored in this black coffin." ”

Not all dead people are really dead!

Sometimes a person's breathing stagnates and his heart stops beating, but there is still a glimmer of life left.

This is where the method of the living dead comes from.

It's just that for most people, once they stop breathing, they are hopeless.

Xiahou Sheng continued to speak with complicated eyes: "In the next year, he was seriously injured, and he was thrown into this coffin by his master, and he got the inheritance and worshiped under the door of the Heavenly Corpse Sect. ”

Sun Heng still had questions: "Then why didn't Sect Master Xiahou go in again?"

"Not all injuries in the black coffin can be repaired. ”

Xiahou Sheng smiled indifferently: "Moreover, to repair the injury, the Taiyin Qi in the black coffin is used, and that thing is useless to me." ”

"But you're different!"

He stared at Sun Heng and said, "You have never entered the black coffin, you can still give it a try, Brother Sun is willing to believe me?"

Sun Heng was silent, then forced a laugh, and said, "So far, what else do I have that I can't trust Sect Master Xiahou?"

"That's good!"

Xiahou Sheng pushed with one hand and pointed the black coffin directly at Sun Heng: "Although the Heavenly Corpse Sect has been passed down from generation to generation, there are no rules, and those who have entered the black coffin in the past generations can call themselves the people of the Heavenly Corpse Sect." If Brother Sun is unwilling to join the sect, it doesn't matter, as long as he leaves a successor for the Heavenly Corpse Sect in the future. ”

"Also, remember, after you have received the inheritance, you must not stay in the black coffin for a long time, otherwise you will really die. ”

"And even turn into a zombie!"

"Another ......"

After a pause, he continued to speak: "If Brother Sun passes by Pinghu Mountain in Zhongzhou, I will trouble you to bury my body in the back mountain. ”

When it comes to Pinghu Mountain, Xiahou Sheng's eyes are already lonely, obviously there are some unknown things about his past there.

Sun Heng arched his hand: "If you are lucky enough to survive in Xia, you will definitely live up to the trust of the Xiahou Sect Master!"

"Good, good!"

Xiahou Sheng nodded and chuckled twice at Sun Heng.

The next moment, the throbbing vitality in his eyes suddenly extinguished and disappeared.

And his body was also completely wrapped in a layer of frost.

Sun Heng was stunned for a moment, and then sighed softly.

After half a ring, the bodies of Xiahou Sheng and Wen Mingyu were put into the black coffin by Sun Heng.

Of course, in order to ensure that Wen Mingyu was dead, Sun Heng gave him a few more blows.

But the strange thing is that even if two corpses are put in, the inside of the black coffin still looks the same as before.

"Peng!"

On the side of the Weishui River not far from the canyon, Sun Heng lifted the black coffin and threw it into the water.

Then he jumped into the black coffin with the lid of the coffin.

............

Luzhou, the county seat of Shi'an County.

"Qing'er, I'm really wronged, Brother Meng's death has nothing to do with me!"

The caravan guard Luo Jin stopped Qing'er in the backyard holding a tray with a few dishes and drinks, and his face was flattering: "You must believe me, tell Miss, don't let her listen to other people's slander." ”

"Whether it's true or not, Miss herself will tell. ”

Qing'er's face was gloomy, and she snorted softly at Luo Jin: "At that time, many people saw what you did, how to explain it, you should think about it yourself!"

She was about to walk with the food, but the other party grabbed her sleeve and almost spilled the wine.

"What are you doing!"

"Qing'er. ”

Luo Jin's face furrowed, and he smiled dryly: "I don't mind what others think of me, but Qing'er, you can't wronged me, you know, I'm sincere to you." ”

As he spoke, he leaned forward and was about to lean towards the other party, and at the same time, with a flick of his wrist, something unknown was quietly sprinkled on those drinks and dishes.

"You stop?"

Qing'er's face changed, and she immediately took a step back, and her voice was even higher: "Luo Jin, I warn you, if you dare to mess around, I will go back and tell Miss." ”

"You let go!"

She shook her sleeves and said angrily: "I still have to send food to my seniors, and I don't have time to care about your chores!"

"You ......"

Luo Jin's face changed slightly, and he opened his mouth for a moment, but finally let go of his hand and took a step back helplessly.

"Good, good!"

He raised his hands and said with a smile: "Then Qing'er, you go and get busy, I'll go to Miss first." ”

"Humph!"

Qing'er snorted coldly and said, "Miss is entertaining guests, but I don't have time to see you!"

After saying that, he twisted his body and walked towards the house in the distance.

Behind her, Luo Jin's smile changed suddenly, a cruel look flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his hand, he also put away a medicine bag between his sleeves that he didn't know when to speak.