"What's wrong?"

"I seem to be thinking wrong. ”

“......”

Xia Xun was right, but suddenly he seemed to have discovered something omission, and he immediately frowned.

Mo Xian rarely met Xia Xun when he miscalculated, it was obvious that the current situation had already had a certain impact on Xia Xun, otherwise he would not have been able to detect his mistake immediately. It's like trying to calculate a number, and a miscalculation will lead to a deviation in the result, but as long as you check it once, you can basically find the omission. So Mo Xian didn't bother Xia Xun, but asked him to quietly re-deduce the logic in his mind.

After about half a moment, Xia Xun's mouth moved again.

"Senior brother. ”

"Huh?"

"I think you're right. ”

"Corpses are not human, injuries are not flesh and blood, soullessness and ignorance are the root of their diseases. The fetish that heals flesh and blood should not have any effect on their consciousness growth. The fundamental reason why evil qi can give birth to consciousness is that evil qi originates from a kind of sublimation of the ontology of living beings, which is a kind of mutated grafting relationship, just like the breath and spirit of people. Therefore, in order to conceive the basic condition for the corpse to perfect consciousness, the origin of that medicine must come from the spiritual qi of human transformation. Just like the water in these sinks behind us and the rain falling in the sky, they all originate from the combination of Gongjiang dragon qi and yin corpse evil qi, and they originate from the return of people to people, so that the most basic human knowledge can be born. And the dragon and phoenix are ancient divine beasts, although the essence and blood contain strong vitality, but it can't meet the basic conditions of this person in the first place, so it can't be it, this thing has another mystery. ”

"What do you think is the mystery?"

"It depends on the subject, after all, he is the patient. ”

"How's the elixir?"

"I'm not sure, but at least I'm sure it's a transcendent being, even if it's no worse than the dragon and phoenix essence blood. Otherwise, it would be impossible for those three senior uncles and ancestors to spend so much effort to brew a coffin with tens of millions of corpses. ”

Xia Xun's analysis was very profound, and Mo Xian didn't fully understand the logic of Xia Xun's temporary organization for a while.

His indifferent gaze shifted from the scarlet glow on the coffin to the two ferocious monsters kneeling under the altar, and Mo Xian asked coldly, "Do you want to open the coffin?"

"Yes. Xia Xun didn't think about it, and answered definitely one word.

"How?"

"Uh..."

Mo Xian suddenly asked, Xia Xun really couldn't answer.

Thinking about it, he had only focused on analyzing the breath that haunted him, but he had forgotten the most important thing at the moment.

Now that I think about it, he really doesn't have much confidence at all...

According to what the hunchbacked old man said last night, there are two monsters under the altar that have the equivalent of the body of the king realm, no matter how strong Mo Xian is, it is only in the middle of the apocalypse, and the enemy of the apocalypse is originally a chasm, and there is one enemy and two, the gap between the two is undoubtedly the difference between heaven and earth, Xia Xun is unwilling to let Mo Xian take this risk. It's just that Xia Xun doesn't want to give up the things in the coffin. In the dark, he always felt that that thing belonged to him, and now that the possibility of dragon and phoenix essence blood was ruled out, he felt even more that it was a key to unlock his confusion for many years...

"Let me think again. ”

"Time is running out. ”

"I know. ”

“......”

Heavy rain is like an injection, the water flows into a stream, and the stream seeps into the red soil for ten miles.

The thunder was silent, and the ghost clouds rolled, looking down on all living beings.

The index finger lightly crossed the bridge of his nose, coiled the corner of his shirt, and sat down on the spot in the heavy rain.

The fuchsia mud stained his clothes, and he didn't even notice it. His eyes were engrossed, and he soon brewed an indescribably complex emotion, and looked at the sea of corpses in front of him in a daze. In fact, he knew that time was not running out, but that it was gone. The canyon has a total of more than 30 miles, and there are countless obstacles, when they come, they consume more than a day, and when they rest, how can they get it in two hours when they go back? Or rather, Xia Xun didn't plan to leave here before the sun set, he was determined to uncover the coffin.

The rain stream flows with the water, like a dream bubble.

Behind the two of them...

Between the troughs of the corpses, five figures hid under five umbrellas made of locust leaves, which in turn hid in the dim rain curtain. It's like five dark green grasses rooted in the purple-red soil. The wind and rain kept blowing on the umbrellas, and they couldn't move.

"I'm scared. ”

"When was he afraid?"

"I think he's thinking about how to break those two corpse kings. ”

"Could it be that he wants to turn over the coffin?!"

"What do you say?"

"Ahem, but I'm running out of time. ”

"Time is running out. ”

A dilapidated and decayed compass that exudes a faint glow. The silver-white sword pointed in the direction of the sea of corpses in front of him, and the three palace grids in the north and south were filled with scarlet blood light, and one grid was even red to black, which was extremely weird.

The old woman said: "With their speed, even if they retreat now, at most, they can only retreat to the corpse beast realm, and they can't pass the yin and yang realm." ”

"What should I do when it's dark?" asked the hunchbacked old man.

"Ahem, he has a good head, there should be a way to solve it, right?" asked the ninth old man worriedly.

"It's hard to say..."

The three scarlet blood lights swayed like flames in the wind, and the wisps of red flames bloomed from the palace grid like three ghost hands with teeth and claws, which were touching people's eyes. The old woman looked at the compass in her hand, and there was a hint of uneasiness in her deep eyes: "The difference is a thousand miles, the distance between the Apocalypse and the King Realm is too large, and the role of strategy under absolute force can almost be ignored, this time he should not be able to create a miracle." ”

"Not really, right?" the hunchbacked man stuttered in surprise.

The deep gaze moved from the compass to the old man, and the old woman asked seriously without answering: "Don't you think the breath inside that coffin is very familiar?"

"Huh?"

I don't know where the words began.

The hunchbacked old man was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and moved his eyes sideways, past the two figures inside and outside, and then crossed the sea of corpses, and finally fell on the altar in the center of the sea of corpses. He looked at it for a long time and shook his head silently: "I don't feel it." As he spoke, he withdrew his gaze, glanced at the other three old men beside him, and asked, "Do you feel familiar?"

The three old men also looked at the altar a few miles away and looked at it for a while. The ninth old man and the sixth old man both shook their heads one after another, making sure that they did not have a so-called sense of familiarity, only the old man in the second row did not nod or shake his head, not knowing what it meant.

When the hunchbacked old man saw this, he asked, "What about you, second child?"

The second old man retracted his gaze when he heard the voice, and moved his cheeks slightly noncommittally: "It seems to have a little feeling." ”

"Tsk, if there is, there will be nothing, what do you mean?" said the sixth old man impatiently.

The second old man said insincerely: "It seems that there is our pure yang breath." ”

"What?"

"Pure Yang Dao?"

"Won't it?"

"Ahem..."

The expressions of the other three old men were wonderful at once.

The ninth old man coughed incessantly, in disbelief: "Second brother, you're not mistaken, right?"

"That's right, our Chunyang is also a decent family, how can we get involved with this dirty thing?"

"You must be mistaken. ”

The second old man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he really didn't dare to be sure of the thoughts in his heart, he hesitated and said, "I also think I'm mistaken, but that thing is really a bit like our pure yang Dao." Besides, doesn't our eldest sister also have a familiar feeling? Senior sister, can you give me an explanation? ”

The four of them looked at the old woman casually, and the old woman seemed to have already prepared her words, and after a moment of silence, she spoke: "It is indeed our pure yang Dao rhyme breath, yes." But it's not just me who feels it, the two dolls in front of me should feel the same way as me, or even know more about the situation than me. ”

"Impossible, right?"

"Ahem, that's a bit of. ”

"You and the second brother are conscious, I can understand. But as far as the Tao of those two dolls is concerned, I can't detect the breath of the three of them, how can they be conscious?"

"Not true. ”

The three old men all looked incredulous.

The only two old men found a ray of light from the confusion in that moment, and a fine light suddenly floated out of his eyes, and he shook his head again and again and said, "No, no, we all thought of a fork." What Senior Sister said is reasonable, those two dolls may indeed know more about the situation than us. ”

"Why?" the sixth old man asked, puzzled.

The second old man glanced at the other three and said, "Have you forgotten why we are here? Although our Taoism is high, if we are familiar with pure yang, we can't compare to that doll if we add a few of us..."

"You say Mo Xian?"

"Yes. ”

"Tsk, yes..."

With such a reminder from the second old man, the thoughts of the other three old men jumped out in a daze.

There are some things they don't say because they don't need to mention them anymore, but they know the ins and outs from the bottom of their hearts. And now, once I think about it, the places that I didn't know about a moment ago have all been sorted out. It's just that there are some other things, and the second old man can't figure it out...

He asked the old woman softly, "Senior sister, it seems that something is still wrong." ”

"Do you want to ask the Xia family's doll?"

"Yes, it stands to reason that he shouldn't be aware of the presence of this breath. But how did I always feel that he seemed to be more anxious to uncover the coffin than Mo Xian?"

“......”

"Senior sister?"

The second old man's question made the old woman fall into deep thought for a long time, and the second old man, who couldn't wait for a long time to reply, shouted a few times before pulling her thoughts out of the silence. The old woman was not sure what she was thinking, and said slowly: "Perhaps, he understands the situation better than Mo Xian." ”

"Uh..."

The sixth old man frowned and asked, "How could he know more about the situation than Mo Xian?"

The old woman shook her head: "I don't know, it's just a hypothesis." ”

"Ahem, what if the assumption is true?" asked the Ninth Old Man.

The old woman pondered for a moment, opened her lips slightly, and said slowly in a faint voice: "Then I'm afraid it will really shock the world." ”

“......”

The sound is covered by wind and rain, and the locust leaves cannot cover the rain, and the rainwater leaks through the cracks, connecting into thin lines to water the clothes of the people in the umbrella. Question after question, closely interlocking assumptions and speculations, like waves in the sea crashing on a solitary sail.

shocked the world, a great phrase, and the old woman has used it to describe two things in the past few days. One is the canyon at your feet, and the other is an assumption about Xia Xun. If two things coincide, they weigh exactly the same, but they have a completely disproportionate mass between them. The former is the layout of several saints joining forces, whether it is burying the corpse and breaking the dragon, stealing the corpse and refining the evil, or the coffin that contains countless possibilities, all of them are shocking handwritings. And the latter is just a scholar, and he can't get out of the body, and the most remarkable thing about him is his identity, the grandson of the great planner in the north. The gap between the two before and after is so big, not to mention 108,000 miles?

And now, the old woman compares them to each other...

"So, he's not going to go. ”

"He will only advance, never retreat. ”

"What are we going to do?"

"Sacrifice your life to accompany the gentleman. ”

"Ahem, senior sister. ”

“？”

"Actually, you guessed where that breath came from, right?

"Not sure. ”

"So, in your heart, you also want to uncover that coffin. ”

"Perhaps. ”

“......”