In the middle of the main hall, which is quiet and dark, there is a tomb.

The height of the tomb, the width of the tomb, and the length of the tomb are all half a zhang, no more than one foot, no more than one foot, not too many feet, not like a pile of human hands.

The tomb is gray and yellow, it should be made of ordinary soil, but there is no lumpy precipitation in the common loess, and there is no sparse green onion; the top of the tomb is slightly pointed, like the nest head in the pot, but the bottom is naturally not as hollow as the nest head.

Next to the tomb, there are eight stone tablets, all of which depict a white dress on its front.

Among these eight white clothes, there are those who purse their lips and smile lightly, those who stare at and are angry, those who fly and hold swords, those who lock their eyebrows and ponder, those who open their lips and exclaim, those who are cold and ruthless, those who endure pain, and those who smile bitterly and meet their eyes.

Although there are no endless states of life, you can already see the cold of people's hearts.

In front of the grave, a man was slightly pursed lips.

This person is waist-length, with raised eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and his face is as soft as a woman, but his body is like a man. The autumn wind was miserable and quite cold, but he was only wearing a thin cloth robe, fluttering, quite like an immortal in the world.

However, he is not an immortal, but the master of this main hall, the head of the family.

The man took a light breath and squinted at the tomb piled up in the center of the main hall, the smile on his face growing stronger.

The white coat is dead.

Or rather, the white coat is dying.

The man raised his hand slightly, grabbed the jade dagger that belonged to the white clothes with the two fingers of his left index finger and middle finger, and skillfully flipped it in his hand, throwing out a lot of flowers. While he was shaking, he raised his eyes to look at the tomb, imagining the white clothes imprisoned in the ground at this moment, the suffocating appearance of desperately struggling but finally unable to make any strange doors.

[Funeral].

Qimen Xuanfa is the best in the middle.

Although it is not a high-quality Qimen, its trickiness may be far better than that of the high-quality [Whole Clothes Crown] and [100 feet close]. The latter two are both creations of pure breath circulation, there is only one style, there is no change of tricks, because of straightforwardness and purity, because of purity and power, but this [separation and burial] is very different from them.

Although on the premise of not having a spiritual eye, the foundation of all Qimen techniques comes from the flow of breath, but the expression techniques of these Qimen highlight the word 'Xuanqi'. Take this [Leaving the Funeral] as an example, rather than thinking of it as a strange move, it is better to think of it as a formation, and within this formation, all the Qiankun Dao methods will naturally be changed and dominated by this formation, so there will be such a handicraft of conjuring a sarcophagus out of thin air.

Having said that, this 'funeral' is actually different from the name of a strange move such as 'overlord lifting the crown' or 'marking the ground as a prison' - it is not a set of words with their own meanings, but a simple combination of three words.

Separation, mourning, burial.

They correspond to the three stages of this formation: [funeral], [burial], and [burial].

When parting and reporting the funeral, the mourning and weeping in the array will start, and those who hear it will be sad and unbearable, and they will have no way out, so they can only kneel on the ground to mourn; when they are buried and put into the funeral, the sarcophagus will be displayed in front of the ghostly fire, and the sarcophagus will devour the deeds and life, and all the living creatures in the array will be included in it; when the monument is buried and erected, it is necessary to put an end to everything, cover the coffin, and no longer give the living creatures in the array any chance to see the light of day again.

This is the "Funeral Funeral".

It is a mysterious and strange door that directly sends people into the earth.

Looking at the quiet grave, the man tilted his head slightly, sneered, and said to himself: "Wang Manxiu, Wang Manxiu, what do you think of this trick?"

The hall was silent, and there was no echo.

The white-clothed king is full of cultivation and will not wake up again.

Not only because it looks like the white clothes are now in the ground, but also because the man knows that the white clothes buried in the grave, no matter how rich the deed luck in the body is, it cannot be turned into an internal and external breath that can perform the exercises-now, his body and body are like a bamboo basket of water, and every three points of breath that flow out, he will be taken away by the sarcophagus, leaving no trace behind.

And without Qimen, how could he, who was just an ordinary man, split the rock-solid coffin, and then peel off this half of the dirt and appear outside?

Once the [Funeral] is completed, there will be only one way to greet the people in the array.

Impasse.

Whether it is suffocation and death, or exhaustion of the deed in the body and death, or struggle to kill yourself, there is only one way to die.

The man flicked his wrist, raised his hand and threw the spirit jade dagger to the ground with a 'clang-' sound, holding only the pitch-black round stick that concealed the green grass, and finally glanced at the tomb, then turned around and walked towards the two crimson palace gates.

Wang Manxiu is not weak.

The fastest in the world [100 feet near], indestructible [whole clothes], Wang Manxiu will be able to do so.

It's just that he hasn't used any killing moves that can be compared to these two, only one move [Controlling the Sword with Qi], which is still the most inferior stepping stone of Qimen, and the swordsmanship that is not Qimen at all, and has a strong battlefield flavor.

That's the case alone, and it's a bit arrogant to dare to say 'I can kill the head of the family'.

The man raised his head and looked at the hole at the top of the hall that had been poked out by Qing He's sword qi before. Outside the hole, under the sky, the clouds slowly dispersed, and the morning sun color could be seen.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Now that the errands here have been solved, let's go to the ...... according to the previous plan.

'Whew-'

In the silent hall, the sound of cracks in the stele can be heard clearly.

The man was stunned suddenly, and immediately turned sideways to look at the tomb in the temple.

I didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

It's me...... Got too much heart?

The man frowned slightly, and was about to turn around.

'Whew-'

Another bang.

The man suddenly clenched his fists, and his face changed instantly.

But before he could take half a step forward, there was a sudden sound of crisp cracking one after another.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the eight tablets in front of the tomb were all like spider webs, full of cracks.

This is not a swiss.

For him.

The man's lips trembled slightly, and he shouted incredulously, "No, it can't be! Wang Manxiu! Why can't you—"

Suddenly, I heard thunder on the flat ground.

I saw that a majestic sword qi suddenly smashed through this half-zhang tomb, instantly shattered eight stone tablets, rushed to the top of the hall, and poked out a hole that was twice as large as the previous Qinghe sword qi, straight into the sky, and completely dispersed the clouds in the air.

The sun outside the hall splashed on the billowing dust in the hall.

And when the wind dissipated, I saw a beautiful little student, dressed in a white robe, standing quietly on the pile of loess.

In front of him, a plain bladeless iron sword was held horizontally in his hand.

Ten steps away, the man who looked like an immortal was already dumbfounded.

"No...... It can't be ......" He looked at the iron sword in the white hand, and a look of horror gradually appeared on his feminine face: "Your posture...... No...... No......"

Pingshui was dressed in white, slowly raising his eyebrows, his eyes were clear, and his expression was cold.

He held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and held it in front of him, and his left hand was flipped up, and his index finger was arched and he was hanging above the blade.

Opened his lips and muttered.

"I have a formula that can open mountains. ”

"I have a formula that can break the river. ”

"I have a way to set foot in Hades. ”

"I have a formula that can ascend to heaven. ”

"I have a formula that can cut off all the good and evil. ”

The wind suddenly rose and swept his white clothes.

"This is called,"

Wang Manxiu paused for a moment, looked up at the head of the Fu family, who was already stunned, and took a breath, and the strange light in his eyes suddenly flashed.

"[Knock on the royal court]. ”

After that, the index finger struck the sword.

I felt that in a moment, the world was in a trance.