"It's over."

Ying Xuan had a bitter face. As soon as he escaped, another disaster came. This connection was so wonderful.

"Here you come." Ying Xuan's face turned pale.

A group of terrifying creatures flew over and were about to encounter them. The little black coffin next to them was speechless, but was just floating quietly.

Ying Xuan was nervous, but something that surprised him happened. These creatures ignored him and flew straight over his head, ignoring it.

And in the process, the grand sound of sacrifice resounded in my ears, as if crying and celebrating the funeral.

There was a deep sorrow in the crying, and Ying Xuan was affected. He was unstable and wanted to cry.

In a vague way, he saw a vast ancient continent, all spirits, and countless creatures kneeling on the ground, crying.

All spirits are sad, and the world seems to be crying.

"It's this person..." A low voice sounded from the little black coffin.

Seeing that he was not hurt, Ying Xuan had many questions.

These creatures seem to be... in a funeral?!

What exactly exists? It has such a big pomp!!

But when I thought about it, I felt that things were not that simple. A group of terrifying creatures wailed around the bronze giant coffin and sacrificed with the highest etiquette. What are you doing?

"Follow up." Xiao Hei Coffin suddenly spoke.

"ah?"

When Ying Xuan was confused and a little at a loss, a force wrapped around him and left the ground and the small black coffin lies across his right shoulder.

The speed was very fast, Ying Xuan's eyes were a little dizzy. In the blink of an eye, he was in a world of stars, as if he had come to space. He could see many damaged remains of giants, adding a bit of silence and peace.

Suddenly, Ying Xuan's right index finger glowed slightly, and a flash of flash.

"Be careful, there are cracks in time and space ahead, which can easily collapse and form 'annihilation'." Xiao Heiguang reminded him.

In front, cracks were everywhere, like honeycombs, densely packed, and everywhere. Ying Xuan, who had a slight "density phobia", looked at it and immediately got goose bumps all over his body, making him feel nauseous.

A group of strange beasts rushed over without stopping at all.

As the distance was closer, Ying Xuan closed his eyes and looked on, he probably was dizzy.

Not long after, he felt his body lightening and his feet touched the real object again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a shocking scene. There was a fog in front of me, with tombstones standing and huge graves lying across.

Looking at these giant objects, Ying Xuan actually felt a bit sacred.

This made him very uncomfortable. It was a tomb, but how could he feel a little sacred?

"There is no grave of sages, gods, etc. here, right?" Ying Xuan asked in confusion.

As a tycoon, he still has imagination. He has seen more scenes like the ones in front of him and wrote them in his novels.

If a man named Chen and Nan crawled out later, he would not feel surprised. At most, he would be desperate again.

"That's right." Xiao Hei Coffin replied, and then followed Ying Xuan.

"Coffin Master." Ying Xuan used the honorific title.

"Ba~"

With a crisp sound, the little black coffin knocked Ying Xuan's head, "Please call me the coffin king."

Covering his head, Ying Xuan dared not speak out. This little black coffin was really strange. He didn't plan to turn against him before he figured out the situation.

After all, no matter what, I am a man with golden fingers, and the bull's head is here with me.

Thinking of the end, he looked down and couldn't help but feel sad. The only place he deserves to be proud of also returned to before liberation as his body changes.

"Coffin King, is this spiritual energy?"

Enduring the "sadness" in his heart, Ying Xuan's eyes glowed slightly, stared at the front, and stretched out his right hand.

A strange scene happened, and the entire palm disappeared directly.

Immediately afterwards, Ying Xuan's face turned red, gritted his teeth, and a golden red light flashed on his entire right arm.

With a slight "puff" sound, the disappearing right palm appeared again.

I held a "beating" airflow in my hand, which turned red, curled up in the palm of my hand, and the surrounding temperature began to rise between rising and shrinking.

When Ying Xuan just woke up and opened his eyes, he found that some changes had occurred in his eyes.

You can see many scenes you have never seen before, and colorful auras occupy the vast majority.

The rest, such as the vision can see far away, and if you look close, you can see through a stone the size of a washbasin.

These colorful auras give him a very subtle feeling.

Almost everything within his sight has their existence.

It feels like the foundation of the existence of heaven and earth, but strangely it gives him the idea that he can control them himself.

Just like now, although I have lost a lot of effort to catch such a thread.

But Ying Xuan could feel that such a small wisp of breath contained extremely "terrible" power, and the heat released between rising and shrinking was enough to cook an egg.

"Well, it's not bad, I finally left a little." After saying this without any thought, the little black coffin slapped Ying Xuan's right hand, and the red aura immediately dissipated.

"The five elements of heaven and earth are the power of fire."

"How to absorb them?" Ying Xuan asked casually.

His own experience made him understand the existence of extraordinary power. Since this is the case, it is possible for practice to exist.

Especially when he felt that as he breathed, those colorful auras entered his body and turned back with his exhalation, leaving only a slightest bit, he became more interested in the art of practice.

Passive absorption is too slow.

It just so happened that the little black coffin in front of him might be the kind of old monster who has lived for many years. He must have known a lot of knowledge about practice, so he must be right when asked.

"Simple." The response of Xiao Hei Coffin shocked Ying Xuan. Here comes the legendary art of cultivation. I want to become an immortal and I want to live forever.

"Come on, follow me to do it, huh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Ying Xuan: "..."

"Have you learned to (waste)?"

Silence is the current atmosphere, sadness is the inner portrayal of the moment, Ying Xuan’s black eyes are full of indulgence in life, and ginger is still the hottest thing.

The little black coffin sneered: "I want to deceive the supreme scriptures of this class, boy, you are still far from it!"

Time passed in silence, and finally, the group of strange beasts stopped and stopped in front of a huge bronze tomb.

This huge bronze tomb is very big, like a mountain, standing majestic there, and is the largest tomb that Ying Xuan has seen so far.

The group of strange beasts stayed in front of the grave. After a while, they broke through the giant tomb and entered the grave with a huge bronze coffin.

"Is this their destination? When the end is reached, bury the giant bronze coffin here?" Ying Xuan was a little panicked. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an environment suitable for the survival of three-year-old Benbao.
Chapter completed!