Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The coffin was covered with mud, so Xiaoqi suggested that it should be cleaned with water to show respect.

Ye Xiaochuan turned to look at Grandmaster Xian Yao. Xian Yao didn't speak, which meant that his ancestor didn't have this rule for cleaning coffins.

However, the ghost girl deeply respected her great-grandfather, so she created this rule herself without any rules.

Not only do you have to wash the coffin, but you also have to wash yourself, who are covered in dirt.

The ghost girl insisted, and Ye Xiaochuan and others had no choice but to comply.

After cleaning up the people and coffins, the ghost girl pushed Ye Xiaochuan to open the coffin and have a look. Ye Xiaochuan didn't want to be fooled. He was not a direct bloodline of the Yun family. He was at most the son-in-law of the Yun family, so he didn't want to make the first move. bird.

He said: "Sister Gui, you have to do this kind of thing. It's against the rules for others to do it. Who knows that you are the great-granddaughter of great-great-grandfather and the last guardian of the mausoleum of the family."

The ghost girl said: "I am not the last guardian of the tomb." Ye Xiaochuan said: "Why aren't you? Grandpa is your mother's only granddaughter, and your mother is your only daughter. When you were in Kunlun Wonderland, you were the last Isn't it a happy life to claim one's identity as a mausoleum keeper? Why can't it be done now?

Do you think you are not the last tomb keeper? "

The ghost girl said: "There are many things involved in this. My mother is probably not the guardian of the tomb. Forget it, you don't even know!"

Then the ghost girl walked to the nanmu tree coffin, knelt down, kowtowed to the coffin, and said: "Little girl just wants to find out the truth of what happened back then. She wants to open the coffin of great grandfather. Don't be surprised by great grandfather!"

After kowtowing and saluting, she stood up and was about to open the coffin, when suddenly her expression wrinkled.

Previously, the nanmu tree coffin was covered with mud. Now it is washed and wiped clean with water, and the outline of the entire tree coffin is revealed.

It is indeed a tree coffin made by hollowing out a thick nanmu trunk, and it is also topped with nanmu.

The ghost girl said: "That's wrong! This is golden nanmu!"

Xiao Qi said: "Golden nanmu is not the best wood. Considering your great-grandfather's status, using Kunlun sacred wood as a coffin is a bit unworthy." The ghost girl said: "My parents said that my great-grandfather died suddenly. Before he died, he said he only needed a three-inch-thick coffin. At that time, my father casually cut down a few crooked old pine trees in the back hill and built a coffin for my great-grandpa. After my great-grandpa was buried, there was no coffin.

The grave had been moved but not reburied. How could it have turned into a golden nanmu coffin? "

Ye Xiaochuan became interested and said: "Senior Xian Yao, is it one of our Cangyun Sect ancestors who once dug up Great Grandpa's grave? Seeing that the old man's longevity coffin was shabby, he replaced it with a golden nanmu coffin? "

Master Xian Yao shook his head slightly and said, "No, no one has touched this tomb since Cangyun Sect discovered this bamboo forest illusion."

Ye Xiaochuan said: "That's strange."

Yun Qiyou said: "My great grandfather was buried here 24,000 years ago, and 14,000 years passed before the Shushan sect was destroyed. Could it be someone from the Shushan sect who did it?"

Ye Xiaochuan thinks this is possible. Since it wasn't someone from Cangyun Sect who dug up Xu Tiandi's grave, it must be someone from Shushan Sect.

Xiao Qi said: "It's no use guessing. Let's open the coffin lid now and take a look. There may be clues inside."

The ghost girl walked around the coffin and sucked out the funeral nails one by one with her palm.

A total of nineteen funeral door nails were sucked out. Perhaps because it took too long, the coffin lid was still tightly closed on the tree coffin. Even if I tried to lift it, I couldn't lift it up.

So Gui Yatou called Ye Xiaochuan and others to come over and help. Xian Yao did not watch the four young people raising coffins to make a fortune under the clear sky and bright sunshine. She walked to the big pit dug out with a pillar and crutches, squinted her eyes and stared at the big pit, as if she felt that it was too big. There are secrets hidden underneath

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When Xian Yao turned around, he saw Ye Xiaochuan and four other people trying hard to lift the coffin board.

It's a pity that these four extremely powerful cultivation masters couldn't lift the weird coffin board even with their combined efforts.

Xian Yao stepped forward and motioned for everyone to stop. She stretched out her withered fingers and clasped a corner of the coffin board. When she lifted it up, a gap opened up in the coffin board.

Everyone's expressions changed.

The four of them tried their best to prevent the coffin board from separating from the nanmu tree coffin. However, as soon as Xian Yao took his hand, he just lifted his finger slightly and created a gap.

This is the terrifying gap between the Lingji realm and the Sumeru realm.

The gap was not big, only less than three inches. A biting cold air emanated from the gap. The illusion of spring all year round immediately became extremely cold.

Xian Yao's face darkened, and he only lasted three breaths before closing the coffin lid again.

At the same time, Samsara Peak, the top of the mountain.

Zhao Zian is studying cavalry combat with several werewolf leaders in northern Xinjiang, and is rehearsing the battle in the wilderness of southern Xinjiang to see if he can sum up better strategies and tactics from experience to deal with the Celestial Storm Legion.

Suddenly, the Phantom Princess standing behind him shook her wrist.

The Phantom Princess was startled, looked down, and found that her right wrist seemed to be emitting a faint light.

She gently rolled up her sleeves and found that the light was emanating from the gray-white rosary on her wrist.

The phantom is very strange. This rosary was given to her by an expert in the heaven. She has been carrying it with her for a long time, and this strange situation has never happened before.

However, the change in this rosary did not take long, only three breaths.

Not far away, in the crowd, the storyteller who was touching the bones of a beautiful fairy suddenly noticed something and slowly raised his head.

Hua Wuyou, who was shaking a disgusting peony flower folding fan, was chatting with two white-clothed young men from unknown sects and also raised his head.

Yao Xiaoyu, who was standing at the door of the ancestral temple in the back mountain, also raised his head.

The direction they looked up was the back mountain of the Samsara Peak.

At this moment, the three of them seemed to feel a mysterious power fluctuation that ordinary cultivators could not feel.

Yao Xiaoyu and Hua Wuyou were secretly muttering to themselves at this moment: "What a weird cold air."

The storyteller's inner thoughts were different from the two. He secretly said in his heart: "What a familiar power."

He didn't touch the bones of the beautiful girl and said sorry, then carried his bamboo pole and cloth curtain and went into the crowd.

After a while, he found the phantom standing behind Zhao Zian.

Looking over quietly, he saw the phantom looking at the rosary on his wrist with a puzzled look on his face. The storyteller murmured, "The mysterious power just now is indeed related to the Nine-Transformation Taiyin Pearl."