Immortal Hero: I Have a Coffin

The younger sister of the Ye family left with her husband-in-law 20 years after Brother Ye left.Ye Banxia went back to Tianhuang Hall after her younger sister's funeral.It's not a good thing for him to be distracted for too long.

In the same year, Bai Ran died.

Back then, Ye Jiuyou had left a mark on him, and his soul was gone, so he remembered that there was such a thing, and casually told Ye Jiuqiu.

Ye Jiuqiu let it go after hearing it, and after arranging trivial matters, he closed the door with the Dao Code.

He went out of customs a few times during the period, and he and Jiuyou went to visit friends from all over the world, and watched the forces behind them lay out the sketches on the Mangcang Continent, using the sky as the canvas, the trajectory of the stars as the pen and ink, and the earth as the chessboard. As a chess piece, the handwriting is magnificent, the spirit is majestic, amazing, and you will be full of pride when you see it.

They will fight against the sky.Imprison the sky, and bury the sky again.

He didn't know that every time he went out, he was equally astonishing.

Cultivation is rapidly promoted, but the foundation is so steady, unfathomable, and indestructible.

Even knowing that behind him is the support of the major forces in the mainland, but he has to be surprised by him.Any other person would not be able to do better than Ye Jiuqiu.

The refining period, the fitting period, the Mahayana period, and the tribulation period.

The last time Ye Jiuqiu left the customs was in the middle of the tribulation, in order to participate in Tuji's coming-of-age ceremony, and it was also the day when he took over as the patriarch of the Wind Wolf Clan.

Tuji, who had finally grown taller, became more and more rebellious and unruly, and when he saw Ye Jiuqiu, he would still habitually gibberish.But when he stood among the clansmen, Ye Jiuqiu realized that the wild and unruly child had already taken on enough responsibilities. His tall body carried the responsibilities of the clan, and he was reliable and trustworthy.

Presumably, when Jiuyou met Tuji in another world, what he saw was such a high-spirited wind wolf wolf king.

And he saw it now.

He inexplicably sighed, time flies, white clouds and dogs.

After participating in the ceremony of the Wind Wolf Clan in the Black Mist Forest that time, he retreated and accumulated again. When he appeared in front of everyone again, his aura was already quite terrifying, and the coercion of the completion of the tribulation was looming. The path of practice is less than 500 years old.

He is ready.

Mangcang Continent is also ready.

Several ancestors who have lived from ancient times to the present paid a huge price to calculate the most suitable time and place for Ye Jiuqiu to cross the catastrophe.

The results they gave surprised Ye Jiuqiu and Ye Jiuyou.

That day was the day when Ye Jiuyou sank at the bottom of the Yellow Spring River.

That place was the cemetery where Ye Jiuqiu first met Ye Jiuyou.

The gears of the world are passing by, and they fit together perfectly at this moment.

There is still a year before that day, and Ye Jiuqiu came to the Ten Thousand Tombs Cemetery ahead of time to adjust himself. He will reach the peak of the Great Perfection within the set time, and welcome that battle in the best condition.

The Wantou cemetery has become empty. He once took away the thunder spirit here, but the accumulation of hundreds of years, the power of the thunder cloud here has not diminished. Perhaps in another tens of millions of years, a new one will be born again. Lei Ling is here.

He and Ye Jiuyou built a hut here and stayed there.

He doesn't need to practice any more, he only needs to control his realm until that day comes.

So many people came to see him one after another.

The companions who ran out of the swamp together back then, the monsters who were yelled at by Tuji to see the beauty, and the friends I met in the Eastern Continent...

Zhe Honglian said with high fighting spirit that although her current cultivation level is not as good as Ye Jiuqiu's, she will definitely sharpen herself and catch up.

Youmo Longzi came here helplessly with Yan Xingyun, an oil bottle, and expressed embarrassingly at the scene that no matter who is his savior, he always wants to thank him.

You Wanqi brought good wine to drink with him, laughing that he finally escaped the control of the Heavenly Demon Palace in the Eastern Continent, and has been at ease in the world ever since.

Teacher Tian Dihua and others often come to analyze with him the arrangements of the major forces on the Mangcang Continent for many years, so that he can understand it clearly.

In the last month, Feng Yushu and Di Shuo came to accompany him until the day before the catastrophe.

The master never said it clearly, but Ye Jiuqiu knew that the master's cultivation base had already reached the crossing tribulation, but he was suppressing his cultivation, unwilling to fly away early, and wanted to watch him succeed in crossing the tribulation.

"I missed a lot of choices as a teacher." Feng Yushu said, "But accepting you as a disciple is the best choice I made after making mistakes as a teacher."

He left before the catastrophe, because the aura of his completion of the catastrophe may trigger the variables of the catastrophe.

"Hey, I didn't see Senior Brother He." Ye Jiuqiu sighed helplessly as he watched Master leave, "Forget it, Senior Brother He is very soft-hearted, probably because he was afraid of his red eyes, so he didn't dare to come."

After he finished speaking, he laughed, and with a swift move, he caught an inconspicuous little ant in the corner, and fiddled with it: "Really, Senior Brother He?"

The little ant lay on his palm, pretending to be dead.

"Master is willing to bring you here? How much benefit have you given Master Di?" Ye Jiuqiu continued to poke the little ant. Thinking of the dust-free master coming here with an ant in his arms, he felt a strong sense of disobedience.

The little ant continued to play dead.

"Heh." Ye Jiuqiu took away the hand that was teasing the ants in a funny way, and after a moment of silence, his eyes softened, "Okay, thank you for coming here." His voice was extremely gentle, "Senior Brother He."

The little ant finally flicked its legs: "...don't be careless." A deep voice that didn't suit her came from inside her body.

But before Ye Jiuqiu could answer, the little ant's slender legs spread out, and it wasn't like it was pretending to be dead.

Facing the little ant that lost its manipulator, Ye Jiuqiu still nodded seriously: "En."

With the cemetery of ten thousand tombs as the center, a radius of [-] li is empty and there is no human habitation.

But outside the range, in a more distant place, there are countless monks facing this direction, looking far away, with serious and serious expressions.

Among them was a huge team, with countless puppets guarding one of them, looking mighty and majestic, but they all looked into the distance worriedly.

The day has finally arrived.

Ye Jiuqiu stood in the cemetery of thousands of tombs, slowly exuding the aura of transcending tribulation and great consummation.

"I still remember that the first time I stepped here, I was about to faint from fright." He pointed to his feet, looked pitifully and aggrieved at the unhappy man beside him, "It's right here! You scare me even harder and suck me blood, strangled my neck, stepped on my face, and wanted to die with me! It's too much!"

Ye Jiuyou watched his performance leisurely, and when he finished his accusation, he grabbed someone and kissed him quickly, with a half-smile: "Is this kind of compensation enough?"

Ye Jiuqiu smiled openly, "That's enough. One life for another, the whole person has to pay me."

Ye Jiuyou raised her bloodless lips: "Isn't it already paid to you?"

Those eyes that were once indifferent, violent, and dark were as deep as hell, but now when they look at a person, they are warm, gentle, tolerant and pampered.

This is all because of myself.

Ye Jiuqiu has a bright smile. Meeting you 500 years ago is the most grateful thing in my life.

It is the will of the world that brought you to my side, so I will do my best to become the knife and sword of the will of the world and bury this sky!

"Boom—"

As if foreshadowing something, the catastrophe was brewing extremely fast, and its power was extremely terrifying.

"It's coming." He looked up at the sky with firm eyes.

Jie Lei fell tirelessly, but Ye Jiuqiu stood on the spot, supporting lightly.The outside sun rises and sets, and the cycle of day and night alternates. Several months pass by in a flash, but Ye Jiuqiu, who was under the catastrophe, was unscathed.

It is easy for him to cross the tribulation.It's just that he's standing here today, not just to overcome the tribulation and ascend.

On the far side, there are eyes watching this side, and a deep voice said: "It's about to start."

The Heavenly Tribulation weakens, the crossing of the Tribulation is about to succeed, and the breath of Heaven manifests.

In the sea of ​​thunder, Ye Jiuyou remained expressionless, and pushed open the lid of the coffin of the third generation with one palm.His pitch-black eyes were imprinted with silver-white thunder, which was extremely cold.

Looking at the appearance alone, there has never been any extraordinary black coffin, soaring into the sky at this moment, finally showing its miraculous background.

Like a long whale sucking water, the tribulation thunder that struck towards the two twisted in the air strangely, rushing madly into the black coffin.The coffin of the third generation is like a bottomless hole, trying to suck down the entire cloud of robbery.

As if aware of the actions and intentions of the coffin of the third generation, the Heavenly Tribulation that had begun to dissipate gathered again, but it was even more terrifying than before. The monks outside the range of the Heavenly Tribulation were overwhelmed by the power, their minds were broken, and they had to retreat thousands of miles. After retreating thousands of miles, he looked at the place that seemed to be shrouded in doomsday catastrophe with lingering fear, and couldn't imagine how Ye Jiuqiu and Ye Jiuyou, who were in it, would face this devastating disaster.

Ye Jiuqiu really had a hard time sustaining it.His surplus disappeared the moment Tianjie re-condensed.

The coffin of the third generation grabbed the tail of Tiandao's breath, and it wanted to grab this tail and bury Tiandao into the coffin.

This is treason, treason, and unforgivable.

Heaven was offended.

So the punishment was imposed, to smash the black coffin, to obliterate the monks behind the black coffin, and to erase all traces of the rebels in the world.

This is the will of heaven, and Ye Jiuqiu cannot resist it alone.

Yet he is not alone.

Ye Jiuyou was beside him.Thousands of monks in the Mangcang Continent are behind them.

At the same time, there are formations operating in various parts of the Mangcang Continent at the same time, and the mighty fluctuation of spiritual power sweeps across the entire continent, like a rolling wave, superimposed, surging, rushing towards the same end point, unstoppable.

Ye Jiuyou stood beside the black coffin, his black hair fluttering in the storm.Because he was close to the black coffin, he was the first to bear the brunt of Tiandao's counterattack, and his pale skin was cracked inch by inch.

But he didn't take a step back.

He stretched out his hand to cover the black coffin, and heard the voice of the world again.

There are bushes rustling, trees whirling, insects chirping and fish jumping, birds chirping, animals roaring, wind blowing water, lightning and thunder...

Ye Jiuqiu stood on the other side of the black coffin, with blood dripping from his seven orifices, but his face remained calm.He put his hand on the other side of the black coffin.

He also heard the sound, it was the bloody battle of the monks, the desperate and unwilling roar of the monster, and the sigh of the withering of all living beings...

On top of the black coffin, there are countless stars spilling out, converging into ancient picture scrolls, each picture scroll is a story.

The monks who have passed the test of Tianhuang Temple may be able to recognize a few familiar stories.

Such as the earth and bamboo, such as the brothers of the Tibetan Spirit Sect, such as Di Chi who led the creatures to fight back, such as the proud son of the generation who proclaimed himself in the Tianhuang Palace...

But more are unknown, more ordinary stories of ordinary people or monsters or other creatures.

The small ones are not worth mentioning, but they make up the long picture scroll on the coffin of the third generation.

This is the coffin of the third generation.Gathered the will of the world and cast a coffin for this day.

Heaven is furious.

Because the rebels finally really threatened it.

It's about to come to an end, so it's even crazier.

However, the power of the Mangcang Continent gathered on the black coffin, making the stars even more dazzling, even in the wind and fire, they were still dazzling.

Above the sky is the struggle to the end of the road, and below the ground is the obsession of endless beings for a long time.

All the monks who have experienced this year will never forget it. It was like the grand scene of the opening of the world. The sky trembled and the earth was broken, but it did not make people feel afraid.They heard many small voices, and even though they couldn't remember what those voices said, they still remembered their feelings at that time.

It is serene, peaceful, joyful, and moving.

There is a momentary blankness in the mind, and after the blankness, I almost burst into tears.

On the last day, they looked up to the sky as if they were watching.

There is an invisible force coming from the swamp of life, from the valley of calamity, from the beginningless way, from the palace of desolation, and throws it straight into the place shrouded in catastrophe.

Then there was a "bang" in their ears, as if something was forcefully closed.

The next moment, they looked around strangely, subconsciously feeling that something was different, something had disappeared, something was reborn, but after looking around, they stood there blankly, unable to explain or explain.

Until they looked up again, they found that the direction was covered by the catastrophe and darkened for a year, but the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, so they explained themselves and found an excuse for the strange feeling in their hearts.

——It turns out that Heavenly Tribulation finally broke up.

In the Tianhuang Hall, Ye Banxia has already walked out from the bottom of the pool, he is kneeling and sitting on the sapphire round platform, in front of him is the dying grave keeper.

"Heavenly Tribulation is gone." He whispered.

The tomb guard didn't know if he heard it, but he kept watching the water curtain hanging down in the hall.

In his blurred vision, he watched the black coffin slowly sinking into the bottom of the Yellow Spring River, gasped and laughed three times: "Good! Good! Good!"

Then he closed his eyes, full of relief, and died suddenly.

In the swamp of past lives, Su Qi held blood-red vines in his hands, looking at the swamp of past lives filled with lightness, those obsessions faded away from the filthy resentment, revealing pure and beautiful visions, gathered behind him, faintly revealing the youthful Tender sprouts look like.

"Han Shan, let's start from the beginning." He smiled slightly, raised his hand and wrote three large characters on the boulder beside him: Hidden Spirit Sect.