The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Hundreds of feet into the abyss, there are ghosts crying, like weeping and complaining, lingering and lingering.

A thousand feet into the abyss, there are blue sarcophagi hanging on the cliff on both sides of the cliff. The sarcophagus fluctuates slightly, and the cries of ghosts turn into ghost roars that appear from time to time.

It was as if there were several ferocious beasts fighting at the bottom of the abyss.

The further you go down, the heavier the coldness, the deeper the bitter cold, the ordinary angels may not be able to hold on anymore, and they will no longer be able to descend after reaching a thousand feet.

"Look, Yang Jian, why is the sarcophagus next to it opened?"

Lu Chunyang spoke suddenly, and Yang Jian noticed these abnormalities.

Above 1,500 feet, the blue sarcophagi are all closed, and there are very few open sarcophagi. The aura inside was not very strong either, Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang restrained their aura and sank all the way, without disturbing the corpse repairer in the coffin.

But when they sank two thousand feet below Nether Stream, the number of sarcophagi on both sides gradually increased, and they were neatly hung all over the edge of the cliff.

And these sarcophagi were all opened.

If the corporal repairs in the sarcophagus jumped out collectively, that would be fine, but after careful inspection, most of the cadaver repairs in the sarcophagus were in deep sleep, or in a closed state, and were not disturbed.

Looking at those sarcophagi, the lids are half open. It seems that someone pulled the sarcophagus away from the outside and glanced inside...

"Look below," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, and the two continued to dive. This time, they used mana and profound energy, and the speed of sinking suddenly accelerated.

Further down, the number of blue sarcophagi decreased sharply, but the breath in the sarcophagus became stronger and stronger.

Similarly, these sarcophagi were also torn apart, but the corpses inside were not destroyed.

Corpse repair is going against the sky, it's too difficult, and it's just absorbing death energy and ghost energy in this gloomy stream in the North Sea, and it doesn't harm the world.

"Someone seems to be fighting tricks below!" Lu Chunyang was also a little anxious, "Hurry up, don't let any baby be born!"

Yang Jian was dumbfounded for a while.

Lu Chunyang is a Daluo Jinxian, and his Yuanshen cultivation base is more than a star and a half stronger than Yang Jian. Yang Jian's consciousness was blocked in the Nether Stream, but Lu Chunyang could see distant places with his powerful consciousness.

There is no distinction between Yuan Shen Dao and physical body cultivation, both have their own merits.

After sinking another three hundred feet, the two of them reached the bottom of Nether Stream.

Under the feet is a layer of jade that exudes a faint green light, it is ghost jade, it is a kind of precious material for refining, but it is not in the eyes of Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang.

Due to the heavy dead air, the sea water has turned into a thick slurry here.

The sea water behind them gradually became clear, and the blood was billowing in front of them, and the sound of fighting could be faintly heard in the blood.

There must be the real mystery of Youmingjian, and it is also the dojo of those strong corpse repairers.

Yang Jian came to look for Liu Ya, he didn't want to get involved in other matters, so he said: "Brother, would you like to stay in my belt for a while, I will use the method of transformation, and go to the front to check."

Lu Chunyang frowned and looked at Yang Jian, and said, "Are you worried that I will hold you back?"

"Of course not," Yang Jian said solemnly, "If I am in a hard fight and you suddenly come out of my arms, how will the opponent parry?"

When Lu Chunyang heard this, he immediately nodded in approval, put down his guard, and was collected by Yang Jian into the living gemstone brought by Xuangui.

The Xiaotian dog was also inside, but fortunately, the Xiaotian dog ate the black bead produced by the pig demon, and was sleeping soundly, unwilling to wake up.

Lu Chunyang's voice came from the belt: "My spiritual sense will lead you the way, you can change it."

"Well," Yang Jian replied, the seventy-two transformations had already been perfected, and now he turned into a dark fish, wrapped in a layer of black handles, and rushed directly into the bloody place.

Not long after entering, I saw a coffin that was completely different from the blue sarcophagus before. The coffin was blood-colored, and there was still a tyrannical aura in it, probably at the level of Daluo Jinxian.

Yang Jian leaned over to check, and found that the strong man in the coffin had disappeared. Perhaps someone opened the coffin and drove all the way here, disturbing the strong man, and then fought in front of him...

Continuing to swim, Yang Jian saw three or four empty coffins along the way.

The deeper you swim into the Nether Stream, the more coffins there are. When Yang Jian approached the deepest vortex in the Nether Stream, he found seventeen empty coffins.

The seventeen coffins are the seventeen corpse repairmen from the Great Luo Realm?

"Brother, be careful. There are a lot of masters here. They are all fighting in that vortex, as if they are fighting for the same thing."

the same thing?

Yang Jian's eyes lit up, could it be that he was fighting for the jade coffin carrying Liuya?

Not daring to stay for long at the moment, with a flick of the fish's tail, Yang Jian broke through the thick bloody water, and rushed towards the tornado-like vortex like a sharp arrow.

Today, he is already a combat power that must be kept as a quasi-sage. As long as there is no quasi-leader series in the corpse repair, Yang Jian is really not afraid.

The vortex in the deepest part of Nether Stream was not formed by the fighting skills of those masters, but existed already.

It wasn't until Yang Jian approached that he noticed that the vortex had a diameter of thousands of feet, and streams of blood gushed out of it and merged into the sea, which was really spectacular.

Looking up, you can't see where it formed at all; looking down, you can't see where this vortex leads.

Lu Chunyang said in his belt: "This should be the end of the Santu River."

"Well," Yang Jian carefully felt that although the place is full of ghostly aura and filled with dirty blood, he felt carefully that although the dirty blood is not good-looking, it contains a pure and extremely dark power.

How can yin and yang be good or bad?

Continuing to flick his tail, Yang Jian plunged into the vortex, and suddenly there was nothing in front of him, as if he had passed through a portal of heaven and earth, and broke into a small world...

Never thought that in the place where the blood gathers, there is such a paradise-like scenery.

In front of the eyes, the vortex is like transparent walls, reflecting the pink light. When you look up, there are dots of stars, and when you look down, there are clouds and clouds.

A small island with a diameter of hundreds of feet is suspended above the sea of ​​clouds. The island is full of exotic flowers and fruits, full of ghostly treasures; and there is a "spring" in the center of the island, and the spiritual energy that is almost condensed into water is constantly gushing out, arching a jade coffin.

That jade coffin!

Isn't it the one I saw on the other side half a month ago? There must be a sleeping girl lying there!

"That's it!" Yang Jian said to Lu Chunyang, "The old man I'm looking for is in that jade coffin!"

"Oh?" Lu Chunyang felt a beating in his heart.

Because no matter how you look at it, this jade coffin is very important, and it is located in the deepest treasure land of Youmingjian. It stands to reason that this should be the most powerful corpse repairer in Youmingjian.

Looking at the figures fighting around the island, most of their mana is on par with their own. Then the jade coffin they guarded desperately, lying in it, should at least be a quasi-leader-level corpse repairer...

Thinking of this, Lu Chunyang asked a little uneasy: "Are you sure you are really visiting friends?"

Yang Jian smiled casually, in a good mood, turned into a swimming fish and went straight to the jade coffin.

Those who fight beside the island, let them fight!

Hey, there seems to be something wrong...

Yang Jian stopped suddenly while swimming, and stared carefully at the fighting figures over there.

Seventeen corpses from the Great Luo Realm were besieging one person, not because they wanted to fight over the jade coffin.

Most of the corpse repairers are in human form, but they are not the blue-faced fangs that Yang Jian originally imagined. Instead, they are all handsome men and beautiful women, with flesh and blood, and some of them even exude a little fairy air.

And the man besieged by the corpse repairers was dressed in white and handsome, relying only on a folding fan and strong mana, he kept defusing the attacks of the corpse repairers and slowly moved towards the jade coffin...

This white-clothed man, why, looks somewhat familiar?

"What's wrong?" Lu Chunyang asked in confusion.

Yang Jian whispered: "Can you see the man in white's heel?"

"I can't tell...it doesn't seem to be a human race. Although the aura on his body is ethereal and illusory, there is a monster aura that cannot be concealed... Could he be a powerful monster? Why haven't I heard of it before."

Yang Jian said: "I'll go to the jade coffin first."

"Well, be careful, this white-clothed man is difficult to deal with, and we may not be able to please you if we work together."

Yang Jian became more cautious, and slowly approached the jade coffin, his figure became smaller and smaller, and finally became like a tadpole, and he couldn't see him with bad eyesight.

But when Yang Jian was fifty feet away from the jade coffin, somehow he touched the layout of this place, and a sharp whistling sound came from below.

Looking down, I saw it was a ghost flower with a human face, pointing at Yang Jian with a branch, and screaming at the chaotic fighting place over there.

"Damn it!" Lu Chunyang cursed, "Rush over!"

Before Lu Chunyang could finish his sentence, Yang Jian had already used the technique of transformation again, transformed into the fastest Chuanyunyan, and rushed to the side of the jade coffin in the blink of an eye!

Transformed into a human form, Yang Jian wanted to lift the jade coffin directly, but felt that the jade coffin was extremely heavy. With his strength, he couldn't lift it up?

"Dare!"

A loud shout came from behind him, but Yang Jian ignored him, puffed up his arms, clenched his teeth, clamped his hands on the jade coffin, and exerted all his strength.

"rise!"

Rumble——

The jade coffin was actually pulled up by Yang Jian bit by bit!

Even with that, the entire vortex seemed to be collapsing, shaking violently everywhere.

Suddenly, a loud shout came: "Stinky boy, don't touch the coffin! That's the treasure that blocks the Santu River! Just open the coffin lid!"

This voice was so familiar to Yang Jian, he subconsciously relaxed, and turned to look at the source of the words...it was the handsome man in white! ?

Wait a minute, why does this voice sound so much like a respected senior? He is the one who is very good at cheating and abducting!

"White Pond?"

"It's me!" The corpse repairmen around the man in white rushed to Yang Jian's side. Seeing that Yang Jian was still in a daze, Bai Ze hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up! Have you beaten so much?"

Yang Jian smiled casually, slapped his belt, and calmly released a series of peerless sword lights!

And Yang Jian was quick-sighted, taking advantage of the corpse repairers being blocked by the sword light, he slapped the lid of the jade coffin, and the coffin lid was easily pushed away by half...

A fresh fragrance came to my face immediately.

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