Sword Immortal, she convinces people with reason

Chapter 200 Contradictions
With Lin Yige's reminder, Yu Mingyue noticed something strange about herself after taking a Requiem Pill.

After a while, Yu Mingyue tried to push the coffin lid, but the coffin lid did not move at all.

She increased her strength, but she was still unable to open the coffin lid.

With her current strength in the middle stage of the Golden Core, even the coffin lid covered with iron nails can be easily opened.

According to the last words left by Miko Yuzhi, after the fragments of the alchemy formula are restored and refined into the Requiem Pill, the hanging coffin can naturally be opened to find out the truth about the genocide.

But the coffin lid seemed to be integrated with the coffin, making it indestructible.

Could it be that the lid of the coffin has also been set up with the technique of disgusting victory?

After contemplating with her eyebrows fixed for a moment, Yu Mingyue cupped her hands to Lin Yige and said, "Please also ask Master Lin to step back."

This matter has nothing to do with Guiyi faction.

And Master Lin had just fought against the Colorful Spider King, and had another poison removal, and his strength has not yet recovered. Now is the time when he is weak, so it is not good to put her in danger.

Lin Yige was noncommittal, and retreated three feet according to the words, but held the Gengxin sword in his hand.

Afterwards, Yan Mingyue closed her eyes and raised her hands above her head. She stepped on a strangely rhythmic pace and began to sing incantations in rhythmic rhythm.

The chanting sound with strange tones seemed to vibrate the entire space.

An invisible sense of oppression erupted from Yan Mingyue's body.

After a long time, after chanting the lengthy incantation, Yan Mingyue opened her eyes, and a scarlet flame ignited in her eyes.

She scanned the entire hanging coffin back and forth twice before the light in her eyes dimmed and returned to its original state.

Yu Mingyue frowned, and explained to Uncle Lin beside him: "If you want to open the coffin, you must first release Yansheng, but that was set by the witch Yuzhi from the sealed coffin..."

According to the legend handed down from generation to generation of witches, Miko Yushi decided to use her own body as a treasure before she died, and performed the technique of disgusting victory.

Before that, Yu Mingyue didn't think much about it, she just thought that the coffin was sealed by the successor witch, and then hung by the natal Gu insect under the cliff of the main peak of Jiuli Mountain, and has been guarding it to this day.

But she never expected that Miko Yuzhi was sealed in the coffin alive, using herself as a treasure, and using the last bit of vitality to set up a victory-hating technique.

Yu Mingyue didn't know where to start.

Lin Yige saw that she didn't do anything for a long time, so he couldn't help asking: "So what if we set it up from the inside?"

Yan Mingyue said worriedly: "To get rid of boredom, you must first touch the town object, that is, the corpse of the maiden Yanzhi in the coffin."

"If you don't open the coffin, you can't explain it, and if you don't explain it, you can't open it?" Lin Yige nodded clearly, and asked in doubt, "Isn't this contradictory?"

Yan Mingyue nodded, thinking of something, her hand touching the big fluffy and shiny braid suddenly paused, her brows widened.

"I don't know if Uncle Lin inspected the hanging coffin before, did he find anything?"

Lin Yige rolled his eyes slightly, and said truthfully: "It's nothing, it's just that Yuzhi is asleep in the coffin, I don't know if it's life or death."

Even if her spiritual consciousness could not penetrate Yuzhi's body at the stage of refining, judging her real death and fake death, the Jiuli clan's technique of disgusting victory has its merits.

Seeing Yan Mingyue bowing her head and thinking again, Lin Yige glanced at the hanging coffin, and suddenly her heart moved, and said, "Master, nephew, can you tell me about the funeral customs of Mount Jiuli?"

Before leaving Heming Mountain, although there was a jade slip from Liu Fufeng about the customs and customs of the Jiuli tribe, it only highlighted the completely different marriage customs of the matriarchal Jiuli tribe and Jiuzhou, and did not mention funeral matters.

When she was dealing with the colorful spider, she also took a tour of the main peak of Jiuli Mountain.

Strangely, there is only Yan Zhi's hanging coffin under the cliff of the main peak of Jiuli Mountain.

Yan Mingyue was slightly stunned, and explained: "The land is as high as the mountain, and the Jiuli tribe conducts cliff burials. We Jiuli people will pick up the bones and put them in small coffins after nine years of burial. Then dig caves on the cliffs. Put the small coffin for storing the remains in the excavated cliff cave and seal it up. If you look carefully, Mr. Lin, you should be able to find many traces on the cliff."

Lin Yige thought back for a moment, and there seemed to be some traces under the cliff of the main peak. She thought it was because of the special landform of Jiuli Mountain, and the soil quality was uneven.

"Then why is the coffin of Miko Yuzhi hanging in the air, not touching the sky or the ground?" Lin Yige muttered, "I haven't seen other witches so special."

Without waiting for Yan Mingyue to answer, Lin Yige asked bluntly: "According to what you said, if you want to pick up the bones and bury them again, there is no need to keep the coffin intact, right?"

Yan Mingyue vaguely understood what she meant, and said in surprise, "Uncle Lin means...forcibly opening the coffin lid?"

"That's right." Lin Yige said without hesitation, "You just need to cut off the coffin lid with a flat sword, and it won't hurt Yan Zhi's body."

Lin Yige didn't think there was anything wrong with his statement, it wasn't splitting in half vertically, just peeling off the coffin lid.

Yan Mingyue opened and closed her red lips, unable to speak for a long time.

Uncle Lin's method seemed to make sense, but she always felt that something was wrong.

Maybe she is not flexible enough?
After thinking for a long time, Yu Mingyue still nodded and said, "I have the right to give it a try."

After finishing speaking, she took a step back and drew out the black iron long sword at her waist.

Yan Mingyue concentrated and calmed down, mobilized the spiritual power of her dantian, aimed at a depth of two inches and swung her sword flatly.

With a sound of "歘", the tip of the black iron sword was precisely inserted into the boundary between the coffin and the coffin lid.

Yan Mingyue continued to increase the output of spiritual power, but the tip of the sword couldn't get any further.

"Boom-"

The black iron long sword finally couldn't bear it, and broke in two at the waist.

Yan Mingyue flickered, and stood up straight holding the broken sword, but the tip of the sword was still stuck in the coffin.

Her face was a little hot, and it was because of her lack of cultivation.

The black iron sword itself is not of high grade, but if it is strong enough, flying flowers and leaves can be turned into swords.

Just like Uncle Lin, he can kill a monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage whose realm is higher than his own with only an ordinary purple bamboo whip.

Lin Yige was a little surprised to see that she had broken the sword but failed to split the coffin.

It is difficult to split the hanging coffin of Yanzhi with a black iron long sword. It can be seen that the rosewood used is extremely old, but Jiuli Mountain is not the place where the rosewood is produced...

"Nephew, you step back first, and I'll help you open the coffin."

Lin Yige communicated with Geng Xin's spiritual consciousness while talking, "Geng Xin, shall we go?"

Geng Xin hummed and chirped back: "The spirit power is exhausted, and it hasn't recovered yet!"

Geng Xin was naturally reluctant to exhaust his spiritual power just now and had to overdraw his spiritual power again.

Lin Yige was not surprised either, and asked, "Geng Xin, do you still remember what Yan Mingyue promised?"

"Of course I remember!" Geng Xin replied bluntly, but after a while he hesitated again, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, can you remind me again, Master?"

Lin Yige just thought it was funny, and didn't know where Geng Xin learned it, so he had such a good face.

(End of this chapter)