Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

It's Master's voice!

Chang Yi, who was tired at first, immediately raised his spirits, and responded anxiously in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Master, is that you?"

"It's you, isn't it?"

"Chang Yi, go back." The voice in the sea of ​​consciousness sounded again, heavy and tired, "This place is very dangerous, it's not the place you should come."

Of course Chang Yi knew that this place was full of dangers, and if he was not careful, his life would be lost.But what are these crises compared to the news that Master is still alive?
Hearing the voice in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he almost wept with joy.

Master is still alive!

This is simply the best news he has heard in the past hundred years!

"Master, where are you now?" Chang Yi pinched his breathing formula, dodged left and right to avoid the fluttering tentacles, and kept asking anxiously in the sea of ​​consciousness,

The voice in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared again.

Chang Yi yelled several times, but there was still no response.

Even the aura that was perceived before disappeared together.

"Master?" Chang Yi's heart sank.

His master has always been considerate and cared for his disciples, if it wasn't for a reason, he would never leave his disciples there to make them worry.

Master must have been tripped up by something, or trapped by something.

...

As Chang Yi guessed.

In the undersea stone room more than a hundred miles away, the embarrassed man who was imprisoned by the chains suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the white robed old man who suddenly appeared in the stone room.

Seeing his clear eyes, the old man in white robe frowned.

I don't know what went wrong. Recently, Dao Yuan's waking time has been getting longer and longer, but the time between each waking up has been getting shorter and shorter.

This is not a good sign.

The old man in white robe immediately raised his right hand and controlled the cold crystal in the stone room to float in front of the man trapped by the chains. At the same time, he flipped his left hand, and there was an extra censer in his palm, with three unlit incense sticks stuck in it.

He pointed at the incense burner and blew lightly, and the three incense sticks ignited spontaneously without fire, and a few wisps of white smoke floated out.

This is the burial incense that confuses the mind. It came from the ancestor of the Yue family in Qiluo City, and it has long been lost.

Looking at the entire cultivation world, he is the only one who still has a box.

If it wasn't for the most critical juncture now, he would not be willing to use this incense that only one of them is missing.

"Soul Burying Incense." The embarrassed man who was trapped by the chains obviously recognized this incense.

His face turned cold, and he said in a heavy tone: "Back then, Master ordered that all the funeral incense be destroyed. Unexpectedly, you ignored Master's order and secretly hid such forbidden things."

"Hehe." The white-robed old man sneered, "You think the ancestor ordered the destruction of the Burial Soul Incense for the sake of peace and stability in the cultivation world? Naive."

When he was talking, he had already stopped breathing, and after he finished speaking, he waved his hand and sent the white smoke from the incense burner to the direction where the chains were surrounded.

The embarrassing man trapped in chains secretly thought something was wrong.

He may be able to restrain his mind, avoid the eyes that are staring at Han Jing, and prevent himself from being trapped in hatred.But with the addition of the burial incense, he may not be able to keep his mind.

Although he didn't know exactly how Ming planned it, he knew roughly what he was planning.After waking up several times, listening to what Daoming said, the thing he planned should have reached the last moment.

He is an important part of his plan.

Whatever his plan actually is, he can't let him succeed!

Especially now, several of his disciples are also in the sea of ​​no phase, his life should have been given up 300 years ago, if he has survived so far, if he can keep the safety of several disciples, it will be worth it!

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, biting the tip of his tongue hard, the smell of blood in his mouth instantly expanded several times than before, and with the power of this blood, he silently stimulated his mind.

One breath, two breaths.

After three breaths, the old man in white robe waved his sleeves and moved the ten thousand year cold crystal to the man's eyes. At the same time, he cast a magic spell, projecting on the surface of the cold crystal the scene of Bihua's death, bloodletting and beheading of fins.

The illusion dissipated, and the eyes of the man who faced the cold crystal were still clear.

The old man in white robe was secretly surprised.

In the past so many years, using the scene of Bihua's fall to stimulate Daoyuan has been tried and tested, and it should be more effective with half the effort if it is paired with the funeral incense today.

He never thought of the possibility of failure.

But Dao Yuan's clear and bright eyes at this time clearly told him that he had failed.Whether it is the illusion he created or the burial incense, it is useless.

How can this be?

To demonize that bead is only the last step.

He only needs a little more black air to completely plunge that bead into darkness.

"Bi Hua has only passed away 300 years ago, have you already forgotten about her?"

"Now you are indifferent to her death, you are so cold-hearted and cold-blooded, how can you be worthy of Bi Hua, who is devoted to you?"

"Unexpectedly, senior brother can say such fallacies." The man trapped by the chains pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a sneering smile, "If I was really blinded by hatred and used by you, forgetting who the real enemy is, I would be ashamed of Bihua."

Blood dripped from the corner of the man's mouth as he spoke.

The old man in white robe stared blankly, and immediately flew forward, came to the man, and grabbed his wrist.

In the next moment, his eyes widened and he said angrily, "You actually cut off your own heart and burned your soul, you don't want to die?"

"Senior brother is joking."

The man's expression was calm, and he said in a low voice: "Break the heart, destroy the soul, and of course life cannot be saved."

What the white-robed old man asked was almost nonsense.

There is no one in this world who can survive after the blood is exhausted and the soul is exhausted.

He didn't want to live either.

If he can destroy Daoming's plan before he dies, his life is worth it.

"Crazy, you are really crazy." The old man in white robe showed a nervous expression for the first time.

In his plan, he envisioned many ways to deal with accidents.

But these accidents did not include Dao Yuan's sudden sobriety and determination to commit suicide.

Didn't he always want to save this life and make public what he did?
Isn't he afraid that if he dies, the truth will be buried in the sea forever?
While talking, the old man in white robe waved his hand to loosen the chain, took out a heart-protecting pill, clasped the man's cheek tightly, and stuffed the pill into the man's mouth.

"Daoyuan, you and my brother, you know that the brother doesn't want your life. If you are alive, you can let you go after the brother is done. At that time, you will still be the ancestor of the Lingxiao Sect. The entire sect and even the entire cultivation world will obey you."

"If you die, at most I will not be able to ascend to the upper realm, and your bones will sink to the bottom of the sea forever. When I return to the sect, I will still be revered by people, and your disciples..."

The old man in white robe didn't finish his sentence, but the threatening meaning in his words was already very obvious.

If he doesn't follow what he said, he will let the remaining disciples of Luxia Peak be buried with him for his failed plan!

face this threat.

The man trapped by the chains only looked at him coldly, "There is no impenetrable wall in the world, brother, your scheme will not succeed."

"Your true face will be known to the world sooner or later."

"And this day, it won't be too far away."