After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 241 240. Dragon Battlefield, the Terrifying Word "Burial" (7.3K Words - Please Subscribe)
Han Zhou, Yin Jiuchai, Ying Wubei, and Wusheng, these four people are all in the Xuanhuang realm.

This is only the realm of an "entry-level disciple" in Tianqi Sword Palace, but it is still quite "valuable" in this abandoned and ownerless land.

The world of cultivation is different from the mortal world.

The bitter cold of the mortal world might even breed brave folks and valiant warriors.

But in the world of Xiu Xuan, without resources, skills, and foundation, there are no strong people.

After Song Yan walked out of the Tianqi Sword Palace, he deeply understood that the "Two-Polar Sword Platform" of the Tianqi Sword Palace was a holy place for cultivation that many people yearned for.

Han Zhou, as a local tyrant in an abandoned area, has even abandoned his own world, with no living creatures in it. If he had not mastered the method of refining the world into a magic weapon, Han Zhou would have refined this abandoned world into a magic weapon long ago.

His "cave" is a "secret realm", and this "secret realm" is in a hidden "qi box" together with the other three people.

Qi box is just a small box.

But such a box can hold dozens of secret realms.

Its creation requires an undamaged boundary core and some weapon refiners who are proficient in "weapon refining"-type talismans, which is very rare.

After Song Yan entered the secret realm, he saw the extremely luxurious palace built by Han Zhou.

In the palace, there are beauties, fine wines, and treasures.

There are also many beautiful female cultivators that Han Zhou has recruited.

Song Yan would take whoever he wanted, and he did not refuse to call the female cultivator to sleep with him before going to bed.

The female cultivator he summoned was a righteous cultivator, but after being captured here, her righteous character was insulted to the utmost, and now all she could do was endless obedience.

Song Yan asked the female cultivator to serve him.

The bedding fluttered, and the body was like a fish in the waves, circling around him.

When he calmed down, he leaned back again and let the female cultivator feed him fine wine and magical fruits.

He was staring into the distance in a trance.

He recalled the scene in the Puppet Palace long ago.

Suddenly, he lowered his head slightly and pinched the female cultivator's chin.

Sweat was like dew on her rosy cheeks, and her pretty oval face showed a bit of evasion.

"Evil thief!"

The female cultivator said this hatefully.

Song Yan smiled faintly, he knew that this was the hatred that Han Zhou had deliberately left behind, and this hatred could make the time of love more exciting. But he also knew that Han Zhou had actually captured many female cultivators, but this one lived the longest.

Then, didn't this female cultivator deliberately retain her hatred for the demon's enjoyment and to allow herself to live longer because she knew that the demon needed this kind of stimulation?

Suddenly, Ning Yunmiao's words flashed through his mind.

"There is no good or evil in the law, only people. You practice evil in order to survive, and I don't blame you. If I can see you again in a hundred years, I hope to see a good swordsman with a righteous spirit."

A fire of evil suddenly rose in his heart.

He leaned over and began to enjoy the stimulation amid the female cultivator's moans.

At the end of the excitement, everything comes to a halt.

The air calmed and the frenzy faded, like the sudden silence at the end of a ventriloquist performance.

Suddenly, a sweet laugh was heard outside the hall.

Yin Jiuchai’s laughter.

She landed quietly, completely ignoring the mess on the couch.

The female cultivator hastily grabbed the gauze dress and hugged it tightly in her arms, stepped on the ground barefoot, lowered her head and let her hair down, and fled in panic.

Yin Jiuchai said charmingly: "Han Lang is always so capable, and my heart is really fluttering when I see him."

She sucked her fingers, looking at the man with lustful eyes as he ignored her gaze, got up naked, and put on his robe.

Song Yan said calmly: "How are the preparations going?"

Yin Jiuchai said, "I have captured a few scouts, Wubei has robbed a lot of magic weapons, Wusheng is in seclusion in his cave, I think he has prepared a lot. How about you, Hanlang? Where is the skin you promised me?"

Snapped.

Song Yan raised his hand and threw it.

One of Han Zhou's "leather jackets" in stock was thrown away.

Yin Jiuchai examined it briefly, her face showing joy, she spread it out and shook it, and said with a smile: "It's an old woman, so she and Han Lang look more like a couple."

Song Yan imitated Han Zhou's style, hugged the beautiful demon woman with half a bronze ghost face, and said softly: "After this job is done, we will live in seclusion, and then we can live a few days of peace, have a litter of babies, and watch the rise and fall of civilization. It's always so tiring, it's time to take a break."

Yin Jiuchai chuckled, then tapped Song Yan's lips and said, "I just love you telling these lies, but next time, tell them something new. You've said this more than a hundred times."

Song Yan suddenly said seriously: "Nine Lady, after we finish this job, we will become a pair of chivalrous sword cultivators, living together and wandering the starry sky."

Yin Jiuchai was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, and said sweetly, "Okay."

Then, she added: "Han Lang is still useful, like those male cultivators in my secret realm, they are all very dull.

The words he spoke were trembling, his face was pale, and he looked unlucky. I killed several of them but still couldn't get rid of my anger. He can't speak, and his skin is useless. He is really useless!
Han Lang, do you have anything else to say to make me happy? "

Song Yan found it funny to hear his former dream being mercilessly mocked.

He glanced at the ghost-faced witch in his arms.

The seductress was looking up at him with a dazed look of expectation for a lover.

This made him feel like he had become a true evil cultivator.

In order to survive, he has taken the initiative to subvert the world. What else can't a person like him do?

So, he was in a rare mood, and after thinking for a while, he decided to pick out a few more dreams from the past and tell them to the seductress in his arms to amuse herself, while he could also laugh loudly along with her.

Aren’t dreams just daydreams?

But at this moment, a golden treasure rack made of dark yellow material not far away suddenly twisted, and cold words suddenly climbed onto the dazzling dark yellow material, making the gold covered with dust and showing a chilling cold tone.

Song Yan was unable to dodge and saw one word: Extreme.

These are the opening words of “The Far North Pivot, where the power of the stars is hidden.”

Wa Wen cursed him relentlessly, hoping that he would use the power of the Far North Star Region so that his soul would be shattered and he could become a container.

However, only one word "极" appeared on the treasure shelf of mysterious yellow matter.

The second word was twisted and distorted, and after changing several times, it shrank back, and the first word "极" also disappeared without a trace.

Even so, Song Yan's body trembled violently, as if "a mortal was sleeping soundly in bed in the cold winter, but was suddenly thrown into an ice hole."

With that shudder, a bone-chilling chill spread throughout his body.

Yin Jiuchai felt his body tremble, looked up in astonishment and asked, "Han Lang?"

Her eyes were actually flashing with a different color.

Song Yan suddenly pushed her away and said with a smile: "What? You want to fight?"

Yin Jiuchai retreated several feet and landed gracefully on the ground. He raised his ghost face and saw that he had recovered as before, then he chuckled and said, "This is the rule, Han Lang is not unaware of it.

If something suddenly happens to you and you become too weak, you will be eaten by someone sooner or later. Not to mention those far away, even the little ghost Ying Wubei and Wusheng will not let go of this opportunity.

Rather than giving others a bargain, it’s better to give me a bargain.

At least I will just make Han Lang a person who listens to me obediently, waits for me to come back in the secret realm every day, and says nice things to please me, hehe."

After that, she continued: "However, I see Han Lang is very strong, but Ying Wubei looks like he is a little injured. He didn't dare to tell anyone and I discovered it by accident.

Han Lang, I'm good to you, right? I'll tell you everything. When that kid gets into trouble, we can share him together."

Song Yan imitated Han Zhou's style and said in a cold voice: "If you are no longer capable, I will turn you into a female cultivator who can only wait for me on the couch."

Yin Jiuchai laughed and said, "Han Lang is so heartless. He just said that we would live together and roam the starry sky, but now he wants to erase my memory and leave me on the ground to serve you."

When she smiled, her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, as if she was judging whether he was pretending or not.

But she soon realized to her disappointment that the man in front of her was not injured.

The two chatted about the layout of the "Ancient Dragon Battlefield" and then Yin Jiuchai left.

The heated conversation also made Song Yan feel that he had regained some of his popularity.

When he looked up at the treasure rack not far away, the words created by the "Wawen Curse" did not appear again.

However, deep in his body and soul he felt an extremely chilling feeling stirring and bulging, as if a dead person's heart suddenly began to beat weakly, or as if a pale hand suddenly appeared in the abdominal cavity of a living person.

That hand crawls and crawls, trying to crawl through your intestines, stomach, esophagus, throat, and then stretch out of your mouth.

Song Yan retracted his gaze and thought to himself: "We have to speed up."

"The Ancient Dragon Battlefield" sounds like a very large battlefield, and it also exists in a very hidden place.

But, it is the opposite.

Because the "Ancient Dragon Battlefield" is one of the countless rusty ancient swords hanging in the sky, dripping blood.

But the key is, you have to know which one it is.

The world sealed in this rusty ancient sword is completely a "big blind box". Some of them may contain some treasures, while others may be empty and only have corpses left. If you want to open this "big blind box" once, you have to spend four high-quality Starfire Spirit Stones.

One high-quality Starfire Spirit Stone is equal to one hundred ordinary Starfire Spirit Stones.

Before that, the sword that the Emperor intended to sell at the Star Raft Market, "although broken, contained the souls of many sword geniuses in the world, and was forged by the gold of the Five Elements of the Underworld and a powerful demon," was only worth this much.

Four top-grade Starfire Spirit Stones are really a lot for the cultivators in this ownerless abandoned land.

But it cannot be avoided.

Because the entrance to the Rusty Sword Ancient Battlefield is filled with too much bizarre and unknown evil energy, if one wants to pass through the passage and step into it, one must use the Taiyin Sun Fire in the top-grade Starfire Spirit Stone to clear the way.

Two coins when entering and two coins when exiting.

At this time, Han Gong Song Yan threw out one, and Ying Wubei also took out one.

Two top-grade Starfire Spirit Stones drilled into the tip of a rusty sword one after the other.

Yin Jiuchai glanced at Ying Wubei.

The little boy said, "I checked it out, it's right here, there's no mistake."

Yin Jiuchai held her chest and chin in her hands, glanced at a white-robed monk and an armored monk next to her, and shouted, "Go in!"

The two monks looked at him obsessively, one said "As long as Jiu Niang is happy, I am willing to do anything", and the other said "Jiu Niang, can you smile again?"

Yin Jiuchai said coldly: "Go in and explore the way!"

When the two monks heard her voice, they were like a long-drought finally ending in rain, and they turned into rainbow light and flew in.

Yin Jiuchai followed closely behind, and then came Ying Wubei, Wusheng, Han Gong and Song Yan.

The six people formed a long line and rushed into the rusty sword world with the high-quality Starfire Spirit Stone leading the way.

From the outside, it looked like a rusty sword was only dripping one or several drops of blood in the blink of an eye, but when you enter here, you will find that it is like diving into a vast, bottomless sea of ​​blood filled with all kinds of corpses.

This is like the ocean being placed on a dropper, and there is no telling when it will end.

The Spark Spirit Stone burned with golden flames.

The vast sea was instantly evaporated and a passage was left.

When one runs out, another one comes on.

By the time the second Starfire Spirit Stone was exhausted, the six people had already broken out of the sea and arrived at the surface of the blood sea in this Rusty Sword World.

Yin Jiuchai sniffed intoxicatedly and said, "The mysterious energy here is very abundant, but since we can detect that this is the ancient battlefield of the giant dragon, others can naturally detect it as well."

Wusheng said, "I have been squatting near this rusty sword for five years. During these five years, only two Xuanhuang 1st level cultivators brought some little guys into it. After they entered, they have not come out yet."

Ying Wubei said, "It's only been five years. I'm afraid they have already found some treasure and are digesting it quickly."

After saying that, he shook his big head slightly, looked at Yin Jiuchai and said, "You stinky woman, quickly let your servants explore the way. We have to hurry up too. We don't know if there will be anyone coming later."

Yin Jiuchai approached Song Yan with dissatisfaction and said in a coquettish voice: "Han Lang, this little brat actually scolded me."

Her coquettish look made the two white-robed monks stare blankly.

Han Gong Song Yan glanced around and said, "Everyone, be careful. Don't let anything go wrong. Those Xuanhuang monks who just entered may be digesting the treasures, or they may have died."

Ying Wubei said with a strange smile in a childish voice: "Mr. Han, how come you have become so timid? Who are we? Who is that Xuanhuang cultivator? Can we compare?

If you don't want to act rashly, then I won't be polite. Let me make it clear first, the old rules, whoever starts the fight gets the biggest share, whoever sees the treasure first gets the biggest share! I'm leaving first!"

After saying that, the big-headed kid's figure shook, the surrounding space vibrated, but he had disappeared without a trace.

Yin Jiuchai glanced at him and said, "Wusheng, why don't you follow?"

The giant smiled innocently and said, "You little devil, your hair hasn't even fully grown yet. I think it's safer to stay with Mr. Han and you."

The right side of Yin Jiuchai's pretty face suddenly frosted, her red lips curled slightly, and she sneered, "Don't think I don't know that the little ghost seemed to run away, but in fact he was looking for a place to hide, right?"

As she said this, she looked at Wusheng with a smile and said, "As for you, you just keep an eye on us here. Once a war breaks out and we are all weakened, that little devil will suddenly appear and work with you to take care of us and our treasures. Am I right?"

Wusheng did not deny it and laughed, "I told the little ghost a long time ago not to do these things, but he just wouldn't listen. However."

The giant waved his hands and said, "Mr. Han, the little devil just wanted to take advantage of the situation and he definitely has no intention of fighting among us. The four of us are one, and we need to rely on each other to survive here."

Yin Jiuchai crossed her arms and looked at him suspiciously, then looked at Song Yan and said, "Han Lang, what do you say we should do?"

Song Yan was still counting on these three to lead the way for him, so he said, "We will go in together and out together." Wusheng took advantage of the situation and said, "I will call the little ghost back right away!"

Yin Jiuchai snorted coldly.

After a while.
The space shook again, and the big-headed kid reappeared in the same place.

Han Gong Song Yan said coldly: "Don't try to be clever, this place is not that safe. Let's change the old rules first. No matter who gets the treasure, we will divide it according to need after we get out. Of course, if someone puts in a decisive effort in grabbing the treasure, then the treasure will naturally belong to him."

The three evil cultivators looked at each other and nodded.

Seeing this, Yin Jiuchai took Song Yan's arm and said softly, "Han Lang, where should we go first?"

Song Yan glanced around.

To be honest, there was a sea of ​​blood everywhere, and the space here was so solid that I couldn't even feel a piece of space debris.

He narrowed his eyes, and as his spiritual sense scanned the area, he felt something strange.

He suddenly said: "The thickness of space is different."

Ying Wubei listened to him and sensed it carefully for a long time. Then, he rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Han is so perceptive! It seems that there is more than one layer of space here!"

Yin Jiuchai said: "Yes, the ancient battlefield here is most likely a layer within a layer. The space inside is broken, but it is wrapped up by the second layer. The second layer is broken again, but it is wrapped up by the third layer. Only by patching up in this way can the space here be extremely solid, but the thickness is not uniform."

Ying Wubei laughed strangely and said, "That means this sea of ​​blood is only the first layer of outer space."

Wu Sheng said: "When the heaven and earth are penetrated by the sea of ​​suffering, a tumor will occur. If there is a breach in the space, there will be a restriction. As for what kind of restriction it is, it will probably be combined with the situation of the breach. In short, we just need to find the fluctuation of the restriction."

The four evil cultivators were all knowledgeable and experienced, and at this moment they united as one, and after discussing together, they quickly came up with a set of rules.

Yin Jiuchai nudged Song Yan's arm, raised her hand and coldly rebuked the two monks who were staring at her, saying: "Why don't you explore the way?!"

The two monks withdrew their envious gazes and flew towards each other.

Four evil cultivators followed closely behind.

Song Yan took out a needle box from his arms.

This is Han Zhou’s magic weapon.

He picked up a needle and threw it on the spot, and the needle floated in the air.

Song Yan threw one every few steps to avoid getting lost in this vast sea of ​​blood.

one year later
Bang! !

The white-robed monk who was exploring the way suddenly exploded. Although his body was broken, his soul and mind were still struggling. He used all kinds of treasures with all his strength, shouting as he used them: "Jiu Niang! Jiu Niang! I'm dying! Can you smile again?"

The people who were following stopped and looked at the scene in front of them with great solemnity.

The four of them knew the whereabouts of these two monks.

Although he was an early-stage cultivator who reached the Xuanhuang realm with the help of some secret medicines, he had condensed the core of the realm by himself. Now, in this situation, he could die at any time, which showed the danger.

Yin Jiuchai snuggled up to Song Yan intimately, and at the same time gave a sweet smile to the struggling monk.

The monk looked at the smile in fascination, then roared angrily.

"Fight!"

There was another strong energy fluctuation.

Countless lightning flashes, blooming with colorful colors.

The purple lightning on the outermost edge, the red thunder in the middle, and the blazing white lightning at the core were like dragons and pythons swimming around, attacking the monk frantically.

Ying Wubei said, "I didn't expect to see a real thunder explosion pool. There are three colors here, so it should be the three-calamity thunderstorm pool."

Wu Sheng said: "Even the floating water droplets in this area are liquid lightning tribulations. If anyone who enters accidentally gets contaminated by a drop, it will trigger the lightning tribulation. If they move any more, a chain reaction will occur, and then it will be like now."

Ying Wubei said: "There must be a second entrance here! The entrance should be right there!"

He pointed suddenly and saw a purple-looking patch of water in the center of the sea of ​​blood.

Yin Jiuchai heard this, her eyes moved slightly, and she shouted: "If you really want to make me happy, then hold on, and help me open a way there."

She raised her finger and pointed toward the purple waters.

The bloody white-robed monk turned his head to look.

Yin Jiuchai gave a pitiful smile.

All of a sudden, the white-robed monk was filled with strong emotions. He completely ignored the fact that his soul was about to be torn apart, and roared "Ahhhh" as he dived into the water.

The thunder in the sky became more and more intense.

Yin Jiuchai pointed at the remaining armored monk who was exploring the way.

The armored monks followed closely.

The four evil cultivators then looked at each other, flashed and flew away.

After a while.
Five figures appeared in a barren and dry mountain area with no grass.

The sea of ​​blood here turned into a river of blood.

Looking down from above, you can see countless rivers converging with each other and slowly connecting to one place.

That place was exactly the three disasters thunderstorm pool from before.

Song Yan weighed the bead he had picked up from the center of the pool when he was crossing the Three Tribulations Thunderstorm Pool.

The bead was formed from photochemical liquid and then crystallized. Three colors flowed on it, and the power of heavenly thunder flowed. It was obviously a thunder treasure.

"Mr. Han is really lucky. This Three Tribulations Heavenly Thunder Pearl is a good thing." Ying Wubei glanced at it greedily.

Song Yan didn't think much of it. The killing power of this bead was limited to the Xuanhuang realm. He had the Red Dust Sword Gourd given by Ning Yunmiao, so how could he be interested in it? He would only be tempted if it contained a stronger heavenly tribulation.

So, he said, "Distribute according to needs after we get out."

Ying Wubei was stunned and asked, "Mr. Han, are you serious?"

Song Yan said: "This bead is in my hand, do I have any reason to lie to you?"

Ying Wubei showed a look of joy and said, "Mr. Han is indeed the most disciplined cultivator among us evil cultivators."

Yin Jiuchai laughed.

She understood Mr. Han.

There are many explanations for Mr. Han’s rules.

Sparing your life today is the rule, and killing you tomorrow is also the rule.

After laughing, she looked around and said, "There may be a third floor. Let's keep looking."

Song Yan continued to twist the needle and throw it into position.

Although the surviving armored monk was trembling, he was unable to resist Yin Jiuchai's charm and was driven to explore the way forward.

half year later.
"Ahhhhh!!!"

The armored monk screamed.

His whole body was constantly exploding. He tried to break free, but was dragged down by a bloody, exploding hand.

The four evil cultivators stopped and observed carefully.

Upon seeing this, the four of them all found something strange.

Yin Jiuchai said: "There are actually powerful talisman cultivators in this space. There are countless explosive talisman papers hidden in the blood river here, and these talisman papers are interconnected with each other, and they have faintly developed some spirituality."

Ying Wubei said in horror: "Could it be the Jieling Realm!?"

The Jie Ling Realm is the third realm of Xuan Huang, and is also referred to as the Jian Ling Realm by the Tianqi Sword Palace.

Similarly, the second realm of Xuanhuang, the "Sword Realm", is called the "Realm of Realm" outside.

The four of them looked unhappy immediately, because if there was an area that could only be passed through by those in the "Spirit Realm", then this trip would have been in vain.

Yin Jiuchai looked at the river formed by the blood talisman and said tenderly, "Rush in!"

The armored monk heard the sound and showed signs of struggling, but he only struggled for a moment, then he roared and went inside.

The four of them stared intently, and when they saw that a path had been cut through the blood river, they showed joy on their faces.

Ying Wubei said: "It's just a ban, not a life yet!"

The four of them flashed and followed.

After a short while.

The four people appeared in a new space.

A gloomy look flashed across the eyes of the four people. The reason was very simple. When they passed the Exploding Talisman River just now, the four people saw a corpse at the bottom of the river. The corpse was surrounded by countless explosive talismans, and there was a jade slip in the corpse's arms.

There is no doubt that the jade slip must be the inheritance of the corpse, and it contains powerful talisman knowledge.

Unfortunately, none of the four dared to take it, because the massive amount of explosive talismans were too terrifying. Once the "talismans" were possessed by them, they would not be able to leave alive.

However, the sadness in the four people's eyes soon disappeared.

This is because the third layer of space has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Here, there is no lifeless sea of ​​blood or river of blood, but instead it is filled with vibrant green.

All kinds of mysterious flowers and wonderful plants grew wildly, and their aerial roots were like dragons, winding and circling for dozens of miles, intertwining with each other.

The four of them scanned the area with their spiritual senses, and Ying Wubei was suddenly overjoyed. He pointed to a place not far away and said, "There!"

In fact, the other three people had already seen it without him pointing it out.

It was a fairyland-like open space, surrounded by flowers, with two tombstones standing close together in the central space.

The left stele reads: Our late master, Hanshan Zhenren, forgot all emotions and attained enlightenment here——The unworthy disciple Lu Shuangbai stood there in tears.

There are small words at the bottom of the stele: The sword is buried with old feelings, future generations should be careful when opening it.

The stele on the right reads: My teacher, Goddess Xianggu, burned her body to satisfy her desires and attained enlightenment here - written in blood by her evil disciple Hong Yaner.

Small words at the bottom of the stele: The lingering fragrance in the bones, whoever touches it will have all seven emotions corrupted.

Yin Jiuchai's eyes sparkled as she said, "Sword burying old love? Fragrance lingering in the bones? There are at least two treasures!"

Wusheng asked, "Where are the two Xuanhuang monks? I haven't seen them along the way."

Ying Wubei said, "The Three Tribulations Thunder Pond and the Blood Talisman River are enough to crush them to dust. The treasure is right in front of you, so why don't you take it?"

While the three were arguing, Song Yan's spiritual sense continued to scan into the distance. Soon, he saw a lot of giant beast skeletons, and the skeleton of a giant dragon suddenly appeared in front of him.

'Really?!'

Song Yan was ecstatic.

He glanced at the tombstone in front of him calmly; he would not act rashly.

After a little thought, he decided to arrange the division of labor.

But before he could open his mouth, a sense of foreboding suddenly came to his mind.

He suddenly turned his head and saw a red line appearing between Wusheng's eyebrows. Then the red line exploded into a bloody centipede, and his body and soul were split into two.

When he turned his head again, he saw Ying Wubei falling to the ground quickly, kneeling in front of the tomb, looking up at Song Yan strangely, and shouting: "Daddy."

The strong confusing force made Song Yan pause, but he was not nervous. Instead, he patted his waist.

There was no gourd around his waist.

The next moment, another terrifying force emerged. He saw the boundaries presented in space, as well as two figures that suddenly appeared, and two forces that suddenly exerted on him.

He heard Yin Jiuchai's terrified scream.

"Ying Wubei, it turns out you have already become a puppet!"

"Han Lang! He is a cultivator from the Realm Realm!"

Bang! ! !
Song Yan's eyes were completely dark.

Ten years later.
Wow.
An uninhabited, abandoned area in muddy rain.

In the darkness, the lid of a coffin was suddenly opened.

The young man in black robe sat up, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He was dazed for a moment before he woke up.

The sudden rain made his black hair wet.

He touched the Red Dust Sword Gourd in the coffin, and sensed the situation around him, and couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, they are all here!"

'Even the Three Tribulations Heavenly Thunder Pearl is there!'

The horror of "The Law of Dragon Burial", especially the word "burial" behind the forbidden character, is revealed here.

Thousands of coffins share the same life.

As long as you die, you will be reborn in the coffin.

Everything before death will be brought back to life without any loss.

PS: Some book friends suggested that we should use less “.”. Let me explain here. No matter how many “.” there are, as long as they are connected together, even if there are one hundred, they are only counted as one word. Taohuasu does not use “.” as a watermark.

(End of this chapter)