Douluo Continent: Qian Renxue dug up the wrong grave, and I ruthlessly controlled her.

Brain storage facility!

I promise to return it to you!

death Note!

The Golden Generation (X)

Ma Hongjun (X)

Li Yusong (X)

Zao Wou-Ki (X)

Yu Xiaogang (X)

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The setting sun, like blood, shone on the remote, desolate countryside.

The air was thick with dust and a deathly stillness.

Only the soul power emanating from the members of the Spirit Hall permeated the air.

"Grandpa, are you sure this is the place?"

Qian Renxue stared at the small mound of earth not far away, her eyes full of doubt.

"If the genealogy records are correct, the remains of the ninth-generation ancestor are buried here."

Qian Daoliu's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.

"So, this place has a divine lineage?"

A hint of anticipation flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes.

"That's right."

"The ninth pope came here specifically to carry on the lineage, but unfortunately, the succession failed, and he ultimately perished here."

Qian Daoliu nodded slowly.

Although their Spirit Hall has the inheritance of the Angel God, who wouldn't want more of the inheritance of a god?

Even if the Sen clan cannot use it, passing it on to other worshippers is an excellent choice.

Unfortunately...

Failed!

"In that case, I'll trouble you all to get to work on the digging."

Qian Renxue nodded, indicating that everyone could begin.

Dozens of Soul Saints from the Spirit Hall immediately took the order and began digging at the small mound.

The Soul Saint's physical attributes are quite good; even without activating his Martial Soul, his mining speed is still quite fast.

As time went by, the soil was constantly turned up, and the pits became deeper and deeper.

The excavation depth quickly reached more than 500 meters.

But the soil below was just ordinary soil, with nothing unusual about it.

"Could there be an error in the family genealogy regarding the Grand Offering?"

"We've dug over 500 meters, but there's not even a trace of divine inheritance, not even a hint of special soul power fluctuations."

Qianjun Douluo frowned, his tone tinged with doubt.

"This ordinary, desolate wilderness doesn't seem like a place with divine heritage at all. I'm afraid I've come to the wrong place."

The demon-slaying deity also stepped forward and echoed the sentiment.

"That's what I think too."

"Me too!"

The other worshippers also gathered around, their expressions full of doubt and confusion.

"No, I sensed it!"

"There's an extremely powerful energy fluctuation below; it's definitely not something ordinary!"

The golden crocodile, after sensing for a moment, had a look of shock in its eyes.

"Jin E is right. This fluctuation... far exceeds that of an ordinary Title Douluo. It must be the ancestral coffin."

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes, a hint of solemnity flashing in them.

Hearing this, although everyone still had doubts, they did not say anything more.

Keep digging!

Another half hour passed quickly!

The depth has reached several thousand meters!

A bottomless pit, several mounds of earth as big as small hills...

This is what they achieved after more than an hour of hard work.

Just as everyone was about to give up, a blinding crimson suddenly caught their eye.

A corner of the coffin was visible in the half-buried soil.

"Found it, you can all leave now!"

Qian Daoliu released his soul power and carefully pulled the coffin out.

The six great masters and Qian Renxue all gathered around and stepped forward.

A blood-red coffin lay silently before them.

The coffin was an eerie dark red color, and its surface was covered with complex and incomprehensible patterns.

The coffin was tightly bound by rows of black chains.

But the vast majority of the chains were already rotten and decayed.

Only a single, pitch-black chain remained, but it was riddled with cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

"Xue'er!"

Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened, and he nodded to Qian Renxue.

"clear!"

Qian Renxue's body shone with a burst of golden light.

The six-winged angel martial spirit is fully unleashed.

Yellow, purple, black!

Six spirit rings rose from beneath his feet and swirled around his body!

The sacred aura contrasted sharply with the cold, eerie atmosphere emanating from the coffin below.

Qian Renxue is currently 20 years old and her soul power is over level 60.

It is unknown how others would evaluate this, but Qian Daoliu was very satisfied.

Fifth Soul Skill: Angelic Holy Sword!

The ten-thousand-year soul ring emitted a profound light, and a golden longsword appeared in Qian Renxue's palm!

Qian Renxue gripped her longsword and slashed at the dark red coffin.

A burst of golden sword light suddenly erupted and struck the decaying chains.

"clang--"

A piercing metallic clang rang out.

The black chain first developed a crack, as if it had been severed.

But the next second, the cracks on the chains mysteriously disappeared, as if they had been absorbed into the chains.

Immediately afterwards, the entire chain vanished into thin air without any external force, as if it had never existed.

"Was it severed by the young master, or...?"

Qianjun Douluo frowned, his face full of doubt.

The next second, something unexpected happened!

Without anyone touching it, the lid of the blood-red coffin suddenly and slowly lifted up, revealing a tiny crack.

"What's going on?!"

Qian Renxue's pupils shrank sharply, and she held the golden holy sword horizontally in front of her, her expression extremely vigilant.

The seven great worshippers immediately tensed up, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

The moment the coffin lid was lifted slightly, an incredibly terrifying aura burst forth from the crack!

This aura is extremely strange!

It has no attributes, giving people a feeling of deathly stillness and emptiness.

"wrong!"

"This is not the aura of our ancestors! This is definitely not their coffin!"

Qian Daoliu's voice was filled with unprecedented shock and fear, and even a hint of disbelief.

The supreme soul power of level ninety-nine erupted instantly, forming a golden barrier in front of everyone.

The other six elders also dared not be negligent and released their martial spirits at the same time!

Golden Crocodile King, Azure Phoenix, Crimson Flame Lion, Radiant Feather Divine Bow, and Coiled Dragon Staff x2!

The seven people's soul power converged, forming a terrifying force that pressed down on the coffin, attempting to close the lid again.

However, their soul power, when it landed on the coffin, was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

The coffin lid continued to rise slowly, and the gaps grew wider and wider.

The terrifying aura grew stronger and stronger, causing all the titled Douluo present to feel a chill run down their spines.

Just then, a pair of slender, fair hands suddenly pressed down on the edge of the coffin.

These hands were pure white, yet they exuded an eerie stillness, creating a stark visual contrast with the blood-red coffin.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly rose from the coffin.

As everyone stared intently, a chill instantly shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads!

That was an extremely bizarre existence!

His left side was semi-transparent, and you could even see the view behind him; it had no sense of solidity.

The right half of the body, however, is incredibly lifelike, featuring half of an extremely handsome male face.

The combination of these two extreme forms on the same body creates a strong sense of incongruity and horror.

"Hahaha……"

"It's done! I've succeeded!"

A voice filled with ecstatic joy resounded throughout the universe, deafening everyone in the Spirit Hall.

"A demon! This is a demon! We've made a terrible mistake!"

Qian Daoliu stared intently at the strange figure, his eyes filled with horror.