Why do they always think that I am the hidden immortal emperor?

If this is the Ten Thousand Demons Tower, I am afraid that these people will be divided up, sold, and become slaves. It is considered a good thing. Some perverted demon monks may do something.

but.

It was not Jian Chen or Gu Nansheng who got the coffin in the end.

When the two of them accidentally looked at the coffin, they found that the coffin had disappeared.

They had no idea who stole the coffin.

Of course there is no feeling.

Because the person who stole the coffin was Longgu's flesh and blood puppet, and it was a puppet specially used for theft. Both of them were inferior to Longgu in realm and strength. If this could be discovered, Longgu would be so stupid.

in the seabed.

Longgu looked at the coffin in front of him and felt very good.

Apart from his mobile phone and flesh puppet, his biggest hobby is collecting coffins.

After all, puppets cannot be made immediately, and storage is sometimes a problem, so he is good at making coffins.

In that era, basically everyone would reserve a coffin of their own, because chaos was too frequent and there was no guarantee when it would perish.

It can be said that the death of the immortal was not worthy of being called a topic of conversation after dinner in that era.

The coffin that contained Longgu before was also made by him.

It can even be said that he made the coffins of the powerful men of that era.

Because He made it so well.

but.

The coffin ignited excitement in him.

"It's such a beautiful coffin, and its craftsmanship is better than mine. Who can make such a perfect thing? If I could communicate with him..."

After thinking about it, Longgu still shook his head.

No one can make a good coffin in this era. In other words, the maker of this coffin should also have been made by someone from a certain era in ancient times.

Oh, what a pity. I hope that person can be resurrected too.

In fact, the person who made this coffin was not alone.

It is made by tens of millions of people.

In the era of the Demon Emperor, those who resisted him found a treasure land and forcibly dissolved the Yunxian Divine Stone there with the blood sacrifices of millions of monks. After that, dozens of formation masters who had transcended the tribulation realm sacrificed their own souls. A sealing formation was set up, and finally it was forged by two true immortals using the original source.

Only then was this coffin created that could seal the Demon Emperor.

He looked carefully at the coffin and soon noticed imperfections.

"Zi, there is actually a sword mark, which is really unpleasant."

That's what he said, but there was nothing he could do.

The materials used to make this coffin were basically unavailable in this era.

Even if he wanted to get a small piece of Yunxian Divine Stone at that time, he would be happy for several days, and the sword mark was so big that if he wanted to make up for it, too many Yunxian Divine Stones would be needed.

In addition, he also felt a little afraid of the owner who caused this sword mark.

He knew the strength of the Yunxian Divine Stone. With his ability, it would take ninety-nine and eighty-one years to melt one-tenth of it. At most, it would even take hundreds of years to do it in the Infinite Fire. To complete a piece of jewelry, it must be in good condition.

And this man could actually use his sword to leave a hole in the Yunxian Divine Stone.

hiss!

Is this another big shot from that era resurrected?

So scary, so scary.

Long Gu shook his head and stopped thinking about this.

The most important thing for him to do now is to be happy.

After all, the size of the Yunxian Divine Stone in this coffin has exceeded the sum of all the Yunxian Divine Stones he obtained in his previous life. Together with other heavenly materials and earthly treasures, there are even several items that he cannot even recognize.

This is an endless opportunity for him.

How to melt it and use it for him?

Ah.

The Infernal Fire is no longer needed.

He has better.

With a flick of his finger, a flesh-and-blood puppet created from the headless corpse of King Xingtian appeared out of thin air. On his body, blood-red flames burned in the sea, and the surrounding space was instantly burned by the super high temperature into a huge dry space.

If it weren't for the formation and Longgu control as an isolation, the ocean within a thousand miles radius would evaporate in an instant.

Longgu also raised his hand. He also received part of King Xingtian's power, and the blood-red flames went towards the coffin in both directions.

Although it's a pity that this coffin belongs to him, for the sake of his grand plan, he has to give it up even if he doesn't want to.

"Hehehe... With it, I will definitely gain a place in this era."

Well, a place.

He dared not talk about ruling the era anymore.

Because the sword marks scared him.

People should be cowardly when they should be cowardly, and even immortals should be cowardly.

Longgu's mentality towards the realm of immortals is actually very simple.

He likes to collect.

Collect coffins, and flesh golems.

In this era, some powerful people might die, so he would just wait until they died, collect the bodies himself, and then find a place to become a force with only him.

Oh no.

There is also a little black dragon.

"Boss, it's so hot..."

"Go, go, go outside and cool off."

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On the pier of Qixing Island.

The place is bustling with people, and merchant ships from all over the world come here either through the portal or from other islands.

Because of the existence of Xianjiu Palace, Seven Star Island, which is closest to Xianjiu Palace, has become a very popular land.

People created new land nearby, making the current Seven Star Island more than ten times larger than before.

However, these ten times are only peripheral.

The central location of Seven Star Island, that is, the island itself has not undergone any changes, and outsiders are not allowed to modify the plants and trees here.

There is even a seaway that is 500 meters wide between the center and the periphery. Apart from the two bridges, there are only dozens of seaports forcibly separated by Jian Chen on the periphery.

To put it bluntly, the surrounding land is actually many islands surrounding the Seven Star Island.

Nothing on Seven Star Island has changed.

People speculated why he did this.

But no one will know that all this is just so that one day, Ye Jiu will not feel dissatisfied when he comes back. If it can make him happy, then all this will be worth it.

Chapter 312: The Immortal Trail of Seven Star Island

The home on Qixing Island is still the same as before. There are no fish and no water in the small pond.

Ye Jiu sat in front of the room and looked at the sky comfortably.

It was a really quiet day.

Chen Lian and Su Lianxue are not here. They went to the Harmony Building run by Zhao Xueqi, who has a very strong talent for making clothes.

Ye Jiu said hello to Zhao Xueqi in advance, thinking that he would give some recommendations.

Mo Mo, who fell from the sky, got off the boat after arriving at Qixing Island Pier and disappeared.

Although she said she would repay them if she had the chance, Ye Jiu never thought about asking her to repay them. Meeting by chance and saving someone would make his day more fulfilling, which was enough.

The weather today is very nice, sunny, but not hot.

He took out a table and placed it in front of him. He grabbed it and took out a magic weapon from the storage space.

Looking carefully, it turns out to be a small inkstone.

Speaking of which, he hasn't written for a long time.

Suddenly inspired, Ye Jiu took out paper and pen again.

Put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of the case, wave it gently, and a vigorous and powerful leaf character appears on the rice paper.

“I haven’t written in a long time, and I feel like I’ve regressed a bit.”

Shaking his head, he switched to the next one and continued writing.

Ye Jiu was writing unhappily, and his mind was completely focused on the words. He did not notice that at this moment, falling leaves appeared out of thin air over the entire Seven Star Island.

There are green leaves and autumn maple leaves.

People looked at this vision coming from the sky with amazement or amazement, but they did not know the reason.

Some monks who practice wood spirit roots were shocked the moment they touched these leaves. Just touching them can cause the wood spirit roots in the body to react.

Once you start practicing Taoism, your cultivation will increase at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under this rain of falling leaves, there are countless people who have made breakthroughs in cultivation.

From practicing Qi to building a foundation, to observing in caves and overcoming tribulations, no one is immune from this blessing.

Even if you are a mortal, if you soak the fallen leaves in water or take them directly, some desperate terminal diseases will be cured directly.

The leaves that fall into the land will gradually blend into it, making the land incredibly fertile.

This is not a vision.

This is a miracle.

People worshiped to heaven and thanked the immortal who had performed the miracle, even if they did not know who he was.

A rain of fallen leaves brings out the joy of life.

And this rain has no end.

There were a few more white clouds in the sky.

On this sunny day, the rain gleaming with the light of the sun falls softly.

In the small courtyard, the characters in front of Ye Jiu were written from Ye to Jiu.

A long, long time.

The monks once again discovered that the rain would increase people's life span.

It doesn't matter whether it's a mortal or a cultivator, a hundred years of life is contained in this rainwater.

Everyone, even the old man who was about to be buried, was called out to enjoy this long-lasting sunshine and rain.

At the breakfast shop on the corner, the manager and his two wives smiled contentedly.

They don't know anything about cultivating immortals. They only know that the future of the three of them can be longer.

In the Harmony Building.

Chen Lian and Su Lianxue pulled Zhao Xueqi and stood in the rain.

"The rain is so comfortable, it must have been done by my brother~"

Zhao Xueqi knew that Chen Lian was Ye Jiu's sister.

He turns out to be so powerful.

She suddenly felt a little inferior.