"Mr. Qin." The Taoist Jiujie bowed to Qin Jian. The scene just now still made him feel scared and looked fearful.

"If you don't want to die, it's better to hide." Qin Jian reminded him.

The situation in the ancient ruins seemed to have gradually exceeded his control.

Even Qin Jian felt a sense of danger.

The Yin Qi tore apart, surrounding Qin Jian. The Star Art of Creation was circulated, and the power of the stars swept hard, and the Yin Qi was immediately destroyed. Qin Jian opened up a passage and walked towards the depths of Yinping Mountain.

Even if the disheveled figure left, the entire Yinping Mountain was even more intense.

It's like the underground of the entire mountain connecting the underworld.

Qin Jian came to the water zodiac land, and the power of his spiritual consciousness spread out, and he saw the scene seen by the old man in white robe.

A ferocious and distorted face appeared in front of him, and a grim smile appeared.

For a moment, the wind blew, making the hair stand out.

Qin Jian sacrificed the Sky Sword and slashed hard towards the face. The sword energy condensed by the starlight instantly penetrated Shui Ze.

Boom!

The water mist evaporated instantly.

The hideous and distorted face was broken. Before it was broken, the eyes were extremely gloomy and he stared at Qin Jian.

A strange aura wrapped around Qin Jian's body.

Qin Jian felt a split headache, and his eyebrows were even more painful. What should I do when I came to the world?

The whole body was bleeding out.

Ominous!

Qin Jian remembered what the Buddha statue mentioned.

Qin Jian's body shook, the magic magic technique was activated, and the power of his divine consciousness suddenly condensed, turned into an immortal sword and slashed it down.

The pain was gone, and his body was not bleeding.

However, the entire water slum was rapidly sunken, revealing a shallow riverbed, with a gap in it, and a stone tablet without words stood.

Tomb!

Qin Jian immediately reacted.

What exactly is this treasure related to the bronze coffin?

The gap in bottleneck inflammation enters it, like an ordinary tomb, with burial objects, as well as offerings such as pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks.

A stone tablet stands in front of it.

"The two different paths of Yin and Yang, dreaming of breaking the Yellow Spring River."

"Life and death are reversible, and yin and yang are subverted!"

These few sentences reveal a feeling of grief and a meaning of going against the will of heaven.

"Even the Immortal Emperor can't do anything about reversing life and death, subverting Yin and Yang." Qin Jian smiled coldly.

The higher you stand, the more you can understand how impossible it is to do something.

boom!

A sound like a Honglu Bell was heard, and his ears were broken.

The space seemed to be twisted, and scenes appeared. In the picture, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, and stars were falling, and the entire bright starry sky was dim and dull.

It seems to be in permanent nirvana.

There is a coffin that crosses the fierce starry sky, as if carrying a corpse, shaking continuously and making a clang.

A strong and iron-blooded aura came out, full of tragic and tragic.

This coffin seems to be crossing from the past time and space to the distant future.

The picture changed again.

There was a figure, covered with divine lights all over his body, and he couldn't see his face clearly. There were only those eyes, which brought the domineering look down at the sky and the earth, but there were streams of blood overflowing from his body.

The figure was exhausted and buried himself in a coffin.

The picture disappeared, and Qin Jian narrowed his eyes.

If he was not mistaken, the coffin that crossed the void just now should be one of the nine bronze coffins.

Qin Jian came to the center of this tomb, where a coffin was placed.

The coffin is carved with various pictures of ancient ancestors' sacrifices, but it is filled with a bloody and dark atmosphere.

People's mind can't help but be pulled into it.

The divine consciousness turned into a sword and slashed forward, and Qin Jian's mind was freed from it.

But the ominous aura appeared again, causing Qin Jian's skin to hurt, and something was going to penetrate into his body.

The black stars in the dantian shook and a scream came out.

It was a black air, without any entity, but had a consciousness.

Qin Jian's eyes were sharp and he wanted to lift the coffin. The aura similar to the bronze coffin was emitted from it.

The moment the coffin was lifted, Qin Jian saw a scene inside and widened his eyes.

The sleeping corpse inside the coffin turned out to be Qin Jian.

Or it is exactly the same as Qin Jian, with a blood hole all over his body, and a trace of dried blood overflowed.

The blood cave was filled with fragments of various weapons, some of which were reissued from divine gold.

Nicely, Qin Jian noticed the corpse exactly like him, and his closed eyes moved.

"No!" Qin Jian shouted sharply, "This is a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and a illusion dares to deceive me!"

The power of the stars came out in a mighty way and rushed into the coffin.

In the end, this corpse, which was exactly the same as Qin Jian, turned into a mummy, and her skinny appearance was extremely terrifying.

"The aura similar to the bronze coffin is emitted from this mummy." Qin Jian said in surprise.

In other words, this mummy had come into contact with a bronze coffin during his lifetime.

Woo ~

The wind roared in the tomb, and a bloody drizzle floated.

Boom!

At the same time, blood drizzled in the sky in many places in ancient ruins. All those who were stained had red hair, becoming neither human nor ghost.

Some beautiful female warriors covered their faces and screamed in horror.

In the end, their meaning became ignorant, like wild animals.

The change in this scene made the Yin Demon Clan unexpectedly, and their clan members also became like this.

"What happened in this ancient ruin?" One of the members of the Yin Demon Clan showed a look of horror.

Even the demon god of the Yin Demon Clan had a very bad look.

He remembered what Lord Demon Lord said to him when he delivered this ancient ruin to him.

Before this ancient ruin, there was another owner.

Although the original owner of the ancient ruins fell, the Demon Lord was very afraid of his name when he mentioned it.

The Yin Demon Clan is considered to occupy the nest.

It is hard to say that the original owner of the ancient ruins left some backhand before they fell.

In the tomb.

The environment in front of Qin Jian is changing dramatically, with a scene of mountains and flowing water, and a harmonious sound of piano and zither, which is indescribable.

Qin Jian appeared in a mountain. A middle-aged man with white hair and jade crown was holding the method of holding the indescribable Feng Shen, playing a guzheng song, and then slowly looked up at Qin Jian.

In those eyes, there is a kind of leisure and elegance.

"Fellow Taoist, please sit down." said the middle-aged man.

Qin Jian did not sit down, but was watching the middle-aged man coldly.

A golden flame flashed in his eyes, seeing through the illusion. There was no mountain flowing water here, the sound of the zither and zither, and only a mountain full of bones. The bench in front of him was a bone stool made of white bones.
Chapter completed!