After being reminded by Lin Yige, Mingyue noticed something strange about herself after taking a Soul Requiem Pill.
After a while, Yu Mingyue tried to push the coffin lid, but it didn't move at all.
She increased her strength, but still couldn't open the coffin lid.
With her current strength in the middle stage of the Golden Core, even a coffin lid filled with nails can be easily opened.
According to the last words left by the shrine maiden Yuzhi, after the fragments of the elixir are restored and refined into a soul-suppressing elixir, the hanging coffin can naturally be opened to find out the truth behind the genocide.
But the coffin lid seems to be integrated with the coffin and is indestructible.
Is it possible that the coffin lid has also been programmed with the art of hating victory?
After thinking for a moment, Yu Mingyue cupped her hands to Lin Yige and said, "Master Lin, please step back three feet."
This matter has nothing to do with the Guiyi Sect.
Master Lin had just fought against the Stainless Spider King, and had undergone another poison extraction. Her strength has not yet been restored. Now is the time when she is weak, so it is not safe for her to take risks.
Lin Yige was noncommittal and stepped back three feet as he was told, holding the Gengxin Sword in his hand.
Then, Yu Mingyue closed her eyes and raised her hands above her head, stepping on her feet with a strange rhythm, and began to sing a spell in an ups and downs.
The strange-pitched chanting seemed to vibrate the entire space.
An invisible sense of oppression erupted from Yu Mingyue's body.
After reciting a lengthy incantation for a long time, Yu Mingyue opened her eyes, and a ball of scarlet flame ignited in her eyes.
She scanned the entire hanging coffin back and forth twice before the light in her eyes dimmed and returned to its original state.
Yu Mingyue frowned and explained to Uncle Lin on the side: "If you want to open the coffin, you must first get rid of the aversion to victory, but that was set by the witch Yuzhi from the sealed coffin..."
According to the legend passed down by witches from generation to generation, before her death, the shrine maiden decided to use her own body as a weapon to cast the victory-hating technique.
Before that, Yu Mingyue didn't think much about it. She just thought that the coffin and coffin were sealed by the successor witch, and the coffin was hung under the cliff of the main peak of Jiuli Mountain by the natal Gu insect and has been guarded to this day. p>
But she never expected that after being sealed alive in the coffin, the witch Wu Zhi used herself as a weapon and used her last bit of life to set up a victory-defying technique.
Yu Mingyue didn’t know where to start.
Seeing her delay in taking action, Lin Yige couldn't help but ask: "What if we set it up from within?"
Yu Mingyue said worriedly: "In order to get rid of the weariness, we must first come into contact with the artifact, which is the body of the witch Yu Zhi in the coffin."
"You can't open the coffin without opening the coffin, and you can't open the coffin without opening the coffin?" Lin Yige nodded clearly and asked doubtfully, "Isn't this a contradiction?"
Yu Mingyue nodded. She didn't know what she thought of. She suddenly paused while touching her fluffy and shiny hair, and her eyes widened.
"I wonder if Uncle Lin found anything when he explored the hanging coffin before?"
Lin Yige rolled her eyes slightly and said truthfully: "It's nothing, it's just that Yuzhi is asleep in the coffin, and she doesn't know whether she is alive or dead."
Even in her Void Refining Stage, her spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate Yuan Zhi's body to judge whether she is really dead or fake. The Jiuli clan's victory-weary technique does have merit.
Seeing Mingyue lowering her head and thinking deeply again, Lin Yige glanced at the hanging coffin, suddenly her heart moved, and said, "Master Nephew, can you tell me about the funeral customs in Jiuli Mountain?"
Before leaving Heming Mountain, although there was a jade slip given by Liu Fufeng about the customs and folk customs of the Jiuli tribe, it only focused on the marriage customs of the matrilineal Jiuli tribe and Jiuzhou, and did not mention the marriage customs.<
/p>
When she was dealing with the colorful spider, she was able to tour the main peak of Mount Jiuli.
The strange thing is that there is only Yuzhi’s hanging coffin under the cliff of the main peak of Jiuli Mountain.
Yu Mingyue was stunned for a moment and explained: "The land is high with mountains, and the Jiuli tribe practices cliff burial. We Jiuli people will bury the bones for nine years, then pick up the bones and put them into small coffins. Then dig a cave on the cliff.
Place the small coffin containing the remains in the excavated cliff cave and seal it. If Master Lin looks carefully, you should be able to find many traces on the cliff."
Lin Yige thought about it for a moment, and there seemed to be some traces under the cliff of the main peak. She had previously thought that Jiuli Mountain had a special landform and some uneven soil quality.
"Then why does the coffin of the witch Wu Zhi hang in the air, neither touching the sky nor the ground?" Lin Yige muttered, "I haven't seen any other witches that are so special."
Without waiting for Yuan Mingyue to answer, Lin Yige asked directly: "According to what you said, if you want to re-bury the bones, there is no need to keep the coffin intact?"
Yu Mingyue vaguely understood the implication of her words and said in surprise: "Uncle Lin means...forcibly opening the coffin lid?"
"That's right." Lin Yige said without hesitation, "You only need to cut off the coffin lid with a flat sword, and it won't hurt Yu Zhi's body at all."
Lin Yige didn't think there was anything wrong with his statement. It wasn't like splitting the coffin in half vertically, just cutting off the lid.
Yu Mingyue's red lips opened and closed, and she was speechless for a long time.
Uncle Lin's method seemed to make sense, but she always felt that something was not quite right.
Maybe she's not flexible enough?
After thinking for a long time, Yu Mingyue nodded and said, "Disciple, let's give it a try."
After saying that, she took a step back and drew out the black iron sword from her waist.
Yu Mingyue calmed down, mobilized the spiritual power of her Dantian, aimed at a depth of two inches and swung a sword flatly.
With a sound of "昘", the black iron sword tip accurately stuck into the boundary between the coffin and the coffin lid.
Yu Mingyue continued to increase her spiritual power output, but the sword tip could not advance even half an inch further.
"Boom——"
The black iron sword finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke into two pieces at the waist.
Yu Mingyue's body swayed, and she stood up straight holding the broken sword, but the tip of the sword was still stuck in the coffin.
Her face felt a little hot, but it was because of her lack of cultivation.
The Black Iron Sword itself is not of high grade, but if it is strong enough, it can be turned into a sword by flying flowers and picking leaves.
Just like Uncle Lin, he can kill peak Nascent Soul stage monks who are higher than himself with only a mediocre purple bamboo whip.
Lin Yige was a little surprised to see that she broke the sword and failed to split the coffin.
Even a long black iron sword could not split open Yuzhi's hanging coffin, which shows that the Dalbergia rosewood used in it is of extremely high age, but Jiuli Mountain is not the origin of Dalbergia rosewood...
"Master Nephew, please step back first, and I will help you open the coffin."
Lin Yige spoke while communicating with Geng Xin's spiritual consciousness, "Geng Xin, shall we go?"
Geng Xin replied grumblingly: "My spiritual power has been used up and it hasn't recovered yet!"
Geng Xin was naturally a little reluctant as he had just exhausted his spiritual power and had yet to recover it. He had to overdraw his spiritual power again.
Lin Yige was not surprised and asked: "Geng Xin, do you still remember what Yu Mingyue promised?"
"Of course I remember!" Geng Xin responded crisply, but after a while he hesitated again, "Hmm... um... Master, can you remind me again?"
Lin Yige only thought it was funny and didn't know where Geng Xin learned how to be so good-looking.