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Chapter 310 Big Dipper

It was pitch black inside the bronze coffin.

The Nine Dragons pull the coffin, where are you going? Where is the other shore, where is the paradise? The light has not been seen yet, but the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Are you moving along the ancient road walked by the gods?

It took a long time for the copper coffin to become quiet.

"Master, where will the Jiulong Coffin take us?" Ye Fan couldn't help but ask.

"A world that exists in mythology." Lu Qian said calmly.

After hearing Lu Qian's words, everyone's eyes lit up, and their physical and mental fatigue seemed to disappear. Everyone cheered up and listened.

"Can you also have powerful spells like the master?" Ye Fan asked curiously.

"Like me?" Lu Qian asked.

Ye Fan nodded. Just now Lu Qian pointed out that the crocodile ancestor was so powerful that even the Buddha could not suppress it. However, Lu Qian pressed it under his feet with one finger and ate it in one bite.

Ye Fan seemed to possess such terrifying power.

Facing the expectant looks of Ye Fan and everyone else, Lu Qian shook his head and said "No", and everyone had a blank look on their faces.

Lu Qian continued: "But through practice, you can beat that little crocodile!"

"That's okay too!"

"I thought I couldn't practice."

"Haha, after we learn magic, we may be able to return to Earth and see our relatives."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to fantasize.

"However, cultivation depends on talent, understanding, and luck. Among you, those who can cultivate to the realm of little crocodiles can only surpass three people. Some people will not even be able to enter the gate of cultivation in their lifetime."

Lu Qian's words made everyone change their expressions. Many people shook their heads and sighed as if they had accepted their fate. However, some people were not discouraged and realized that they could succeed if they worked a hundred times harder.

Little did he know how naive this idea was.

The path of spiritual practice is like a race for thousands of people, reaching the extreme. Through hard work, you can change your life, but if you want to change your destiny against the will of heaven and become a famous and powerful person, or even the protagonist in the world, don't even think about it.

Isn’t it good to live a good life?

This is reality!

Lu Qian saw what they were thinking and did not try to attack their pitiful illusions.

"Have a good rest."

Lu Qian's words carried a demonic sound. Except for Ye Fan, everyone fell to the ground immediately, snoring from their mouths, and fell into sleep.

"Master, them?"

"They are tired both physically and mentally. It's good to let them have some sleep. Hold this thing and listen to the Taoist sounds in the small coffin. It will be good for your future cultivation."

Lu Qian handed the Bodhi Seed to Ye Fan and passed on Ye Fan's "Past Amitabha Sutra".

In the past, the Amitabha Sutra was a technique dedicated to cultivating the soul. It could cooperate with the Heaven Covering Technique and make progress together.

Ye Fan is worthy of being the protagonist. He quickly entered the threshold of the past, holding the Bodhi seed in his hand, and his keen mind sensed the Taoist sound in the small bronze coffin.

Ye Fan's whole body was fixed there. The divine voice was like a bell, distant and vast, difficult to understand, and its meaning was not clear at all. Sometimes he felt like he was in an abyss of hell, and sometimes he felt like he was walking into the pure land of gods. All kinds of inexplicable feelings came to his heart, making him

Alarm and confusion.

This mysterious divine sound is not lengthy. On the contrary, the words are cherished like gold. The total is only a few hundred words. It has the feeling of simplicity, simplicity, and simplicity.

The heavenly voice like a yellow bell sounded over and over again, and every word that fell into Ye Fan's heart first stirred like shaking the mountains and rivers, and then became as silent as the bright moon rising on the sea.

Lu Qian took Ye Fan's Buddhist utensils and studied them.

This Buddhist weapon has lost its former power. In terms of power, it can only be compared to a spiritual weapon. However, it was once comparable to a treasure weapon, even a pure Yang treasure weapon, but none of it was comparable to a Taoist weapon.

Taoist weapons have weapon spirits and their own thinking. They can practice independently. They are the same as normal monks and can be killed.

In fact, not to mention such Buddhist artifacts, even the extremely powerful imperial weapons in the world that cover the sky cannot compare with Dao artifacts.

Boom!

With a shaking sound, the Kowloon coffin finally reached its destination.

The lid of the bronze coffin deviated from its position and slid to the side heavily, causing the bronze coffin to overturn on the ground.

"I see the light!"

"It's the familiar world of light!"

The fresh air blows in your face, even with the smell of earth

The fragrance of flowers and plants and the breath of nature fill the surroundings, and outside is a bright world full of vitality.

Everyone rushed out of the giant coffin, and what they saw before them was a scene of magnificence and beauty.

At this moment, they were standing on the top of a mountain that was neither high nor short, and could overlook the scenery ahead.

In the distance are rolling and beautiful mountain peaks with lush trees.

Near the top of the mountain are strange-shaped rocks and vigorous ancient trees, as well as old vines as thick as buckets coiled like horned dragons, as well as lush green grass and fragrant wild flowers, full of vitality and vitality.

Compared with the darkness and silence of Mars, this place is undoubtedly a peaceful and pure land.

Bang!

The Kowloon coffin slid down the cliff. At this moment, everyone was cheering. No one except Lu Qian paid attention to it.

After running wildly along the top of the mountain for a while, everyone suddenly discovered that there were nine mountains connected to each other around them, forming an extremely huge deep valley, and they were on the top of a mountain.

According to common sense, this should be an open valley that can be seen to the end at a glance, because the nine mountains are not towering into the clouds.

However, looking down, there is a black hole with no end at all, as if it has penetrated directly through the road of hell and hell, which is unfathomable.

The abyss surrounded by nine mountains seemed to be endless. Nine huge dragon corpses and ancient bronze coffins fell into the abyss. After falling, no echo was heard, and it seemed that they would never fall to the end.

"Master, do you know where this is?" Ye Fan asked.

"There is a stone tablet there with answers on it."

Lu Qian pointed to the distance.

There was a pile of rocks, a few vigorous ancient trees, and a few old vines as thick as buckets. Among the vines, half of the broken stone tablet fell there, and the traces of manual polishing were obvious.

Everyone ran over, pulled away the dead vines, and brushed away the dead branches and leaves on the broken monument. They suddenly felt full of ancient meaning. Three ancient characters were engraved on it.

Do you know how many years it has existed?

"What is this word?"

"This is a broken stone tablet. It has the words "Ancient Forbidden Land" engraved on it. There should be other words below, but the body of the tablet is broken and cannot be seen. I guess it is the Ancient Forbidden Land." Ye Fan said.

"No matter what it's called, the first priority is to fill up my stomach. Let's go find something to eat. I'm starving to death."

There was a shout from the crowd, and everyone dispersed.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo took the gourd Lu Qian gave them and left.

After a while, the two came back with some fruits and a gourd of spring water, asking Lu Qian to eat first.

"Master, why did you only take one piece of fruit?"

"A fruit of this level is of little use to me, so you two can eat it."

Lu Qian took a piece of fruit and drank most of the gourd.

These fruits are the fruits of the Nine Wonders of the Immortal Medicine. It is comparable to the Tianji Pill and has the effect of rebirth, but it is much worse than the elixir. With Lu Qian's current cultivation level, only taking the elixir will be useful to him.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo ate the fruit and drank the spring water. Lu Qian said: "Ye Fan, I will give you a task. Take this knife and go to the nine hills to find small trees with fruit. Cut off one branch each and beat another.

Come water from the gourd spring."

The ancient forbidden land is the dojo of the ruthless emperor, and Lu Qian does not want to meet the ruthless emperor for the time being.

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

"I'll go too."

Chapter 310 Beidou


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