Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Four Ancient Sutras of Copper Coffins
The atmosphere inside the Third World Bronze Coffin was already tense and depressing, and one could hear uneasy breathing in the darkness.
But Fang Xiang's laughing voice cleared away all this, leaving people in a daze.
I don’t understand why the sound of laughter could come from this weird bronze coffin.
Could it be an auditory hallucination?
Some people were confused, but most were so frightened that they raised their phones and shined the light in all directions.
A vague figure then emerged, and there seemed to be a bronze engraving on the corner of the bronze coffin.
"It's a ghost!" A female classmate who is now a wife screamed in fright, then she covered her mouth with fear in her eyes.
Immediately, this short and concise sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's chest and heart, making the ground turn blue with dullness.
The group of people all looked nervously at the blurry figure not far away, as if facing a formidable enemy, their foreheads and backs were soaked with cold sweat!
Snap!
Fang Xiang chuckled and snapped his fingers, and the crisp sound immediately spread within the closed copper coffin.
Before Ye Fan and the others were so frightened that their hearts jumped into their throats, the entire dark inside of the bronze coffin lit up.
"It's you! Master!" Someone recognized Fang Xiang at a glance and shouted in surprise, beaming with joy.
Fang Xiang was speechless, this man obviously regarded him as a master of fortune telling.
But then, just as the group was about to feel happy, they became nervous again, looking at Fang Xiang in confusion.
It seems that my heart is full of confusion and vigilance about Fang Xiang suddenly appearing here.
Liu Yunzhi, who had had issues with Ye Fan before, now looked ugly, as if he had made up his mind, gritted his teeth, stared at Fang and thought:
"Master, I know you are not an ordinary person. If you have any requests, it's okay to say so! There's no need to go through all these twists and turns!"
"Although my family is not worth hundreds of millions, I can still spend tens of millions of dollars to cut off my flesh!"
"You don't have to fool this junior. I read in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio that there was a fortune teller who told people's fortunes. He was talking about a disaster of blood and light!"
"It turns out that the so-called bloody disaster was actually directed and staged by the fortune teller, who used black magic to seize the money of mortals!"
After hearing this, regardless of whether Liu Yunzhi had finished speaking, Fang Xiang burst into laughter.
Fang Xiang felt that there might be something wrong with his way of traveling. The brain circuits of his classmates, Ye Fan, were really strange.
He can even pull out stories from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.
"Okay, stop thinking nonsense, listen to me." Fang wanted to say and waved his hand, Liu Yunzhi's mouth immediately closed uncontrollably, with a look of horror on his face.
Ignoring Liu Yunzhi's emotions, Fang Xiang straightened his expression and said softly:
"Meeting each other means being destined. It is not fate that I meet you."
"But when you ascended Mount Tai's Jade Emperor and fell into the bronze coffin of the Three Generations, it was because of numerology."
"I have no connection with this mortal world. I only appear here to save you who have been robbed on your life path..."
"You can think of this as my game of mortals, to improve your worldly talents!"
Having said this, Fang Xiang smiled and glanced at Liu Yunzhi, who was forced to shut up. He immediately regained control of his body functions and gasped for air, like a thirsty person drinking from a sweet spring.
"Then you want to teach us the Alchemy Book and Sword Classic in classical Chinese stories?"
Pang Bo was a rough man but also a fine man. He glanced at Liu Yunzhi who was breathing heavily and said loudly like a reckless man.
The eyes of a few people suddenly showed a look of surprise, thinking that something extraordinary was going to happen and a new big world would open up.
Most people became anxious inside, staring closely at Fang Xiang, asking urgently, trying to find a way to get out of trouble and go home.
Because these bizarre experiences are so subversive to their outlook and cognition that many of them cannot accept it for a while.
After Fang Xiang heard this, he shook his head slightly and gave them a desperate answer:
"The Kowloon Coffin is on the road again. It is now located in the vast starry sky. It is driving on the ancient road of the starry sky. If you go out, you will die."
"The earth has long become a distant star, out of reach!"
Such words not only make many people despair, but also shock and disbelief to almost everyone.
They never expected that they would actually enter the starry sky!
It was obvious that they had just fallen into the bronze coffin not long ago!
This short time is not even enough to wait for the bus!
Ye Fan and the others were stunned and stood there dumbly.
However, Ye Fan is an enthusiast who pursues mystery and unknown power and is extremely interested in the mysterious ancient times.
Therefore, Ye Fanyuan was much easier to accept than others. He quickly came back to his senses, stared at Fang with shining eyes and thought:
"Master, we have all seen your unpredictable movements on the Jade Emperor's Peak. It's like teleporting and disappearing in an instant."
"Then you must have a way to send us home!"
"You also said that you want to save those of us who are being robbed, so you must be a highly respected man of God."
"If you don't mind, as long as we can do anything for you, we will never refuse!"
Ye Fan looked at Fang Xiang sincerely and said, his eyes shining, which made people see his determination.
But most of his classmates were in a wait-and-see state, or were hesitant. Only Pang Bo, Ye Fan's former friend, stood with him.
Both of them showed their determination and sincerity, and were willing to pay any price they could afford to return to Earth.
Seeing this, Fang Xiang nodded, and then looked at the others, who wanted to say to Pang Bo:
"A moment later, the bronze coffin of the Third Generation will be led by nine dragon corpses to reach the next node of the ancient starry sky road."
"That is an ancient place where blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. It contains the secret that tears apart the world. You two can rely on my blessings!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xiang's figure became invisible to ordinary people, and he began to explore the secrets of the bronze coffin of the third generation.
For the first time, Ye Fan and his party were at a close distance. When they saw Fang Xiang disappearing out of thin air, their eyes widened in shock.
Some feelings of regret arise deep in the heart, and some people regret it.
As for Pang Bo and Ye Fan, they looked at each other with smiles on their faces and bright eyes, both full of expectations for what would happen next.
I really want to know if they are really in the starry sky, and whether their next stop will be a celestial body in the solar system, or in the wider Milky Way.
But what attracted them both physically and mentally the most was the so-called blessing from Fang Xiang.
Both of them are young people who grew up in modern cities and are full of interest in extraordinary mysterious powers.
I wonder what the blessing this mysterious master is talking about is.
In fact, it's nothing, it's just a "little sacrifice technique".
But this can be said to be shocking to them, and they are shocked enough!
At this time, Jiulong Lacoffin was still moving silently on the ancient road in the dark sky with twinkling stars, and gradually approached a dark red star.
Fang Xiang stood in front of the small bronze coffin and put his hand on it, like an empty person.
The people around him turned a blind eye, could not see anything, there was only air, and a rusty ancient bronze coffin was displayed empty.
In an instant, my ears trembled, my sea of consciousness surged, and nine desolate dragon roars sounded out that seemed to originate from eternity ago, seeming to reveal a vast expanse of land, filled with wolf smoke and beacon fire, stained with endless blood, and endless killings.
The roar of the dragon is like a mournful funeral song, faintly stirring in this boundless land that spans eternity. The sound of mourning is endless, as if one era after another has been hidden, and one peerless overlord after another has been buried!
"The way of heaven is to make up for the excess of damage and make up for the deficiency..."
In a trance, the words and sentences of an ancient scripture flowed through Fang Xiang's heart like a trickle, like a spring opening.
pulse……
Although the opening sentence of this ancient scripture is a famous sentence in the Taoist scriptures that almost every Chinese person is familiar with.
But the content that follows is every word of it, very mysterious, like an ancient secret scripture, its power is unpredictable, and it is no less powerful than the Great Emperor's scripture of the day.
Create a new world and give people a new atmosphere.