"Diao'er, this Han Yu is quite suitable, but he seems to be just an ordinary person who can't practice. If I take away his body, will I also be unable to practice?"
Han Jiulin asked the Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten deep in his heart.
Unknowingly, he had already used the name "Miao'er" for the Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten, and now he basically trusted the Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten.
The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Marten found Han Jiulin's title very useful, and replied with a smile: "This is the best carrier. Your practice of the Nine-turn Hegemony Art is completely different from others. If you find a cultivator who is proud of the Nine-level Heaven,
, you still need to abolish your cultivation once.
This Han Yu is just right! As for the issue of cultivation, you don’t have to worry about it. Others are cultivating Qi and you are cultivating body, so it won’t affect you at all.”
Han Jiulin suddenly realized it and figured out the key to it. He said with great joy: "Okay! Then I will go to the royal tomb in the northern suburbs and seize Han Yu's body tomorrow morning!"
After saying that, he left the heads of these guards, floated away from Yuxiang Manor, and flew towards the royal mausoleum in the northern suburbs under the guidance of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten.
Early morning, royal tomb in the northern suburbs.
Two huge black elephants, wearing iron chains, pulled a huge black gilt coffin. The iron chains rubbed against the ground, making a clattering sound, and slowly walked towards the depths of the tomb forest filled with huge tombstones.
Following Xuan Xiang, there were many mourners, more than two hundred people.
Han Jiulin, who arrived at the royal mausoleum in the northern suburbs more than an hour in advance, floated in the sky and clearly saw the huge tombstone on the back of one of the Xuanxiangs with Han Yu's name on it. He immediately stopped hesitating and followed the instructions of Professor Tianshou Demon Marten.
The method of giving up is to get into the coffin!
Han Jiulin must successfully seize the body before these people bury the coffin in the soil, so that he can ring the coffin and let people outside know that "Han Yu" is alive and release him!
Otherwise, even if he takes away Han Yu's body, he may not be able to climb out of this huge black gilt coffin!
Soon, Han Jiulin fell into darkness. He felt that his whole body was numb and cold, and his limbs could not move. Only his mind remained normal.
"Did I succeed in seizing the body?"
Han Jiulin was speechless and asked questions in his heart.
The voice of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten sounded from the bottom of Han Jiulin's heart: "It's successful, but it still takes some time to adapt."
At this moment, a strange voice came from outside.
"Okay, we've arrived at the cemetery. Let's take down the coffin and bury it!"
Already arrived at the cemetery?
Han Jiulin became anxious!
At this moment, another sweet and tender girl's voice sounded from outside the coffin: "My brother is not dead, he will not die!"
The owner of this voice seems to be crying, and just by listening to the voice, you can hear her anger and sorrow.
Outside the coffin, a girl in plain clothes stood in front of the coffin with a look of grief on her face, preventing others from touching it: "Don't come over, don't bury him in the soil, my brother must still be alive!"
A young man said sarcastically: "Han Yu is a loser. He obviously can't practice, so he can't live at home, but he imitates those dandy boys and goes to brothels to escort prostitutes and compete with others for courtesan. He can't compete with others. He's pissed to death."
If this matter is revealed, it will bring disgrace to our Qinglong Palace."
"That is, a direct descendant of Prince Qinglong's Palace died in a brothel, and his body was returned to the palace by the brothel woman. If the second master was still alive, he would definitely be angry to death."
"Han Lingyun, go away quickly, do you think we want to come over and bury Han Yu, a loser?
Don't waste our time."
"It's just right that Han Yu is dead, otherwise the old prince would have to spend a lot of King's Spiritual Energy to keep him alive every once in a while, which would be a waste of natural resources.
If the old prince had transferred those royal auras to me, I might have become the True Lord of Divine Powers by now!"
For a moment, all the teenagers around him were ridiculing and scolding him.
Among these young people, there was a middle-aged man standing at the front. He stared at the girl coldly and said in a deep voice: "Lingyun, get out of the way. I know you can't let go of your brother, but people can't be resurrected after death."
, you can’t stop us from burying us, right?”
Han Lingyun stood guard in front of the coffin, looked at the middle-aged man, gritted his teeth and said: "Third uncle, even if my brother dies, you still have to tell grandpa about this matter. Are you afraid that grandpa will come out of seclusion in such a hurry for the burial now?
, see the flaw?
My brother is open-minded and doesn’t compete with others. How could he be angered to death? How can I believe it?"
The middle-aged man named Han Hongzhuo was slightly silent.
Han Lingyun cried out sadly: "It's you, you must be the one who killed my brother. My brother can no longer practice and will definitely not become the heir to the title of Qinglong Palace, but you have always been worried and have always wanted to kill my brother."
To death!"
Han Hongzhuo's face changed slightly and he shouted angrily: "Asshole, no matter how useless Han Yu is, he is still a descendant of our Han family. Who would fight with the same room?
Lingyun, I won’t argue with you today because of how sad you are, but you’d better pay more attention to what you say!”
After that, Han Hongzhuo waved his hand and had Han Lingyun forcibly taken away from the coffin.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he ordered in a cold voice: "Put the coffin in and bury it in the ground!"
Soon, the coffin was lifted and sent into the pit!
"No, my brother is not dead, he is definitely not dead!"
Han Lingyun burst into tears, feeling extremely sad in her heart.
At this time, the people around him had already started shoveling the earth, and piles of loess were thrown into the pit, gradually burying the coffin.
At this moment, Han Jiulin in the coffin, in great anxiety, finally merged his soul with Han Yu's body and adapted to each other.
He wanted to shout loudly, but his throat was extremely hoarse and dry, and he couldn't make a loud sound at all.
So, he could only use all his strength, raise his hand, and knock on the coffin!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
However, Han Yu's body was too weak. Han Jiulin tried his best, but he couldn't knock too loudly.
The coffin is very thick and the sound is low, but it cannot escape the ears of the cultivator.
Han Lingyun was less than fifteen years old, and she was already at the level of the True Lord of Divine Power. How could she not hear that?
She was surprised and happy, and shouted: "Stop all of you, there is a sound inside the coffin!"
Han Hongzhuo frowned and said in a deep voice: "Lingyun, you must have heard wrong. When the deceased is buried, it is most important not to interrupt it. Don't stop, hurry up and bury it!"
"Boom!"
Inside the coffin, there was a dull knocking sound again.
This time, everyone present heard clearly. The servant of the palace who was responsible for shoveling the soil took a few steps back in fright.
What's going on?
Is it possible to fake the corpse?
Han Hongzhuo also frowned fiercely.
Han Lingyun, on the other hand, suddenly broke free from the hands of his clan brother who controlled him, jumped into the pit with one foot!
Her petite body burst out with powerful power. The spiritual energy in her body circulated rapidly, and her Dantian Yuandan rotated rapidly. She hugged the coffin with both hands, and with a deep voice, she took the coffin out of the pit!
She placed the huge black gilt coffin on the ground next to the pit. Because the coffin was so heavy, it actually pressed the ground down by three inches.
After that, Han Lingyun stretched out her palm and slapped the coffin lid hard. With a force of tens of thousands of kilograms, the lid flew away!