Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

After Xu Sanyan walked away, the woman turned back to the cave, passed through a dark and narrow passage, and suddenly the view in front of her was bright.

An empty hall appeared in front of her, with thousands of ever-burning lamps hanging on the walls around it. It was unknown what material they were made of, and they had been burning for thousands of years.

The faint burning light made the hall even more gloomy.

Under the candlelight were coffins placed in a mess. If you rise to the middle of the air, you will find that although these coffins look messy, they are actually placed according to a certain pattern, which can be said to be orderly in chaos.

On the stone platform in the center, there is a huge coffin made of jade, on which a complex picture is outlined with gold lines, like... a formation.

What's more peculiar is that this coffin is standing.

The woman stepped on the ground with her bare feet, walked around the coffins placed along the way, and stood quietly in front of the jade coffin.

As the lid of the coffin slowly opened, a gleaming white light spread out, and two fist-sized night pearls were inlaid on the top of the coffin, illuminating the inside of the coffin.

A shrunken corpse was also revealed in the coffin.

This corpse was the state teacher from eight hundred years ago!

The corners of the woman's mouth slowly curled up, "Resurrection from the dead..."

"Hehe... Hahahaha..."

"Arabian Nights!"

The woman raised her head and laughed, like a madman, two drops of crystal tears dripped from the corners of her eyes and gently fell on the stone platform.

Eight hundred years ago, the state teacher's technique of borrowing life to revive failed.

Want to live another life?

How easy is that!

There is no borrowing life to revive,

let alone resurrection from the dead.

Only one girl was trapped in the coffin, in this dark tomb without sunlight, she endured eight hundred years of loneliness and despair alone.

This formation extended her life, but also brought her endless torture.

No one knows how she survived these eight hundred years.

She only had a body that was drying up day by day and a book.

The book was held in the hands of the national master, and it recorded all the information about the "art of borrowing life to revive the soul", as well as some very important things for the national master.

She guessed that the national master might be afraid that she would lose her memory after resurrection, so he left a backup plan.

After all, no one knows what unexpected situation will happen to the magic of the soul.

When the national master used means to make her fall into a state of suspended death, her father did not suspect that it was the national master's trick and still trusted him.

How could ordinary monks like them see the means of the great monks in the soul refining realm?

Everything went smoothly afterwards. The national master deceived his father and used the power of Daliang to search for the materials needed for the "art of borrowing life to revive the soul", collect jade and treasures, and find people who match her fate to be buried with her.

The hundreds of coffins in the tomb are people who match her fate.

The village guarding the coffin is indeed part of the formation.

But no matter how much the national master planned, he failed in the end. This magic can never be completed!

All because... God does not allow it.

No one can bypass reincarnation and be reborn!

After the national master failed, he died completely, and she fell into a daze. After many years, her thoughts gradually became clear, and she found that she... couldn't get out.

The coffin lid seemed to be firmly attached to the coffin by a suction force, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open it.

She cried,

She struggled,

She was desperate...

Fortunately, the national master's previous arrangement took effect, and a wisp of vitality flowed into her body through the formation on the coffin, maintaining her life.

In this way, she was completely trapped here and lived in panic. With nothing to do, she began to try to practice.

Because she was exploring alone without anyone to teach her, and the underground spiritual energy was poor, and there was no supply of natural treasures, the progress of her practice was extremely slow.

But there was plenty of time.

As time passed, the world changed, and hundreds of years passed in a flash.

Suddenly one day, she found that she could get out...

So she pushed open the jade coffin lid and looked at the coffins on the ground. She found that she seemed to be able to control these zombies. A faint connection tied them together, and she could control them to dig a passage out with a wave of her hand.

When she breathed fresh air again, the feeling of rebirth made her heart trance.

She didn't know how many years she had been underground, so she captured a person and interrogated him carefully. Only then did she know that eight hundred years had passed in the outside world...

Her father, mother, brother, etc. All the familiar people had passed away and turned into a handful of yellow soil.

For these eight hundred years, these relatives were her only hope to persist. She looked forward to seeing her parents again every day, but now her hope was shattered...

As for her staying here, it was because she had not found something yet. Only by getting that treasure could she completely get rid of the shackles of the formation.

The man she had kidnapped was the old man in the village who had received Xu Sanyan.

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Xu Sanyan controlled the evil demon to kidnap the old man in the village. The old man looked helpless, but not too panicked. After all, he was half buried in the ground and didn't care much about life and death.

But the old man sighed in his heart, could you not always catch him alone and torture him? He was old and couldn't stand too much torment.

"Young man, is there something you want me to do?" The old man stroked his messy beard and hair.

Xu Sanyan smiled and said, "I met the princess today."

The old man's face flashed a trace of surprise, and then returned to normal, but the change in his expression for a moment did not escape Xu Sanyan's eyes.

"She said...she is the Imperial Master from eight hundred years ago." Xu Sanyan told the secret in a calm tone, staring into the old man's eyes unblinkingly, wanting to see what his reaction would be.

The old man showed an expected look of surprise and exclaimed, "How is that possible?"

Xu Sanyan's eyes moved slightly and asked directly, "Do you know what she is looking for in the village every day?"

The old man asked in confusion, "What do you mean, young hero?"

Xu Sanyan sneered, "Don't tell me you don't know!"

"Um... I really don't understand what you mean." The old man shook his head.

Xu Sanyan's eyes gradually became cold, and he was sure that the old man must be hiding something from him, "It seems that you are unwilling to say anything without resorting to some means."

The old man looked depressed and said, "I really don't know anything."

"Haha... I don't know. I don't know if it's your words or my knife that's tough!"

The old man let out a long sigh and slowly shook his head, "Sigh... I'm just a villager. I only know how to live a miserable life. I really don't understand what the young hero said."

"You really have nothing to say?" Xu Sanyan pointed to the village, and the evil figure disappeared instantly.

"From now on, I will kill one person in one breath. There are probably less than a thousand people in the village. You can think about it slowly." Xu Sanyan said calmly.

The old man's eyes changed, and his heart was filled with anger and aggrievedness. He was sure that Xu Sanyan knew nothing, and at most he only had some guesses, so he actually threatened the lives of the villagers?

How is it any different from evil spirits to treat human life with such carelessness?