My disciples have hidden identities

And in this second, the coffin, which had been flying obliquely upwards, was much further away.

"It's weird!"

Young Kun looked at the black shadow of the coffin that was fading away, and wondered, "Why didn't the thunder strike it?"

"I'm afraid it's a coffin made of lightning-proof wood."

After Jing Muxi replied casually, just as he was about to continue to catch up, he found that more than a dozen pillar-like thunderbolts descended from the sky, as if to stop them, wave after wave towards Jing Muxi and Young Kun struck over.

In desperation, Jing Muxi had no choice but to stop and swing his sword to protect himself and Young Kun from being attacked by the power of thunder.

It was precisely because of the obstruction of the power of thunder that the coffin of the old suzerain once again disappeared from their sight.

"It's over."

You Kun looked at the coffin flying higher and higher in a daze, and murmured: "Now, the suzerain is really taken to heaven by the old suzerain."

From her and Jing Muxi's point of view, a small black dot is facing billions of thunderbolts in the black cloud, flying higher and higher and farther away.

The most outrageous thing is that no matter how it flies, there is no thunder to strike it!

At this time, she remembered a sentence that the suzerain had been saying.

Could it be that the coffin of the old suzerain is the chosen one?

No, is it the Coffin of the Chosen One?

"What about this?"

You Kun had an expression of disbelief, she put her eyes on Jing Muxi, the suzerain flew away, so she had to listen to the elder brother.

"Still chasing after?"

Jing Muxi is also struggling, the higher the place, the more dangerous it is, and if he flies up for a while, he can't guarantee his own safety, let alone the safety of Young Kun.

But if you just give up like this, what will happen to the suzerain's safety?

One side is the safety of the suzerain, and the other is the safety of himself and the third junior sister.

Jing Muxi endured pressure that did not belong to him at a young age.

Could this be the elder brother of Shang Qingzong?

On the one hand, we must protect the suzerain, and on the other hand, we must protect the younger brothers and younger sisters.

Eldest brother is really good, I will never be another in my next life.

To choose between Ji Pingsheng and You Kun, Jing Muxi hesitated slightly and chose to give up.

Giving up on Ji Pingsheng.

"Good people don't live long, bad people live for thousands of years."

Jing Muxi said calmly: "For good people like us, don't take risks, let the bad people find their own way to escape."

You Kun was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Jing Muxi was talking about the suzerain, and she said with a look of embarrassment: "This is not very good, is it?"

"no way."

Jing Muxi raised her head and glanced at the direction where the coffin disappeared, and then lowered the height on her own: "This is all asked for by the suzerain."

He gritted his teeth and said this sentence.

This is purely looking for trouble!

If the young Kun lay in the coffin of the old suzerain to avoid the heat, he would not say anything, after all, the young Kun is afraid of heat.

But it was Ji Pingsheng who lay down in it, which was too much.

You are already a salted fish, are you afraid of being dried fish?

Jing Muxi expressed that he was very tired, thinking when the suzerain would let him rest assured.

At the same time, he also blamed the old suzerain a little bit, complaining that the old suzerain died early and did not manage the suzerain well.

If you let him take care of it...

Ha ha.

"Let's go down."

Jing Muxi said to You Kun: "Looking at that direction, it should be the west, let's go there and wait."

"But……"

You Kun looked down, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"how?"

Jing Muxi frowned: "You still want to chase? It's impossible and too dangerous."

"No."

You Kun shook his head and said, "It's too hot in the desert and I don't want to go down. I see that senior brother cut thunder and lightning very fast, why don't we continue walking in the dark clouds."

Jing Osmanthus: "..."

No one can make him feel at ease!

In the coffin of the old suzerain.

With the passage of time, as the roar of thunder outside became more and more intense, Ji Pingsheng's heart also sank into the abyss, becoming more and more desperate.

What the hell are you doing, Jing Muxi?

Come and save the suzerain!

Ji Pingsheng was still waiting for Jing Muxi's rescue, but now it seems that he should have been abandoned.

do not!

This suzerain can still save it again!

"How to do how to do?"

In the small enclosed space, Ji Pingsheng became more and more flustered, not because of the darkness, but because he didn't know what the coffin was going to do!

It's good to say something!

Even if they locked him inside and then flew away, they didn't tell him why.

Hearing the sound of thunder roaring from outside, Ji Pingsheng dared not go out even if he wanted to.

According to his prediction, at this height, if he went out by himself, he might be chopped into ashes in a blink of an eye.

"This is going to take me to heaven!"

Ji Pingsheng sighed deeply, he had been flying for so long, and he also guessed where he was going.

Keep flying upwards, pass through the thick black clouds, and you will reach the sky boundary of the Mysterious God Realm.

It is also the place where Ji Pingsheng and Hei Wushang arrived by rocket last time.

It was also at that time that he saw the Mysterious God Realm that was about to be torn apart.

"What's the use of taking me to that kind of place?"

Ji Pingsheng murmured, as if talking to himself, or talking to someone.

Vaguely, Ji Pingsheng's mind gradually cleared up a lot, and the layers of fog were slowly dissipating, and the truth under the heavy siege was about to be revealed.

Who blocked the connection between him and the small world?

And who is guiding him to the West?

Who strengthened the coffin of the old suzerain and sent it back.

And who made him unimpeded in the thunderstorm in the dark cloud?

Who asked the coffin to bring him to the heavenly boundary of the Xuanshen Realm?

And who can control everything in the Mysterious God Realm?

When Ji Pingsheng sorted out layer by layer, I don't know how much time passed, the roar of thunder from outside gradually disappeared, and the speed of the coffin also slowed down.

Before I knew it, it stopped.

"Reached?"

Ji Pingsheng let out a deep breath, suddenly feeling nervous for no reason.

crunch.

There was a soft sound from outside the coffin, which instantly made Ji Pingsheng's heart rise to his throat.

Slowly, the coffin board was slowly pushed away, and a ray of light like dusk shone in the dark coffin.

next second.

A hand that pushed away the coffin board appeared in Ji Pingsheng's eyes.

It was an old hand, translucent as if it had no substance.

After a few seconds.

The coffin board was pushed away, and Ji Pingsheng clearly saw the people outside the coffin.

moment.

His face changed drastically, and his eyes revealed an unbelievable expression, as if someone he never expected had appeared before his eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, the look of horror on his face changed.

From horror to shock, from shock to disbelief, from disbelief to disbelief, from disbelief to calm down.

No one knew how many times Ji Pingsheng's mood changed in this short second.

In front of his eyes is an old face that is very familiar and nostalgic, messy white hair and white beard, muddy eyes that are always smiling, a hunched old waist and a plain white robe, a translucent body like a soul The body is average.

No one would have thought that such an old man who can be seen everywhere is actually the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven who has managed the Mysterious God Realm for thousands of years!

No one would have thought of it, even Ji Pingsheng hadn't thought of it, it can be said that he hadn't thought about him at all!

Who would pay attention to a black and white photo!

"call."

Ji Pingsheng exhaled softly, forcibly calmed down from the shock, pretended to calmly look at the old man floating in the air in front of him, and said in a trembling voice, "What should I call you?"

"Ji Tianqing? Or the Qingtian Festival?"

"Or the old suzerain?"

After many years, the master and apprentice of the first generation of the Shang Qingzong met again, and they were not moved to tears, because Ji Pingsheng was already numb.

There are two suzerains, one is inside the coffin and the other is outside the coffin.

It seems to be lying upside down, but it doesn't matter at this time.

The old Sovereign always had a faint smile on his face, squinting his eyes and smiling at Ji Pingsheng, as if saying 'I'm scared'.

I was scared, almost scared out of my wits.

"what is it call?"

The old suzerain looked at Ji Pingsheng with cloudy eyes, his face suddenly became serious, and he shouted sharply: "Scumbag! You should be called grandpa!"

Ji Pingsheng: "..."

What a grandpa you are!

Chapter 433 Ji Pingsheng: Xintian is actually me?

Logically speaking, Ji Pingsheng was right in calling the old suzerain master, after all, he was picked up by the old suzerain by the river in the barren mountains, if he hadn't been picked up, he might have become the dinner of some wild beast.

Moreover, his surname is still the same as that of the old suzerain, and the name of his life was also given to him by the old suzerain.

There's nothing wrong with being called grandpa.

However, Ji Ping has always felt awkward in his life. When a person who has been dead for many years suddenly appears in front of you, it is awkward for anyone to come.

The mourning hall and black-and-white paintings of the old suzerain are still hanging in his hut.

Burning incense in front of the mourning hall for several years, now you tell me you faked your death? ? ?

Ji Pingsheng was already very restrained if he didn't have the kindness and filial piety of his father on the spot.