Immortal Hero: I Have a Coffin

They are brothers from the same sect of the Tibetan Spirit Sect. After the disaster of monsters broke out in the Wanling Kingdom, they went to the front line to fight together.One day not long after, they received a message from their master, saying that monsters are rampant in the country, and they need to dispatch senior brothers with advanced cultivation to guard the royal family.

Junior Brother, I will come back to fight with you after I finish off the monster in the capital.

wait me back.

The senior brother urged him ten thousand times, leaving him a bunch of magic weapons, and he left in full swing.The younger brother stayed on the field of life and death, triumphant in bloody battles.

Before long, Wan Ling Kingdom will be in complete chaos.

Disasters arose everywhere, the world was in disarray, the younger brother couldn't get in touch with the older brother, and he didn't have any spare time to contact him—he didn't even have time to think about other things that had nothing to do with the battle.

The younger brother went out to fight with his sword every day, and then returned with wounds and exhaustion all over his body, swallowed a few pills indiscriminately, and spent the rest of the time in meditation and recovery against the clock.

The monsters are getting more powerful day by day, their learning ability is frightening, and their growth rate visible to the naked eye is desperate.

Under the weight of the monsters, the junior brother dared not think too much about anything other than training and fighting.

It's just that on the battlefield, when he was stabbed in the back by a monster, he would be in a trance for a moment, thinking of the person who should have been standing behind him, and thinking of the short but firm words "wait for me to come back".

A year has passed, ten years have passed, a hundred years have passed... the junior brother is still standing on this battlefield, all the magic weapons left to him by the senior brother have been exhausted, and the spirit sword in his hand has been changed several times.He is no longer a junior who is deeply cared for by his seniors, but a senior whom young monks look up to and trust on the battlefield.

The royal family of Wan Ling Kingdom had already collapsed in the disaster of monsters, and the monks who guarded them were randomly recruited to nearby battlefields—this is the news that the younger brother heard in No.20.

The chaotic situation did not allow him to find the whereabouts of his senior brother, but no matter which battlefield they were on, as long as the long swords in their hands were facing the monsters, then they were fighting together.

In the 110th year, he met his brother on the battlefield.

The brother's eyes were blood red.

The hands that taught him how to practice the sword took off his head from behind, lifted it high, and then fell it down heavily.

"I...back...come...." The blood-stained monster stood on the battlefield, looking around blankly, not knowing why he had to travel a long distance to come to this place, and why he had to say this sentence.

Maybe he didn't know he was talking at all.

Because he quickly rushed to the human monks on the battlefield, bathed in the rain of blood, smiling contentedly and comfortably.

Seven days later, the battlefield that had been guarded by the junior for more than 100 years was finally completely defeated under the pressure of the monsters.Another territory of the human race was ravaged by monsters, and blood flowed like a river.

Ye Jiuyou stood above the battlefield. He was bound on this battlefield and witnessed with his own eyes that for more than a hundred years, countless heroic lives filled this big pit of devouring people and guarded the ordinary people behind him.

However, in the end it was lost.

The calamity of monsters is too large and terrifying, and its momentum is unstoppable.

In the battle between creatures and monsters in the world, there is no hope of winning.

Everyone is asking themselves, how can we win?How can we defeat those monsters that cannot be killed?

Facing the desperate strength gap between the two, Ye Jiuyou shook his head slightly, he couldn't think of any solution.

The illusion in front of me changes, and it is the beginning of the next joys and sorrows.

Ye Jiuyou watched the blood and tears of that era quietly, and realized in his heart that this may not be a simple illusion, but just like the swamp of death, it is the obsession left by the departed monks.

The old man in the Tianhuang Temple called himself the gravekeeper. Did he guard the cemetery of the lives that fell in the disaster of monsters?

The torrent of time rolled away, and he saw that the human race and the monster race were not the same, gathered together, and struggled against the raging monsters.

He saw Su Qi resolutely using her body as a cage, enclosing herself in the Void Crystal.

He saw that the remaining souls of the Ten Thousand Souls Nation of the Tibetan Spirit Sect used themselves as sacrifices, suppressed a part of the world, and opened up the last refuge for the remaining souls.

He saw monsters wandering outside the Swamp of Rebirth, seemingly crazy or sad.

He saw the formation of the blood pool altar in Enan Valley, and saw the monsters suppressing their crazy counterparts to the bottom of the blood pool, while the monsters that still had a little bit of reason calmly stepped onto the altar and left a posthumous note.They come from all corners of the continent, whether they are human, or beasts, or birds, insects, fish, plants, flowers, but they hug each other like family members and are intimately connected.Then the altar was activated, and the sharp blade penetrated their bodies, and then slowly sank into the pool of blood together.

He saw a human cultivator with the talent of the world standing up, named Di Chi, he summoned all the power, gathered the world's human, material and financial resources, and used the last luck of the human race and the monster race to forge a long sword called "Di Chi". for no beginning.With this sword, drive the remaining monsters in the mainland back to the place of birth.With this sword, guard the birthplace of monsters.

He saw that, headed by Di Chi, the most powerful group of human and monster races built the Tianhuang Palace together.They gave up the hope of ascension, smiled at each other, stepped into the main hall, merged into the stone pillars, and fell into a deep sleep.Below each stone pillar, there is a thin long line, which is closely connected with the Beginless Sword in the distance.

He saw that for thousands of years, groups of young monks stepped into the hall and melted into the stone pillars peacefully.The number of stone pillars gradually became as numerous as stars, and there were no more to count.

And below the main hall, the densely intertwined lines, like the luxuriant root system born from the Beginless Sword, support the long sword, which has remained sharp for thousands of years, pointing directly at the sky.

It is so, it is so.

The tomb guards guard not only the souls who died in the disaster of monsters, but also the monks of all ages who are willing to use themselves as weapons to suppress the birthplace of monsters together with the Beginless Sword.

"Have I been here before?" Ye Jiuyou couldn't help asking himself, "Have I seen these?"

Who guided him to Jiuyou Huangquan?

Who made him return to 500 years ago?

"Come here, you have been here." There was a voice from subtle to loud, resounding in his ears, "Come here, you have been here."

The scene in front of him changed suddenly, and he returned to the Tianhuang Palace, surrounded by countless towering stone pillars, the dome turned with stars and rivers, and the texture of his feet undulated like earth veins.

But there were no tomb guards, nor Ye Jiuqiu and others.

He is still in illusion.

"Who are you? No, who are you?" Ye Jiuyou looked around, the voice seemed to gather the voices of thousands of people, men, women, old and young, high and low.

"You are finally back." The voice was still saying, "How many years, how many years we have been waiting!"

"The coffin of the sky is finally cast!"

***

In Tianhuang Palace.

Ye Jiuqiu went through several illusions and finally returned to the main hall.

When he saw the figure of the grave guard, his shoulders were exhausted, and half of his spirit remained in that era full of blood and despair, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

Whether it is a human race, a monster race or a monster race, the fate is too cruel and heavy.

Let him feel from the bottom of his heart how wonderful it is to be born in the present moment.Let him be sincerely grateful, without the self-sacrifice of Di Chi and other seniors, they would probably be struggling to survive now.

He suddenly realized that the Millennium Competition in the Tianhuang Palace was not for anything else, but to select outstanding monks, who, like their predecessors, would integrate into the Tianhuang Palace and guard the birthplace of monsters together with the Beginless Sword.

Those favored sons of heaven who are said to have disappeared in Tianhuang Temple probably chose to embark on this road.

The proud sons of heaven are themselves favored by the world, and seventy percent of the world's luck is concentrated on them.Only by suppressing it with the luck of the world did the terrifying disaster of monsters be curbed.

"The Beginning Sword only suppresses, and cannot eradicate monsters." The gravekeeper above said lightly, "As the years accumulate, the power of monsters in the place of birth will become stronger, so the need for suppression will be stronger. If there is no once in a thousand years It is only a matter of time before the new force joins and the monster breaks the seal of the Beginless Sword."

Once the monster breaks through the Beginless Sword, the tragedy of the ancient times will reappear.

Ye Jiuqiu was terrified, he didn't expect that the current stable life was also on the top of a cliff, precarious.

"But there will always be someone to join, right?" Teacher Tian Lang laughed, "I will come here again after I send my clan's children back to the clan safely."

Ye Jiuqiu turned his head, only to realize that everyone except Jiuyou had left the illusion at some point.

Tuji winked at him: "I can't marry you as a princess." He waved at the gravekeeper, "I'm probably going to be late. I have to watch the next wolf king grow up before I can come here with confidence."

Cang Yan silently walked to Tuji and nodded towards the old man.

Di Hua, who was born in the royal family, looked indifferently: "Di Chi is the ancestor of my clan, since he came before him, I will follow after him."

Ye Jiuqiu smiled: "Hey, with Jiuyou by my side, I'm happy even if I don't wake up forever." He didn't need to ask Ye Jiuyou what he thought, because the two of them were originally one person, and no one could compare with them. understand each other better.

"However, I have to wait until I support my parents until they die."

In another palace room, Ye Banxia parted the corners of her lips, showing a dry smile: "Is this really the choice? It's really..."

"It's so stupid to cry!"

The cool voice came along with the light wind.Before Ye Jiuqiu could turn around, his cheek was poked by a cold fingertip. Ye Jiuyou, like a light fallen leaf, floated down from midair to his side.

"Jiuyou?" Ye Jiuqiu raised his hand and grabbed the fingers raging on his face, "You came out? Let me tell you..."

"I know." Before Ye Jiuqiu could speak, Ye Jiuyou interrupted him, "Listen to me."

Ye Jiuqiu obediently shut up.

Ye Jiuyou pulled out the finger that Ye Jiuqiu was playing with, and looked at the gravekeeper seriously: "There is a way to permanently make the monster disappear from the world."

"Eh?!" Ye Jiuqiu was stunned, what was Jiuyou talking about?

"What are you talking about?" The gravekeeper's indifferent expression finally cracked, "What way!"