Immortal Hero: I Have a Coffin

Ye Jiuyou didn't follow their wishes.

He looked at the towering stone pillars all around, and said slowly: "It is rumored that the monks who disappeared in Tianhuang Temple, their soul lamps are still alive. Everyone is wondering what happened to them before they ascended or died. ?”

The gravekeeper didn't know why he mentioned this, and replied subconsciously: "They are integrated into the Tianhuang Palace, and they are a part of the Tianhuang Palace. If the Tianhuang Palace is not destroyed, they will exist for a day."

"If the place where the monsters were born no longer needs external suppression, will they wake up?" Ye Jiuyou looked at a tall stone pillar beside him, as if he saw the sleeping monk inside through the stone pillar.

"What's the meaning!"

The gravekeeper heard what he meant, and took a step forward excitedly, as if he had changed from a fairy in the clouds to a humane old man before.

Ye Jiuyou raised his hand to hold the coffin of the third generation by his side, ran his fingertips across the cold coffin, and recalled what he saw in the illusion not long ago——

He watched the long decline and initial revival of that era, and when he thought everything was over, he returned to this hall.There was a loud voice chattering in his ears, like countless whispers converging into a huge torrent, crushing towards him.

Of course, this is also in the illusion.

Because soon, he saw another self.

A self that was becoming more and more blurred in his memory, and he almost forgot about it.

Tyranny, madness, chaos, despair.

This person should be called Qiu Qiu.

He stared face to face at those eyes soaked in darkness, like a walking corpse that lost his mind, a cornered beast.With his pale and thin body wrapped in messy hair, he staggered in the world and almost fell down, but he held a faint hope for a breath.

What was he doing then?

...he remembered.

He killed all his enemies, set off a bloodbath, and in the end, he wanted...to find his family, his master, and his friends who had helped him but died because of him.

He wandered around the continent like a dead soul, looking for that impossible hope everywhere.

He probably can only survive with such unrealistic hopes.

When the faint hope was about to go out, he broke into here in a state of confusion.

Perhaps it should be said that after entering this space, he was secretly guided into this hall.

What guided him was the voice that resounded through the hall at this time.

That voice said: "Go to Jiuyou, there is what you want there." Thousands of whispers gathered together, lighting a bright light in the dark for Qiu Qiu, who was on the verge of madness.

"Jiuyou? Where is Jiuyou?" Qiu Qiu ran rampant in the hall like a beast, and soon roared, "Where is it! Where is it! Let me go!"

"Come with me," said the voice, "come with us."

Qiu Qiu took a step and entered the dark inheritance space. In the distance was a huge halo containing a vague sword shadow.

"Come with me." The voice was ethereal, "Come with us."

Qiu Qiu took a step and came under the huge sword shadow.

The sword shadow is the projection of the Beginless Sword. The majestic sword intent is extremely sharp and scorching like the sun, cutting the space into countless small cracks.

The lower part of the sword shadow collapsed like a dark space, forming a slowly rotating deep vortex, which could swallow even light.

like a shadow under the light.

The sword shadow swayed and twisted in the shattered void, and the voice sounded: "Come here, come here..."

Qiu Qiu took a step, walked into the swirling shadow, and came to the bank of the mighty and endlessly flowing Huangquan River.

I don't know where it started, but the river rushes like thunder and rolls, becoming the only vividness in the dead space.I don't know where it goes, but the Huangquan River, which dyes the misery in the world, becomes the only color in the dark world.

There, he saw a stele, which was the Sansheng Stone.

There is a black coffin next to the Sansheng stone, which is the coffin of the third generation.

Ye Jiuyou followed Qiu Qiu, and every time Qiu Qiu took a step, he regained a point of his lost memory.

He remembered that the sharpness of Wushi Sword did not break him, and the extreme cold of Jiuyou did not freeze him, so he actually thought that his whimsical wish could be realized, tears streaming down his face, ecstatic, and thanked the person who guided him here The mysterious voice is full of endless gratitude.

However, soon, he was slapped hard by the cold reality.

He was trapped in the place where the Sansheng stone and the coffin of the third generation were left, let him search every inch of land he could set foot on, tried every method he could think of, even if it was a secret method or evil method, he could not find any way to resurrect the dead clues.

The voice that had guided him had also disappeared.No matter how he called, his throat was broken and his voice was hoarse, and he never appeared again.

From extreme joy to extreme sorrow, from reshaping hope to shattering again, falling into a more hopeless situation.

In the end, he chose the black coffin as his cemetery and sank to the bottom of the Yellow Spring River together.

Ye Jiuyou watched Qiu Qiu standing in the coffin, indifferently letting the water of the Yellow Springs submerge him, and suddenly thought that maybe the voice did not deceive him.

Now he has indeed got what he wanted at that time: family, master, friends...

Perhaps even his secret wish, which he didn't know at the time—that he wanted to be redeemed—was also fulfilled.

It's just that the way to achieve it is beyond his imagination, and the world actually gave him a chance to do it all over again.

The coffin of the third generation sank to the bottom of the river, and for some reason, Ye Jiuyou was able to see the lid of the coffin slowly closing through the water of the Yellow Springs.

In the next moment, this coffin will take him through time, to Ye Jiuqiu's time?Thinking of this, Ye Jiuyou saw countless light spots in the coffin of the third generation, like shining stars, quickly scattered into the boundless void.

A spot of light hit him, and he heard a young voice: "Without me, I don't know if the elder brother can take care of the younger brothers and younger sisters?"

He was stunned, and one after another, light spots hit his body one after another.

"Lao Qi is a promising person. I am very relieved to entrust the family to him."

"I forgot to finish the wine made by Ah Cang before leaving, hey, it's cheap for those wolf cubs."

"Qing Jun, I am pleased with you."

"I really want to take another look at the [-] heavenly steps of the master..."

This is... Ye Jiuyou suddenly looked towards the coffin of the third generation, and saw that the light overflowing from the black coffin flowed like rivers of stars, and silver bands of light criss-crossed in the dark space.There are billions of star sands in each galaxy, is every grain of star sand the whisper of a life?

The black coffin became blurred in the light.

Ye Jiuyou was also instantly wrapped in starlight, like a silver cocoon.

Numerous pictures flashed before his eyes, as if the time was reversed, and the scene reappeared.

The tall and tall young man held the woman's hand with a smile: "Da Bi is back, let's hold a double cultivation ceremony."

An indifferent swordsman swung a stunning sword and pierced his opponent's dantian: You look down on mortals and slaughtered tens of thousands of mortals in more than a hundred cities. Now, you are also a mortal.

There is a man of different races with a strong figure and smeared with weird pictures and texts sneaking behind the forest, peeping at you and me who are not far away, cursing: You are a thief, and the little boy is playing cheap tricks to seduce my sweetheart!

There is a five-tailed fox, lying on the branch of a pine tree by the cliff, lazily basking in the moon, bossing around a little squirrel with its big tail curled up not far away: Knock a pine nut for me, although I don’t like it eat.

There is a flower that is as white as ice and snow. When it rains, it stretches its petals to cover the cocoons on the fallen leaves: When you grow wings, give me rice.

……

There are bushes rustling, trees whirling, insects chirping and fish jumping, birds chirping, animals roaring, wind blowing water, lightning and thunder...

This is the voice of the monks of the past dynasties who have proclaimed themselves here, and it is the voice of flowers blooming and falling, all living beings.

This is the voice of the world.

The picture flashed away, and thousands of whispers wrapped him in it. Ye Jiuyou clearly felt that the time around him was receding rapidly, and the sangtian changed into a sea.

The people or demons or other creatures he saw have been changing from nearly a thousand years to ancient times.

Until that time—

The youthful young man charged and killed on the battlefield, and when he accidentally looked back, he covered the inadvertent sadness in his eyes: Brother, I will wait for you to come back.

The tall young man sat by the bed, looked down at the pale face of the picked young man, frowned and shook his head: I really don't know how to take care of myself, I have to make something for you in the future.

……

In a blink of a millennium, Ye Jiuyou opened his eyes, and in front of him was the last scene he saw: the setting sun was warm, the grass was growing and warblers were flying, and everything was breathing and full of vitality.

This is probably the last gentle appearance of the world before the birth of monsters.

The screen suddenly shattered, turning into stars and disappearing.The space was once again turned into darkness and emptiness, and the intertwined bands of galaxies that filled the sky also disappeared.

Ye Jiuyou looked at the bottom of the river, and the black coffin was gone.

Tilting his head slightly, next to the Sansheng Stone, a black coffin stood quietly as he had seen it for the first time in 500 years.

He walked over, put his hand on the black coffin, and traced the cold coffin body with his fingertips: "Long time no see."

Carrying the black coffin on his back, he took a step, and in an instant, he left the cage where he had no way out, and returned to the Tianhuang Palace.

At this time, he also brushed over the coffin, and his voice was as calm as a calm lake: "In the illusion, I saw the past and the future, and heard the voice of the world."

"The way of heaven is irreversible, but this way of heaven is only a part of the world." He said, "and the world has cast a coffin for this day."