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The so-called 72 celestial coffins are a sinister and time-consuming burial method. The celestial coffins that accompany the burial are all monks with small cultivation, in order to nourish the tomb owner. One of them, if he guessed wrong, would end up dead without a place to bury him.

There are not 72 formations in the celestial coffin. It is not necessary to break through the 72 formations. As long as the capable people and strangers who are traveling with you are powerful enough, those who come can enter the main tomb in the most convenient way.

Shu Huayan's eyes became more and more erratic as he coiled his copper coins. Although people outside said that he was as good as a fortune teller, as if he had stolen the true biography of Taoism, he really didn't have the slightest bit of the entrance and formation eyes of the 72 formations in the coffin. clue.

"The materials are not enough, Mr. Fu..."

"How about some cinnabar glutinous rice?"

How do you say it looks like you want to do something?While thinking about it, Shu Huayan replied casually: "That's fine."

"It's better to recognize relatives with a drop of blood." Yan Huai changed his tone and discharged a row of silver needles.

Shu Huayan was taken aback, and took two steps back abruptly, "Don't, I'm afraid of pain."

Yan Huai confiscated the needle.

"It may not be useful if you drop it!" Shu Huayan continued to retreat.

"I have to try." Yan Huai lowered his eyes.

"I think I can try harder!" Shu Huayan looked puzzled and frightened, and finally persuaded Yan Huai to withdraw the needle.

While arranging the copper coins, Shu Huayan slandered: As expected of you, the ruthless and ruthless Yan Fujun, you can even deal with your own young master!

Ning Qing is also making preparations here. He stuffed Mo Lingyun with a lot of magical instruments, and made him wear a face scarf that has been blessed with spells. The three of them are ready to enter the coffin formation again.

"If you go here, if you are a little careless, you will never be able to recover." Ning Qing's fingertips caressed the lines of the sarcophagus with light-colored spiritual power, and his tone was neither heavy nor relaxed.

"I will protect you." Jing Rong pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice.

"Master?" Mo Lingyun was puzzled.

"Senior brother, you don't have to go through this." Ning Qing quickly realized Jing Rong's meaning, he was afraid that he had already rushed here from Xuantianzong.

"This large array of coffins is called the array of 72 heavenly coffins." Jing Rong looked at Ning Qing, "It doesn't mean a 72-series array, but a 72-death array."

"But there are 81 sarcophagi here." Mo Lingyun, who had carefully counted the number of sarcophagi hanging in mid-air, asked.

"Ninety-nine is the number of rounds, and ninety-nine returns to one. That is to say, there are 81 coffin doors, 72 places of death, and [-] places of illusion, but there is only one door of life." Jing Rong said in a very steady tone, "On this journey, I have Observing the many layouts of the secret realm, Patriarch Shu Yang's intention is to go to the end of a single road and never turn back."

"So... either find the door of life, or die?" Mo Lingyun took a breath.

"What's behind Shengmen is still unknown." Ning Qing added.

The three of them looked at each other silently for a while.

The Shu Huayan in another place is also arguing fiercely: "Really, believe me, there is a chance of life here!"

That sarcophagus is no different from other sarcophagi, except that it is hung in the center, it is impossible for Patriarch Shu Yang to be so stupid to set the door of life in the center.

"You don't believe me?!" Seeing that Yan Huai and Rong Sa didn't respond, Shu Huayan couldn't help becoming a little irritable, these two people!How could these two people question his divination? !

"You also said last year that Fujun Hongluan is moving." Up to now, there is not even a hair.Rong Sa chose to swallow the second half of the sentence.

"That's how the hexagrams are displayed!" Shu Huayan was slightly annoyed, "In this heavenly coffin and death realm, there is only such a place of vitality still hanging in such a conspicuous place, what can I do?"

Shu Huayan and the others figured out the sarcophagus shaped like the gate of life, but Ning Qing had no idea. He pushed open the small opening of the coffin door with one hand, and a large wave of miasma rushed out, so choking that Mo Lingyun couldn't help it even wearing a face scarf Take a few steps back.

Ning Qing straightened the coffin back as if she had realized it later.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Mo Lingyun rubbed his nose, the smell almost brought tears to his eyes, and more importantly, didn't it mean that there are 72 death states here?Is it really okay for Ning Qing to open the coffin so casually?

"There are 81 sarcophagi here, and one of the main reasons for the layout of the 72 sarcophagi is that the martyrs need to be living, so as to better nourish the tomb owner." Ning Qing wiped the dust from his fingertips, "It's red for joy, plain white For the sake of mourning, those who are buried in red are because of resentment, and the power of nourishing the soul is more powerful."

"So?" Mo Lingyun didn't understand.

"If the 81 sarcophagi were buried in Zhenghong mourning clothes, ten Shuyang ancestors might not be able to suppress this tomb. The reason for the coffin.

"Is it so important to wear clothes?"

"Of course, red is for joy, plain and white is for mourning, non-major events are not allowed to wear, righteous monks like plain, Taoists like blue, and demons prefer black. Although there are no clear regulations on these things, they have been followed by generations. "

"Is that so?" Mo Lingyun looked at his black body and suddenly felt guilty.

"You're not my cultivator, and Ling Xiaofeng doesn't have so much restraint. Since senior brother agrees, you can do whatever you want." Ning Qing explained to him again, why he, a disciple of the righteous way, wears the magic cultivator who advocates black so far. The reason for not being beaten.

"Oh..." Mo Lingyun breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but ask, "But if you lift up the coffin boards so casually, aren't you afraid that they will pick up the corpse?"

"It was because of this thought that I stopped." Ning Qing answered naturally, successfully making Mo Lingyun choke, and he felt more and more that this uncle was not as innocent as he looked on the outside.

Which family's gentle and refined uncle wouldn't change his face when meeting someone else's coffin? !

"So, what should we do? This is not allowed, and that is not allowed." Mo Lingyun found a corner and squatted down to plant mushrooms.

"How about nephew, you can just point to the coffin mouth, let's walk around and have a look."

"Uncle, are you kidding me?"

"No." Ning Qing still looked serious.

"Master, listen! What is the uncle saying?!"

"Fair." Jing Rong answered him.

"?"

The solution to this matter was that Mo Lingyun closed his eyes and pointed to the coffin, one dared to point, and the other dared to enter.

Mo Lingyun squatted on the ground without moving, "Uncle, what do you think?"

"It's just that I believe in my nephew's luck." Ning Qing opened the coffin casually, and it was empty.

"This is me, am I right?" Mo Lingyun was stunned.

"Perhaps." Ning Qing's expression did not ease, he only heard him say: "I have never seen the method of breaking the 72 formations of the sky coffin, and there are records of the gate of life."

The sarcophagus did not give them any more time to communicate, and a gust of dust swept up the three of them.

*****

When Yan Huai opened his eyes, it was raining heavily in the village, and the old farmer was walking into the house with the support of his young grandson. He was squatting on the old stone road with his only rough bamboo flute in his arms.

Why is he here?Yan Huai spread out his wet palm, and there were still scars left on it when he cut the bamboo flute.

Oh, he had just finished the job his master ordered, but it rained in a hurry in the village, and he came outside to collect the herbs, and now the herbs were cleaned up, leaving him alone in the rain.

The blindfolded silk cloth was soaked and stuck to the eyelids, which was extremely uncomfortable. Yan Huai reached out to touch it but stopped. At this moment, someone pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.

The visitor was full of hostility, with gray hair messily sticking to his face, he was a little old man who couldn't be older.

"Master." Yan Huai called him.

"Don't call me." The old man's expression was unkind, and based on Yan Huai's address, it can be roughly deduced that he is ghost doctor No. 1 Qianqiu.

"Have you finished the work I ordered you today?"

"finished."

The communication between the two was very cold, Qianqiu, who couldn't find his fault, was sullen by the drizzle, and when he glanced at Yan Huai's flute in his hand, he had another breakthrough to discourage him.

As soon as he picked up his stick, the bamboo flute in Yan Huai's hand fell into the pottery vat in the yard. It was the vat they used to catch the rootless water, and the water in the full vat was clear all the year round.

"Your master asked you to follow me to learn these crap things?" Qian Qiu was annoyed.

Yan Huai didn't answer, which aroused his anger even more.

Qianqiu dragged Yan Huai by the neckline and dragged him a few meters, and forced him into the water tank full of rainwater. The rainwater choked his nose and wet his temples.

Yan Huai did not resist until Qianqiu let go of him. He was used to Qianqiu's beating and scolding, since he and Qianqiu became masters and apprentices.

The blindfolded ribbon spread out in the water and drowned in the water, only the wet eyelashes remained. Yan Huai raised his eyes, it was the dark green smudged under the abyss, the moment he raised his eyes, all the brilliance disappeared in these eyes.

He just glanced at Qianqiu coolly, without extra emotion.

Qianqiu shook his hand, and slammed the overly thin young man's body with a ruthless crutch, yelling and cursing: "I gave you these eyes, do you know? Dare to imitate your master and look down on me?!"

"The Lord's Shangdong Realm is the highest, beyond my comparability." Yan Huai returned to him, making Qianqiu's beard twitch with anger.

He knew that Qianqiu didn't like him, he didn't want to save him, and he didn't want to teach him many secret methods, but Qianqiu couldn't help it, he had to teach it if he taught it, or he had to teach it if he didn't teach it.

I don't know which time the poison test ended, Qianqiu grabbed the poisonous bug and asked him, "Why don't you die?"

"My life belongs to the Lord." Yan Huai didn't have any extra emotions, and replaced the blindfold with a new one. Qianqiu didn't like to see his eyes, even if he wasn't blind, he had to cover them at any time.

"What's more, if I die, master, you will have a hard time, right?" The cowardly and reticent young man suddenly changed his face, and turned the silver needle in his hand to reach the vein in the old man's throat. He said, "Have you played enough?"

Qian Qiu frowned, and said: "What are you talking nonsense!"

"Such a clumsy trick is nothing more than a demon miasma." Yan Huai stabbed without hesitation.

The scene of the surrounding mountain villages collapsed in an instant, leaving only a nightmare monster with no physical image struggling in the gray silence, screaming: "How is it possible?! My illusion weaving didn't work?!"

Yan Huai was still holding the silver needle in his hand, and said coldly: "Qianqiu, if I can kill him once, I can naturally kill him a second time."

"No...not right..." Nightmare Demon still refused to admit defeat, "I have cultivated for a hundred years, there is absolutely no such possibility, one... must be, your deep fear is not this at all!"

"So?" Yan Huai looked at it coolly, just like the cold look in the boy's eyes when he was soaked in a water tank in the illusion, but this time, he didn't give the nightmare monster a chance to speak.

Yan Huai flicked his sleeves. Since he has entered this illusion, it means that Shu Huayan made a mistake.

I just don't know what's going on with Rong Sa and Shu Huayan.