Villain: Starting With The Nine Dragons Seizing The Throne? I Choose To Lie Flat!

Am I being tricked?

As the thought passed by, Su Xian panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down.

At this time, he could not move his whole body.

It was as if he had truly turned into a dead person.

But his body still has a clear sense of touch, and he can feel a cold feeling flowing through his body while lying in the coffin, which shows that his perception has not been lost.

"According to the previous reactions of Yu Ziqi and others, the origin of that broken sword is not trivial."

"When I took out the broken sword just now, my aunt's attention was briefly attracted to it, but because of the special situation, she didn't pay too much attention to it.

"So the probability that it will be affected subsequently is low."

"And if I really jumped into the coffin, I should still be holding it in my hand, but now it's gone.

"This can only mean..."

The lightning flashed in Su Xian's mind, and he quickly analyzed the situation at the moment "Two Five Zero"

"...It's not that I jumped into the ancient bronze coffin and lay here, but that my consciousness entered that corpse!"

"So, what I see now is actually the perspective of the corpse!"

I figured this out.

Su Xian suddenly became calmer.

The time I spent looking at the coffin was longer than this time, but there was no such change. It was most likely due to the use of Divine Ability.

"I was still in the tomb just now, but now I have changed to a different place."

Su Xian lay quietly, with only his eyeballs moving all over his body, he could only look at the falling notes of heaven and earth in the sky.

Too much.

It was as if there was a rain of money.

The sky was full of paper money, flying and falling down, which was strange and eerie.

"This scale doesn't look like there are very few left in the world, and it conflicts with what my aunt Zhiqian said..."

Su Xian thought.

At this time.

He suddenly heard the sound of whimpering, faintly visible, as if coming from an extremely distant place, but yet it seemed to be ringing in his ears.

Su Xian listened carefully and made sure that this was not Su Qingge's voice.

To be precise.

Not belonging to anyone he knew.

"Is she crying in my grave?"

Su Xian had a strange feeling.

Immediately afterwards.

He heard more voices.

The sounds of crying lingered in the ears, lingering endlessly, as if countless creatures were wailing.

Their voices came together.

It no longer looks sad, but has a sense of grandeur.

"Hunxi!"

"Return!"

The old voice echoed in my ears, with an indescribable sadness and remoteness.

The moment I heard this sentence.

Su Xian suddenly found that his body seemed to be able to move.

He tried to raise his arm, but he did not encounter any hindrance.

So he stood up from the coffin and subconsciously looked around. What he saw was desolation, black mist filled the sky and the earth, and there were scattered coins everywhere.

Everywhere is empty, except for this huge bronze coffin standing here, motionless.

"The soul is back!!"

The sad old voice sounded again.

At this moment, Su Xian found that his body was flying towards the sky involuntarily, as if there was a strange force leading him forward.

"This is......"

Su Xian was startled, and suddenly realized, this is fucking trying to summon my soul! If I am really recruited away, what will happen to me in reality? Turn me into a vegetative state?"

Even though he has turned into a corpse in a giant bronze coffin at this moment, it is impossible for him to assume this identity!

In Su Xian's self-understanding.

He is the person who lives in the outside world, not this body that died at an unknown time.

Even if it really was his previous life, that wouldn't work!

"Stop!"

There was a hint of ferocity in Su Xian's eyes.

He forcibly stopped his figure and stood still in mid-air.

Paper money rained down on his shoulders.

Su Xian casually took it in his hand, looked at it carefully, and found that the word "地" was written on it, and the outline of a vague figure was imprinted on it, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"wrong."

Su Xian narrowed his eyes.

This is definitely not a natural product between heaven and earth, but man-made.

The creator was probably the world where the sounds he just heard were located.

"In other words, the place where this 'corpse' is located is the real underworld, but I don't know if it is the same place as the outside world." Su Xian looked thoughtful.

To be precise.

This is not a corpse at all, but a soul!

As for why a huge bronze coffin appeared, it is not difficult to understand when thinking about the experience in the tomb world.

That is probably also a ghost weapon!

There are many types of underworld utensils, and paper binding is just one of them...

Some Hades may be made of stone, some may be made of bronze, and some may be made of various metals.

Who said that only paper vessels can be burned?

That's for ordinary people.

In the fantasy world, there is nothing that cannot be burned. If it cannot be burned, it only means that the flame is not strong enough.

For example, the Nanming Lihuo currently controlled by Su Xian, there is very little that can withstand its burning!

"However, there can't be only one soul in the underworld, right?"

With this thought flashing through his mind, Su Xian looked around, but still couldn't see half of the figure.

This space between heaven and earth is empty.

Apart from him and the bronze coffin, all that was left was paper money scattered all over the sky and endless traces of gray dew.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Suddenly, a distant Buddha's name echoed faintly in my ears.

Immediately afterwards came the dense sound of chanting, as if tens of thousands of bald donkeys were chanting around him, which made Su Xian's scalp numb instantly and his head almost exploded.

The void shook.

Rays of golden Buddha light descended from the sky, turning into a golden road to the sky, extending to infinite heights.

"Good! Good!"

"The donor's merits during his lifetime were immeasurable, and he should naturally ascend to the Land of the Blissful Buddha!"

The compassionate voice echoed in the ears, and the golden Great Dao under his feet seemed to stick to Su Xian's body, retracting it very quickly, as if it wanted to take him away by force.

Su Xian's expression changed suddenly.

1.8 He couldn't help but utter a curse word.

+!

Why are there these bald donkeys everywhere? They are like ghosts!

Su Xian wanted to stop himself, but the endless chanting had a strange power, causing his body to rush into the air involuntarily.

he knows.

If this was the person from before, he might be able to resist, but he is still too weak after all!

"You want me to become a Buddha?"

Su Xian's eyes flashed with ferocity, "Okay, then I will do as you wish!"

next moment.

Su Xian sat cross-legged and put his hands together.

His expression was solemn and solemn, his face was compassionate, but there was a sneer in his eyes. His voice was loud and he spoke slowly:

"Until hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha!"

“Only when all sentient beings are saved can you achieve Bodhi!”

"If I don't go to hell, who will!"