Chapter 302: Find the coffin

Into the abyss, there are ghosts crying, like weeping like complaining, lingering but not going away.
Entering the abyss thousands of feet away, there are blue sarcophagi hanging on the cliff wall on both sides of the cliff. The sarcophagus faintly fluctuates, and the cries of ghosts turn into ghosts from time to time.
As if there were several fierce beasts fighting at the bottom of the abyss.
The further down, the heavier the cold, the deeper the bitter cold, and the ordinary gods are afraid that they can no longer hold on to it, and they can no longer descend.
"Look, Yang Jian, why is the sarcophagus next to it opened?"
Lu Chunyang spoke suddenly, and Yang Jian only noticed these abnormalities.
Above 1,500 feet, blue sarcophagi are closed, and there are very few open sarcophagi. The aura in it was not very strong, Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang converged their auras and sank all the way, without disturbing the corpse in the coffin.
But when they sank two thousand feet under the Nether River, the sarcophagus on both sides gradually increased, and they were neatly hung over the cliff.
And these sarcophagi were actually opened.
If the corpse repairs in the sarcophagus popped out collectively, that was all, but carefully sensed that most of the corpses in the sarcophagus were sleeping, or in a closed state, and were not disturbed.
Looking at the sarcophagi again, the lid was half opened. It seemed that someone pulled the sarcophagus away and looked inside...
"Look down," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, and the two continued to dive. This time they used mana and profound energy, and the sinking speed suddenly accelerated.
Further down, the number of blue sarcophagi dropped sharply, but the aura in the sarcophagus became stronger.
Similarly, these sarcophagi were also torn apart, but the corpse repairs inside were not destroyed.
The corpse repair was originally going against the sky, it was too difficult, and it was only absorbing the lifeless ghost in this north sea gloomy stream, and did not harm the world.
"There seems to be someone fighting the law down there!" Lu Chunyang was also a little anxious, "Go, don't have a baby born!"
Yang Jian was dumb for a while.
Lu Chunyang is the Golden Immortal of Daluo, and his Yuanshen cultivation is more than a star and a half stronger than Yang Jian. Yang Jian was hindered by his spiritual consciousness in the nether stream, but Lu Chunyang could see far away with his tyrannical consciousness.
There is no difference between Yuanshen Dao and physical practice. Both have their own merits.
It sank another three hundred feet, and the two reached the bottom of the Nether River.
Under my feet is a layer of jade that exudes a faint green light, it is a ghost jade, it is a treasure of refining tools, but it doesn't enter the eyes of Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang.
Because of the dead air, the seawater has turned into a thick slurry-like fluid here.
The sea water behind them gradually cleared, and blood was rolling in front of them, and the sound of fighting was faintly heard in the blood.
There must be the real mystery of Nether River, and it is also the dojo of those who are strong in corpse repair.
Yang Jian came to Liu Ya, and he didn't want to get involved in the side affairs, so he said: "Brother, do you want to stay in my belt for a while? I will use the method of change and check it out."
Lu Chunyang frowned and looked at Yang Jian, and said, "Are you worried that I will hold you back?"
"Of course not," Yang Jian said solemnly, "If I get into a hard fight and you suddenly come out of my arms, how can the opponent fight it?"
When Lu Chunyang heard this, he nodded in recognition, put down his guard, and was taken into the surviving gemstone carried by the mysterious turtle by Yang Jian.
The Sky Dog was also in it, but fortunately, the Sky Dog ate the black bead from the pig demon, and was asleep, unwilling to wake up.
Lu Chunyang's voice came from his belt: "My divine sense will guide you, so you can change it."
"Yeah," Yang Jian replied. The Seventy-Two Transformation was already perfect, and now it turned into a black fish that never slipped into autumn, wrapped in a layer of Xuan Gang, and rushed directly into the ground filled with blood.
Not far after entering, I saw a coffin that was completely different from the previous blue sarcophagi. The coffin was bloody, and there was still a tyrannical aura remaining in it, probably at the level of Da Luo Jinxian.
Yang Jian went up to check that the strong corpse repair man in this coffin was gone. Maybe someone opened the coffin and drove here all the way, disturbing the strong man, so he fought in front...
As he continued swimming, Yang Jian saw three or four empty coffins along the way.
The more you swim toward the depths of Nether River, the more coffins like this are. When Yang Jian approaches the deepest vortex of Nether River, he has found seventeen empty coffins.
Seventeen coffins, are the seventeen corpses of Da Luojing?
"Brother, be careful. There are a lot of masters here. They are all fighting in that whirlpool, seemingly fighting for the same thing."
The same thing?
Yang Jian's eyes lit up, could it be that he was fighting for the jade coffin that carried Liuya?
Now that he didn't dare to stay for a long time, the fish's tail shook, Yang Jian broke through the thick blood, and rushed toward the tornado-like whirlpool like a sharp arrow.
Today, he is a combat power that the quasi-sage cannot retain. As long as there is no quasi-chief-master grade in the corpse repair, Yang Jian is really not afraid.
The vortex in the deepest part of Nether River was not formed by those masters' fighting methods, but existed.
When Yang Jian approached, he noticed that the whirlpool was a thousand feet in diameter, and a stream of blood gushing out of it, blending into the sea, it was spectacular.
Looking up, I couldn't see where it formed. Looking down, I couldn't see where this vortex led.
Lu Chunyang said in his belt: "This should be the end of Santuhe."
"Yeah," Yang Jian felt carefully. Although the place is full of ghosts and blood, but carefully felt that although this dirty blood is not good, it contains a pure and extremely yin power.
How good is yin and yang?
Continuing to shake his tail, Yang Jian plunged into the whirlpool, and suddenly there was nothing in front of him, as if he had passed through a portal of universe and broke into a small world...
Never imagined that there would be such a paradise in the place where the filthy blood gathered.
In front of him, the whirlpool was like a transparent wall, reflecting pink light, with a little star when he raised his head, and Yun Zhengxiawei when he lowered his head.
A small island with a diameter of hundreds of meters is suspended above the sea of ​​clouds. The island is full of exotic flowers and fruits, full of treasures from the dark. In the center of the island is a "spring", and the aura of almost condensed water is constantly gushing out. He took a mouthful of the jade coffin.
That jade coffin!
Isn't it the one I saw on the other side half a month ago? There must be a sleeping girl lying in it!
"That's it!" Yang Jian said to Lu Chunyang, "The old person I'm looking for is in that jade coffin!"
"Oh?" Lu Chunyang beat a drum in his heart.
Because no matter how you look at it, this jade coffin is no small thing, and it is located in the deepest treasure of Netherworld. It stands to reason that this should be the most powerful corpse repair in Netherworld.
Looking at the figures fighting around the island, most of the mana is between them, and the jade coffin they desperately guarded, lying inside, at least should be a quasi-teacher-level corpse repair... …
Thinking of this, Lu Chunyang asked a little uneasy: "Are you sure, it's really a visiting friend?"
Yang Jian smiled freely, in a good mood, turned into a swimming fish and went straight to the jade coffin.
Those who are fighting by the island, let them fight!
Oh, there seems to be something wrong...
Yang Jian swam and stopped suddenly, staring at the fighting figures over there.
Seventeen corpses from Da Luojing were besieging one person, not because they wanted to fight for the jade coffin.
Most of the corpse repairs are in human form, but they are not the blue-faced fangs that Yang Jian originally imagined. Instead, they are all handsome men and women, flesh and blood, and even a few people still exude a little fairy.
And the person besieged by the corpse repairs, dressed in white, handsome and handsome, only relied on a folding fan and strong mana to continuously dissolve the offensives of these corpse repairs, and slowly moved to the jade coffin...
This man in white, why, look familiar?
"What's the matter?" Lu Chunyang asked in confusion.
Yang Jian whispered: "Can you see the heels of the white-clothed man?"
"I can't see... it doesn't seem to be a human race. Although the aura on his body is ethereal and illusory, but there is a demon energy that cannot be concealed... Is he a demon race power? Why I have never heard of it."
Yang Jian said, "I'll go to the jade coffin first."
"Well, be careful, everyone in white clothes is not easy to deal with, and you and I may not be able to please work together."
Yang Jian swims more cautiously, slowly approaching the jade coffin, his figure is getting smaller and smaller, and finally he becomes like a tadpole. With poor eyesight, he really can't see him.
But when Yang Jian was fifty feet away from the jade coffin, he somehow touched the layout here~EbookFREE.me~ A sharp whistling sound came from below.
When he looked down, he saw that it was a ghost flower with a human face. At this moment, he was pointing at Yang Jian with a branch, screaming at the chaotic battlefield over there.
"Damn it!" Lu Chunyang cursed, "rush over!"
Before Lu Chunyang spoke, Yang Jian had already used the technique of change again, turning into the fastest Chuanyunyan, and rushed to the jade coffin in the blink of an eye!
Turning into a human form, Yang Jian wanted to hug the jade coffin directly, but he felt that the jade coffin was extremely heavy. With his strength, he couldn't even hold it?
"You dare!"
After a loud shout came from himself, Yang Jian ignored it, his arms bulged, his teeth clenched, his hands clasped the jade coffin, and he violently exerted force.
"Get up!"
Rumbling--
That jade coffin was actually pulled up by Yang Jian a little bit!
Even with it, the entire vortex seemed to collapse, shaking violently everywhere.
Suddenly, a loud shout came: "Don't move the coffin, brat! That's the baby blocking the Santuhe! Just open the coffin lid!"
Yang Jian's voice was so familiar, he subconsciously relaxed, turned his head to look at the source of the words... it was the handsome man in white! ?
Wait a minute, why is this voice so like a respected old man? The one who is very good at cheating and kidnapping!
"White Pond?"
"It's me!" The corpses around the white-clothed man rushed to Yang Jian's side. Seeing that Yang Jian was still in a daze, Bai Ze hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up! You have beaten so much?"
Yang Jian smiled leisurely, slapped his belt, and shed a peculiar sword light calmly!
However, Yang Jian's hands were quick and quick. Taking advantage of those corpses being blocked by the sword light, he slapped the lid of the jade coffin with a slap, and the lid of the coffin was easily pushed aside by him...
A fragrant scent hits his face immediately.
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