The singularity is in this coffin...

Ning Yi held the palm of his dry grass, which had been soaked in sweat. He stared at the ancient coffin of the Lion Heart King, and said hoarsely: "I'll open the coffin... Be careful."

"Okay." Wu Daozi took a deep breath, held his breath, and stopped causing trouble for Ning Yi.

Ning Yi looked at the ancient coffin, his scalp was a little numb. When walking in the tomb, the taboo was to move the owner's belongings to sleep in the tomb. The biggest taboo was to uncover the coffin and meet the dead.

What a great figure of identity and status?

I still like the quiet one during my lifetime. I disturbed the Lion Heart King's cultivation and had to uncover the other party's coffin...

Ning Yi's heart suddenly moved.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the coffin strangely. After the Lion Heart King died, he was buried in the imperial tomb. These formations may have been prepared before he died, but the "singularity" here was definitely not arranged by the Lion Heart King. The great Feng Shui master who arranged the imperial tomb set up such a dead end. When people outside came here and wanted to leave, they had to lift the coffin and meet the dead Lion Heart King.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

When you uncover the coffin, you will definitely see a more fierce picture than the previous Yin soldiers.

This tyrant who had been sleeping here for a long time was still angry, waiting for the moment when the coffin was lifted.

Ning Yi pursed his lips, and he hovered his palm. Under the cover of the yang energy of grass chips, the faint star light condensed in the palm of his palm, and the suction slowly increased. This strange seal was not tight. Any practitioner, even if he was just the first realm, could open the coffin as long as he could come here.

"It's going to be opened..."

Ning Yi turned around, saw Wu Daozi's cautious gaze, and nodded to him.

He held his breath, slowly condensed the starlight in his palm, and moved the coffin a gap.

Grass clips began to tremble.

Ning Yi's face became solemn.

This is an extremely narrow gap, and the coffin is silent. The outside of the coffin has changed drastically. The black clouds pressed very low on the grassland are torn apart by the strong wind. A coffin surrounded the two of them, leaping into countless smoke, strands, and the ghost soldiers who were wandering at a distance outside the coffin raised their heads in a daze, at a loss.

It started to rain in the sky.

Thousands of raindrops fell on the earth and hit the shoulders of the Yin soldiers, and they smashed into the pool like ink beads, swelling a cloud of mist. The Yin soldiers, whose bodies were as physically iron, were washed away by the raindrops. Among the stormy mist, only the pale-faced generals sat on the horse's back with scarlet lips and teeth, and their robes were soaked in the heavy rain, looking at the dark coffin.

The previously crowded grassland has become empty at this moment.

Instead, it is more cunning.

"The storm changes are a sign of great danger." Wu Daozi's face was pale and murmured: "The Yin Qi is ten times stronger than before... These raindrops smashed the Yin soldiers because they were mere Yin soldiers and could not withstand such a huge Yin evil."

The withered wild grass, the faint light sways slowly.

Ning Yi had already noticed a trace of pressure. If the coffin was completely opened, he would probably be unable to resist this level of yin energy erosion and had to leave quickly.

Ning Yi said hoarsely: "I count three numbers."

Wu Daozi clenched his fists.

"three."

"two......"

The sound of "one" fell, Ning Yi pressed one hand on the coffin. He raised his arm suddenly and lifted the coffin. The surging evil of the ancient coffin of the Lion Heart King surged out, and the withered and yellow weeds in his hand made a sharp hiss. The previously extremely firm sense of confrontation was washed away and shaking in an instant.

Wu Daozi's Dragon-Search Talisman was instantly dispersed by Yin Sha.

The raindrops on the dome turned into heavy rain. The ancient generals of the northern border who followed the Lion Heart King to fight against the tundra looked compassionate, turned over and dismounted, stood on the grassland, staring at the king's ancient coffin.

Ning Yi opened his eyes wide and looked at the man lying in the coffin.

The owner of this body is neither tall nor strong. He lies in such a huge ancient coffin and looks a little out of place. He holds the hilt of the sword with his hands, and two long objects seem to pierce the coffin, connecting the earth on the grassland. The man's posture seems to be possible to sit up at any time with the hilt of the sword.

The face of Emperor Lionheart was covered with half an ancient mask, covering the upper half of his cheeks. The man's face looked vicissitudes and confident. Even after countless years, a faint smile was still hanging on the corner of his lips after his death. On the half mask, the lion's mane swayed with the wind outside the coffin, pressed under his body, and the red hair, which was scattered like a waterfall, also swayed.

The eyes hidden under the mask slowly lit up.

People die like lamps extinguishing.

Ning Yi stared at the lion's eyes under the masks and confirmed that he saw a pair of eyes that gradually opened and then gradually lit up.

His lips were dry and he didn't know how to describe the feeling of this moment. It was like standing in the center of the vast world, with the sky and the earth dark, but his eyes opened and the mountains and rivers were lit up.

If the man holds up his sword and sits up, tells himself that he wants to conquer the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains of this world, and his command lacks a sword cultivator with a sword, then Ning Yi will definitely swear to follow him when he is shaken.

This is the kingly madman of the "King of the North".

On the distant prairie, several generals who followed the Lionheart King to the tombs took off their weapons and inserted their iron bows, long swords and long swords heavily on the grassland. The wind passed by, and the pale frost grass swayed in the wind, as desolate as the crossing of winter. The crackling rain fell, and the fog filled the majority of the sight, blocking most of the sight, and still did not prevent the burly generals from looking into the distance.

During his lifetime, he fought with the demon cultivator and was full of evil spirits. He had countless souls in his hands. At this time, he was in tears and couldn't help sobbing softly.

The broken remaining soldiers can be recast.

But the dead cannot be resurrected.

Out of Ning Yi's expectation... After the coffin was opened, the eyes slowly lit up, staring at the visitor who opened the ancient coffin. The eyes were not about the killing soaring into the sky, but a trace of relief that had not disappeared for a long time after a slow and dimness.

There is no violent killing formation.

There is no sword energy that can kill people.

This dead Lionheart Emperor was portrayed as a "brutal" and "ruthless" tyrant in the storm of the Great Sui Dynasty for two thousand years. But what is ridiculous is that no one has ever seen him with his own eyes. All the parties involved either died in the coup that affected the imperial city or under the erosion of time. All the truth has become the dust of history, and what is left to future generations is only a few words in history books.

The Lionheart King is not a tyrant at all.

This king of the North who loves solitude and tranquility is the same as the one depicted in history books. His vast mind and unparalleled ambitions... He can conquer such a huge territory and accommodate so many heroes, how could he be a violent person who treats his subordinates wantonly?

Ning Yi looked at the pair of eyes with a light golden color, and he whispered: "This is your supporter, I want to leave the truth for future generations... right?"

If you are afraid of the fierce reputation of the Lion Heart King, you dare not open the coffin and return to the Yin war formation, even if it is a big yang thing, you will not be able to resist the endless Yin energy and will eventually be unable to escape the end of drinking hatred here.

The gentleman who sets the singularity has calculated everything.

The King of Lion Heart, who was smiling at the corner of his lips, held the hilt of the sword in both hands. The sword body seemed to have penetrated the coffin and inserted into the grassland. In fact, it was just two broken broken swords, which were irreparable damage in the final battle of Emperor Lion Heart.

The man covered in a mask was lying in the coffin, his favorite "quietness" and "swords" that he loved most during his lifetime, and he was sleeping here forever.

The Lionheart King smiled and "looked" at Ning Yi, neither saying anything.

"Swords are on both sides, and righteousness is in my heart..." Wu Daozi looked at the Lion Heart King in the coffin and felt awe-inspiring. He murmured: "If I could have been born two thousand years earlier, I would like to follow you and fight outside the northern border, and give peace in the world!"

Ning Yi looked at the Lion Heart King. The cultivation level of this body was immeasurable and had already disappeared. The Lion Heart King must have ignited three life stars during his lifetime and entered Nirvana.

His body was immortal for thousands of years, but his divine nature was a little worse... The White Bone Plain noticed the abnormality of these divine natures, and the great practitioners who had reached this realm seemed to be only one step away from immortality.

Is this a failure to break through?

A practitioner who flows with the blood of the Great Sui royal family will never be as successful as he wants to become immortal.

The Lion Heart King lying in the coffin is the best example.

The man in the coffin held a knife and a sword, and no one else was left. He smiled and looked forward, waiting for the person who opened his coffin to arrive. Perhaps he would be the descendant of the Sui Dynasty, or perhaps just an unknown tomb robber. No matter who he was, he would selflessly give away everything in the coffin...

As long as the other party can discover it.

Wu Daozi looked at Ning Yi who had been staring at the coffin for a long time, and saw that the latter suddenly stretched out one hand and held the hands of the Lion Heart King who was holding the sword.

Ning Yi has a complicated expression.

This is where the singularity is.

It is also the remains of the Lion Heart King left to his descendants in this coffin.

All his remaining divine natures... condensed into a crystal.

Ning Yi's white bone plain cheered and peeled off the divine crystal, lingering in strands, seeping into the skin, and finally condensed into a cluster of lingering fur.

Ning Yi stared at the smile of the Lionheart King.

He murmured with a voice that only he could hear, "Or, this is the truth you want to leave to future generations?"
Chapter completed!