Xuan Ji has also traveled around the world and visited several botanical gardens. This is the first time he has seen such a strange creature that can cause blood rupture after a disagreement. It is too late to rescue him.

Since his destiny "run away from home", his fate has been particularly bumpy. It would be fine if he was "upper" by the devil. Anyway, the devil looks quite hygienic and may be fragrant. But if he is touched with a little white flower, how can he stuff the sword in his back in the future?

Does a man need to carry so much?

At that moment, Xuan Ji was really determined to throw away the big burden of goat beard on the spot. However, as a young man who had been instilled in the "Five Talks and Four Beauties" for many years, although the life in his hand was smelly, he was really unable to give up for a moment. He really didn't have to pick up the sword, so Xuan Ji had to use his limbs together, stretched his feet, and lifted the sword into the sky. Then he carried the goat beard and flew up with the sword, intending to hold the sword with his feet to prevent it from soaking in the "blood soup".

However, at this moment, the blood-like flower juice flowed halfway along the walls, and suddenly ignored the earth's gravity and turned an extremely unnatural bend in the air, spewing out horizontally.

The blood-colored flower juice woven a red glow in the air. When it touched Xuan Ji's wings, it immediately evaporated and turned into a faint light mist, forming a layer of peach blossoms and miasma, almost a bit spectacular. But before Xuan Ji could praise, the goat beard, who was originally unconscious, suddenly screamed and struggled. A few drops of flower juice splashed on his hands. The flesh on the goat beard's hand seemed to have touched a strong sour, and it was corroded on the spot, waking up the person's pain!

Flower juice is indeed poisonous!

In such a flash of time, I don’t know if the fire on Xuan Ji’s wings was burning too strong or why, the red mist steamed from the surrounding flowers became thicker and thicker, and the goat beard was exposed to the "fog", and its skin began to ulcerate, like a fireman burning by the fire.

The pink mist quickly rose to the top of the cave, and quickly condensed after encountering the cold rocks, and then fell like rain. Although Xuan Ji, the bird man, did not produce acid rain, he became a porter for acid rain!

Xuan Ji had no choice but to take care of the living person first and then have no time to care about his sword. He curled up his legs with great force, and his huge wings caged his body, forming a shield that was invincible to the fire and covers himself and the goatee.

At the same time, the heavy sword that he had just picked up in the air with his feet was accompanied by the "bloody wind" and fell into the pool with a "bang".

The water in the pond was not deep, and as soon as the heavy sword fell inside, it hit the bottom. Xuan Ji looked down from the gap in his wings, and then he realized that there was a stone platform under the water in the pond, which looked three meters square, just so it was covered by the water surface. There was something on the stone platform...

The next moment, Xuan Ji suddenly opened his eyes wide-

There was an empty coffin on the stone platform with a blank cover, and his sword smashed straight into the coffin!

Before he could chase after him, a palpitation flew across his chest, like a steel cone pounding into the tip of his heart. The cold, hollow and stinging pain surged up. Xuan Ji's ears "clicked" as if something was broken, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

Blood-like juice poured into the pond water, and the clear pond water was so red that it was shockingly red.

At the same time, in the altar in the distant depths of the Chiaoru, the patrolling spirits suddenly stopped in unison. As soon as the knife felt something, he turned around and looked at the altar, another stone tablet cracked for no reason!

The spirits of the instrument fell in front of the cracked stone tablets one after another. The sword carefully stretched out its rotten hands, trying to put together the cracked stones. Before he could touch them, the stone tablet sounded softly and broke into powder in front of the spirits. Then, a white light soared into the sky from the shattered stone tablets and flew towards the east like a rocket.

The spirits of the instrument looked at each other, and the cold armor burst into pieces in the wind. They were too old, and their memories were rusty as rusted as their bodies. They couldn't remember what the broken stone tablet meant, but... it seemed to be a very terrible thing.

As the sword fell into the pool, Sheng Lingyuan felt that his seven orifices were blocked, his senses became extremely numb, and his heartbeat became extremely existence-like, as if something wanted to highlight his thin myocardium and pass through his chest. Sheng Lingyuan didn't want to know what it was. For a moment, he felt fear in his heart for no reason, hoping that the blood-like water could condense into a cocoon, wrap him in it, let him close his eyes and listen, and hide forever.

But... for him, there is no place for him to hide.

Sleeping, panting, resting... for him, it is all delusion.

His memory was like a monster awakened, opening his eyes and opening his bloody mouth towards him.

The heavy sword sounded "buzzing", making a buzzing sound, and the cave trembled, and all the flowers on the four walls withered and withered at the same time. The pool was centered on the coffin, and then the water surface sank little by little, as if it was sucked in by something in the coffin.

Xuan Ji took a breath from the sudden palpitations in a cold sweat. He was stunned to see that the bloody liquid in the pond water was sucked completely by the coffin. When the pond water returned to its clearness, the coffin "falls out"—

The empty coffin exposed the water, and the sword that fell into it disappeared, and a... "person" sat in it.

Xuan Ji was not sure whether he should be called "person".

The goatee's eyes ran around in his sockets, fainted and woke up from fear, hanging in the air, "to die" and going crazy soon, even Xuan Ji couldn't help but stand up. He thought that he had visited "the sky hits lightning, and the bones were crushed and ashes" up close, and he would be able to travel to various horror films in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad without any taboos.

But that "person" still exceeded his imagination... because the body is really invisible.

There was clearly a burnt corpse in the coffin, with no distinction between head and feet, and the flesh and bones without size were intact, the lumbar spine was broken, and the upper and lower halves were completely covered with scorched rotten flesh.

And the scorched corpse is so tragic that it can still move!

The bones on his body clattered, and then, with a "puff", one by one, the white bones pierced the burnt skin. The bones were marching, and they automatically searched for their own position. Soon a slender skeleton was spliced, and the meridians and flesh were growing on the skeleton...

Xuan Ji shivered fiercely. For a moment, he felt that the flesh was growing layer by layer, and it seemed more painful than being cut down by the gloomy sacrifice layer by layer. He remembered that when the gloomy sacrifice backfired, the human demon stood motionless on the rooftop, smiling until it was wiped out.

But at this moment, the "charred corpse" kept struggling, clamping the coffin tightly with both hands, and the bronze coffin that was more than a tiny thick was transformed by him.

It was like screaming silently... because the vocal cords and tongue had not yet grown.

Just watching from the side, Xuan Ji felt that his whole body was burning and he felt cold sweat.

It took a quarter of an hour to grow the flesh and blood of the "charred corpse". Then pale human skin grew on the bloody body, and then long hair surged out like a waterfall, covering the entire coffin. The hands that were tightly clamped on the coffin finally hung down weakly, making a slight sound.

The fingers are pale and slender, wet, like white jade that has been washed for thousands of years.

Xuan Ji met these hands - he just hit him not long ago.

The devil who was struck by lightning actually came out of the sword!

At this time, the water surface of the pool fell nearly two meters from the beginning, and the entire stone platform under the water was exposed. Looking down from a high place, the stone platform was covered with dense patterns. There were actually two layers of patterns, one layer was carved on the stone. Xuan Ji had never seen it before, but based on experience, it was more like an unknown word than a pattern.

The other layer was painted with pigments, which he looked familiar with - that was a gloomy sacrifice.

The water surface calmed down, Xuan Ji hesitated for a moment and landed carefully on the stone platform. He tiptoed to avoid the strange words on the ground and heard the chaotic and rapid breathing sounds.

"Uh... that..." Xuan Ji asked tentatively, "Are you... alive?"

The person in the coffin seemed to have struggled for a moment, but did not answer.

Xuan Ji walked around for a while and finally found a space next to the coffin without sacrificial texts. He put the goatee whose tongue had already stretched out. It was not until then that he realized that something seemed to be missing.

"Wait," Xuan Ji thought, "Where is my sword?"

Xuan Ji came to his senses and a string of questions lined up in his mind.

What's the situation?

Didn’t the devil be cut into pieces and thunder? Where did he get his body? Why did he become a living person?

These are some details, so you can put them aside first. The most important thing is that the devil "comes out", where is his sword?

Before his sword was "upper" by the devil, it was like a part of his body, and could move as he wanted. After being upright by the devil, he suffered from "human sword separation anxiety disorder". He would be five spines and six beasts after leaving for a while. But at this moment, he could not sense where the sword was, and the inexplicable separation anxiety evaporated out of thin air!

Xuan Ji stepped next to the coffin and looked for a sword, but before he could roll his hands, his eyes were fixed by the man in the coffin.

He fought with Sheng Lingyuan to the death in Chiyuan Hospital, and of course he met. The person in the coffin had the same face, the same figure, and even the hair volume was exactly the same, but he just felt that this person was different from the human demon in Chiyuan.

The man in Chiyuan Hospital was destroyed under his nose, and the vacuum cleaner could not recover that body. On the other hand... The "Sheng Lingyuan" in Chiyuan Hospital did not have "live energy", which made people feel that he would not hurt, nor was he happy, angry, and happy. Even if he was struck by lightning, it just made people feel frightened... Just like the kind of frightened being struck by lightning on a big tree.

But at this time, the person in the coffin was "living", and Xuan Ji could almost feel his pain.

He lay silently in the coffin, probably trying to support himself, his bony shoulder blades seemed to pierce the tight skin, trembling silently with his suppressed breathing.

The moment Xuan Ji saw this person clearly, he was suddenly overwhelmed by some violent emotion. It was an indescribable sadness and ecstasy. The two sides intertwined, and even his soul trembled. It seemed as if the regret that had lasted for thousands of years had finally ended, and it was like he had been trapped in the boundless dark night for a long time, and finally saw a glimmer of dawn.

In his life, he had never experienced such joys and sorrows. His soul was out of his body. Xuan Ji was stunned for a while, almost shed tears, and involuntarily pressed his chest.

The man in the coffin was as white as if he hadn't seen the sun for a thousand years, his hair was as black as ink, and a line of shocking blood dried up on his side face, connected to the red corners of his eyes, as if it was a line of blood and tears. The strong contrast of color piercing people's eyes actually constituted a shocking impact.

as well as……

He was not wearing any clothes.

Wait a moment!

Xuan Ji suddenly came to his senses and broke free from the inexplicable emotion. He was staring at a naked man in a daze. The duration was enough to catch him twice with the "hooligan crime"!

"Hey, that's what... I'm not, it's not intentional. You suddenly appear without saying anything..." Xuan Ji quickly looked away, and the scene he had just seen seemed to be stuck to the retina. He blinked hard and touched himself in a panic. Maybe he wanted to take off a piece of clothes to save someone, but found that he couldn't help. His wings from his coat and sweater came out of his quilt and burned into a backless beggar outfit, and he didn't have the habit of wearing long-term pants. If his pants were taken off, he would have to become a Haier brother, which would be too self-sacrificing.

"Or...that..." Xuan Ji's eyes were circling and he said nonsense, "I took off the goatee's clothes? Do you mind if you were a little slutty?"

Sheng Lingyuan ignored him, stuck one hand out and put it on the edge of the coffin, and made a move weakly.

The withered vines that had just bloomed with "bloody flowers" started to move rustling, entangled with each other, imitating the "double thread needle" on Xuan Ji's sweater, and woven a long robe and landed on the man.

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to be unable to bear the weight of a piece of clothing, and his whole body was pressed down by the falling robe. Xuan Ji subconsciously reached out to help him, but reached halfway, and stood there again, not understanding why he had such an impulse.

At this time, he heard Sheng Lingyuan muttering something.

Xuan Ji held his breath: "What?"

The man paused word by word, as if he was squeezed out from his teeth, his trembling voice was filled with blood.

"Who... who opened his coffin..."
Chapter completed!