River Tuluo Xian

No wonder his uncle said so swearingly before that he had figured out a way to deal with Jiangling.

It turns out that the so-called method is this!
"Jingming, why are you here?"

The father and mother of the holy son Yin Jingming were all killed by that demon back then, including his other uncles.The only remaining uncle had sent the two of them here just now at the cost of his life.

At this time, one of the people who recited the sacrificial speech called him.

That was Yin Jingming's cousin. He saw that Yin Jingming was not only blind in one eye, but also in a mess. Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions.

Before Yin Jingming could reply, he urged Cui Yin Jingming and the holy girl Qi Yingrou to kneel down and never raise their heads.

Because the chains of the No. 99 cemetery have been opened, and the [-] layers of seals are being peeled off layer by layer along with the sacrificial words.

The demons there, who have been banned for so many years, must have great resentment and deep hatred.

Once he comes out, if anyone looks at him, that person will be targeted and killed by him immediately.

The Longevity Gate paid a price of hundreds of names to seal him.Now that the unblocking is imminent, the tragedy of 13 years ago must not be repeated.

Holy Son Yin Jingming immediately knelt down and lowered his head.

Even if the demon killed his parents and many uncles, he had a blood feud.

But the shadow formed in his heart since childhood also made his fear outweigh his hatred.

"Uncle Yang, why did you do this?" Yin Jingming really didn't want to see that demon reappear.

According to his thinking, the enmity between him and Jiangling will take time, and when he breaks through the five qi dynasty, he may not be powerless to fight.

But if this demon is released once Jiang Ling is killed, then who will deal with this demon?
"This is also the only way to deal with the reckless person. You should know that the reckless person is not even your great-grandfather. No one in the whole world can contend with him, except Shi Tianfang."

"But once the demon surnamed Shi is released, who can lock him up again?"

The old man Sanqing is no longer there. It was the old man Sanqing who joined forces and over 100 people sacrificed to hold Shi Tianfang down.

"The Fate is not weak. Once Shi Tianfang comes out, he will definitely fight fiercely. Maybe it will be a result of mutual losses. If this is the case, it will be a great blessing for us, Tianwaitian."

While speaking, the mountain of the cemetery suddenly shook.

Like a magnitude [-] earthquake, shaking, a sense of dizziness arises spontaneously.

Those who were called [Uncle Yang] immediately told him to keep quiet and not to make any more noise.

Afterwards, he even gave Yin Jingming a sacrificial oration, asking him and the saint to read along with the sacrificial oration.

"Don't look up, don't look at him, remember, never look into his eyes, absolutely not!"

Uncle Yang, after repeated warnings, closed his eyes and recited the sacrificial oration silently.

The earthquake is intensifying,
It was a magnitude [-] earthquake just now, but now it is almost comparable to a magnitude [-] earthquake.

It only shook for ten breaths, and suddenly, bang bang bang, thunder exploded above the cemetery.

Dark clouds piled up in the sky, as if a thunderstorm had been triggered in an instant.

The thunderclouds were buzzing, and the strong electric light was like a mad snake, looming in the clouds.

Boom boom boom boom boom...

A sound of chains being snapped came from inside the coffin.

Then, with a buzzing sound, the lid of a sarcophagus was suddenly lifted by the airflow.

A scrawny man, dressed in gray and yellow rags.It was like a mummy that had been sun-dried for more than ten years, with skinny bones under the dry skin.

Those eyes were also sunken deeply.

There was really no flesh and blood on his body.

But those deeply sunken eyes seemed to be turbulent with thunder when they opened and closed.

For a moment, everyone below lowered their heads, chanting sacrificial rites.

After that, the sarcophagus was lifted up by everyone's thoughts.

Hundreds of people carried the coffin together, this scene is very grand.

The coffin was lifted, flew away, and headed back to the Longevity Gate.

The person in the coffin just stood in the coffin like a sculpture, but he didn't move at all.

The holy son Yin Jingming began to tremble from the moment he stood up.

A kind of unstoppable fear permeated in his bones.

It wasn't just him, the saint Qi Yingrou was not much better either.

Thirteen years ago, she was only seven years old, and she also experienced the catastrophe, and knew the horror of the demon in the sarcophagus.

But right now, the demons have been released, and they cannot get off the tiger, so they can only accompany everyone to carry the sarcophagus back to the Longevity Gate.

More than 300 people strided in the air,

It's like a "human cloud", floating across the sky.

Not long after, we approached the Longevity Gate.

When they got here, more than 300 people shot at the same time, throwing the sarcophagus towards Wudao Peak, the back mountain of the Longevity Gate.

The sarcophagus whizzes through the wind,

A few moments later, with a bang, it landed on the flat ground behind the mountain.

Nie Qian was lying in Jiang Ling's arms at this time, her slender and soft little tongue was doing its best to please her master.

The sudden fall of the sarcophagus startled her.

She raised her head and saw a coffin falling from afar.

And there seemed to be a person standing in the coffin.

The man was skinny, with a pair of dry but sharp eyes, looking around without blinking.

Although his face is always facing forward, everyone can feel that his eyes are looking around 360 degrees.

Nie Qian's gaze caught the man's attention.

The man finally turned his head, and his sharp eyes met Nie Qian's.

The moment her eyes met, Nie Qian felt her eyes hurt, as if she had been pricked by a needle.

She quickly closed her eyes: "Master, there seems to be a strange person over there."

Jiang Ling hugged her softly and put her aside, and finally carved the last dharma sword in his hand. He flicked it on Nie Qian's forehead, "If you hadn't made trouble, I should have done it long ago."

Nie Qian giggled, looking at the red-faced Bai Xin not far away, it was meaningful.

Although Bai Xin has been meditating, the licking sound of Nie Qian's little tongue can get into her ears every time, distracting her.

Even though Bai Xin didn't open his eyes to see it, but he imagined it in his heart, which made him feel even more embarrassed.

Involuntarily, her cheeks flushed as if on fire.

Jiang Ling also looked back at this time, and saw the man in the sarcophagus.

He also exchanged glances with the man in the sarcophagus.

When the two eyes made contact, there was also a tingling feeling towards Jiang Ling's eyes.

Jiang Ling immediately blessed him with Dharma Eyes, and the light in his eyes flashed and shot back.

At the same time, more than three hundred people rushed to the entrance of the back mountain.

With their mouths uttered a single rite,
After arriving here, their voices stopped abruptly.

Jiang Ling stood up: "What kind of battle is this?"