Peerless Headmaster

Chapter 68
"How could this be? I just glanced at it, how could I get hurt?" Ning Heng sat down cross-legged, took a elixir to circulate the inner energy to calm the blood, his heart was full of shock.

The pattern on the coffin seems to have some kind of incredible mysterious power, just looking at it will hurt people.

Ning Heng wondered whether it was the power of the coffin itself or the power of the pattern, especially the majestic figure holding a big bow, which gave Ning Heng a very special feeling, like a high-ranking god, who could not be directly looked at, and could not be desecrated .

The three patterns are related to each other. Ning Heng closed his eyes and thought carefully, and vaguely caught something, but it seemed that he lacked any key clues.

When the Qi and blood completely calmed down, Ning Heng let out a long breath and opened his eyes again, but he didn't dare to look at the pattern on the side of the coffin.

And there seems to be nothing else here except for this red coffin and the complex magic circle above it.

Ning Heng looked back, there was only a solid rock wall behind, and there was no way out.

"It seems that we still need to see what's inside the coffin, maybe we can find a way out." Ning Heng said in his heart.

Thinking of this, Ning Heng stood up and walked towards the coffin, restraining himself not to look at the pattern on the coffin, lest he be injured again.

When Ning Heng stood cautiously in front of the coffin and nothing happened, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, then he stretched out his hand and touched the coffin little by little.

Just when Ning Heng's hand was about to touch the red coffin, a faint golden halo emerged from the red coffin, blocking Ning Heng's hand from touching the coffin.

Ning Heng's expression changed slightly, and he immediately took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on the red coffin, always on guard.

The golden halo continued to gather, and unexpectedly turned into the figure of an old man in golden robes on the red coffin.

Ning Heng's eyes widened, and he looked at the golden-robed old man in astonishment, and he was even more vigilant in his heart, for fear that the sudden appearance of the golden-robed old man would be harmful to him.

However, upon closer inspection, Ning Heng could tell that the old man in the golden robe was not a real entity, but an illusory shadow, which was completely condensed by golden light.

The old man in the golden robe had a serious face. Although his body was full of golden light, there was still an air of twilight pervading.

Moreover, the golden robed old man had his eyes closed, sitting there as if he was taking a nap.

Ning Heng noticed that on the forehead of the old man in gold robe, there seemed to be a fire cloud imprint similar to his own, but much clearer and brighter than the imprint on his forehead, which could be seen at a glance.

Ning Heng hesitated in his heart, and asked tentatively, "Senior?"

There was no response after calling out, Ning Heng frowned, and called out twice in succession, the old man in golden robe remained motionless, sitting there like a dead man.

Ning Heng thought to himself, could it be that this is just a means of the coffin to deter those who try to touch the coffin?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and Ning Heng boldly stretched out his hand to touch the golden robed old man.

Seeing that Ning Heng's hand was about to fall on the old man in golden robe, he saw the old man suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Ning Heng like lightning.

Ning Heng was startled, and immediately withdrew his hand, mobilizing his internal energy, ready to strike at all times.

"Junior, what year is it now?" The golden-robed old man's voice sounded, but Ning Heng could hear that there seemed to be a hint of eagerness and anxiety in the old man's voice.

Ning Heng calmed down and replied, "It is now October of the seventh year of the Holy Dragon Calendar of the Great Spirit Dynasty."

The old man in the golden robe was taken aback when he heard the words: "The Holy Dragon Calendar of the Great Spirit Dynasty? Then who is in power now?"

Ning Heng's expression was even weirder, why did this old guy ask these questions right away?However, he still said in a straightforward manner: "Right now, the Empress Hongchen is in power, ruling the Great Spirit Dynasty."

Hearing the words, the old man in the golden robe had a confused look on his face, as if he didn't know who the Red Dust Empress Ning Heng was talking about was.

But soon, the golden-robed old man regained his composure, looking at Ning Heng with a faint smile on his face.

"You have obtained nine drops of Golden Crow's ancient blood, and now you have refined it to the second drop, which is not bad." The golden robed old man said with a smile.

As soon as Ning Heng heard it, he began to think in his heart, could it be that this golden robed old man is a senior of the Golden Crow Sect?Otherwise, how could it exist in this Golden Crow Ancient Cave?Know about the ancient blood of the Golden Crow?
"Senior is a member of my Golden Crow Sect?" Ning Heng asked.

The old man in the golden robe smiled and nodded, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and said: "Really, I am the suzerain of your Golden Crow Sect, but in my time, it was not called the Golden Crow Sect, but the name For the Holy Fire Cult."

Ning Heng was a little surprised when he heard the words. The Golden Crow Sect was originally called the Sacred Fire Sect?
At this time, Ning Heng remembered that when he got the nine drops of Golden Crow's ancient blood, he saw two lines of poems on the rock wall, in which the word "sacred fire" was mentioned.

At that time, Ning Heng didn't pay attention to it, but after hearing what the old man in golden robe said now, I'm afraid there are some secrets in it.

Seeing the puzzled look on Ning Heng's face, the golden-robed old man couldn't help but smiled wryly: "It seems that it's been a long time. I'm afraid no one remembers the Holy Fire Cult back then."

Ning Heng bowed to the golden-robed old man and said, "Ning Heng, the head teacher of the Jin Wuzong, pays his respects to senior."

The old man in the golden robe nodded and said: "You can refine the ancient blood of the Golden Crow, which means that you have a predestined relationship with the old man. The nine drops of the ancient blood of the Golden Crow are left by the old man. No one has been able to obtain them all these years until your appearance. "

Ning Heng thought to himself, if he didn't have the Divine Orb of the Universe, he might not have been able to get the nine drops of Golden Crow's ancient blood.

"What you see now is just an illusory shadow condensed by this old man with the power of the Golden Crow's Burning Heaven Kungfu and a drop of the ancient blood of the Golden Crow. The old man's body has dried up, and although his soul still remains, it won't last long. If it weren't for you After refining the ancient blood of the Golden Crow, I am afraid that this old man will perish in a daze." The old man in the golden robe said with emotion.

Ning Heng looked at the golden-robed old man with some doubts: "Then what is the order of the senior to bring the junior here?"

The old man in the golden robe sighed: "This old man really needs you to do something, and there is no way to entrust it to anyone else except you."

Ning Hengdang even said: "As long as the seniors have entrusted them, the juniors will definitely do their best."

That being said, Ning Heng doesn't think so in his heart, what he wants is to get out of here quickly, and I don't bother to care about what's going on with you old guy.

The old man in the golden robe naturally didn't know what Ning Heng was thinking. After a moment of silence, he said to Ning Heng: "I want you to kill the Red Dust Empress and destroy the Great Spirit Dynasty."

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