Taishang patriarch crawled out of the tomb

Chapter 3 You are an unfilial son, how dare you put your ancestors in the mouth
Yang Heng's mouth widened upon hearing this.

In the mouth, the red hair squirmed, like thousands of red worms breeding.

At this moment.

He felt hot and numb in his hands.

He hurriedly raised his hands to look, and couldn't help being stunned.

The Taishang Patriarch whose own soul wears the Marrow Washing Sect is [-] years old, and his hands are as skinny as chicken feet.

But now.

Yang Heng was surprised to find that the red hair on his hands had faded.

The fingers have become slender, white and tender, and the skin is as smooth as jade.

With such fingers, a woman will be soft when she sees them.

Fortunately, I don't have a hand fetish, otherwise I'm afraid.
Yang Heng shivered.

In the ear, Ali's voice sounded again, as gentle and affectionate as ever
"Jun's hand has evolved into a first-level (primary) innate indestructible hand with its own characteristics: it is not invaded by water and fire, it is not hurt by swords, it is tough and sharp, and it can resist all evils."

"Practice any skill in your hand and you will achieve great success in an instant, hitting 100 times the critical damage."

"Reminder: Jun's physical body is exhausted, not enough to exert the power of the first-level immortal hand (currently only some of the inherent characteristics of the immortal hand), the improvement of the cultivation level can simultaneously increase the power of the immortal hand .”

"Other passive skills, you can explore by yourself."

Yang Heng was excited when he heard this.

Have I finally become the person I most envied in the novels of my previous life?
Take back your mind and think about the phrase "resist all evils".

This is an inherent characteristic of the Immortal Hand, and no cultivation is required.

After pondering for a moment, he immediately clenched his fists and tried to growl: "The Immortal Hand, suppress the red hair!"

An incredible scene appeared.

Yang Heng's hands flashed, and a blue light flashed across his body.

Visible to the naked eye.

The red hair on his body faded away, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, and terrified and panicked, he drilled into the pores of his body again.

"Really, the red hair is gone."

Yang Heng was excited.

The surprise came too suddenly.

It's like my boyfriend's girlfriend suddenly fell in love with me.

With such a hand, he also has some capital to survive in this crisis-ridden wilderness.

Moreover, this is only a first-level immortal hand, and it can be upgraded later to become stronger.

Just now.

The cyan ball of light suspended in front of him made a crisp sound
"The courier from Planet Alpha has been signed for!"

"Star Wormhole Express wishes you a happy life, goodbye!"

sounded.

The cyan light ball turned into a blue light, rushed into the black hole in Yang Heng's chest, and disappeared instantly.

The chest is actually the channel of the starry sky wormhole express.

Yang Heng touched his chest and found that the black hole had disappeared and the pain was gone.

It couldn't be better.

It's just a hole in the shroud on the chest.

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Yang Heng was silent.

"I signed for a courier that didn't belong to me in a daze."

"The courier came from the distant unknown planet Alpha."

"It's a pair of innate immortal gloves that the woman named "Ari" sent to her sweetheart who was on an expedition to a foreign land."

Yang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flashing.

"The courier sent it wrong this time, so what about next time?"

"Shouldn't you send yourself another courier?!"

Gathering his mind, he looked at the coffin board.

He wants to get out of the grave as soon as possible.

Yang Heng took a deep breath, stretched out the Immortal God's hand, like an old corpse resurrected, and reached for the coffin board.
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Soon.

Yang Heng was already close to the ground.

Part of the power of the Innate Immortal Hand is also no small matter, and its sharp and tough characteristics are like a magic weapon. It is very simple to break the coffin and open the grave.

With his head lifted, Yang Heng broke through the ground and breathed fresh air.

Reborn after catastrophe, survived catastrophe.

Yang Heng lit the funerary tobacco pot brought out of the coffin, smoked to relax, and looked around.

He happened to be on the other side of the grave mound, unseen.

Just as he was about to walk out of the tomb completely, he heard loud voices coming from the other side of the tomb.
"Hello Taishang Patriarch, Happy Tomb-sweeping Day!"

Yang Heng grinned angrily.

This group of unfilial disciples and grandchildren actually wished themselves a happy Ching Ming Festival!

then.

Yang Hengshun replied, "Let's have fun!"

When I looked around, I found that no one paid any attention to me.

In his memory, his big apprentice, the headmaster Li Daqiu was facing away from him, bragging to a group of "biabiabia" disciples of the Sui Sui Sect.

Reluctantly, Yang Heng poked Li Daqiu with his hand.

Triple double light rhythm.

Li Daqiu turned his head and saw Yang Heng, his eyes popped out of shock.

Yang Heng grinned and said hello: "Hi! Good morning! Good boy!"

After taking a puff of the cigarette, Yang Heng passed the cigarette to Li Daqiu.

"Let's smoke, together?!"

Li Daqiu was so frightened that he flew out of his wits and yelled.

"what--!"

"The Supreme Patriarch cheated on the corpse!"

"I beg you, old man, to rest in peace, don't scare me, I'm so scared. Black donkey's hooves, I'll insert—"

Li Daqiu was so frightened that he begged for mercy.

But suddenly raised the black donkey's hoof in his hand, pointed at the mouth of the smoking Taishang Patriarch Yang Heng on the grave, and inserted it hard
"Fuck!"

"You unfilial son, how dare you insert your ancestor's mouth!"

Yang Heng roared angrily.

Patriarch, I will pass you cigarettes, is this how you return the gift to Patriarch? !

He didn't care about any posture anymore, the soil was already loose, and Yang Heng slapped the ground with one hand.

"boom"

With a sound, the tomb exploded and dust flew up.

Yang Heng jumped up and rushed out of the grave.

He just kicked his leg up.

"Wow--!"

The leader, Li Daqiu, was kicked flying, and his front teeth were knocked out.

After he landed on the ground, he got up and looked at Yang Heng from a distance, with a look of horror on his face.

Simultaneously.

Shouted to the disciples of the Xisui Sect beside him: "Quick! The ancestor cheated the corpse!"

"Everyone, use the black donkey's hooves to suppress him and stab him!"

The disciples of the Sui Sui Sect picked up the hooves of the black donkeys on the ground, and some of them were still holding the "Corpse Suppressing Talisman", but they were trembling and their faces were pale.

Yang Heng jumped up and stood on his tombstone.

"A group of unfilial sons want to fuck me?!"

"Come, come, come and plug in, let's see where you plug in?"

Yang Heng drank coldly.

When a group of disciples heard this, their eyes widened, and the black donkey's hooves in their hands fell to the ground.

The leader, Li Daqiu, froze in place.

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Shortly after.

In the Sui Sui Temple of Xi Sui Sect, Yang Heng changed his shroud and put on the old ancestor's green robe, sitting high above the hall.

Li Daqiu, the head of the sect, stood with a bow and served tea to Yang Heng.

"Master, calm down, don't get angry, the disciple didn't intend to bury you alive."

In front of the disciples of Sui Sui Sect, Li Daqiu called Yang Heng Patriarch.

In private, they are called Shizun.

Yang Heng looked at his big disciple.

I saw him in middle age, tall and tall, with a white face like a scholar, a purple robe and a green belt, long hair with a shawl, deep and energetic eyes, a high bridge of nose, and long eyebrows like willows.

What a handsome man.

"Heh heh!"

Yang Heng snorted coldly.

"What's the use of having a good skin, you don't show mercy when you bury me!"

Hearing this, Li Daqiu knew that the master was still angry, and hurriedly had a shock of spiritual power in his eye sockets, and his eyes were immediately red with tears streaming down his face.

"Master Mingjian, you suddenly died the day before yesterday, this disciple is heartbroken, wishing to follow you away"

Yang Heng interrupted: "Then why is there only the saint's pillow in the teacher's coffin, but you are not there?"

Li Daqiu: "."

Heitui~, after the old guy was resurrected, his mouth became sharper, and he even mocked himself.

Hey!
I'm afraid the days to come will be difficult.

"Huh?! By the way, Master, yesterday my apprentice led his disciples to bury you so deeply and seriously, how did you get out?"

The leader, Li Daqiu, changed the subject.

Yang Heng looked at Li Daqiu with dim eyes.

Li Daqiu felt terrified when he was seen, his heart froze, he hurriedly bowed and said: "Master, don't say anything, this disciple understands! You are always resting, and this disciple has to go."

After all, he ran out of the hall as if fleeing, and closed the door of the hall.

in the hall.

Yang Heng got up, paced and meditated in the hall, and recalled the memories fused in his mind.

"The wilderness is vast, and the strong are like forests."

"The relics of the ancient times swallowed the good fortune of the gods, and the prehistoric thieves occupied the sacred mountains. Hundreds of monsters and beasts relied on their ancient bloodlines and powerful physiques to wantonly trample on the human country and enslave the human race."

"The human race huddled in a tiny place in the corner of the wilderness, relied on the ten kingdoms of the wilderness to struggle, and paid tribute to the beastman kingdom for blood and food."

Yang Heng merged his memory.

Gradually, I knew more and more, and my heart became more and more shocked.

"This is really an unimaginable ancient world!"

"There are elixir, great medicine, holy medicine, and Dao soldiers, holy weapons, quasi-emperor weapons, chaotic god weapons, and extreme emperor weapons."

"The realm of cultivation is divided into Body Tempering Realm, Yuyue Realm, Dragon Transformation Realm, Saint Realm, and Great Emperor Realm."

At this time, Yang Heng suddenly paused.

"By the way, what is my predecessor, the Supreme Patriarch of the Xisui Sect, what cultivation level is it?"

Curious, Yang Heng squinted his beard and searched his memory.

Suddenly.

He was shocked, and suddenly tore off a beard, and an incredible light burst out of his eyes.

shock!
"This Taishang Patriarch turned out to be the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the Great Wilderness Northern Border 2000 years ago, and he was cultivated as the quasi-emperor!"

"And the "Marrow Cleansing Technique" he practiced is a magic skill!"

"The True Art of Washing the Marrow is extremely difficult to practice. In the entire Tianmo Sect, only the predecessor has completed it. After consummation, the predecessor ferociously competed for resources and medicines. First, he washed his marrow and cut his veins to become a Tianma body."

"When the predecessor's cultivation level broke through to Zhundi, he forced the old leader to abdicate, and sat on the throne of the leader of the Tianmo Sect, and kidnapped the saints of the ten countries to pinch his feet and beat his back."

Yang Heng's eyes shone, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Excitement, but also excitement.

"Is this the predecessor?"

"No! It's me now!"

"I have finally been reborn as the kind of person I fear most!

Reborn as such a strong man, some will pretend to be in the future!
"wrong."

"Since the predecessor was the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the northern border of the Great Wilderness, why did he hide in the remote Qingyang Mountain Xisui Sect in the Southern Wilderness?"

"In my memory, not to mention the barrenness of the southern desert, it is hundreds of millions of miles away from the northern border. What is the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect doing here?"

Yang Heng's face changed, and he realized that there must be something wrong.

really.

in memory.

The predecessor began to be dyed red hair 500 years ago, his cultivation base was regressed, and his vitality and blood were lost. The Tianmo Sect was attacked by the Holy Land of the Righteous Way.

Here, the predecessor was recuperating from the injury, and wanted to get rid of the red hair. After the injury was healed, he returned to northern Xinjiang and summoned the old department of the Demon Sect to make a comeback.

however.

The red hair was extremely treacherous, the quasi-imperial-level cultivation of his predecessor was gradually devoured by the red hair, and the quasi-imperial-level body also withered and dried up, which made him enter his old age early.

Qi and blood are exhausted like ordinary people.

Finally, the night before yesterday, the red hair reappeared, and the wind blew all night, and the predecessor died of madness, and he died with regret.

"How could it be so—"

Yang Heng frowned, looking ugly.

"I was reborn on the body of a quasi-emperor who was surrounded by red hair in his later years, and red hair represents ominous and evil."

"It's no wonder that when I was in the coffin, I felt depressed and weak. It turned out that the strange red hair had exhausted this body."

"Now, the cultivation base is completely lost, the spirit and blood are exhausted, and the physical body is withered and dried up, no different from ordinary people."

"If it weren't for the innate immortal hand, I might have died in the coffin."

Yang Heng felt chills in his heart when he learned about the condition of his body and cultivation, but he didn't panic much.

"It's just a re-upgrade of the trumpet of the king!"

He is sitting on a chair.

Nianxiu squinted his eyes, carefully searched his memory, looking for a way to quickly recover his cultivation.

Since this ancestor of the Xisui Sect is the leader of the Tianmo Sect, how could he, who is old and cunning, have no backup? !

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(End of this chapter)