The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 560 Impermanence Royal Coffin!

Chapter 560 Impermanence Royal Coffin!

After the crow was blown away, everyone did not recover. In the secluded forest ahead, there was an instant death and gloom, and there was the faint sound of golden spears and iron horses, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards them.

Shi Lao's face changed instantly, and this was the first time Ling Hantian saw Shi Lao's face change.

"This, this is an excuse from the legendary Yin soldiers, let's avoid it quickly!"

As soon as Shi Lao's voice fell, the crowd seemed to disperse as they fled, hiding their breath and darting to the side of the Youlin, lurking.

The next moment, everyone saw a scene they will never forget.

The secluded forest vibrated, the yin qi boiled, and the air of death filled the air. Among the gold and iron horses, groups of yin soldiers wearing yin armor and iron helmets and holding mottled embroidered iron spears galloped out of the secluded forest, rolling up endless bones. powder.

These yin soldiers were deadly, with rotten faces, exactly the same as the yin soldiers Ling Hantian had seen in the Tomb of the Underworld Emperor.

At this moment, Ling Hantian's heart was filled with huge waves, why what he saw along the way was so similar to the Tomb of the Underworld Emperor.

Even at this moment, these Yin soldiers rushing out of the secluded forest are so similar to the Yin soldiers in the Tomb of the Underworld Emperor.

Tens of thousands of Yin soldiers, like locusts crossing the border, were so deadly that they trampled down all obstacles. Ling Hantian had no doubt that even a king-level powerhouse would have no bones left under the trampling of the Yin soldiers.

The dead air that shook the sky swept across, covering the sky and covering the sun, stirring up the heaven and the earth.

Ling Hantian and the others hid in the distance, holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to breathe out. At this time, if they were hit by the Yin soldiers, they would be [-]% dead without a place to bury them.

However, when tens of thousands of Yin soldiers swept out from the secluded forest, a strange scene that made one's scalp tingle reappeared.

After tens of thousands of Yin soldiers, two 'ghosts', one black and one white, floated out of the sky.

The dark-faced 'ghost' was dressed in a black robe, short and fat, with a serious face, a black hat on his head, and a black iron chain and shackles in his hand.

Another pale-faced 'ghost' was tall and thin in a white robe, with a smile on his face, a white hat on his head, and a pale white spirit-calling banner in his hand.

"This, this is the black and white impermanence in myths and legends."

Ling Hantian's face turned pale. He actually saw the black and white impermanence of myths and legends, which come from the boundless hell and are designed to seduce people's souls.

It is even said that the true gods and ancient immortals would have a headache when they saw black and white impermanence, and this is the existence that can bring the emperor to his death.

At this moment, Yue Xiaowu and the others were completely sluggish, Shi Lao's lips were trembling, and it was difficult to make a sound.

However, behind Black and White Impermanence, coffins made of different materials floated out. These Black and White Impermanence are clearly in the imperial coffin!

The next moment, everyone was stunned. Behind Black and White Wuchang, countless coffins floated out of the secluded forest, so densely packed that they were almost inexhaustible.

First, there are Yin soldiers making excuses, followed by the impermanent imperial coffin!
Ling Hantian opened his mouth, his throat wriggled, but it was difficult to make a sound.

What kind of world is this?
He has seen the existence of legends in myths several times.

There used to be the ruins of the ancient heavenly court, but now the Yin soldiers of the boundless hell have borrowed the way, and the imperial coffin of impermanence has also appeared.

What else will happen next?
At this moment, Ling Hantian felt that his entire cognition was about to be subverted.

He feels that this world is full of endless mysteries. The people in the world are mediocre, and they never look up, like a frog at the bottom of a well, who will never be able to explore the secrets buried in the long river of time.

Only by chance and coincidence, those mysteries that have been submerged in the long river of time may reveal the tip of the iceberg, attracting countless reveries and speculations.

There has never been such a moment when Ling Hantian is eager to explore the secrets of this world.

In the past, Ling Hantian always thought that pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts was his lifelong goal.

But after meeting the old man of Shenzhicun, he had a slight doubt about the so-called peak of martial arts.

Sometimes Ling Hantian even wonders, what is the pinnacle of martial arts? Is it the strongest strength?
Maybe it's under the sky where the rules of the world have changed, reaching the level of the emperor-level powerhouse?
Is this the pinnacle of martial arts?
But today, Ling Hantian witnessed with his own eyes the Yin soldiers making excuses, impermanent imperial coffin, his cognition was somewhat subverted.

According to the legend, black and white impermanence can send the emperor of heaven to his death. Is the emperor of heaven the pinnacle of martial arts?
If the Emperor of Heaven is the pinnacle of martial arts, then would the existence standing at the pinnacle of martial arts also face death?
Otherwise, how can there be the theory of impermanence and imperial coffin by means of Yin soldiers?

Where do these dark soldiers and black and white impermanence come from?
Is it a boundless hell?

What kind of world is that?
While Ling Hantian was muttering, densely packed coffins floated out of the secluded forest and swept into the distance.

It took a full half an hour before these coffins completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. It is hard to imagine how many coffins there are and how many lives will be buried.

Ling Hantian stared blankly at the direction where the Yin soldiers disappeared, and at this moment, Old Shi murmured, "The sky has changed, the sky is about to change."

Yue Xiaowu and the others were also awakened by Shi Lao's shock, but the dull expression on their faces was hard to dissipate for a long time, everyone's heart was like a huge wave rolling in the sky, and it was difficult to calm down.

Ling Hantian stood up, shifted his gaze to Yue Xiaowu, and asked in a calm voice: "How far are we from the Immortal City? What is the route?"

Ling Hantian's voice temporarily diverted the fear in everyone's hearts, and returned to the city of immortality.

Yue Xiaowu forcibly suppressed the horror in her heart, took out the map from the Sumeru Ring, and studied it carefully.

"We are still a thousand miles away from the Immortal City. My next route is to cross this secluded forest."

As soon as Yue Xiaowu's words fell, the other two warriors of the Zhantian League turned pale. They had just come out of the secluded forest, and now they were asked to enter the secluded forest. They still had the guts.

Even Shi Lao's expression was serious. Obviously, everything was beyond the level that a half-step king-level powerhouse could handle. I'm afraid even a king-level powerhouse would be pale and powerless in the face of such horror.

"Let's go as planned!"

Ling Hantian stood up, holding the Zhenwu Kuangdao, and started walking towards Youlin.

The corner of Shi Lao's mouth twitched, and he also raised his heels up, passed Ling Hantian and walked in the front, supporting the strongest defense.

Without any hesitation, Yue Xiaowu followed Ling Hantian's pace.

Under such circumstances, if you stay where you are, you may die faster. If you follow up, at least one half-step king-level Shi Lao will support you. They will abandon them, but following behind such a strong person is always more secure than staying in place alone.

The other two warriors of the Zhantian League were not fools either, after a moment of thought, they followed as if fleeing.

One person and five people slowly stepped into the secluded forest.

(End of this chapter)