Into the abyss, there is a ghost crying, such as crying and complaining, lingering but not dispersed.

Into the abyss, there is a bluestone sarcophagus hanging on the cliff wall on both sides of the cliff, the sarcophagus faintly fluctuates slightly, and the ghost cry turns into a ghost roar that appears from time to time.

It was as if several beasts were fighting at the bottom of the abyss.

The further down, the heavier the cold becomes, the deeper the bitter cold, and ordinary immortals are afraid that they will not be able to hold on, and they will not be able to go down again.

"Yang Jian, look, why is the sarcophagus next to it open?"

Lu Chunyang suddenly spoke, and Yang Jian noticed these abnormalities.

Above 1,500 zhang, the bluestone sarcophagus is closed, and there are very few open sarcophagi. The aura in it was not very strong, and Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang converged their aura all the way and sank, without alarming the corpse cultivator in the coffin.

But when they sank to the bottom of the netherworld stream for two thousand feet, the sarcophagi on both sides gradually increased, and they were neatly hung on the edge of the cliff.

And these sarcophagi are all open.

If it is said that the corpses in the sarcophagus collectively pop out, then it is enough, but if you feel carefully, the vast majority of the corpses in these sarcophagi are asleep, or in a state of retreat, and they are not alarmed.

Looking at the sarcophagi again, the lids are half open, and it seems that someone has pulled the sarcophagus open outside and glanced inside......

"Let's take a look down," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, and the two continued to dive, this time using mana and Xuan Qi, and the speed of sinking suddenly accelerated.

Further down, the number of bluestone sarcophagi plummeted, but the aura in the sarcophagus became more and more powerful.

Similarly, these sarcophagi have also been torn open, but the corpses inside have not been destroyed.

The corpse cultivation is against the sky, it is too difficult, and it is only to absorb the dead qi and ghost qi in this dark stream of the North Sea, and it has not harmed the world.

"There seems to be someone fighting the law below!" Lu Chunyang was also a little anxious, "Hurry up, don't have any treasures born!"

Yang Jian was dumbfounded for a while.

Lu Chunyang is a Da Luo Jin Immortal, and his Yuan Shen cultivation is more than a star and a half stronger than Yang Jian. Yang Jian's divine sense was blocked in the dark stream, but Lu Chunyang could see distant places with his strong divine sense.

There is no distinction between the way of the Yuan Shinto and the cultivation of the physical body, both have their own merits.

After sinking another three hundred feet, the two of them reached the bottom of the Netherworld Stream.

Under his feet was a layer of jade that exuded a dark green light, which was a ghostly jade, which was regarded as a treasure material for refining, but it did not enter the eyes of Yang Jian and Lu Chunyang.

Because the dead air is so heavy, the sea water has turned into a thick slurry here.

The water behind them gradually cleared, and in front of them was the blood billing, and the sound of fighting was faintly heard in the blood.

There, it must be the real mystery of the Netherworld, and it is also the dojo of those corpse cultivators.

Yang Jian came to find Liuya, and he didn't want to get involved in other things, so he said: "Brother, do you want to stay in my belt for a while, I'll use the method of change and go to the front to check." ”

Lu Chunyang frowned and looked at Yang Jian, and said, "Are you worried that I will hold you back?"

"Of course not," Yang Jian said seriously, "If I fall into a bitter battle and you suddenly come out of my arms, how can the opponent parry?"

When Lu Chunyang heard this, he immediately nodded in approval, let down his guard, and was included in the gem of the surviving thing brought by Yang Jian.

The Howling Dog was also inside, but fortunately, the Howling Dog ate the black bead from the pig demon and was sleeping soundly, unwilling to wake up.

Lu Chunyang's voice came from the belt: "My divine sense will guide you, you can perform changes." ”

"Hmm," Yang Jian responded, the seventy-two changes were already perfect, and now turned into a black swimming fish, wrapped in a layer of Xuangang, and rushed directly into the place where the blood was filled.

As soon as I entered not far away, I saw a coffin that was completely different from the previous bluestone sarcophagus, the coffin was blood-colored, and there was still a strong aura in it, probably the level of Da Luo Jinxian.

Yang Jian leaned up to check, the corpse cultivator in this coffin was gone, maybe someone opened the coffin all the way here, disturbed the strong man, and fought in front of him......

Continuing to swim, Yang Jian saw three or four more empty coffins along the way.

The more he swam into the depths of the Netherworld, the more such coffins there were, and by the time Yang Jian approached the whirlpool in the deepest part of the Netherworld, he had found seventeen empty coffins.

Seventeen coffins, are the seventeen corpse cultivators of the Great Luo Realm?

"Be careful, brother, there are a lot of masters here, and they are all fighting in that whirlpool, as if they are fighting for something. ”

The same thing?

Yang Jian's eyes lit up, could it be that he was competing for the jade coffin carrying the six ya?

He didn't dare to stay for a long time, and with a flick of the fishtail, Yang Jian broke through the thick blood water, and rushed towards the tornado-like whirlpool like a sharp arrow.

Now that he is a quasi-saint, he is a combat force that cannot be left, as long as there is no existence of the quasi-sect master level in the corpse cultivation, Yang Jian is really not afraid.

The whirlpool in the deepest part of the Netherworld Stream was not formed by the fighting methods of that group of masters, but existed in the first place.

When Yang Jian approached, he noticed that this whirlpool was thousands of feet in diameter, and streams of blood gushed out in it, blending into the seawater, which was spectacular.

When you look up, you can't see where it formed, and when you look down, you can't see where the vortex leads.

Lu Chunyang said in his belt: "This should be the end of the Santu River." ”

"Hmm," Yang Jian felt carefully, although this place was full of ghost aura and dirty blood, but carefully felt that although this dirty blood did not look good, it contained a pure extreme yin power.

What is the difference between good and bad?

Continuing to flick his tail, Yang Jian plunged into the whirlpool with a fierce son, and suddenly there was nothing in front of him, as if he had passed through a Qiankun portal and broken into a small world......

I never thought that in the place where the blood gathered, there would be such a paradise-like scenery.

In front of you, the whirlpool is like a transparent wall, reflecting pink light, looking up is a little starlight, and looking down is a cloud steaming cloud.

A small island with a diameter of hundreds of zhang, suspended above the sea of clouds, the island is full of strange flowers and fruits, full of treasures of the netherworld, and there is a 'spring' in the center of the island, and the aura that is almost condensed into water continues to gush out, arching a jade coffin.

That jade coffin!

Isn't it the one I saw on the other side half a month ago? There must be a sleeping girl lying in it!

"That's the one!" Yang Jian said to Lu Chunyang, "The old man I'm looking for is in that jade coffin!"

"Oh?" Lu Chunyang felt a drum in his heart.

Because no matter how you look at it, this jade coffin is extraordinary, and it is in the deepest treasure land of the Netherworld, it stands to reason that this should be the most powerful corpse cultivation in the Netherworld.

Looking at the figures fighting around the island, most of the mana is in the middle of their own, so the jade coffin they are desperately guarding should be at least a quasi-sect master-level corpse cultivator......

Thinking of this, Lu Chunyang asked a little uneasily: "Are you sure, it's really a visiting friend?"

Yang Jian smiled, in a good mood, and turned into a swimming fish and went straight to the jade coffin.

Those who are fighting by the island, let them go!

Eh, something seems wrong......

Yang Jian swam and suddenly stopped, staring carefully at the fighting figures over there.

Seventeen corpse cultivators of the Great Luo Realm were besieging one person, not fighting for this jade coffin.

Most of the corpse cultivators were humanoid, but they were not the blue-faced fangs that Yang Jian originally imagined, but they were all handsome men and beautiful women, flesh and blood, and even a few of them exuded a little fairy energy.

And the person besieged by the corpse cultivators, dressed in white, with a handsome demeanor, only relied on a folding fan, relying on strong mana, constantly defusing the offensive of these corpse cultivators, and slowly moved towards the jade coffin......

This man in white, why, looks a little familiar?

"What's wrong?" Lu Chunyang asked in confusion.

Yang Jian said in a low voice: "Can you see the heel of the man in white?"

"I can't see it...... It doesn't seem to be a human race, and although the aura on his body is ethereal and illusory, there is a demonic aura that cannot be concealed...... Is he a demon power? Why haven't I heard of it? ”

Yang Jian said: "I'll go to the jade coffin first." ”

"Well, be careful, this white-clothed person is not easy to deal with, and you and I can't please it together. ”

Yang Jianyou was more cautious, slowly approaching the jade coffin, his body became smaller and smaller, and finally became like a tadpole, and he really couldn't see him if his eyesight was not good.

But when Yang Jian was still fifty zhang away from the jade coffin, he somehow touched the layout of this place, and a sharp whistling sound came from below.

When I looked down, I saw that it was a human-faced ghost flower, which was pointing at Yang Jian with a branch at this time, screaming at the chaotic battle over there.

"Damn!" Lu Chunyang scolded, "Rush over!"

Before Lu Chunyang's words fell, Yang Jian had already performed the technique of change again, turned into the fastest Yunyan piercing the clouds, and rushed to the jade coffin in the blink of an eye!

Turning into a human form, Yang Jian wanted to pick up the jade coffin directly, but he felt that the jade coffin was extremely heavy, and with his strength, he couldn't hold it?

"You dare!"

After a loud shout came from himself, Yang Jianli ignored it, his arms bulged, his teeth clenched, his hands grabbed the jade coffin, and he exerted his strength violently.

"Up!"

Boom Boom –

The jade coffin was really pulled up by Yang Jian little by little!

Even with it, the whole vortex seemed to collapse, and everywhere it shook violently.

Suddenly, a shout came: "Stinky boy, don't move the coffin! That's the treasure blocking the Santu River! Just open the coffin lid!"

This voice Yang Jian was extremely familiar, and he subconsciously relaxed, and turned his head to look at the source of the words...... It's the handsome man in white!?

Wait a minute, why does this voice look so much like a respected old-timer?

"Bai Ze?"

"It's me!" The corpse cultivators around the white-clothed man all rushed to Yang Jian's side, Bai Ze saw that Yang Jian was still stunned, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't run yet!

Yang Jian smiled leisurely, patted his belt, and calmly spilled out peerless sword light!

And Yang Jian's hands were quick, and when those corpse cultivators were blocked by the sword light, he slapped the lid of the jade coffin, and the coffin lid was easily pushed open by him......

A fresh fragrance suddenly came to the face.