Within the burial abyss, the immortal light surged, and half of the corpses suspected of being the Immortal King were floating in it.
The corpse was huge and boundless. It should have been dead for countless thousands of years, but it was still filled with vigorous vitality and full of vitality.
Even the broken wound still had crystal clear blood dripping from the Supreme Immortal. That kind of aura made even the Immortal Immortal beside him tremble with fear.
However, what surprised Zhou Luo even more was that the head of the dead Immortal King opened his eyes and stared steadily at the top of his head, making him tremble with fear.
In such a strange scene, the mysterious Immortal King has never made any move, and still maintains the appearance of "dying with eyes closed".
Locked by the supreme energy in the dark, Zhou Luo was silent for a long time, and finally realized something.
For the existence of the Immortal King, no matter whether he is alive or dead, a monk who has not yet reached the realm of the Immortal King is naturally not worthy of his solemnity. What he cares about is not him, but the Nine Dragon Coffin above his head!
The origin of the bronze coffin of the Third Generation is mysterious, and it eventually fell into the hands of Emperor Huangtian.
The latter left it in this world, which not only nurtured the small world used to repair the fairyland, but also later used the Nine Dragons to pull the coffin as a medium to attract the immortal kings and true immortals from all over the world to join the war. Its importance
Naturally it goes without saying.
Even though Zhou Luo Hongchen is an immortal and is almost invincible under the realm of the Immortal King, he has nothing to do when facing the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin. He cannot put it into a magic weapon or wheel.
Fortunately, he deciphered some of the mysterious runes engraved on the Nine Dragons Coffin, and then managed to turn it into a bun and hide it on the top of his head.
However, at this moment, Zhou Luo followed the gaze of the immortal king who should have been dead for many years, but he did not feel the slightest presence of the Nine Dragon Coffin.
Yes, the White Turtle Tuo Immortal was hidden in the Nine Dragons Coffin, but since he entered the Burial Abyss, he has never sensed the latter's spiritual fluctuations. It seems that he disappeared together with the Nine Dragons Coffin.
Logically speaking, Zhou Luo should have figured out the key to this a long time ago, but since entering the Burial Abyss, he seems to have been affected by some kind of power in the dark.
Thinking of this, he looked at Old Feathered Serpent and others beside him. The three of them had just been attracted by the mysterious wooden tablet and lost their usual composure.
After thinking for a while, Zhou Luo immediately made up his mind and sat down cross-legged.
As he slowly closed his eyes, a faint fairy light suddenly appeared around him, the Taoist Immortal Sutra roared, and immortal runes burst out from his body one by one, imprinting themselves in the void.
All of this was done under the gaze of the corpse of the Immortal King on the opposite side, who did not make any obstructions and only moved his eyes.
And under Zhou Luo's induction, the Immortal King's corpse's eyes moved away from his head and fell directly on him.
The extremely heavy pressure seemed to be suppressed by countless complete universes, trying to wipe it out.
However, Zhou Luo seemed to be inspired, the five secret realms all bloomed, and the supreme Taoist rhyme circulated, making this place look like a fairyland.
In the extremely brilliant brilliance, a gentle sigh came from Zhou Luo's ears, which seemed like nostalgia and sighing:
"Emperor Huangtian..."
It was clearly a calm and indifferent tone, but when it fell to Zhou Luo's ears, it felt like a stormy sea was coming, and there was a huge roar like a cosmic explosion.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the eyes on the Immortal King's head were showing a complex and incomprehensible expression, no longer as silent as before.
Seeing that the other party took the initiative to mention Huangtian Emperor, and there was no anger, resentment or other emotional fluctuations in his tone. Could it be that the immortal king who died in front of him was some supreme powerful man who followed Huangtian Emperor?
In the flash of lightning, countless names of the most powerful people flashed through Zhou Luo's mind, but after all, he had never seen them with his own eyes, so it was difficult to be sure.
Thinking of this, he was about to ask proactively——
But all I saw was that the fairy light was mottled, and then it was shattered like a crystal world of glass.
And the huge and boundless corpse of the Immortal King in the center of this world also disappeared in an instant like the moon in the flower water in the mirror.
"boom!"
When you wake up from a big dream, your soul returns to your body.
Zhou Luo's mind returned to clarity in an instant, and what came in his mind was the crying cry of the White Turtle Tuo Immortal:
"Oh~~~Tianzun, Tianzun, wake up quickly——"
"...Is it possible that, old turtle, I really have such a miserable life and am destined to wander around?"
"This place is full of dangers. It's really not as safe as the human world! Wow~~~"
"Tianzun——"
"Stop howling! I'm fine." Just when he regained consciousness, Zhou Luo's mind was filled with this noisy sound, which was really unpleasant.
Ignoring the old turtle's shouts of joy, Zhou Luo directly removed the nine-dragon coffin above his head. The latter was exuding some mysterious Taoist charm, and came out in a hazy mist.
It was thanks to this object that Zhou Luo was able to successfully realize that he had fallen into some kind of illusion just now, and finally broke out, but——
Zhou Luo thought that in the end, the mysterious strong man did not stop him, and only calm and indifferent fluctuations of spiritual thoughts came from him. Maybe the other party really had no ill intentions.
After suppressing the complicated thoughts in his mind, Zhou Luo immediately raised his eyes.
I saw that the mysterious mist separated the burial abyss from the sea waterfall, and the wooden tablet inscribed with the Immortal King's Taoist text was rising and falling in the fairy light. And the three immortal immortals who were born in the divine realm were standing on this shore, their eyes closed, everything
They are all the same as before, how can there be any corpse of the Immortal King?
But Zhou Luo's heart was clear, and he knew that what he just saw was not completely false. Deep in the burial abyss, there might really be such a supreme immortal corpse.
"Buzz——"
Just as he was thinking in his mind, a strange wave spread in the burial abyss, everything returned to ruins, familiar scenes reappeared, and countless giant monuments swept back along with the fairy light that filled the sky.
Standing on the edge of the sea waterfall, Wu Ying and the old feathered snake were awakened. They were stunned for a moment and finally regained their clarity. However, they seemed to have no memory of what they had just experienced.
What surprised Zhou Luo was that the Fallen Immortal Lord beside him seemed to have some mysterious and supreme Taoist charm flowing through him, and it passed away in a flash.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! There was a thoughtful look in his blood-red eyes, and he couldn't help but look in the direction of Zhou Luo.
Seeing that Zhou Luo seemed to be looking at her, the Fallen Immortal Lord smiled lightly.
Obviously, he was aware of what he had just experienced.
Zhou Luo even suspected that she remembered the appearance and disappearance of the Immortal King's remains as clearly as he did.
It seems that there may be many secrets about the Fallen Immortal Lord.
He has not forgotten that the Fallen Heavenly Immortal Lord had previously told about his experience of traveling across the heavens in a nine-dragon coffin. Neither Wuying nor the old feathered serpent knew anything about his journey. Maybe even now, he still has some knowledge.
reserve.
In the end, Zhou Luo only nodded and said nothing more.
After a while, the place finally returned to its original calm. The burial abyss was silent, filled with bottomless mist and darkness, and no fairy light emerged.
"The abyss indeed contains the Great Dao Immortal Sutra left by the Immortal Immortal King!"
Immortal Wuying's tone was exciting, and he was obviously still immersed in the joy of discovering the mysterious wooden tablet.
The Fallen Immortal Lord beside him glanced at the mist that surrounded the place, and said with a slight regret:
"It's a pity that the seal is still there. Otherwise, if we go deep into this place, we might really be able to see the most powerful existence of the Immortal Immortal King level. Fellow Taoist Immortal King, what do you think?"
The Fallen Immortal Lord's tone was gentle, completely different from the cold and cruel tone before, and he looked at Zhou Luo with a half-smile.
Ignoring the slightly weird look in the latter's eyes, Zhou Luo just said lightly:
"This place is treacherous and full of dangers. Even if you want to go deep, you need to take precautions."
Among the four, Zhou Luo had the highest level of cultivation, and his suggestions were extremely pertinent. Both Wu Ying and Old Feathered Serpent nodded solemnly.
"What Taoist Fellow Immortal Emperor said is absolutely true. It is difficult to break through the seal here. We will still wait for it to open naturally. By then, fellow Taoists, if we work together, we can be a little more sure."
Immortal Wuying's suggestion was naturally unanimously approved by the three of them.
Of course, the four of them did not completely give up. They stayed here for decades and used all kinds of secret methods to deduce and explore. After confirming that it should not be opened in advance, they finally left.
Relying on the connection between the old feathered serpent and the Feathered God Realm, Zhou Luo opened the vast fairy gate with ease and immediately returned to the Feathered God Realm.