A blood-colored towering ginseng fruit tree stands, and the coffin with its roots pierced into the void, emitting divine light, sucking and sucking. Endless red evil shadows circling and roaring around the fruit tree, salivating, and spreading thousands of breaths of death.

Top of the fruit tree.

There was only a ginseng fruit that looked like blood jade, but it burst out with billions of bright divine light, shining in the entire tomb space.

In the divine light, one martial arts gods roaring in the sky can be seen fighting in blood or practicing martial arts and enlightening the Tao, emitting endless pure martial arts mystery.

It seems that this ginseng fruit is the crystallization of martial arts. Its roots start, making people fall into it, and involuntarily immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

Ginseng fruit tree a hundred miles away.

In the unknown red light that filled the space, a skinny man was lying, with his silver hair dry and dull, skinny and boneless, without any sound.

As time passed, the red light from the ginseng fruit trees eroded, and the man's qi and blood gradually declined, and his face gradually grew from young to old.

If nothing unexpected happens, the man will die and turn into a dead bone.

"The Emperor's Evil God... The World... The Nine Suns and Sky Shines..."

At some point, a faint voice came from the man's mouth.

A lot of golden light that was so strong that it was sunny slowly burst out, and half of it shone back, his dry right hand slowly retracted and supported the child.

In the bloody wave, the skinny and wrinkled man stood up staggeringly.

"It's almost... I can walk five miles today... it's only over ninety miles... it's almost... it's almost..."

His eyes were whispering empty, as if he was walking zombies. Under the nine bright lights of the sky, he moved his pace little by little towards the ginseng fruit tree.
Chapter completed!