A month ago.

The canyon was in a mess, and the earth was like a ravaged blanket, torn and twisted everywhere.

The mountains on one side also collapsed, and gravel filled half of the canyon.

The heavy miasma in the valley had been completely blown away by the fighting spirit, and the grass plantings were completely peeled off the ground and scattered around.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Xiahou Sheng, whose body had been frozen, was relying on the black coffin and laughing to the sky, his laughter was free and unrestrained.

"Daoji, I never thought! A dignified Daoji monk died here. If I can be accompanied by Qingfeng Sword, I, Xiahou Sheng, will be worthy of my life!"

But he saw that not far from him, the head of Daoji monk Wen Mingyu had been penetrated by the Heavenly Sword and completely lost his vitality.

Sun Heng's huge body was also shaking, looking down at his chest, his eyes full of helplessness and sadness.

Although the last blow of the Qingfeng Sword was avoided by him, the sword light penetrated his chest.

At his heart, a hole the size of a fist was transparent from front to back, and even the broken heart fragments could be seen inside.

"Peng!"

Sun Heng's feet softened and he collapsed to the ground immediately.

"Zhengmaster Xiahou."

He slowly closed his eyes, his tone was a little helpless and unwilling: "It's not just Wen Mingyu, but also here. I hope you don't dislike him."

He was first penetrated by the Qingfeng Sword, hurting his five internal organs, and then pierced his heart and slashing his vitality.

At this time, there is no help!

Although he is strong and has an amazing control over his body, he is impossible to repair the pierced heart!

"Brother Sun."

At this time, Xiahou Sheng had already put aside his life and death.

He looked slightly and looked at Sun Heng with a look of surprise: "You... are you a monster?"

Sun Heng is now eight meters tall, with red eyes, bulging fangs, and a strong evil spirit all over his body.

No matter how you look, you don’t look like a human!

Sun Heng shook his head: "It's just a terrifying body."

"I originally thought the evil body was just a phantom."

Xiahou Sheng's eyes flashed and he said, "Now it seems that this technique has other ways."

“So what?”

Sun Hengqiang held up his body and spoke in a silence: "Now, Sect Master Xiahou is still in the mood to explore these things?"

"yes!"

Xiahou Sheng looked up and looked at the sky above the canyon.

Under the white clouds, his excited eyes gradually became confused, and there was a deep sadness and unwillingness.

“It’s great to be alive.”

"I have never discovered that this day is so beautiful. It seems that I won't feel bored if I have been here for a day."

He smiled softly and said, "Brother Sun has time in the future, so he will definitely see more of the world for me."

"What does the Lord Xiahou mean?"

Sun Heng's broken heart suddenly raised and couldn't help but look at Xiahou Sheng.

Xiahou Sheng did not answer, but instead stroked the black coffin beside him and spoke slowly: "Brother Sun, can you tell me how long has our Tianzi Sect been passed down?"

"I don't know."

Sun Heng shook his head.

"I don't know either."

Xiahou Sheng grinned: "But as far as I know, since ancient times, there have been records of our Tianzi Sect!"

"Um!"

Sun Heng raised his eyes and couldn't help but be surprised: "The inheritance of the Tianzi Sect has been so long?"

It was just that Dayong has been established for two thousand years.

Before it, there were countless dynasties, and even those who specialize in exploring the past events of the previous dynasty did not know how far civilization could go.

After so many years, it is not an exaggeration to say that the sea has been gone forever and the changes have changed. A mere martial arts sect can last for so long.

It's simply incredible!

Xiahou Sheng smiled complacently and said, "Do you know why, Brother Sun?"

Sun Heng bowed: "I hope to hear the details."

“Because it!”

Xiahou Sheng reached out and slapped the black coffin beside him. His hands were weak and weak, and his face was full of complexity: "This thing is there, and the inheritance of the Tianzi Sect is there."

"This coffin..."

Upon hearing this, Sun Heng's eyes shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but look at the black coffin seriously again.

The coffin was pitch black all over, and was cut down by the Qingfeng Sword. It was already covered in bruises and looked inconspicuous.

But with Sun Heng's eyesight, he instantly found out its changes.

“It’s healing!”

The cracks and gaps on the black coffin were different from those not long ago. The cracks became fainter and the gaps became smaller. Although it happened extremely slowly, it could not escape Sun Heng's eyes.

"That's right."

Xiahou Sheng nodded his head lightly and said, "No matter how much wound this black coffin is, it will slowly heal. Even if it is baked into ashes in the flames, it will reappear in a hundred years!"

"And once someone enters this coffin, he can get the inheritance of our Tianzi Sect!"

"It's a pity that the inheritance in the black coffin will only appear once every decade and cannot be dictated, so the Tianzi Sect will never prosper."

"No oral statements are allowed!"

Sun Heng frowned: "What's the reason?"

"I don't know either."

Xiahou Sheng shook his head, with a strange light in his eyes: "But the inherited martial arts of our Tianzi Sect are no less weak than the so-called Immortal Sect Demon Sect. Unfortunately, disciples of Tianzi Sect in all dynasties have never been able to cultivate their martial arts to the realm of Taoism."

In fact, when the Immortal Sect did not appear in the world two thousand years ago, the people of the Tianzi Sect had no idea what the Taoist realm in their own martial arts meant!

It is also because of this that Xiahou Sheng was so persistent in obtaining the Foundation Establishment Pill.

For him, the function of the Foundation Establishment Pill is much more than just achieving the Taoist foundation.

"but……"

His voice paused slightly, and his eyes shone at Sun Heng again, and his eyes shone brightly: "With Brother Sun's potential, there is great hope. If Brother Sun accepts the inheritance of our sect, perhaps the revitalization of the Tianzi Sect is just around the corner."

"I?"

Sun Heng reached out and pointed his chest, shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid I'm sorry that I'm sorry to be in the hope of Master Xiahou."

"hey-hey……"

Xiahou Sheng grinned, and his smile was strange: "Brother Sun, the inheritance of our sect is closely linked to this immortal black coffin, but the situation where the middle descendant did not leave a last word after his death."

"In this case, who do you think will take the initiative to enter the black coffin and accept the inheritance?"

Sun Heng's eyes froze and he spoke word by word: "Diet!"

Except for the dead, who would lie in the coffin without any trouble?

"good!"

Xiahou Sheng nodded and said in a quiet voice: "The coffin is for the dead, but as long as the dead man still has a trace of vitality, he can recover in this black coffin."

Not all dead people are really dead!

Sometimes, although a person's breathing stagnates and his heart stops beating, there is actually a trace of vitality left.

This is the way the medical masters live dead.

But for most people, once they stop breathing, there is no help.

Xiahou Sheng continued to speak with complicated eyes: "I was seriously injured and was thrown into this coffin by his master. He obtained the inheritance and worshipped him at the Tianzi Sect."

Sun Hengyou had a question: "Why didn't Master Xiahou go in again?"

"Not all injuries can be repaired by black coffins."

Xiahou Sheng smiled indifferently: "Also, to repair the injury, the Taiyin energy used in the black coffin is used, and that thing is useless to me."

"But you are different!"
To be continued...