#531 - The Coffin of Evil
The Demon Saint Mountain shone with brilliant runes, the entire mountain glowing.
Jun Wuxie dragged the young king of the Sea Serpent Tribe through the wide canyon and into the mountain.
In the hazy mist, an ancient altar was built beneath a cliff face.
Strange runes lit up on the altar, making the atmosphere here somewhat eerie.
In the space between heaven and earth, there was an ancient and strange melody, as if someone was singing in an incomprehensible language, or chanting a spell, but the sound was very pleasant, yet it gave people a strange feeling.
“Is this the language of the demon race? Did a demon woman sing here in the past, and the sound was replicated by the field here?”
Jun Wuxie felt inexplicably horrified.
The mist here was hazy, and the altar in front was not clear, only the runes flashing with light could be faintly seen.
“What is this place?”
The young king of the Sea Serpent Tribe cried out in alarm, feeling the cold and eerie aura here, his face filled with fear.
“Let me go, let me out, let me out!”
His voice became more and more terrified, as if he was being dragged to hell, his pupils rapidly dilating.
Jun Wuxie looked down at him, and then without any hesitation, threw him forward.
The young king fell into the mist and immediately let out a terrified and shrill scream.
“Don't come over, ah!!! Don't come over!”
He struggled in the mist, his pupils almost dilated to the extreme, as if he had been greatly frightened.
He frantically twisted his body, as if possessed by something.
Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank slightly.
He saw black hairs piercing through the skin on the surface of the Sea Serpent Tribe's young king's body, growing wildly.
Whether it was on his face or body, it was covered with black hair in an instant.
He screamed, struggling frantically, the features on his face becoming extremely hideous and distorted, bloodshot eyes streaming with blood, looking extremely terrifying!
“Qingcheng!”
Jun Wuxie shouted towards the mist ahead, but received no response.
In the space between heaven and earth, there was only the terrified scream of the Sea Serpent Tribe's young king and the eerie song that sounded like a spell.
“Qingcheng!”
He shouted again, his heart sinking continuously.
He secretly blamed himself for letting her enter the mountain alone!
The aura here was cold and eerie, but it was definitely not the aura of the Darkest Era!
This was clearly the burial ground of the Demon Saint, how could it be like this?
He cautiously moved forward, walking in the hazy mist, feeling as if something was floating around, but he didn't see anything even when he activated the Primordial True Eyes.
Moreover, his semi-saint level primordial spirit couldn't even determine whether it was his own illusion or a real perception.
When he came to the Sea Serpent Tribe's young king, this guy was already bleeding from all seven orifices, covered in black hair, except for his eyes, all of his skin was covered by black hair, looking like a hideous monster.
He frantically scratched his face, neck, and chest, broken skin oozing black-red blood, the aura emitted making people feel like they had come to the edge of an abyss, about to fall, about to lose all light…
Seeing such a scene, Jun Wuxie immediately gathered his soul power, his entire primordial spirit shining brightly, guarding his sea of consciousness, golden blood energy surging in his body, covering every inch of his skin.
He continued to move forward.
The strange song became clearer and clearer, constantly echoing in his ears.
The mist in front gradually dispersed, all the way to the glowing altar.
When the mist on the altar cleared, his pupils shrank violently.
He saw Yan Qingcheng!
She was in the center of the altar, wearing ancient clothes, with bell-like ornaments hanging around her neck, her purple hair flying, and a strange light flashing in her purple pupils.
What made him feel the strangest was that Yan Qingcheng was actually dancing, her dance was very strange, each movement showing the ultimate flexibility of her body.
Her dance movements were very slow, although strange, they were incomparably graceful.
On both sides of her body, there were two slender skeletons, also dancing along with her, the movements were exactly the same.
Behind her, directly above the altar, there was a bronze coffin, only about three meters long, not very large.
However, the shape of the coffin was very peculiar, covered with patterns of women dancing, as well as pictures of women taking out their hearts and holding them to their mouths, as if they were about to eat them raw.
The coffin lid was not an ordinary lid, its shape was like a house, cast from bronze into rows of tile shapes.
He saw that every time Yan Qingcheng danced a section, she would turn around and bow to the coffin.
A picture on the coffin would light up with a ghostly green light, and the woman dancing in the picture seemed to come alive, dancing gracefully on the engraving.
“Yan Qingcheng!”
Jun Wuxie felt a sense of horror in his heart, this was really too strange, but he couldn't figure out what was going on right now.
If Yan Qingcheng had obtained some kind of inheritance and was performing a special ritual, then interrupting her might lead to serious consequences.
Yan Qingcheng didn't respond to him, as if she didn't see him coming at all.
Her eyes were very strange and pious, as if the dance at this moment was the most solemn and sacred action in the world.
The aura here seemed to be even colder.
Jun Wuxie had a feeling that it was like there were pairs of strange eyes staring at him invisibly, making him feel uneasy all over, goosebumps rising, and his hair standing on end.
“Should I wait or interrupt her?”
Jun Wuxie was a little unsure, he activated the Primordial True Eyes, staring intently at the altar.
No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Yan Qingcheng's state was too strange.
She seemed to have lost consciousness? Otherwise, how could she not have the slightest reaction to his arrival?
That's right! Her self-awareness was completely lost!
Thinking of this, Jun Wuxie let out a deep shout: “Qingcheng, wake up!”
Golden blood energy rushed out of his throat, turning into a golden true dragon, rushing towards the altar with a clang.
At that moment, the slender skeletons dancing along with Yan Qingcheng on both sides actually rushed directly off the altar, dancing a strange dance towards Jun Wuxie.
Suddenly, the sky was full of phantoms, he only felt a terrible will frantically impacting his sea of consciousness, impacting his soul.
Swish!
A faint light flashed, like a blade, incomparably sharp, cutting through the void, directly slashing at his head.
Jun Wuxie waved his fist to meet it, blood energy surging out of his body, with a clang, as if hitting a solid weapon.
The faint light collapsed, and his fist actually splashed out some golden blood, cut open.
His heart sank, this kind of attack power was really a bit terrifying!
At this time, the dancing movements of the two slender female skeletons gradually accelerated.
In the process of dancing, their bodies kept flashing, and they were actually untraceable, shadows of love dancing in all directions, difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Streams of faint light, cutting, slashing, and killing, the angles were extremely tricky, like an antelope hanging its horns, untraceable, extremely dangerous and strange.
“No matter what you are, dare to touch my woman, you will pay the price today!”
Jun Wuxie's body shook, a golden blood energy cage covering his body, the Primordial Sword Embryo in his hand, sword energy traversing, clanging incessantly, extinguishing all the faint light that attacked in the air.
In close combat, he has amazing reaction speed and combat skills.
No matter how tricky the attacks of the two skeletons were, they were all swept away by his sword energy.
Suddenly, one of the skeletons bent its entire body during the dance, and then rushed forward.
With a bang.
The skeleton lit up with strange runes all over its body, actually breaking through his sword energy, Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank slightly, he sheathed his sword and held it in front of him, at the same time blasting a fist towards the second rushing skeleton.
Boom!
The offensive of that skeleton was obliterated by the fist intent phenomenon of the Seven Killing Fists, and then repelled by the fist print. Although the skeleton that rushed in front of him was blocked by the Primordial Sword Embryo, the huge impact still made his feet slide more than ten meters along the ground, drawing two deep gullies on the ground.
“Master, what happened?”
The Fire Dragon heard the movement outside, rushed into the mountain, pulled its big voice, and howled.
When it saw the scene here and the picture on the altar, the two dragon eyes shrank violently, screamed, and turned around and ran.
“Witch dance, that's a witch dance! A great witch is buried in that coffin!”
Its voice was full of fear, the huge dragon body was extremely flexible, and it disappeared in an instant like a fiery rainbow.
Jun Wuxie: …
He really wanted to kick it to death, how did that guy become so timid?
He remembered that it wasn't like this before, it changed after seeing the Vermilion Bird, could it be that it was frightened by the Vermilion Bird?
At this time, the two skeletons launched another attack.
“Great Witch?”
He didn't have time to think too much, and stepped forward to meet them.
The moment his footsteps stepped out, a long river of time flowed, and the aura of the mortal world rolled.
Ten thousand feet of the mortal world, three thousand floating worlds, all kinds of phenomena appeared, impacting forward with his pace.
At the same time, the Primordial Sword Embryo in his hand was filled with shocking killing.
The sword embryo rolled up a sword flower, presenting the terrifying picture of killing immortals and Buddhas.
The immortal killing sword energy traversed, peerlessly sharp, and with one sword, it extinguished the skeleton that was resisting the long river of time.
Almost at the same time, he made another sword, and the second skeleton shattered under the sword light.
Clang!
On the altar, the bronze coffin trembled slightly, and black-red blood flowed out of it, pouring out like a waterfall, flowing down the altar, and when it came into contact with those broken skeletons, the skeletons actually reorganized at an alarming speed.
“Sun essence fire, burning everything!”
Jun Wuxie stepped forward, his palms spread out, a sun true lotus emerged, two rounds of great sun sinking and floating, essence fire poured down, submerging the skeletons that were being reorganized.
However, those skeletons didn't seem to be greatly affected, they were still reorganizing, and it looked like they were about to complete the reorganization.
“The Fire of Military Dao, Merge!”
Jun Wuxie immediately condensed the Ice Flame and forcibly integrated it into the Solar Trueflame.
Instantly, the skeletons emitted sharp, miserable screams, struggling frantically in the sea of fire, their mostly reassembled bodies scattering once more, falling to the ground.
The crystalline, jade-like bones gradually lost their luster, turning into decayed, grayish-black.
“Your life is my life, your heart is my heart, your eyes are my eyes…”
A strange and sinister voice came from inside the coffin, and in that instant, Jun Wuxie's body shook violently.
He felt an incomparably evil aura growing in his heart, causing him to feel involuntary fear, and cold sweat poured down like rain.
Black and red blood surged to Jun Wuxie's feet, as if hands were grabbing his ankles, surging up his body.
Solar Trueflame and the Fire of Military Dao immediately ignited on his body, and the blood immediately retreated.
Rumble!
Jun Wuxie flicked his sleeve, and the flames surged forward, chasing the blood, burning all the way to the front of the coffin.
With a leap, he landed on the altar and immediately embraced Yan Qingcheng, who was still dancing.
Almost at the same time, he felt a stabbing pain in his brain, and an evil will frantically invaded his sea of consciousness.
His heart suddenly ached, as if an invisible palm had squeezed it hard, almost crushing it.
He quickly retreated from the altar, staring in horror at the bronze coffin, his body trembling slightly.
An uncontrollable sense of fear arose in his heart, the aura was too evil, making him unable to control his mind.
At this moment, he felt his life was draining away, his heart was being clenched as if someone was trying to pull it out of his chest, and his eyeballs began to bulge, about to leave their sockets.
The evil female voice echoed in his ears again: “Your life is my life, your heart is my heart, your eyes are my eyes…”
This feeling was too terrifying, as if his life, heart, and eyes were being forcibly stripped away, about to leave him.
He didn't dare to hesitate, and with Yan Qingcheng in his arms, he retreated rapidly, until he reached the mouth of the canyon, that feeling slowly disappeared.
“What exactly is that thing?”
He was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, his face covered in sweat.
His heart and eyes were still somewhat uncomfortable at this moment.
“My heart is Yao'er's Divine Heart, yet it couldn't withstand it!”
He realized how terrifying the thing in the coffin was.
How could there be such a thing in the Demon Clan's territory?
Moreover, this is the burial ground of a Demon Saint, how could there be a Witch Clan coffin?
He looked at the coffin on the altar with suspicion and uncertainty, took a deep breath, looked at Yan Qingcheng in his arms, and said, "Are you okay?"
Yan Qingcheng seemed to have regained consciousness, she tiptoed and rubbed her beautiful face against Jun Wuxie's face, saying in a charming voice: "I'm fine ~"
“It’s good that you're okay.”
Jun Wuxie looked down at her eyes and face, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.
“Rest for a while, wait for me.”
As he spoke, he pointed at Yan Qingcheng, sealing her true energy, and said softly: "You must be tired, sit down and rest for a while."
“Don’t leave me behind…”
She looked resentful, with fear on her face.
“Don’t think wildly, I’m just letting you rest for a while, I’ll be back soon.”
Jun Wuxie kissed her on the head, then took a deep breath, directly activated the Aegis Shield, rushed towards the misty area like a stream of light, and landed on the altar in an instant.
Instantly, that feeling descended again.
It seemed that the Aegis Shield had no effect.
He still felt his life was being stripped away, his heart and eyeballs were in excruciating pain, about to leave his body, and that extremely evil female voice echoed in his ears once more.
“You want my life, my heart, my eyes? Don’t worry, I’ll make you satisfied to the point of screaming no!”
Jun Wuxie sneered, forcibly enduring the pain, and instantly opened the Eternal Divine Hall.
Instantly, the entire coffin trembled violently, countless strange runes lit up on it, the ground cracked, and the coffin sank rapidly.
However, at this moment, an irresistible force instantly wrapped the bronze coffin and disappeared into thin air.
Jun Wuxie immediately closed the Eternal Divine Hall.
He looked at the coffin in the Divine Hall, sneering inwardly.
No matter how evil you are, what means do you have, you have to obediently coil up and lie down here!
