Reference 2710 Silver Coffin, Past Memory

"Oh? Why did Purple Heart say that?"

Lord Shen turned around and smiled slightly.

Zi Xin said: "Just now, Honglin said that only blood and talent can climb this altar, regardless of strength. Yang Qingxuan is the only king of glory since ancient times. Even if the talent of the deep master is a king, he should be the same as Jun Qian. It’s right to be blown away. I saw that Shenzhu’s steps were steady, and he was not greatly affected by the impact of this divine power, and the power that enveloped his whole body was the Taiyu Wordless Stele.”

Shenzhu said: "The king of gods is good at observation."

He neither denies nor admits it.

Zi Xin seemed to have thought of something, her face changed drastically, and she said in surprise: "Could it be that the strong man who appeared in the wordless stele before was..."

Shen Zhu said: "It's possible, but I'm not sure."

Zi Xin's face was full of shock, she was extremely absent-minded, her eyes were dull.

Not long after, Ziri, Zixia, and Heiyuan were also blasted out one after another.

Only the Master of the Deep, Purple Heart, Honglin, Black Cat, Luming and Yang Qingxuan remained on the altar.

Yang Qingxuan stood at the bottom, still hunched over there, motionless, as if dead and hung there.

Just when everyone was guessing whether he was really dead, Yang Qingxuan finally moved.

In this short period of time, he stabilized the middle-level realm of the four-star thousand worlds, and suddenly felt that his strength had skyrocketed.

Opening his eyes, he found that Zi Xin and others had already reached the top, and they were only a few steps away from reaching the top. Feeling inexplicably anxious, he quickened his pace.

The powerful impact still hit him like a waterfall, shaking his mind and washing everything on his body, but it was not as uncomfortable as before, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and even took a few steps, everyone who watched was dumbfounded.

Even the black cat couldn't help squinting at it, and let out a "meow".

Suddenly, the top of the altar burst into a silver light, like a canopy, forming a vortex, covering the top of the altar.

A silver coffin was slowly exposed inside, and the powerful impact came from inside the coffin, shaking everyone's mind severely.

Hong Lin cried out: "This, this is..."

Her demeanor suddenly became a little crazy, bean big cold sweat dripped from her pale face, and she stood on the steps and began to tremble, as if she was extremely frightened.

"Meow~~"

The black cat snuggled up to him obediently.

Honglin stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the black cat's head, and pressed it down desperately. The black cat screamed sharply, and its head was pressed to the ground and deformed, but it just struggled and did not resist.

"Honglin..."

Yang Qingxuan murmured, separated by more than a dozen steps, but could clearly feel Honglin's terrifying trembling and fear.

Zi Xin turned around and was even more stunned. Hong Lin's face was full of tears, and her lips trembled: "Why...why..."

His eyes were flushed, so pitiful.

"what!--"

Lu Ming suddenly screamed, and was illuminated by the silver light on the coffin, his body flew up little by little, his face was full of anger, and he shouted: "I am also a protoss! The eight-star thousand-world powerhouse of the protoss, why, why should I Can't get to the top either!"

"Boom!"

After roaring in grief and indignation, as if being hit hard by silver light, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew out and fell to the ground far away.

The black cat caught in Honglin's hand also screamed shrilly, was enveloped by the silver light, and flew out as well.

Both Zixin and Yang Qingxuan changed their faces. At the moment, there were only the two of them left on the altar, Shenzhu and Honglin.

Hong Lin fell into extreme fear, hugged herself with both hands, curled up there and trembled.

The colorful light flowing on the master of the deep is the power of the Taiyu wordless stele, which has a strong resistance to the silver light in the coffin.

Yang Qingxuan took a deep breath, walked up step by step against the silver light, and soon came to Hong Lin's side, stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder.

Hong Lin screamed in fright, trembled all over, raised her head, saw that it was Yang Qingxuan, and cried loudly, "Why, why did you kill me, father, why did you kill me! "

Yang Qingxuan's hands trembled, and he immediately felt the fear in Hong Lin's heart. Some images flashed inexplicably in his mind, and he couldn't help being horrified.

There is a bloody world in the picture,

A mighty man appeared, staring at him with murderous eyes, and walked forward step by step.

Yang Qingxuan held his breath, this was exactly the picture in Honglin's mind, for some reason he could clearly sense that this man was the first great god Wang Hongyu, and he was actually coming to kill his own daughter.

Although Yang Qingxuan had heard about it a long time ago, it was only after experiencing it personally that he understood why Honglin was so afraid, and why he was so afraid of the "memory of the past".

"Thousands of years have passed. Now, no one can kill you."

Yang Qingxuan grasped Honglin's shoulder with five fingers, and there was a golden light flowing from his finger body. He actually used the power of his immortal body to free Honglin from the fear little by little.

"Yang Qingxuan..."

Honglin burst into tears, at this moment, she does not know who she is, but there were two Honglins, but there is only one Honglin, just different memories.

"Let's go, let's go up and see what's inside this silver coffin, maybe it contains everything you want to know."

Yang Qingxuan looked at Honglin with sincere and clear eyes.

Hong Lin stopped her grief, took a deep breath, and said, "Swallow the bloodstone I gave you, this way you can counter some of the power of God, otherwise even if you are extremely talented, it may be difficult for you to reach the top."

Yang Qingxuan said: "Okay."

Immediately, he bluntly took out the blood essence that Honglin had given him, looked at it, then raised his head and ate it.

As soon as the blood entered the stomach, a frantic energy spread, filling the limbs and bones, and the whole body seemed to be on fire.

Zi Xin's eyes widened, and she sighed again and again: "It's a waste! Such pure blood, you can't have the blood of the gods after eating it, just give it to me."

Yang Qingxuan rejoiced in his heart. The essence and blood burned his whole body, which made his cultivation steadily increase for a while after breaking through the middle level of the four-star thousand world.

Honglin gradually came out of the sadness and fear, and his eyes returned to the icy color, but it was no longer the kind of coldness that keeps people thousands of miles away.

"Let's go!"

The two walked hand in hand, walking forward at the same pace.

Zixin and Shenzhu soon reached the last step and stepped on the altar at the same time.

Both of them were shocked, as if they had been greatly squeezed.

"No! Impossible, my blood of the gods is unparalleled in the world, it is impossible to reject me!"

Zi Xin's complexion changed drastically, her body was enveloped by the silver light, and her feet left the ground little by little.

She said angrily: "Damn! If even I can't get the secret source, then why do you need to exist?"

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