Chapter 731 Accident...

The Shenmu system is a galaxy twice the size of the solar system, and there are 23 large planets in it, surrounding the stars of the Shenmu system, seemingly rotating forever.

Like the solar system, there is also a civilization in the Shenmu system, and the level of this civilization is higher than that of the Federation. Perhaps because the environment is similar to a certain extent, the life of this Shenmu civilization is similar to that of the Federation humans in appearance. almost.

It's just that there are some differences in the internal structure.

On this day, on the main star of the Shenmu civilization, which is comparable to the size of Jupiter in the solar system, a meteor fell. , Although there are people who pay attention, most of them don't care.

Only a few monks, because the distance is not far away, will rise up to investigate to see if there are any special resources, and because of this, there are sometimes killings and plundering.

Therefore, in such a situation, when the meteor blasted into the earth, forming a deep pit, at the same time, under the impact, a coffin quietly escaped into the depths of the ground, as if buried, motionless.

The coffin is black, as if made of black iron. There are many rune imprints on it, but... almost all of these imprints are in a state of damage. Even the coffin itself is full of pits and thousands of long marks. It seems to have been cut by a sharp weapon, there are a few traces inside, just a little bit, it will penetrate the coffin, and judging from the traces, these traces can completely endanger the coffin, it seems that at a critical moment, it was interrupted by someone. Open, otherwise, I am afraid that the coffin will be torn apart and fall apart!

Obviously, this coffin has experienced an indescribable and peerless battle. The tragedy of this battle is beyond imagination. Otherwise, with the strangeness of this coffin itself, it is absolutely impossible for it to be damaged to such a state.

Even if you look carefully, you can see that there are many dry bloodstains on the coffin. The color of these bloodstains is not all red. From this, it can be easily judged that the number of people who participated in that battle may be quite a lot.

This coffin...was from the solar system and was carried by Chen Qingzi's Mingzong coffin, Wang Baole...was inside this coffin.

At this moment, as the meteor hit the ground, as the coffin escaped into the ground, the strong shock from the outside was also transmitted to the inside along the gap on the coffin that was about to crack. Wang Baole, who was lying inside, trembled violently in his deep sleep, and opened his squinted.

"It's here? I slept soundly this time..." Wang Baole rubbed his eyes, yawned and raised his hand to push the coffin lid. When he found that it couldn't be pushed, he became surprised and shouted a few times.

"Brother, are we here?"

After waiting for a while, Wang Baole was even more surprised when he found that there was no response. He hurriedly patted a few times, and his cultivation base united to call again.

"Brother, are you there?"

"What's the matter, brother, you gave me a response!" Wang Baole's complexion gradually became ugly. He kept calling, but there was no response from outside, which made him more uneasy.

"Miss Sister, are you there?" After pondering, Wang Baole did not act rashly to open the coffin with the fire, but called to Miss Sister from the bottom of his heart.

This is the backhand he left behind before he fell asleep.

But Miss Sister didn't respond either, which made Wang Baole narrow his eyes and began to think about this matter, but no matter how he thought about it, he fell asleep after stepping into the coffin, so he couldn't find any definite clues, even as to whether he When he arrived at the destination, it was difficult for him to judge.

So after pondering, Wang Baole decided to wait first. In this way, under Wang Baole's silent calculation, after three days passed, his eyes revealed a sharp light.

"Nine times out of ten, something happened!" Wang Baole's eyes were burning with dark fire, and he raised his right hand and placed it on the coffin. The cultivation base in his body erupted, and the connection with the coffin was established in an instant, but just when he was about to push The moment the lid of the coffin was opened, a weak voice seemed to come from the void through the coffin, echoing in his mind.

"Baole."

"Brother!" Wang Baole's eyes narrowed, he stopped thinking about pushing the coffin, and spoke quickly.

"Brother, what happened, are you outside?"

"Baole... got out on the way... I will temporarily take you... Xiao Wenming... you wait for me to pick you up... you must not go out of your body... the way of heaven descends... you die... dodge yourself to practice the original method... avoid it for a short time God...you can go out..."

The voice was intermittent, and there seemed to be strong interference, making it impossible for Chen Qingzi to fully convey the words, but Wang Baole still understood the meaning of Chen Qingzi.

"An accident? Put me in a small civilization? The way of heaven descends, the main body will die when I go out? But what kind of original method does the avatar practice, so that he can go out for a short time?" Wang Baole frowned, he didn't know what happened to Chen Qingzi Such an accident, but with Chen Qingzi's cultivation base, he actually needs to store himself somewhere else, which shows that this accident... is absolutely extraordinary!

At the same time, following Chen Qingzi's intermittent voice came a complete exercise. Obviously, Chen Qingzi focused on this exercise, resisting interference with all his strength to ensure that the exercise was transmitted in its entirety.

This method is called the original illusion. Once practiced, it can change a person's breath and origin, and transform into all things.

After carefully analyzing this exercise, Wang Baole pondered. In fact, there are several links in this exercise that involve the soul. As a son of Ming, Wang Baole has checked a large number of Mingzong's classics. He knows very well , there are quite a few vicious or deep-level god-controlling spells that cannot be imposed on others. They need to be practiced willingly by the other party to meet the requirements.

"All of this, is it true or not... Did brother really encounter an accident, or..." The matter is so important that Wang Baole can't help but analyze it comprehensively, and this exercise also made him silent, wondering whether he should practice it or not. At the same time, his gaze also fell on the lid inside the coffin. To push the coffin open, it would be a breeze for him as long as the underworld fire escaped.

"Should I practice? Should I push it away?"

Sometimes, choice is a very difficult thing, and trust is even more so, especially when it comes to life and death.

At this moment, when Wang Baole is silent here, far outside the Shenmu system, in a vaster galaxy, there is a star formation formed by more than a thousand small galaxies gathered together!

The skill of this formation is enormous, which is equivalent to using the power of thousands of stars, large and small, to transform them into infinite power to suppress everything. Compared to this, what is even more exaggerated is that in this galaxy formation Eight directions, separated from each other in an endless range, the eight furnaces floating!

Any one of the furnaces exudes vicissitudes and indescribable terrifying fluctuations, faintly visible in the furnace, there is actually a figure, which seems to be suppressed, eternally refined.

The one who was suppressed by the formation formed by thousands of stars and those eight terrifying furnaces was... Chen Qingzi!

In the center of the formation, Chen Qingzi stood there with a gloomy expression. There were streaks of black lightning around him, roaring from all directions. From a distance, there were as many lightning bolts as iron chains, permeating the entire galaxy.

And in front of Chen Qingzi, there was a person standing impressively. This person was wearing a golden armor, like a God of War, with an extremely tall body, and even more three-headed and six-armed. His aura was magnificent, and his aura was comparable to this galaxy formation!

Even behind him, there are a large number of illusory figures, each of which is like a fairy god, emitting terrifying fluctuations, at the same time, against their backdrop, this golden-armored man seems to surpass all gods!

"Chen Qingzi, I know that you value that little guy, so I let you transmit the sound transmission, and only made a slight disturbance, but guess...whether this junior you value and care about so much will choose not to trust you?" I am looking forward to seeing that scene!" The big man smiled slightly, and there were tens of thousands of black lightning bolts intertwined with each other as he spoke, stretching each other between the roars, forming a scene.

In that picture, it is... the coffin where Wang Baole is!

But not inside, only outside!

"You said, will it be the main body of your little junior brother, or the clone?"

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I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and let me tell you that the number of words in this book will not be less than 4 million