The moment when the blood filled the entire tomb.

Blood was already flowing out of Jiang Bei's mouth!

The mountain-like pressure was forcing him to kneel down!

Is this the horror of the will of heaven?

Jiang Bei's sea of ​​consciousness and heart were shaking violently. This was a gap that could only make him sigh at how insignificant he was!

If it were just him...even if he was in his prime, or even if he broke through to the Mingshen realm, it would be meaningless.

He will definitely kneel down...

No matter how strong his will was, there was no possibility of resistance under such powerful pressure.

But... there was another force in his body supporting him.

Can't kneel down!

They are still shouting!

"When will the day come when we will both perish?"

In Jiangbei's heart, waves of echoes were echoing!

He seemed to have disappeared in this tomb and came to a wider world!

Tiandao's pair of black eyes were staring at Jiangbei.

But in front of him, it was still that huge blood-red coffin!

He saw...

Thousands of immortal cultivators used their supreme magic power to forge this blood coffin. After they finished making the blood coffin, the few people in the front walked towards the direction of the pair of black eyes.

Holding his head high, with absolute fighting spirit!

The fire in the body is ignited...that is the legacy of the human race!

They must protect the countless living beings behind them and protect the civilization of the human race in this life!

So, the scene that appeared in Jiang Bei's sea of ​​consciousness appeared. They fought with the Heavenly Dao, they sealed the Heavenly Dao, but no one could survive.

Thus, the path to immortality was completely cut off.

"When will the day come when we will both perish?"

Even if his own flame, will and the evil thoughts of heaven were sealed in the blood coffin, these words still echoed inside the coffin!

Never stop!

At this moment, Jiang Bei seemed to be in this blood coffin!

Behind him, figures dressed in white appeared, looking like the immortals in the mural. Their eyes were already empty and black blood was flowing down their cheeks.

But that will still exists!

at the same time.

In the bloody coffin, a hand as black as a burnt one slowly reached out of the coffin and hooked onto the coffin wall.

The many people in white behind Jiang Bei slowly turned their "eyes" over at this moment.

They slowly pushed out a palm!

"Everything is fate. After 9,800 years, we have finally waited for an heir."

"The words of our ancestors were not wrong. Heaven will not allow us to appear... But little do we know that all this is just the design of our ancestors."

"With our lives, we will wipe out the evil thoughts of Heaven!"

Jiang Bei was shocked.

The thing in the blood coffin finally crawled out.

This is a ghost with chains all over its body. Does it have a real entity?!

Jiang Bei held his breath.

"Nine thousand eight hundred years ago, our ancestors predicted that our descendants would come here with a token, and at the cost of our spiritual consciousness, completely wipe out the evil thoughts of the Heavenly Dao."

These signals also flooded into Jiang Bei's heart.

He was stunned... shocked.

In a game that has lasted for 9,800 years, he actually became the final chess player?

But looking at the immortal cultivators behind him who had passed away because of that shocking battle, Jiang Bei remained silent.

then.

The white shadows began to dissipate and turned into streams of light, pouring into Jiang Bei's body and merging into the red marks that appeared on his body surface.

It merged into the blood...supporting him, he raised his head and looked directly at the ghost in front of him who represented the way of heaven!

The ghost finally crawled out of the blood coffin.

Its body was hunched over, and it was roaring like a madman, pulling at the chains on its body.

“Crash!”

The iron chain began to tremble. This chain, which had lasted for 9,800 years, was now as brittle as an old branch and could be broken with a slight bend.

When its body no longer has anything to comfort it...

The ghost slowly shook his head and slowly stood up. His facial features, which were almost squeezed together, looked extremely hideous.

He looked at the blood coffin behind him with mocking eyes.

But when he finally saw Jiang Bei, there was a clear flash of anger and fear in his eyes!

He was the evil mind of heaven, how could it be possible that he had been planned for nearly ten thousand years?

If any mortal dares to block my way, I will kill him!

How can we allow mortals to blaspheme the will of heaven!

The ghost let out a strange cry, and its posture was like a monkey, with all four limbs on the ground, rushing towards Jiangbei!

Jiang Bei's eyes suddenly narrowed... He could clearly see the ghost's movements, but he couldn't avoid them at all!

"boom!"

The ghost came in front of Jiang Bei and without even stopping, he threw a punch!

Jiang Bei flew backwards!

A large part of his chest had collapsed, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth...

If it were normal, even if Jiang Bei suffered such a heavy blow, he would not die!

But now, he was not affected much at all. He rolled on the ground and barely avoided the ghost's pursuit.

"Too weak... Didn't our ancestors foresee that 9,800 years later, our descendants would be this weak?"

"This... this junior hasn't even passed the Qi Refining Stage yet!"

"This ghost has obviously been suppressed by us for such a long time, and his strength is only one hundredth of what it is now."

"How sad! How lamentable! Have we been guarding here for nearly ten thousand years, and now we can only watch it escape?"

"How can these descendants bear the evil thoughts that have been accumulated by the Heavenly Dao for nearly ten thousand years?"

"You are just a mere ant, just like an ant... Even if we help you with all our strength, what's the use?"

“That’s all…”

Jiang Bei's head was about to explode from the noisy discussions of these immortal cultivators in his body. He couldn't help but curse: "You old guys, can you stop talking nonsense? Damn it, think of a solution!"

"What do you know? It's just a state of enlightenment..."

An old man said with disdain.

Jiang Bei really didn't want to argue with these old guys.

This ghost's speed was incredibly fast! Jiang Bei couldn't even react to the ghost's speed, not to mention how to use his strength!

Just a few seconds later, he was swept away, with Phantom Rider riding on his body and hitting his head madly!

Jiang Bei didn't dare to gamble, so he had to raise his arms and withstand the opponent's attack.

The arms of both hands were broken again and again, and healed again and again with the help of the old man.

This tragic scene was naturally seen clearly by these old guys who had integrated into Jiangbei's body.

"Think about how we gathered the will of all people and ignited the flame to fight against the Heavenly Dao, but in the end we suppressed it here for nearly ten thousand years!"

"I never thought that now I would have to help a weak youngster like you! Humph!" another old man sighed.

"Don't think I didn't see anything! It was clearly that ghost Tiandao who was torturing you for nearly ten thousand years!" Jiang Bei cursed in his heart.

"How did you know?!!"

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