At the moment when a corner of the coffin was opened, Ye Wuque immediately tensed his body and moved a little further away, extremely cautious.

Are you kidding!

This is the coffin of the Ten Evils!

Buried inside is a supreme being who is invincible and has great power.

Wouldn't it leave a terrifying back-up plan before it died?

To be honest, if it wasn't Brother Xiaosha who opened the coffin, Ye Wuque would have run away as far as he could.

However!

The horrible scene imagined did not appear. In the corner where the white coffin was opened, nothing appeared except the surging dust.

Brother Xiaosha stood above the void, looking down at that corner at this time, he only felt that it was deep and nothing could be seen.

But Brother Xiaosha did not hesitate, but continued to grit his teeth, the mysterious power fluctuated and surged, and his little hands continued to exert force!

The colorful silk thread was stretched straight.

Rumble!

As the terrifying power was released, the coffin lid was completely opened and slid down diagonally!

Everything in the coffin seemed to see the light again.

Old Shenjing's body had long been trembling, his expression was full of sorrow and despair, and he didn't even dare to look.

Standing in the void, Xiaosha brother also closed his bright eyes, and seemed to be in the same difficult-to-conceal sadness.

Both of them seemed to be frozen in place.

They seemed unwilling to face the body of Emperor Xiangsi.

Too sad!

Too painful!

Only Ye Wuque, after seeing that there was no change or horror in the fully opened coffin from beginning to end, and seeing the reactions of Xiaosha brother and Old Shenjing, finally took a step forward and approached the white coffin again.

When he cast his eyes into the coffin, his pupils suddenly shrank! !

Empty!

There was nothing at the bottom of the coffin!

This seemed to be an empty coffin!

There was no body of Emperor Xiangsi at all.

Ye Wuque's heart suddenly exploded with boiling thoughts.

Could it be...

"This is an empty coffin, Emperor Xiangsi is not dead!!"

"It's still alive??"

Ye Wuque's voice, which was also trembling, instantly resounded in the dead silence of the 33rd floor!

Swish!

Almost instantly, Brother Xiaosa and Old Shenjing were struck by lightning, their bodies trembled, and they suddenly opened their eyes together!

"What!"

Brother Xiaosa's bright little eyes widened and he immediately looked down.

Old Shenjing rushed over!

Three figures!

Six pairs of eyes all looked straight into the coffin at this time.

There was indeed nothing there. There

was only dust that had long been spread, and nothing else.

Countless assumptions had already emerged in Ye Wuque's mind!

But the next moment.

He saw a hint of sadness on Brother Xiaosa's little face again.

And Old Shenjing here also became lost again.

This made Ye Wuque stunned!

I saw that Brother Xiaosa actually fell directly into the coffin, and his body, which was only one foot in size, could easily do this.

"Alas..."

With a sigh, Brother Xiaosa stretched out a small hand and gently placed it on the dust at the bottom of the coffin, and then gently... wiped it!

The dust instantly dissipated.

Buzz!

A faint light was reflected, extremely dim, but it still slightly illuminated the entire inside of the coffin.

Ye Wuque's eyes condensed!

He saw that on the bottom of the coffin, with Brother Xiaosa's touch, a dim crack actually appeared.

The crack was two feet long.

The faint light was emitted from the crack, revealing a dead silence and tranquility.

The old nerve on the side was already crying at this moment!

Ye Wuque was confused.

"This is... the world in the coffin!"

Brother Xiaosa's voice became a little hoarse.

"Only before the complete transformation, at the last moment, will Emperor Xiangsi condense out."

"This coffin is only the outermost layer."

"It is used to conceal people's eyes and ears."

"In fact, the empty coffin is already filled with the last terrifying power of Emperor Xiangsi."

"If anyone with ill intentions breaks in here and wants to forcibly open the coffin and blaspheme it, he will be killed instantly!"

"But the power left by Emperor Xiangsi identified my power and knew that it was... an old friend..."

Brother Xiaosha's hoarse voice was filled with a deep loneliness and sadness.

It seemed that until this moment.

Finally, I was completely... dead in my heart!

"It's really gone..."

Brother Xiaosha's bright little eyes seemed to have a flash of crystal.

Finally, he took the lead and jumped down to the crack leading to the coffin world.

Lao Shenjing followed closely behind.

Ye Wuque also followed.

The moment he leaped into the crack, Ye Wuque felt the sky darken and the earth darken, as if he was traveling through time and space, the years were decaying and disappearing, and he could be wiped out at any time. Fortunately, he had the power of Xiaosha to protect him and keep him safe.

When Ye Wuque stepped firmly on the ground, he found that what appeared in front of him was a small square!

It was almost exactly the same as the white square outside!

It shrank several times, and a faint mist surged in the edge area.

However, it was not pure white, but with a kind of gloom and death.

It showed a kind of completely gone sadness.

This is where Emperor Xiangsi really fell and was buried.

Brother Xiaosha had already walked to the front of this small square, with a staggering step.

And Lao Shenjing had already staggered, and tears splashed with every step he took.

Ye Wuque also felt a kind of sadness and mourning coming at him.

But when he raised his eyes and saw the small square in front of him clearly, his pupils suddenly condensed again!

At the end of his sight.

There was a high platform.

Around the high platform, there were countless statues of people kneeling.

This high platform was pitch black, and it made people's scalps numb at a glance.

It seemed to be surging with the glory of death.

It told a sad mourning.

And on the top of the high platform.

It was charred black, and nothing could be seen clearly, and there seemed to be a faint black smoke floating.

"This, this is..."

"The content of the eighth mural!!"

Ye Wuque's mind roared!

What a familiar scene?

When he entered the Eternal Night Tomb, he unexpectedly encountered the reflection of the long river of time and space of Emperor Xiangsi's transformation vision, and encountered that hall inside.

There are nine murals in the hall.

He had already shown the content of these nine murals to Brother Xiaosa.

The first one was painted with Brother Xiaosa.

Sitting cross-legged in the sky, with a solemn appearance, accepting the kneeling worship of all living beings!

And the eighth one!

It was obviously the same sky, the same kneeling worship of all living beings, but the aura was completely opposite.

If the first mural depicted Brother Xiaosa, representing life.

Then the eighth mural represents... death!

However, on the high platform in the eighth mural, there was a light ball shrouded in a faint glow.

It was blurry.

The light ball seemed to be the only light in the mural.

Inside, life and death are intertwined, barely maintaining its brilliance, but inside, it is like a candle in the wind, although tenacious, it seems that it can't hold on for much longer!

Ye Wuque has a deep memory of the content of the eighth mural!

He has never figured it out.

At this moment!

He finally understands!

"The eighth mural depicts this place! It depicts Emperor Xiangsi!"

"The complete life light ball on the pitch-black platform that is worshipped and chanted by all living beings and absorbs the power of faith is Emperor Xiangsi's last struggle!!

From the very beginning.

Emperor Xiangsi has actually appeared in the eighth mural and was recorded!

However, Ye Wuque didn't know it at all.

And the platform where Shen Nanzhi sat cross-legged before was modeled after the content of the eighth mural.

But now!

Here in front of him, the pitch-black platform is still there, but the light ball on it has been completely replaced by scorched, with only black smoke floating faintly.

Proving that Emperor Xiangsi didn't hold on after all, just as Lao Shenjing said, he had already fallen.

The scorched black smoke is... Emperor Xiangsi!

"Brother Xiaosha! "

The eighth mural is painted right here!"

Ye Wuque's voice rang out,

reminding Brother Xiaosha immediately.