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Chapter 241 Three Years of Transformation

At the bottom of the clear Yellow River Valley, Xiang Ming stood on the muddy river bed, looking at the rapidly racing whirlpool not far away. The distance of thirty feet was the limit of the visual range of water droplets. Even if it was thirty feet away,

Xiang Ming can still feel the huge pulling force coming from the whirlpool. At the bottom of the whirlpool, a corner of a crystal coffin leaks out of the sand and stubbornly resists the pulling force. Sometimes the sand is washed away by the water flow.

Go, Xiang Ming can take the opportunity to see more information about the crystal coffin. Sometimes the yellow water rolls up a large piece of soil to bury the crystal coffin. At this time, no one dares to imagine that there is a precious crystal coffin under the mud and sand.

was buried.

Although the specific details of the crystal coffin cannot be seen clearly, it can be seen from the tip of the iceberg that the owner of this crystal coffin is definitely not an emperor on earth. Due to his sensitivity to corpses, Xiang Ming concluded that this crystal coffin contains extremely important things.

The powerful spiritual power, if a mortal puts it into it rashly, will be torn to pieces by the majestic spiritual power, and not a drop of blood will be left. If this coffin is refined, it will become a rare item.

The magic weapon. If calculated in this way, the identity of the person in the crystal coffin must be extremely extraordinary, and it must be the skeleton of a person who has cultivated to the sky. Thinking of this, Xiang Ming's mood became more excited, and his desire to summon this corpse became stronger.

Who could this person be? If he is really a famous person, if I call him out hastily, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble. When the time comes, the title of Corpse Shepherd will reappear in the eyes of Chinese monks, and it should not be

It is the vision of monk Qingli. Nowadays, the monks in China have been suppressed by the forces of the three sects to the point where mice are crossing the street. Who has the mind to care about these things. However, it is best to have a hermit master in the crystal coffin. It is enough to summon it like this.

Don’t be afraid that cultivators from China will cause trouble over nothing.

Throughout the world, cultivators compete with God for their lives. Life and death are unpredictable, and subsequent generations are basically dealt with by disciples. If a young monk encounters a misfortune and dies in the countryside, any cultivator he encounters will bury him so that his body will not be thrown into the wild and become food for wild beasts.

.From the analysis of the appearance of the crystal coffin, the simple and dignified decorations and the elegant floating clouds all show the temperament of the owner of the crystal coffin. This person was not like a person of prominent status in life, but more like an unborn hermit. A God-given opportunity.

Not to be missed. But how can you summon it?

After Xiang Meditation took out the Netherworld Flute, he looked at it affectionately. It was it that summoned Lu Yue, and it was it that changed the trajectory of his life. He was chased by the Chinese monks and only escaped from this fate after meeting Lu Yue.

Bound. The Corpse Clan was a branch of the Yue Clan in ancient times. Now Lu Yue, as the inheritor of the Yue Clan, is his master. Now that he is commensurate with the Lu Yue brothers, it is already against the rules. Alas! You should feel sorry for following Lu Yue.

I'm lucky. The title of one of the people who should be robbed in China is enough to make him proud of all the heroes in the world. Coupled with the recognition of the unknown distant ancestor of Qingli, this son will definitely bring me to an unreachable height.

Xiang Ming gently stroked the flute in his hand, and after thinking for a long time, he made up his mind to wake up the corpse in the crystal coffin no matter what, otherwise he would never be able to keep up with Lu Yue.

The melodious sound of the flute penetrated the yellow water, and the dull melody pushed the ripples forward layer by layer. The mud and sand rose up, making the bottom of the Yellow River Valley even more turbid. The crystal coffin moved slightly when the sound of the flute was remembered, and then it started again

Lifeless. This subtle movement made Xiang Ming instantly more confident. Since he could communicate, it would not be difficult to summon this corpse.

Moving his steps lightly, Xiang Ming carefully moved forward against the suction of the whirlpool, leaving a line of deep footprints in the mud of the river valley. Still not working, there was no movement at all in the crystal coffin. In this way, Xiang Ming resisted the pull.

The force continued until it was twenty feet away from the crystal coffin. The pulling force here was far stronger than that at thirty feet away. Xiang Ming's figure was shaking uncontrollably.

The sound of the flute remained the same and never stopped. The roaring and harsh sound of the turbulent whirlpool diluted the sound of Xiang Ming's flute.

Fifteen feet, this is already the limit. If he goes one step further, Xiang Ming will be swept into the Luoyu Ancient City by the whirlpool.

Under Xiang Ming's constant calling, the crystal coffin emerged from the sand bit by bit. When Xiang Ming walked fifteen feet away, the entire crystal coffin could be vaguely seen through the dim river water.

The long years have polished the patterns on the crystal coffin to be round and smooth. When he saw the picture above the floating clouds clearly, Xiang Mingdeng was stunned, and the sound of the flute stopped suddenly. His excitement almost caused him to be swept away by the whirlpool.

This, this is actually a singing phoenix! The phoenix head is high, facing the scorching sun on the top of the coffin, and the nine phoenix tails are fluttering and rustling, looming in the floating clouds. Could it be that a woman is buried in the crystal coffin? People with high cultivation throughout the ages

Apart from Luo Yuyan, the female cultivator is Dong Juan. Lu Yue once said that Luo Yuyan’s body was in the ancient city of Luo Yu at the bottom of the Yellow River Valley. Could it be that Dong Juan was buried in the crystal coffin? The two women were actually buried together.

If it is really the corpse of Senior Dong Juan...

Xiang Ming couldn't help but think that he was carrying a crystal coffin, and a female corpse was following him expressionlessly. Not far behind, countless monks were chasing him with bright weapons, shouting loudly...

What should we do? Lu Yue, this joke is really too big. Xiang Ming wants to retreat. The crystal coffin is undoubtedly an absolute temptation for him, but it also brings endless troubles.

It shouldn't be carried so little, maybe there is another woman buried inside. China has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are countless female cultivators. The two of them are only relatively famous recently.

With a sense of luck, Xiang Ming picked up the Netherworld Flute and started playing.

Time passed little by little, and Lu Yue opened her eyes in the quiet room of the underworld. On the fourth level of Yukong, she didn't expect that the small door in the kidney meridian was actually pulled. No wonder she couldn't push it open no matter how hard she pushed! After

After repeated failures, Lu Yue finally opened the small door in the Kidney Meridian. What Lu Yue never expected was that what was hidden behind the small door was his own cultivation that had disappeared.

The majestic spiritual power surged out from behind the door, and Lu Yue's cultivation level also soared, from the middle of the second heaven of the imperial sky to the peak of the fourth heaven of the imperial air.

I haven't recovered to the seventh level of sky control. Is it because I have practiced Luo Shen Jue? According to the amount of spiritual energy, I can definitely reach the fifth level of sky control. What is going on? I feel vaguely that I

You should go out for a walk, it is your state of mind that hinders the growth of your cultivation.

After thinking about it, Lu Yue quietly left the mansion and came to the hill where she had stopped when she carried Xiang Ming to escape from Pluto's pursuit. The winding stream flowed quietly. At that time, she was in a decadent mood, with five prosperity and decline, and everything was indifferent.

.The Buddhist experience in the sea of ​​suffering has greatly improved my state of mind. Why did I encounter a bottleneck at this time?

The biting wind blows on Lu Yue's face, and the blood moon hangs to the west. It is the dusk of the underworld. He has been practicing for two years and has been in Qingli for two days. I don't know if Xiang Ming has already turned the whirlpool

The corpse at was summoned successfully.

Looking at the blood moon in the sky, Lu Yue had complicated thoughts. Millennium rumors could not help but come to mind. "Kill Ni Yue, the world will be warm." Who is Ni Yue, and what did he do to cause chaos in the world.

Just when Lu Yue was in a trance, a woman appeared in the field of vision from afar.

"It's her! Why is she walking along the stream?" Lu Yue couldn't help but frowned after seeing the woman. She rose into the air and came to the woman in the blink of an eye. Looking at the beautiful woman in front of her,

At this time, she was a little thinner than when she was Qingli, and she became more attractive.

"Do you recognize me?" The woman asked suspiciously when she saw Lu Yue blocking the way.

Lu Yue nodded, feeling somewhat guilty in her heart. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat and she didn't know how to say it.

"Who are you? Who am I?" The woman seemed to be grasping a straw. She came to Lu Yue in a few steps, grabbed Lu Yue's arm with both hands, and asked anxiously.

"You don't know who you are?" After Lu Yue asked, she felt that her words were in vain. The dead souls who came to the underworld had already drank Meng Po soup and naturally forgot their previous lives.

"I, I don't know, they never told me." The woman said this, her expression was a little gloomy, she lowered her head lonely, and said softly: "The two of them took great care of me, but they were suddenly killed by a person named Lu Yue.

I was killed. If it hadn't been for him, how could the two of them have abandoned me?" After saying that, the woman raised her head, looked at Xiang Lu Yue warily, and said almost madly: "Do you know Lu Yue? Do you know him?

It was him who killed both of them, it was him!"

Lu Yue allowed the woman to shake his body. He didn't know who the two of them were in the woman's mouth. Although the woman was a little thinner than before, he could immediately recognize her as Yu from her iconic fleshy skirt.

Sister Liu Niang. The two people Liu Niang mentioned were the black and white envoys during Pluto's reign. But could Lu Yue tell her that she was Lu Yue and that she was the one who killed the black and white envoys? Moreover, Liu Niang's death was also

It has something to do with herself. If she hadn’t wanted to kill Li Zhi, Liu Niang wouldn’t have become a victim of Li Zhi. Alas! All of this is fate!

After Liu Niang vented her frustration, her mood slowly eased down. She glanced at Lu Yue apologetically and said softly: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper just now. Please don't be angry."

Liu Niang lost her arrogance when she was in the human world. At this time, she was more like a good wife who had lost a close relative, gentle and generous. Lu Yue looked at Liu Niang calmly and whispered: "If you meet Lu Yue

What will be done?”

"Kill him and avenge them!" Liu Niang said through gritted teeth.

Lu Yue closed her eyes, her heart was filled with ripples, and she couldn't calm down for a long time. For Liu Niang, she was indeed sorry for her, and the initial death was caused by herself. After arriving in the underworld, although the black and white envoys had some disputes with themselves

, but Liu Niang, as a virtuous helper in the rear, had no fault at all. The two sides fought, and the wife and children were innocent. Should the surviving people feel guilty for the wives and children who were killed by the sword?

Thinking of this, Lu Yue's figure slowly faded, and the earth soul separated from the heavenly spirit. One third of the soul was a little dim, but it also condensed into a human form. Lu Yue's soul floated in front of Liu Niang,

He whispered: "I am Lu Yue."