Doomsday Rise

Liu Wei'an's expression suddenly became uneasy, for no reason, Zhang Wuhe felt a palpitation, as if something terrible was about to happen, and his heart beat violently.

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A rhythmic sound came from a distance in this direction. At the beginning of the period, it was two or three kilometers away, and in the blink of an eye, it was already hundreds of meters away. Zhang Wuhe was curious and restless, and her back felt cold. If Liu Weian was not by her side, she would have almost escaped from this area.

The leaves in front parted silently, and a group of people jumped into the field of vision. After seeing the group of people clearly, Zhang Wuhe gasped and almost screamed.

This is a funeral procession.

Dressed in white, carrying a pitch-black coffin, shuttled through the woods without making a sound. The two people in the front are throwing paper money, the next two are holding banners, the next two are holding umbrellas, and the back are four people playing suona. Behind the suona are people beating drums and gongs. In the middle is a coffin, which is carried by eight people.

A group of men and horses were all dressed in filial piety, pale and pale, with hemp ropes tied around their waists, and a lamp above their heads, emitting a dark green light.

What was shocking was that no matter whether it was the people in front or the people behind, they were playing and beating cheerfully, but there was no sound coming out. It gave people the feeling that what they were beating was not a real thing, but an illusion. However, Zhang Wuhe tried various methods to check, and the result was that these instruments were real.

She saw the ripples in the air caused by the vibration of the stick beating the drum, but there was no sound, as if an invisible monster had eaten up the sound.

"How did this happen?" Zhang Wuhe felt cold in her heart. As the team approached, she saw faces that were not human. She couldn't describe this feeling in words.

It was clearly a face with all the features, but it just didn't look like a human face.

The people in front turned around while jumping, very happy, only the people who carried the sedan chair fell one after the other, at an astonishingly fast speed. All the trees, flowers and plants blocking the front were separated by an unknown force, and they dared not stop them.

The team passed by the two, and the difference was less than one meter. The most recent time, the soul-calling banner almost touched Zhang Wuhe's pair. In an instant, Zhang Wuhe's whole body was covered with cold hairs, and he felt as if his neck had been climbed by a poisonous snake.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuhe's body trembled, and when she opened her mouth, she was about to let out an exclamation. At the very moment, Liu Weian covered her mouth with lightning, blocking back the cry that had reached her mouth.

There was a person sitting on the coffin, all in black, blending into the coffin, Zhang Wuhe didn't notice. When the funeral procession passed by the two, the person sitting on the coffin suddenly turned his head and grinned at the two, Zhang Wuhe almost scared his soul out.

This smile is so weird, don't say Zhang Wuhe is a girl, even Liu Weian's whole body is tense, and he almost punches him.

The two of them held their breaths tightly to slow down their heartbeats. They waited until the funeral procession had left, and the chill on their bodies slowly faded away. With a flash of light, the procession disappeared into the forest and was never seen again. The silent world suddenly came back to life, the trees swayed with the wind, the insects and ants made noises, the flowers and plants grew slowly, and when the funeral procession passed by, the world seemed to be dead.

"It's scary!" Zhang Wuhe withdrew her gaze. She felt that if she stood in front of the funeral procession, anyone could kill her instantly, because she couldn't muster the strength to resist.

"Do you know what this is?" Liu Wei'an let out a long breath. When the funeral procession was about to disappear in the forest, he tried to check the black coffin. As soon as his spiritual sense touched it, he was blasted by a thunderbolt.

Before his spiritual consciousness, among the younger generation, it can be said that he did not think second to the older generation, but compared with the coffin, he felt like a small ant,

The coffin is a mountain, not a class.

If it wasn't for the incomparable power of the 'Sword of Annihilation' that he realized by himself, he would have to confess it here today. The coffin was so terrifying that it made him sound like a little beggar. In Mogu Mountain, the little beggar who got back an eyeball once had this kind of power.

"I don't know!" Zhang Wuhe was born in the Zhang family, and he has seen a lot of knowledge, but this is the first time he has seen such a strange scene, and he has never heard of it from his elders, and there is no record in his family's collection of books.

"Not far from here is the big tomb, could it be the owner of the tomb?" Liu Wei'an guessed.

"I never heard of anyone carrying a coffin around!" Zhang Wuhe said.

"Judging from the performance of this large tomb, at least it's the tomb of the king. Who dares to be presumptuous next to the tomb of the king? The low-level ones don't dare to come. Those of the same level know the rules, and the high-level ones don't like the cemetery used by others." Liu Wei'an said.

"It's really weird, this continent is too mysterious." Zhang Wuhe said.

"Where are they going? How about we catch up and see?" Liu Wei'an suggested.

"Don't you want to have your spiritual eyes?" Zhang Wuhe asked, he was unwilling to have any more contact with the funeral procession.

"Almost forgot!" Liu Weian showed an embarrassed expression, "Let's go."

"What is this?" Zhang Wuhe suddenly stretched out his right hand, and there was a black pattern on his palm. The pattern was very strange, as if he had graffitied it casually, as if it had some kind of imprint.

"Where did you come from?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"I don't know." Zhang Wuhe said, looking a little uneasy.

"When did you have it?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"It wasn't there yesterday, and I don't know when it came out." Zhang Wuhe rubbed it with his hands. The imprint was in the flesh, not on the surface, so it couldn't be rubbed off.

"Haven't you seen this thing?" Liu Weian stretched out his hand to touch it, but he could only touch Zhang Wuhe's palm, but couldn't touch the mark, so he didn't feel anything.

"No!" Zhang Wuhe was sure.

"How does it feel now?" Liu Weian asked again.

"Just like a mole, it doesn't feel anything, and it won't affect my cultivation. I can't feel it at all." Zhang Wuhe's face was very ugly.

Things that appear on my body, but I can't feel them, my eyes can see them, but I can't touch them. Is there anything more terrifying than this?

"I'll try it." Liu Weian held Zhang Wuhe's hand and froze suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Wuhe let go of his defense, but he couldn't help being surprised that Liu Wei'an's internal force was not transmitted. Liu Wei'an didn't speak, and slowly opened his right hand. There was a mysterious pattern on the palm, which was exactly the same as Zhang Wuhe's palm, with no change in size, shape, depth, and concentration.

"Ah, you have it too!" Zhang Wuhe exclaimed.

Liu Wei'an's breath surged, and the "Corpse Emperor's Sutra", "Dark Emperor's Sutra", "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra", and "Soul-Suppressing Talisman" circulated back and forth, but he couldn't sense the existence of the imprint, as if it didn't belong to his body, but it was so strange that he could see it with the naked eye.

Zhang Wuhe was terrified, and stepped back step by step. The aura emanating from Liu Weian made her terrified. She once thought that Liu Weian was infinitely stronger than her, but only now did she realize that Liu Weian is a mountain or a sea, and she and Liu Weian are no longer on the same level.

"open!"

Liu Wei'an yelled angrily, his right hand turned into a bone, and the flesh and blood exploded in an instant, shooting in all directions. However, to Zhang Wuhe's shock, the imprint was still hovering in the palm of his hand. It seemed to be floating outside the bone, but also seemed to be integrated, and it seemed to go deep into the inside of the bone. The feeling that seemed to be obviously floating made Zhang Wuhe extremely uncomfortable.

Liu Wei'an stared blankly at the palm bone, his expression changed, sometimes hesitant, sometimes fierce, he wasn't sure if he shattered the bone, whether the "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra" could grow out, and he was also worried that if the palm bone was gone, the imprint would leave with it, or would it continue to exist after it grows out. He had a faint feeling that the latter was more likely.

However, there is a little luck in my heart, what if I can get rid of this thing? He absolutely doesn't want such ambiguous things to appear on his body. It's okay to know what's going on, such as the Curse of Weeping Blood. Things that he doesn't know are the scariest, like a time bomb, he doesn't know when he will blow himself up.

"Don't—" When Zhang Wuhe yelled, his bones shot everywhere, Liu Weian's right hand was gone, his wrist was bare, and everything else was gone.

Liu Weian endured the pain, sat down with his knees, the light yellow air flow surged, and there was a sound of Hong Zhongda Lu in his body. The blood flowed, as if the Yangtze River, the right hand grew at the speed of the naked eye. There is no difference between the mark of the palm of the palm. It is exactly the same. The expectations of Zhang Wuhe's face have become fear, and the face is pale, without a trace of blood.

It's useless to cut off your hands, what the hell is this?

After finishing his work, Liu Weian opened his eyes and stared at the imprint on his palm, his face was calm, but he wasn't too disappointed, he had a premonition.

"How did this happen? Is this a kind of power or something?" Zhang Wuhe couldn't help asking, everything in front of her was beyond her comprehension.

"The funeral procession!" Liu Wei'an suddenly stood up, Zhang Wuhe was shocked, and understood everything in an instant. Yes, it is the funeral procession, only they are so mysterious and powerful, they can imprint things on the two people without anyone noticing, and only the incomprehensible existence of the funeral procession can leave such a powerful mark, Liu Weian can't remove it even if he breaks his palm.

"Chasing!" Liu Wei'an just took a step, stopped, and said to Zhang Wuhe, "You stay, take my people to get the aura eye, and I will chase."

"I—" Zhang Wuhe just said a word, and she had already lost Liu Weian's figure, and she felt depressed. She knew that it was because of her lack of strength, and Liu Weian was afraid that she would hinder her, so she didn't want her to go.

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