I stack buffs in a weird world!

In the ruins, a tall young man walked on the winding mountain road. Looking at the increasingly thick red fog, his eyes were still full of determination.

This young man was He Ping'an, the son of He Xiao from Yingjing Realm!

After learning about his father's death, he entered the ruins alone despite the opposition of his mother and clansmen.

The purpose was to find the power to counter the Wuyang Realm.

He believed that since he could find earth-level skills at the edge, there must be heaven-level skills in the deeper part, and even higher-level skills.

"Huh... I'm finally here!"

As soon as he entered the ruins, he felt that there was a mountain attracting him in the dark. He followed his inner decision and climbed up the mountain directly.

Sure enough, the moment he reached the top, the red fog around him dissipated.

A fake mountain appeared out of thin air at the top of the mountain, and there was a palace behind the fake mountain.

This palace was not like a Buddhist temple or a Taoist temple, but it was somewhat similar to the royal palaces that we usually see.

"Young man, what are you doing here?"

The voice came from the hall, shocking He Pingan.

He Pingan bowed hurriedly, "Senior, I have a deep blood feud. I came here to find high-level skills, break through the restrictions, and restore the glory of my clan."

He had heard since he was a child that the Crane Clan was demoted to the lower world, and the Crane Clan once had a place in the Wuyang Realm.

His father's dream was to lead his clan members to fight back and make those high-ranking Wuyang Realm monsters crawl at their feet.

It's a pity that all this was ended by that Anyang Bo Zhang Yang!

But Zhang Yang was a general in the Western Regions, and he had no chance to turn over except to enter the ruins.

Fortunately, God favored him and really let him encounter this opportunity. I think the seniors inside must have a fate with him.

But the people in the hall did not speak again, but fell silent.

He Pingan waited for a moment, feeling a little anxious, "Senior? Senior?"

"Well... now... which tribe is in power outside?"

The ancient voice continued to come.

He Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they could communicate.

"Senior, the upper world is still controlled by the group of dragons."

"Dragon?"

There was a puzzled voice in the palace.

"Squeak~"

The palace gate opened from the inside out, and there was no sound inside.

He Pingan was happy, knowing that the senior inside recognized him and let him in.

He no longer hesitated and stepped in directly.

After he entered, the door of the palace slowly closed again.

The sky outside darkened in an instant, and even the land turned black.

The palace that was magnificent just now has now become a green brick and green tile.

From a distance, it doesn't look like a palace, but it looks like a cemetery.

Even the rockery in front of the palace looks like a tombstone!

Then the red mist suddenly appeared and enveloped the entire palace, making it seem vague.

"Senior? Senior?"

He Ping'an was a little nervous at this time, swallowed his saliva and called softly.

But the entire palace was empty and there was no response, only a slight echo, which made people feel creepy.

"Squeak..."

A sound of metal friction appeared in the empty palace, which scared He Ping'an.

He subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from, and where his eyes could see, he saw a dark red coffin, lying so abruptly in the center of the palace!

This coffin seemed to have suddenly emerged from the dark abyss, exuding a creepy breath.

Although it was dark red all over, it exuded a metallic luster and a faint smell of old and decay.

There were some strange and twisted patterns carved on the coffin, which seemed to be some kind of ancient demon text, or a sealed spell.

Under the dim light, these lines flashed with strange light, which made him shudder.

The uncomfortable friction sound came from the coffin.

No... it should be the friction sound between the coffin lids, as if the things inside were slowly moving the heavy metal coffin lids, trying to get out.

"Senior... Senior?"

Although He Ping'an was afraid, he still summoned up the courage to whisper.

"Squeak..."

The friction sound became more intense, and the things in the hall seemed to want to rush out more eagerly.

At this time, He Ping'an could no longer bear the fear in his heart, and he could not help but slowly retreat.

But the hard feeling from his back made him stop.

"How could it be, it's obviously a palace!"

He turned around and saw that it was not the gate of the palace, but a wall made of blue bricks.

The most frightening thing was that the friction sound just now stopped abruptly.

He looked in the direction of the coffin in horror, and the red coffin did not move at all.There was no silence, but the coffin lid had moved halfway, revealing a gap as big as a person.

But his sixth sense told him that something must have come out of the coffin.

"You said... you have a blood feud?"

A hoarse voice came from behind.

He Ping'an suddenly looked behind him, and behind him turned into the palace gate again, but what caught his attention was the figure standing in front of the gate.

That person... no, that thing was covered with flocculent skin and flesh, and even the exposed bones were grayish yellow.

With a slight movement, the flocculent skin and flesh on his body fell like dust.

"Gululu~"

He Ping'an swallowed his saliva, and his voice trembled a little, "Senior... Senior, I do have a blood feud.

Please teach me the skills, and I will definitely make a sacrifice after I have avenged myself..."

"Hehehe... No need!"

The flesh on the whole face of that thing fell off when it smiled.

"No, I am a grateful person, and I will never forget the kindness of my predecessors."

He Ping'an gritted his teeth and said seriously.

The thing shook its head, "That's not what I'm talking about. From now on, you and I are one.

Your hatred is my hatred!

You don't need to repay..."

Hearing this, He Ping'an's face suddenly turned pale, and he turned over and turned into a huge crane, and was about to rush out of the hall.

"Hehe... When you first came, you wanted to escape, and I really couldn't stop you.

But now... You've been here for too long!"

The thing smiled and waved his hand, and the spell on the red hall turned directly into tough white silk, instantly entwined with He Ping'an.

The whole body of the thing burst into ashes, and only the soul followed the white silk and directly sank into the body of He Ping'an.

After a long while, a long sigh of relief came from the hall, "Huh... I finally made it!"

He Ping'an slowly opened his eyes, and his light red eyes appeared, and then he closed his eyes again.

At this moment, he was both He Ping'an and not He Ping'an!

To be precise, the body was, but the soul was not.

After a few more hours, He Ping'an finally woke up.

"Crane Clan? Wuyang Realm? Dragon Clan? Anyang Earl?

Interesting, I didn't expect that after so many years, the Dragon Clan would become so powerful!"

"He Ping'an" smiled and shook his head.