Kryptonians come to the second dimension

At this moment, a vague and vast voice suddenly sounded: "Dust to dust, earth to earth."

"Let the deceased rest in peace, let the living regain liberation..."

This voice seemed to come from the distant sky, and it seemed to explode in the ear, which was very strange.

A strong sixth sense told Ye Wudao that the voice seemed to be talking to him.

After a little thought, Ye Wudao decided to go over and find out.

Not long after, Ye Wudao found the owner of the voice.

An old monk with white beard and white eyebrows was sitting by the river fishing, with a kind face.

For some reason, the more Ye Wudao looked at the old monk, the more familiar he felt, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Ye Wudao was the first to speak: "Old sir, have we met somewhere before?"

The old monk nodded: "Yes, benefactor, we have indeed met before."

Ye Wudao: "Where have we met before?"

The old monk smiled mysteriously: "You will know later."

Ye Wudao: "Dust to dust, earth to earth, what did you say just now was for me?"

The old monk nodded.

Ye Wudao: "What does this mean?"

The old monk said: "It means literally."

"Dust is dust, he should exist in the world of dust."

"Earth is soil, he should live in the world of soil."

"Donor Ye, you do not belong to this world, it is unreasonable for you to exist in this world."

"Let's go, I will take you to the world where you should exist."

Ye Wudao frowned: "Mystifying!"

"If I don't exist in this world, then in which world should I exist?"

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Ye Wudao decided not to pay attention to this old lunatic and turned to leave.

"Donor Ye, please stay." The old monk stopped Ye Wudao: "Donor, listen to me, you are really no longer suitable for this world."

"I was ordered to take you to our world."

Ye Wudao was amused: "Oh, then tell me, which world do I belong to?"

The old monk pointed to his feet: "Hell!"

Bold!

Ye Wudao was furious: "Dare to humiliate the God Marshal, do you know your crime!"

The old monk hurriedly said: "God Marshal, it's just your title in the world."

"In the underworld, you are just an ordinary ghost."

"Besides, I'm not humiliating you, I'm just telling the truth. To be honest, you are dead now."

Ye Wudao: "You should be glad that my Wolf King Suicide Squad is not around."

"Otherwise, just for what you said just now, they will cut you into pieces!"

The old monk smiled bitterly: "I knew the God Marshal would not believe me!"

"Come on, I'll convince you."

The old monk got up and walked dozens of meters to the east.

With the weak light of the fire, Ye Wudao suddenly found that there was a grave there.

And on the tombstone, the words "Tomb of the Divine Marshal Ye Wudao" were written.

Is this my grave?

Is it the grave built by the old monk for me?

His eyes were full of angry fire: "Old bald donkey, in order to deceive me, you even made a fake grave."

"Now it's hard for me not to kill you."

The old monk said: "If you don't believe it, you can open the grave and see if there is your body in the coffin!"

Ye Wudao said coldly: "If there is no body, I will sentence you to death."

He released a burst of energy and blew up the grave on the spot.

The lid of the coffin was also blown halfway.

When he saw the coffin clearly, Ye Wudao felt dizzy and his limbs trembled.

It's true!

There is really his own body in the coffin!

I, Ye Wudao, am dead?

When did I die!

How could this be possible!

It's fake, it must be fake!

The old monk said again: "Donor Ye, follow me."

"Don't waste time!"

Get lost!

Ye Wudao lost his mind a little in his rage, and a Qi-force Dragon King Sword flew out, splitting the old monk in two on the spot.

The old monk's body did not bleed a single drop, and even slowly closed together, without any visible injuries.