swordsman in the heavens

One month has passed since the trip to Feiquan Mountain, and it's time to cross again.

As soon as Yi Tianheng opened his eyes, he found that he was lying in a closed, dark, and small space. The air was turbid, rancid, and lacked or even zero oxygen.

He frowned strangely, very puzzled by this environment, then closed his mouth and nose, converting external breathing into internal breathing.

Just when he was about to reach out to check the surrounding situation, he suddenly felt pain in his neck, and he felt two sharp fangs biting the flesh of his neck.

Yi Tianheng was shocked, secretly wondering what was behind?

Jiuyang's internal power automatically protected the body, and the two fangs were blown away. He pushed with both hands and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The violent force pushed the wooden cover in front of him through, and then patted the side.

The force flew out.

This is a forest halfway up the mountain. The trees are only two or three meters high. The sky is covered with dark clouds and the moon is covered with cold wind, giving this forest a spooky feeling.

A tombstone is inserted a little crookedly into the ground. The words engraved on the tombstone can no longer be seen clearly. It looks like it must be a long time ago. Plus, there are random weeds growing around it. It can be guessed that it is an unowned tombstone.

The grave. The grave behind the tombstone has become flat and covered with tall weeds. At this moment, the soil and weeds suddenly flew up, as if a bomb exploded in the coffin, and then a figure flew out, no

Who else is Yi Tianheng?

After standing still, Yi Tian looked around at the surrounding woods. With the dim light, he could see the whole situation and murmured: "I was in the coffin just now? What was that thing that bit me? Could it be a rice dumpling?" Wrinkle

He frowned and immediately touched his neck with his hand. He felt that the bitten piece was still very smooth and the skin was not broken, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He knows that this is the benefit of Jiuyang's internal power to protect the body. Jiuyang's internal power is endless and can automatically protect the body. Even if it is not a great success, it is much stronger than the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt in the world.

He took a few steps towards the grave, staring at the rectangular black hole. It was now a mess, with the soil lifted up and some fragments of coffin wood. He knew the power of his palm. In desperation,

He used his full strength, and the full blow of a first-class warrior who was close to opening up the Rendu and Du's second meridians was naturally quite powerful.

This black hole was about two meters deep. As he got closer, he could gradually see clearly the situation inside the cave. Although there was a lot of soil covering up the body, he could still see clearly what the body looked like.

Not only was it not rotten, but its face had turned miserable, and its eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were all intact. Yi Tianheng took a look at it and thought to himself: "It is indeed a rice dumpling!"

Seeing the two blue fangs protruding from the Zongzi's mouth, Yi Tianheng just wanted to vomit. He knew that these two things had just bitten his neck. If such a disgusting thing touches his neck, it will cause a big wound all over his body.

Clean, let alone being bitten, Yi Tianheng was now covered in goosebumps on his neck, and they were spreading to his whole body.

This is a female Zongzi. I don’t know how long she has been dead, but from the outline of her face, it can be seen that she was a beautiful woman. She could not have been more than twenty years old. She died at such a young age, which is considered an early death.

Yi Tianheng looked at the open eyes of the female corpse. The eyes were pitch black and he couldn't see anything in this dark night. There were only two round black outlines, but he didn't feel scared at all.

His mind was racing with thoughts, and he murmured: "This time we are coming to a supernatural world, but I don't know the specific situation. I will go down the mountain to check it out as soon as it gets light."

He came back to his senses and saw Zongzi raising his hand.

The hands were clad in black and white sleeves. The outstretched hands were covered with mud, and the fingernails were green and four to five centimeters long.

"Are you going to get up and eat me?"

Yi Tianheng is still wearing the uniform of the Qin army, covered with armor, and looks more like a rice dumpling than the rice dumplings in the coffin. He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and then flashed his sword.

Qingshuang Sword has already cut off those long nails, and they are all lined up on Qingshuang Sword. He is very satisfied with his precise control. Those three years of hard training were not in vain.

roar!

A sharp and piercing scream came from Zongzi's throat. It rose straight up, and the soil on its body fell one after another.

Yes, it has risen, as if there is an untouchable force holding it up.

"I'm sorry, you dare to yell at me!"

Yi Tianheng smacked it down with one palm, and the force of his fierce dragon-subduing palm hit the rice dumpling. It made a "bump" sound, as if it had been slapped on metal.

The Zongzi who had just risen immediately fell down, and the soil on the coffin also slipped down and covered Zongzi again.

The rice dumpling kept shaking, and dirt fell in its mouth, nose, and eyes, but it still roared in a low voice with its mouth open and stared at Yi Tianheng with its eyes open.

"It turns out to be the Qing Dynasty, but which supernatural world is in the Qing Dynasty?"

The moment Zongzi stood up, he saw the style of the shroud, which was the cheongsam worn by women in the Qing Dynasty.

Yi Tianheng frowned.

He could not think of any supernatural world with the Qing Dynasty as its background.

Shushan?

That's the world of Xianxia. The level is probably not as high as that of the main world. The ring won't trick him like that!

He sat cross-legged next to the coffin, staring at the trembling rice dumplings inside the coffin. He was thinking: Are you shaking out of fear or anger?

At this time, the sky was getting slightly brighter, the dark clouds in the sky still had not dispersed, the cool breeze was blowing, and the season was probably spring or summer.

Although the sky was getting brighter and brighter, the rice dumpling in the coffin became more and more restless. It raised its hands again. The nails on its hands had been cut off by Yi Tianheng. Although it looked disgusting now, it was not that scary.

Then it rose up again and again, and was shot down again and again by Yi Tianheng.

"It seems that this rice dumpling can withstand at most 50% of my internal strength. If it is any more, it will split all over."

After many attempts, Yi Tianheng has estimated Zongzi's ability. He is indeed as hard as iron, invulnerable to swords and guns, and can withstand 50% of his internal strength.

This was achieved only if he used his internal force to destroy the bones and joints of the rice dumpling. If he didn't use any skills, it is estimated that this rice dumpling could withstand 70% of his strength.

After Yi Tianheng came to the conclusion, he was a little surprised. This world is quite scary. Just a rice dumpling raised in an ordinary grave can already resist being beaten so much. He doesn't know what other powerful characters there will be.

Now that there are rice dumplings, do ghosts, demons, and demons also exist?

An hour later, the sky was already bright. When the first ray of dark clouds broke through and fell into the coffin, foam formed all over the Zongzi, gradually turning into a puddle of pus.

For a moment, the sound of frying lard was heard all around the tomb, and a foul smell filled the air.

Yi Tian held his breath and did not leave. He wanted to see the changes in the rice dumpling.

"Sure enough, sunlight is the nemesis of all evil things. It uses righteousness to defeat evil and yang to defeat yin."

The clothes on Zongzi gradually turned into ashes and merged into the pool of pus. Yi Tianheng guessed that these clothes must have been preserved over the years by relying on the Yin Qi of Zongzi. Now that the Yin Qi has dissipated, these clothes will also be preserved.

No more.

"Huh? What is this?"

He saw that after the head of the rice dumpling turned into pus, a bright blue bead gradually emerged.