A thousand feet into the abyss, there were ghostly cries that lingered.
Thousands of feet into the abyss, there were bluestone coffins hanging on the cliff walls on both sides of the cliff. There were faint fluctuations circulating in the coffins, and the ghostly cries turned into ghostly howls.
It was as if there were several ferocious beasts fighting at the bottom of the abyss.
The deeper they went, the colder and the bitter cold became. Ordinary Heaven Immortals would probably not be able to hold on and could not go any deeper.
"Yang Jian, look, why are the stone coffins at the side open?"
Lü Chunyang suddenly spoke. Yang Jian only then noticed the abnormality.
Above fifteen hundred feet, the bluestone coffins were all closed, and there were very few that were open. The auras were not very strong. Yang Jian and Lü Chunyang restrained their auras and descended all the way, so they did not alarm the corpse cultivators in the coffins.
However, when they descended to the bottom of the Nether Stream, the number of stone coffins on both sides gradually increased, and they were neatly hung on the edge of the cliff.
And these stone coffins were all open.
It would have been fine if the corpse cultivators in the stone coffins had jumped out en masse. However, upon closer inspection, most of the corpse cultivators in the stone coffins were either in a deep sleep or in a state of seclusion. They were not alarmed.
Looking at the stone coffins again, the lids were half open, as if someone had opened the stone coffins from the outside and looked inside …
"Let's go down and take a look," Yang Jian said in a low voice. The two of them continued to dive. This time, they used their Dharmic powers and Xuanqi, and the speed of their descent suddenly increased.
Further down, the number of bluestone coffins decreased sharply, but the auras in the stone coffins became stronger.
Similarly, these stone coffins were also torn open, but the corpse cultivators inside were not destroyed.
Corpse cultivators were originally going against the heavens, and it was too difficult. Moreover, they only absorbed the death aura and ghost aura in the Nether Stream of the North Sea, and did not harm the human world.
"There seems to be someone fighting below!" Lü Chunyang was also a little anxious. "Let's go, there might be some treasure born!"
Yang Jian was speechless.
Lü Chunyang was Daira Jinxian, and his Nascent Divinity was much stronger than Yang Jian's. Yang Jian's divine sense was obstructed in the Nether Stream, but Lü Chunyang could see far away with his powerful divine sense.
There was no difference between the Primordial Soul Dao and physical body cultivation. Both had their own merits.
After descending another three thousand feet, the two of them reached the bottom of the Nether Stream.
Beneath his feet was a layer of jade that was emitting a dark green light. It was the Netherworld Ghost Jade, which was considered a precious material for refining weapons. However, it was not something that Yang Jian and Lü Chunyang were interested in.
Due to the heavy aura of death, the seawater had already turned into a viscous liquid.
Behind them, the seawater gradually became clear. In front of them was the roiling blood, and the sounds of fighting could be faintly heard from within the blood.
There must be the real mystery of the Nether Stream, and it was also the Taoist field of those corpse cultivators.
Yang Jian came to find Liu Ya, and he did not want to get involved in other things. He said, "Brother, would you like to stay in my belt for a while? I will use the method of transformation to go ahead and check."
Lü Chunyang frowned and looked at Yang Jian, saying, "Are you worried that I will drag you down?"
"Of course not," Yang Jian said seriously, "If I am in a hard fight, and you suddenly rush out of my arms, how can the enemy resist?"
When Lü Chunyang heard this, he immediately nodded and let down his guard. He was put into the living gem that was brought by Black Tortoise by Yang Jian.
The Celestial Hound was also inside. Fortunately, the Celestial Hound had eaten the black bead produced by the pig demon, and was sleeping soundly, unwilling to wake up.
The voice of Lü Chunyang came from the belt, "I will lead the way for you with my Divine Awareness. You can use the transformation."
"Mn." Yang Jian responded. The Seventy-Two Transformations had long since reached the point of perfection. Immediately, he transformed into a swarthy black fish with a layer of Profound Handle wrapped around his body, and directly rushed into the area filled with tainted blood.
Not long after he entered, he saw a coffin that was completely different from the previous cyan stone coffins. The coffin was blood-red in color, and there was still a strong aura remaining in it. It was probably at the level of a Perfected Golden Immortal.
Yang Jian moved closer to take a look. The corpse cultivator in the coffin was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps someone had opened the coffin all the way here and alarmed this expert, causing a fight to break out in front of it …
Continuing to swim, Yang Jian saw three or four empty coffins along the way.
The deeper he went into the Nether Stream, the more coffins there were. When Yang Jian approached the whirlpool in the deepest part of the Nether Stream, he had already found seventeen empty coffins.
The seventeen coffins were seventeen Daira realm corpse cultivators?
"Brother, be careful. There are a lot of masters here. They are all fighting in that whirlpool. They seem to be fighting for the same thing."
The same thing?
Yang Jian's eyes lit up. Could it be that they were fighting for the jade coffin that carried Six Ya?
He didn't dare to stay any longer. With a shake of his tail, Yang Jian broke through the thick blood water and rushed to the tornado-like whirlpool like a sharp arrow.
Now, he had the combat power of a Sage-to-be. As long as there was no existence at the level of a quasi-sect master among the corpse cultivators, Yang Jian was really not afraid.
The whirlpool in the deepest part of the Nether Stream was not formed by the fight of the group of masters, but it had always existed.
When Yang Jian approached, he noticed that the whirlpool was actually a thousand feet in diameter. Streams of blood surged out of it and merged into the seawater. It was a spectacular sight.
When he looked up, he could not see where it was formed at all. When he looked down, he could not see where the whirlpool led to.
Lü Chunyang said from his belt, "This should be the end of the Santu River."
"Yes." Yang Jian sensed carefully. Although the place was rich in Ghost Qi and filled with filthy blood, when he sensed carefully, the filthy blood contained a pure power of extreme Yin even though it did not look good.
How could Yin and Yang be divided into good and bad?
Continuing to swing his tail, Yang Jian plunged into the whirlpool. Suddenly, the front was empty, as if he had passed through a Cosmic Door and entered a Small World …
He never thought that there would be such a paradise-like scenery in the place where the filthy blood gathered.
In front of him, the whirlpool was like a transparent wall, reflecting pink light. When he looked up, there were spots of starlight, and when he looked down, there were clouds and rosy clouds.
A small island that was thousands of feet in diameter floated above the sea of clouds. The island was filled with strange flowers and fruits, and they were all treasures of the Netherworld. There was a 'spring' in the center of the island, and spiritual energy that was almost condensed into water surged out continuously, arching a jade coffin.
That jade coffin!
Wasn't it the one he saw on the other side half a month ago? There must be a young girl sleeping soundly in it!
"That's it!" Yang Jian sent a voice transmission to Lü Chunyang. "The old friend I'm looking for is in that jade coffin!"
"Oh?" Lü Chunyang's heart was pounding.
Because no matter how he looked at it, the jade coffin was extraordinary, and it was located in the treasure land in the deepest part of the Nether Stream. Logically speaking, this should be the most powerful corpse cultivator in the Nether Stream.
Looking at the group of figures fighting around the island, most of them had transcendence energy that was about the same as his. Then, the person lying inside the jade coffin that they were risking their lives to protect should at least be a quasi-sect master corpse cultivator …
Thinking of this, Lü Chunyang asked a little uneasily, "Are you sure, you're really here to visit a friend?"
Yang Jian smiled, and he was in a good mood. He turned into a swimming fish and headed straight for the jade coffin.
Those fellows fighting around the island, let them fight!
Eh, there seems to be something wrong …
Yang Jian suddenly stopped swimming, and carefully stared at the figures fighting over there.
Seventeen Daira realm corpse cultivators were surrounding and attacking one person, not because they wanted to fight over the jade coffin.
Most of the corpse cultivators were in human form, but they weren't as ferocious and ferocious as Yang Jian had imagined. Instead, they were all handsome men and beautiful women, with flesh and blood, and some of them even emitted some immortal aura.
And the person surrounded and attacked by the corpse cultivators was dressed in white, and he had a handsome appearance. With only a folding fan, he relied on his thick transcendence energy to continuously resolve the attacks of these corpse cultivators, and slowly moved towards the jade coffin …
Why did this man in white look a little familiar?
"What's wrong?" Lü Chunyang asked in confusion.
Yang Jian said in a low voice, "Can you see the background of that person in white?"
"I can't … He doesn't seem to be human, although his aura is ethereal and illusory, there's a demonic aura that can't be concealed … Could he be a mighty figure of the demonic race? Why haven't I heard of him before? "
Yang Jian said, "I'll go to the jade coffin first, then we'll talk."
"Mm, be careful, this person in white is not easy to deal with, even if you and I work together, we won't be able to deal with him."
Yang Jian swam more cautiously, and slowly approached the jade coffin. His figure also became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller, until finally, he became like a tadpole, and if one's eyesight wasn't good, they really wouldn't be able to see him.
But when Yang Jian was still 500 feet away from the jade coffin, for some unknown reason, he triggered the layout of this place, and a sharp whistling sound came from below.
Looking down, he saw that it was a Human-faced Ghost Flower, and at this moment, it was using its branches to point at Yang Jian, crying out in the direction of the chaotic battlefield.
"Damn it!" Lü Chunyang cursed, "Hurry up and rush over!"
Before Lü Chunyang finished speaking, Yang Jian had already used the Transformation Technique again, turning into the fastest Cloud Piercing Swallow, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the side of the jade coffin!
In human form, Yang Jian wanted to directly carry the jade coffin, but he felt that this jade coffin was incomparably heavy, and with his strength, he actually couldn't carry it?
"You dare!"
A loud shout came from behind him, but Yang Jian ignored it. His arms bulged, his teeth clenched, his hands gripped the jade coffin, and suddenly exerted force.
"Up!"
Rumble —
That jade coffin, was actually being pulled up bit by bit by Yang Jian!
Along with it, the entire whirlpool seemed like it was about to collapse, and everywhere was violently shaking.
Suddenly, a loud shout came, "Stinking brat, don't touch the coffin! That's the treasure that blocked the Three Roads River! Just directly open the coffin lid! "
This voice was very familiar to Yang Jian, and he subconsciously loosened his strength, turning his head to look at the source of the voice … It was actually that handsome man in white!?
Wait a minute, why does this voice sound so much like that of a virtuous old senior? It was the one who was extremely good at swindling people!
"Bai Ze?"
"It's me!" The corpse cultivators around the white-clothed man all rushed to Yang Jian's side. Seeing that Yang Jian was still in a daze, Bai Ze hurriedly shouted, "Why aren't you running! Can you beat so many of them? "
Yang Jian leisurely smiled, patted his belt, and calmly sprinkled out the Peerless Sword Light!
But Yang Jian's hands were fast, and while the corpse cultivators were blocked by the Sword Light, he slapped the lid of the jade coffin, and the coffin lid was easily pushed open by him …
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