Chapter 1022

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely. He slammed his left hand down, and the red lines around him lit up. With the intention of expelling evil, they contracted and wrapped around Mengqi's pale and gloomy hand. Silver needles engraved with tiny symbols shot out and fell into the mud like rain.

At the same time, his right hand became soft and slippery. He pulled it back forcefully!

The pale skin twitched slightly, the red lines cracked, and the silver needles rolled back. The middle-aged man felt that Meng Qi's hand was like a cold iron clamp, tightly clamping him, and he could not break free!

He flipped his left hand, and a mottled bronze mirror appeared. There seemed to be a sun hidden in it, emitting a scorching light. The quaint wooden stake lit up with a misty green light, blocking the Yin Qi and falling down.

The light condensed into a beam and shone on Mengqi's hand, making a sizzling sound. But it was still pale and gloomy, and there was no sign of it being burnt or melted.

The middle-aged man's heart beat faster. He knew that he had encountered an extremely terrifying dumpling. He clenched his left hand into a fist and let the bronze mirror fall. He bent his finger, and the first part of his finger glowed green and red like it was made of glass!

Clang!

The finger touched Mengqi's pulse with some kind of indescribable power. But it was like poking a metal, an extremely strong metal!

The middle-aged man's eyes popped out, and he said repeatedly, "Brother, please spare me! Every debt has a debtor. I was just passing by and accidentally stuck my hand into your grave. It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! "

"I'll buy some incense and paper money to burn for you. If you need anything, just tell me!"

He was so panicked that he did not care about his face at all. He wanted to use a big move, but his right hand was held by Meng Qi, and he was afraid that he would die with him!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his disciple's blank expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched with a faint smile. The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Little Ru, what are you looking at? Come and help me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a weight on his right hand. He saw the soil fly up, and a white figure sat up. His pupils immediately contracted.

"Brother! No, father! Grandpa! Let me go! "

Mengqi's Primordial Spirit returned to his body, and the death intent faded. The paleness and gloom disappeared instantly. His expression was cold, and his eyes were as dark as ink.

"Grandpa, grandpa, eh …" The middle-aged man was stunned, and he heard the bell-like laughter of his disciple.

"Grandpa, grandpa, eh …" The middle-aged man was stunned, and heard the bell-like laughter of his disciple.

"Damn it, I've traveled far and wide, and it's not like I've never been caught by a dumpling before. I just didn't expect that my corpse would come back to life so quickly. But now, a dumpling has become a swordsman.

"Master, this brother and I are of the same generation." Little Ru guessed that Meng Qi had used a secret method to hide his vitality so that he could experience the feeling of dying. Her big eyes rolled and she looked at her master with a smile.

The middle-aged man coughed and said, "I'm getting old. I've been hunting geese all day long, but today, I've been pecked in the eye by the geese. Little brother, please have mercy."

He just wanted to quickly brush off what had happened just now.

Meng Qi looked at him thoughtfully, recalling the experience just now. Before he 'died', he did see some scenes, but he couldn't see them clearly. He didn't know if it was a replay of his life or something about reincarnation.

What did the others who were buried here experience? "But they are all dead …"

"But they are all dead …"

The middle-aged man was scared by Mengqi's gaze. He almost knelt down, but he immediately felt Mengqi let go of him. He hurriedly took a few steps back.

"When you rob tombs, have you ever seen the deceased write anything on the coffin or soil? Or leave anything? "Mengqi's heart skipped a beat. He stood up without bending his legs or moving his feet.

Most of the people buried here were experts of the Exterior. If they tried their best before death, they could connect with the Force of Heaven and Earth and leave relevant information.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and whispered, "What kind of tomb robber cares about the feelings of the corpse before death …"

He quickly hid his expression and said seriously, "All the tombs I rob have Restrictive Spells. They either self-destruct, or only part of the items can be salvaged. They can't see the words."

The mysterious girl, Little Ru, nodded. "Although Master likes to lie, what he said just now was from the bottom of his heart."

"Little Ru, it doesn't seem appropriate to say it was from the bottom of his heart …" The middle-aged man muttered.

Mengqi kept looking at his eyes, sensing his emotional changes. Seeing that he was not lying, he asked, "Are you from the Great Jin Dynasty?"

"Little brother, are you from the Great Jin Dynasty too?" The middle-aged man seemed to want to put on a tearful show. "I'm Song Bingde. I've been away from home for many years, wandering in the Southern Wilderness. I finally reached the realm of the Exterior, but I can't return home in glory and see my fellow villagers …"

"Can't return home in glory?" Mengqi asked coldly.

"What did this guy do?"

Song Bingde sighed. "I just touched the tomb of an ancestor of a tribe and was cursed. I can't leave the Southern Wilderness for the rest of my life."

The petite girl, Little Ru, finally gave up, as if she didn't want to expose her Master.

Mengqi knew that Song Bingde's words were not trustworthy. He was considering if he should check his karma and use Yuxu to calculate when he felt two strong breaths approaching. They landed at the entrance of the valley and quickly entered.

"The Yi brothers." Song Bingde was delighted. He turned to Little Ru and said, "Hide quickly. Yi Meng is a Peerless Master Pro who is half a step away from becoming a grandmaster. He must be here to bury himself!"

Little Ru rolled her eyes at her Master. "Yi Meng is dying but Yi Xin is still alive. They are close brothers and will definitely choose to guard the tomb. You and I are only at the Three-fold Heaven, how can we deal with a Peerless Master Pro?"

"That's true …" Song Bingde murmured. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he looked at Mengqi. There was a powerful master here. If he was not a Peerless Master Pro, then he was a grandmaster!

Meng Qi ignored his gaze, but through the conversation between the master and his disciple, he roughly figured out the identity of the visitor.

The Yi brothers were known as the "Golden Blade and Silver Sword". They were famous heretical masters in the Southern Wilderness. They were both at the peak of the Sixth-fold Heaven and lived in the Huangdang Mountain. They were not evil but they were capricious and had killed many people.

In the blink of an eye, the Yi brothers stepped into the valley. They looked very similar. Both had white hair, short eyebrows, and hooked noses. One was holding a golden blade while the other was holding a silver sword. The former was Yi Meng and the latter was Yi Xin.

Yi Meng's breath was obviously weaker than Yi Xin's. His body exuded an aura of death. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was about to die.

Due to the mist, he only saw Mengqi and the others after turning around the cliff. He squinted his eyes and shouted,

"Get lost!"

Who would be willing to have outsiders watching them die?

The fact that he was about to die made Yi Meng feel terrible!

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Blood red rocks fell from above like rain. Mengqi's Primordial Spirit felt as if a golden blade had covered the sky and enveloped him.

He snorted and the temperature of the valley suddenly rose. The rocks were scorched and the ground melted. Rays of light fell from the sky and dispersed Yi Meng's breath. It was like the light of the Grand Sun and a pure sword will.

Yi Meng's body was set ablaze and he took a few steps back. If this was a normal fight, his momentum would have been suppressed and he would have revealed his weakness!

Yi Xin stepped forward with his silver sword and stood side by side with his elder brother. He felt that the white-robed swordsman's breath was majestic and powerful. His sword will was extremely sharp and he felt like a grandmaster!

At this moment, Desolation, who was not far away, said, "If you destroy this place, the Soaring Sky Race will fight you to the death!"

The Yi brothers took the opportunity to stop. Mengqi also restrained his breath. He had some thoughts in his mind.

Seeing that Mengqi had stepped aside, the Yi brothers continued deeper into the valley. Song Bingde sighed. There was a grave but he could not dig it. It made him feel bored.

The young girl, A Ru, smiled brightly and bowed. "It must be fate that we met. How should I address you, brother?"

"Nameless. Nameless sword, nameless person." Mengqi said calmly.

"Nice to meet you, Brother Nameless!" A Ru had a dimple on her left side but it did not affect her beauty.

Mengqi vaguely felt that A Ru was very strange. She looked young and innocent, as if she was not shrewd. However, there was an unshakable sense of maturity in her actions. As an Exterior master, Mengqi did not believe that she was younger than him.

Mengqi pretended to be cold and did not say much. He waited patiently. After a while, he sensed the change in Qi Ji and realized that Yi Meng had been buried. He walked over and saw that the grave had been erected. Yi Xin sat cross-legged in a crack beside the grave with a sad expression.

"Before the members of the Everlasting Tribe die, they will leave hints and tokens for their clansmen to find their reincarnated bodies. Are you sitting there waiting for your brother to return?" Mengqi said calmly.

His words were earth-shattering and made Yi Xin stand up. "That's right! I have to find my reincarnated body according to the hints. How can I wait passively?"

The Exterior masters who came to Everlasting Valley in the beginning imitated the Everlasting Tribe. They were buried after death but did not leave any hints. Later, it was rumored that the terrain was the key to reincarnation. That was why they were buried before death and reincarnated in the valley. After all, their environment had been completely destroyed by the Blood Sea Rakshasa!

Therefore, year after year, no one thought about leaving hints before death. It seemed that as long as they were buried here, their reincarnated bodies would return one day.

Yi Xin strode forward and removed the restrictive spells and curses. Song Bingde was stunned. Wu Ming did not even need to rob the grave himself. He just used his mouth to order the victim to dig up the grave?

After a long time, the coffin was revealed. Yi Xin took a deep breath and opened it carefully.

A sharp sound of friction rang out and the situation inside was revealed. Song Bingde took a closer look and gasped.

Yi Meng was indeed dead. However, his eyes were wide open and extremely frightening!

Mengqi and Yi Xin's psyche spread out and soon found the crooked words left on the coffin.

"I see another me …"

"Another me …" Mengqi's expression turned serious. There was something strange about Everlasting Valley!

But why couldn't he see it?

Was it because he had faked his death and not really died?

As he thought about it, Huang, who had followed him here, was pleasantly surprised. He quickly went back and destroyed the grave of "Gu", trying to find the message and find the reincarnated body of the elder.

Mengqi waited and watched quietly. However, he suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger and blurted out,

"Stop!"

Huang could not stop. The restrictive spells were removed and the coffin was opened. An evil and terrifying breath rushed into the sky!