After hesitating for a while, Yang Anlan decided to spend another ten thousand years of life.

After some skillful operation and transformation, he found that the activation energy was still insufficient and he could not realize the life instructions he had written before.

"I have been krypton for 20,000 years, and the life essence I stored before is not good!"

"Then continue, I won't believe it..."

Next, Yang Anlan began to constantly knelt down on the innate essence and transform the essence of life.

Going over and over again.

Moreover, the krypton life level every time is the foundation of ten thousand years.

In the end, all of them were finally settled. He spent 100,000 years of krypton life, plus the large amount of life energy he had stored before.

The life command finally changed.

【Life Editing】

Editing instructions: Branding the bronze coffin of the three generations is passive and passive

Execution status: Start command

Convert energy: Life essence

"Finally... enough!" Yang Anlan made the final confirmation without hesitation: "Start the command!"

The next moment.

The huge energy of life, like a mountain collapse and tsunami, surged out of its innate talent and transformed into a new law energy.

Capture the rhythm of the avenues that Yang Anlan leans on by himself.

Distinguish and peel off the parts that are only related to the self-observation of the divine objects, copy and imprint them in every cell, and turn them into their own passive ability of the essence of life.

at the same time.

His own special fluctuations that he has as an instrument are also beginning to weaken rapidly.

In the end, it completely disappeared.

"Oh, I'm so heartbroken after losing a 100,000-year life span!"

"But I have to protect myself like this."

Yang Anlan leaned against the small coffin and sighed secretly.

He looked a little sad.

"Only eight thousand years' lifespan is left, it's so short..."

He was in a bad mood and in the sea of ​​consciousness, his soul caught the little soul of the crocodile ancestor and beat him up to vent.

By the way, copy the Taoist fruit rules of branding the crocodile ancestor.

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...

When everyone is panic and fearful, or resting in silence and being careful.

So, about seven hours later.

The unlucky scapegoat sitting next to Ye Fan was finally discovered.

Liu Yunzhi, Wang Yan and others once again snatched Ye Fan and Pang Bo, just like two groundhogs fighting, disliked each other.

Zhou Yi, Lin Jia, Kade and others are like the third groundhog.

Talk about this and that one at a time.

Not long.

Even dozens of other people were attracted by the movements here and became the fourth and fifth groundhogs to watch the fun...

As for Yang Anlan, he was still leaning against the small coffin alone.

Sleeping to beat the crocodile ancestor.

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...

After a while, I stood up.

Ye Fan had a clear understanding of his classmates and then began to prove his innocence.

At the cost of the death of a little god crocodile, everyone's IQ was pulled to a state of owing intellectual interest, fooling them through the test, making everyone completely ignore the clear marks on the unlucky boy's neck.

After all, the little god crocodile has no claws and cannot pinch people at all.

Soon, the inside of the copper coffin fell into chaos again, and everyone was searching for the little god crocodile.

Everyone is so nervous.

Ye Fan, who was standing on the ground inside the copper coffin, vaguely heard a wave of unusual sounds. He asked Pang Bo beside him, "Did you hear any sound?"

"I heard that someone was snoring before." Pang Bo showed admiration on his face and whispered: "In such a place, you can sleep like a dead pig."

"This man is not very brave."

Hearing Pang Bo's words, Ye Fan knew in his heart that he had not heard the faint, vague sound of chanting scriptures.

Think carefully.

He turned around and walked towards the center of the copper coffin alone, and came to the small coffin.

When he arrived here, Ye Fan obviously noticed that the mysterious chanting of scriptures had become louder. Not only that, he also clearly sensed that his pocket was heating up.

He reached into his pocket and touched it, and took out a Bodhi seed.

"Is it the Bodhisattva's enlightenment effect?"

He took out the Bodhi seed, held it tightly in the palm of his right hand, and put the other hand on the small coffin, quietly listening to the mysterious chanting of scriptures.

Before he knew it, the temperament revealed by Ye Fan became obviously different.

There is less mundane and more ethereal.

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...

After Ye Fan heard the mysterious chanting of scriptures many times and wrote down the scriptures thoroughly, he let go of his left hand and put away the Bodhis seeds without moving.

Turn around and sit back next to Pang Bo.

Stay silent, wait patiently, and wait for that completely unknown and confused future.

Suddenly, everyone heard a strange sound. Although it was very weak and almost inaudible, it shook people's minds!

The sound of drums seemed to be coming from the distant time and space, dull and full of sorrow.

Then, another bell rang, sadness filled with ethereal and real.

"Where did the sound come from?"

Everyone was shocked and looked around, but found nothing.

The sound of drums and sad bells seemed to penetrate the wall of the coffin, which made people feel a little creepy.

"This... could it be the mourning song of the ancient emperor when he was buried?"

"We're staying in the coffin now..."

"Don't talk..."

...

Suddenly, more sounds came.

It was like there was endless sound of mourning, and tens of thousands of people were worshiping and praying for a person's funeral.

The bell of death rings and the drums of sorrow are bursting.

It was as if an endless and grand funeral was presented to everyone, and there were endless seas of people in the world, all of whom were grief and praying.

Just then.

Nine consecutive high-pitched dragon roars suddenly resounded through the sky, shaking the rivers and mountains, and spreading throughout the earth.

It seems like there is a real picture engraved into the starry sky of history...

"The god relics in our hands have shined again!"

At this moment, the divine light shone.

The artifacts of the Great Leiyin Temple in everyone's hands are shining brightly.

But it was not that the divine power was restored, but that it was almost exhausted. Thousands of divine light flowed out, all rushing towards the wall of the bronze giant coffin.

They all sank into the ancient bronze engravings.

The wall of the coffin is covered with green copper rust, but it is still difficult to cover up the pictures of ancient ancestors and ancient gods.

At this moment, they were all shining brightly, as if they were about to be resurrected.

The engravings of those wild beasts and divine birds have also become lifelike, and these ancient bronze engravings are full of mysterious power.

"Look, the picture of that starry sky is flashing...!"

"There is a thin line flashing on this starry sky carving picture. Could it be the ancient starry sky road we have walked through?"

"Hiss, it's so long..."

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Everyone was discussing it there, and Yang Anlan also pressed the little soul of the crocodile ancestor under his soul, and continued to imprint and copy its laws and principles.
Chapter completed!