"Do you want to know the reason?"

Seibei smiled, and the smile was a little confused.

"It depends on whether you say it or not."

"Haha, if you want to know the answer to the question, you can only find it yourself."

This is the sentence again!

The Saibei sells mystery, and it seems that there are many things that have not been explained to Feng Wuxin.

"Okay, my time is coming. A thousand years have left my soul bit by bit. Now that you have appeared, I have no regrets anymore."

After waiting for a thousand years, Seibei wanted to see who the woman who finally got the Eternal Life Skill was, but now, he knew it, and really knew it. It turned out that the gears of fate had already turned, whether it was Jiang Han or Ling'er, or he or everyone in the world, from the moment when the demon fox inner alchemy reappeared, they had become chess pieces on the chessboard, in order to use Jiang Han's hand to get the Eternal Life Skill back to the real

The right master.

As Sai Bei's body turned into a transparent color bit by bit, Feng Wuxin heard the location of the Eternal Life Art that he was talking about.

Just as Saibei completely disappeared, Feng Wuxin's eyes were white again. Then, when the white mist dissipated, a pair of warm hands gently stroked her cheeks.

The temperature that came from those palms made people nostalgic. I raised my head and my blood-red eyes met the eyes of the phoenix. There was a hint of confusion in Feng Wuxin's eyes, but it quickly dissipated.

"Madam, Madam!"

Jiang Moyi kept calling Feng Wuxin. When he saw the blood-red eyes regaining their brightness, a worried heart fell, but he still kept calling Feng Wuxin.

"Madam, it's all for the husband. You shouldn't read these books for your husband. Madam rest assured that no matter what method you use to do, you will restore your wife to normal."

Words echoed in Feng Wuxin's ears, slowly flowing into the cold heart, melting it.

But the next second, Jiang Moyi covered his lips and kissed Feng Wuxin's corners with warm lips. She finally knew what "no matter what method" means.

With a bang, Feng Wuxin raised his feet and kicked Jiang Moyi on the calves, his bloody eyes chilling.

"roll."

"Madam, you are awake, so you can feel at ease for your husband."

With a look of relieved expression, Jiang Moyi showed no mistakes in the emotions, but Feng Wuxin showed a little inhumane.

Feng Wuxin knew that this guy must have done it on purpose, which made her almost believe Jiang Moyi.

"What do you do, Madam?"

Seeing Feng Wuxin turn and leave, Jiang Moyi, who was bound by a concentric chain, followed Feng Wuxin and left the cabin.

Just as the two of them left the wooden house, with a bang, the wooden house collapsed in an instant, and the layer of mist surrounding the wooden house also disappeared.

"You're okay, Wuxin."

"Master Feng, are you okay?"

Everyone heard the sound and rushed over. Seeing Feng Wuxin and Jiang Moyi safe, they felt relieved.

"Master Feng, I checked around and found no exit."

Han Qing shook his head and searched all around him, but he didn't find any way to leave. Moreover, it was such a big place in the forest, and they seemed to have been walking for a long time.

"let's go."

Feng Wuxin took a look at the collapsed wooden house, came to the place where the lonely grave was located and found a new tombstone, and wrote the four big words "The Tomb of the North" on the tombstone.

"Master Feng, who is Saibei?"

"A passerby who only met for a short moment."

Feng Wuxin used a passerby to describe Saibei in just a moment. Whether for Saibei or Feng Wuxin, the acquaintance between the two was in a dream.

Now that the north of the Pass has entered the cycle of reincarnation, someone must remember him.

Before leaving, Sai Bei had already told Feng Wuxin about the place where Changsheng Jue was sitting.

Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking at the fairyland on earth with birds singing and flowers fragrance, she believed that no matter whether it is Saibei or Yanrou, she would be reincarnated and live the life she wanted.

Probably, the woman named Yan Rou has been waiting for the North.

"What is the lady looking at?"

"Nothing, go."

After leaving the valley, Feng Wuxin looked for the path of the northern tip of the river to continue walking down.

"What exactly is this place and why there are such valleys underground, it's really puzzling."

Monk Han Qing and others naturally had never seen such a spectacle. If they had not followed the Phoenix Lord to the tomb, they would have never seen these amazing scenes in their lifetime.

"After the death of the Jiang Kingdom, some cultivators used secret techniques to transform the catacomb into what they are today."

Feng Wuxin solved the doubts in the hearts of the monk and others.

"How do you know?"

Jiang Qingmo, who was standing aside, looked at Feng Wuxin, who suddenly understood many things, with curious eyes, and his expression seemed to know a lot of things they didn't know.

Intuition told Jiang Qingmo that something unusual must have happened to the two of them after entering the wooden house. Everything can be seen from Feng Wuxin's expression.

“Want to know?”

Feng Wuxin kept it a secret, but he didn't tell Jiang Qingmo.

Besides, even if you say it, others will probably not believe anything.

Since I entered the tomb, I have forgotten the time. Maybe an hour has passed, or maybe a month has passed. In short, everyone has been staying in the tomb for a long time.

Almost three hours later, the third huge stone gate blocked Feng Wuxin and his friends' way.

Standing in front of the huge stone door, Feng Wuxin reached out and gently touched the stones on the stone door. After placing them one by one, he heard a rumbling sound, and a soft light slowly appeared behind the huge stone door, covering people in a warmth.

"arrive."

The Eternal Life Skill is here.

Before the north of the Seibei disappeared, she had told her that the story of immortality was at the center of the entire tomb, and it was also the place where Jiang Han, the former emperor of Jiang Kingdom, was buried.

The moment the huge stone door opened, with the warm light, another coffin appeared in front of everyone.

The thick coffin was a transparent color, suspended in the air, and around the coffin was a powerful force, like a huge hand holding the hearts of everyone tightly.

"Is this... the tomb of the Senior Emperor Jiang Guo?"

Even Feng Wuxin had never seen such a scene. The transparent coffin floating in the air, a man's body was lying intact in the coffin, sleeping peacefully. At first glance, it was no different from the sleeping living person. He didn't want to die at all. He had been dead for thousands of years.

"Supreme Master, I've found it!" Just as Feng Wuxin and others stepped forward, another group of people rushed into the tomb, and these people were cultivators who were Luo Yujun.
Chapter completed!