After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

"At that time, your master had an extremely evil personality... He was domineering and would often cross borders to fight others. In the process of fighting, he was inevitably injured."

"So she often came to me for treatment, and we became good friends."

"So what happened next?" Lin Chuan and Jiang Wanying looked at Li Yue curiously. After all, their master would never tell them about such things.

"Later, your master felt that I was holding her back, so she forced me to practice sword skills. It was she who taught me the sword technique at that time." Li Yue's tone was gloomy, as if she was lost in a bad memory.

"It seems that Sister Li is also very talented in kendo." Lin Chuan clearly remembered how discerning Xu Hanyi was in selecting his disciples when he became their apprentice.

"It's... it's okay. I..."

Before Li Yue finished speaking, something strange happened!

"Tick!"

A drop of red liquid flowed out from the gap in the coffin.

Then, the red liquid flowed more and more, and finally formed a trickle, slowly flowing towards the ground.

"What is this?" Li Yue was just about to get closer to see what was flowing out when a strong smell of blood hit her nose.

Li Yue covered her nose and suddenly pulled Lin Chuan and Jiang Wanying back.

"What is this? Blood?" Jiang Wanying covered her nose and frowned. Even though she was far away from the black coffin, the pungent smell of blood still wafted over.

"No matter what it is, I'm going to burn this coffin, and then we'll go look inside the house to see if there's any trace of Master." Lin Chuan felt that since the coffin was so strange, if he just let it go into the room, it might cause some trouble.

"Fire control!"

A cluster of black and white flames shot out from Lin Chuan's palm.

"go with!"

The flame that seemed to be about to go out at any time flew out immediately and landed on the black coffin like a thorn in the flesh.

After feeling the scorching heat, the black coffin began to frantically absorb the red liquid flowing from its opening. Soon, its entire body seemed to be coated with a layer of red paint, turning from black to dark red.

"Achuan, let me help you." Seeing that Lin Chuan's flames could not ignite the coffin, Jiang Wanying stood in front of Lin Chuan. Her half-white black hair like a waterfall seemed to have its own life. It moved automatically without wind, like strands of lively silk threads dancing.

"Phoenix Flame Burning Heaven Art!

Jiang Wanying shouted coldly, and then a blazing flame surged around her body, forming a giant phoenix. The phoenix spread its wings and flew high, rushing towards the blood coffin with endless power.

"Ah~" A sigh was heard again, and the flame handed over by Lin Chuan and Jiang Wanying was extinguished instantly!

"Boom!"

The lid of the blood coffin seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, slowly moving to the side, making a dull and strange sound.

The once tightly closed gap now resembled the opening of the gates of hell, shedding a dark, eerie light. A hand as white as white jade struggled to reach out from the narrow gap, fingers slightly bent, as if probing the outside world. The skin of this hand was so delicate that the veins could almost be seen, as if carved from the purest jade, yet it exuded a chilling chill.

It seemed to be struggling hard, trying to break free from the bloody coffin that had imprisoned it for so long, crawling out from the dark abyss and bringing terror and death to this world. As the hand gradually extended, a low roar could be heard faintly from within the bloody coffin, as if the trapped evil spirit was roaring unwillingly, which made people shudder.

"Damn, is this a world of immortal cultivation or a world of zombies!"

Lin Chuan was too tired to complain. Others who cultivated immortality could cover the heavens with one hand, ruling the world for eternity, but for him, the result was nothing but fog, paper figurines, ancient houses, and zombies. Couldn't the gap be so huge?

"You guys step back!" Li Yue pulled Jiang Wanying and Lin Chuan behind her, staring vigilantly at the hand reaching out from the blood coffin.

"The night is long and silent, the wind is cool. I am alone, my heart is wandering..." The voice, half crying, half crying, accompanied by the ancient ballad, echoed again. Like the wail of a night owl, it was particularly abrupt in the silent courtyard.

"Who are you?" Li Yue frowned and asked in the direction of the coffin.

"Recalling the past years, the love is unforgettable, thinking of your face, tears flow..."

The person in the coffin didn't seem to hear Li Yue's words and continued to cry and sing.

"That's offending."

If I can't chop this coffin, can I chop your hand? Li Yue held the jade flute and chopped at the hand outside the blood coffin.

"The fallen flowers drift along the water. The old dreams are broken, and the pain is heartbreaking..."

The mournful cries continued, but paper money slowly fell from the foggy sky.

"boom!"

Li Yue, holding the jade flute, struck the hand fiercely. But the fair hand remained as firm as an indestructible rock, not even a trace of white remained.

"Qin Lang, it's been a thousand years, and you still haven't come back." A resentful voice came from the coffin.

"In that case, I will go out and kill everyone related to you. You care about the people around you the most, so you will definitely not watch me kill them, right?"

"That must be the case. When I take action against the people around you, you will definitely be unable to sit still. Then, you will come to see me..."

Before Lin Chuan and the other two could react, the coffin lid suddenly dropped, revealing a woman in a bright red wedding dress. Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet possessed a chilling coldness that made one shudder.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were like bottomless pools, and her red lips parted slightly, as if uttering a thousand years of resentment. The gold embroidery on her wedding dress gleamed in the dim light, adding a touch of mystery and terror.

"Are you people close to Qin Lang?" The woman slowly raised her head and stared at Lin Chuan and the other two with a puzzled look.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

The woman raised her hand slightly, then gently pressed it down. Lin Chuan and the other two suddenly felt a huge pressure coming towards them.

"puff!"

Lin Chuan's face turned pale in an instant and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Achuan!"

Jiang Wanying walked towards Lin Chuan with difficulty and held Lin Chuan in her arms.

"Immortal Realm? Why does an Immortal Realm exist here?!"

Li Yue looked at the woman sitting in the blood coffin with disbelief. After all, only those above the Tribulation Realm could suppress her with a single wave of their hands.

"Not dead yet? Have I been asleep for too long?"

Seeing that Lin Chuan and the other two were still struggling, the woman frowned slightly and raised her jade hand gently. At this moment, countless blood in the blood coffin turned into silk threads and flew towards Lin Chuan and the others at a rapid speed.

"Cut the flowers!"

Li Yue held the jade flute, stood in front of Lin Chuan and Jiang Wanying, and slashed at the flying blood line.

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