He didn’t rush to slay Chunyukang when he came to the burial day coffin. This old thing has been in a coma for a few days, so he can’t wake up or cover this weird coffin quickly.
Li Yan just put his hands on the coffin lid to cover it, when suddenly he saw a little movement in the darkness of the coffin opening, protruding slightly outward.
"Huh?" Curiosity drove him to stop looking at the coffin instead of rushing to cover it immediately.
However, what happened suddenly made his heart shrink.
Chapter one thousand five hundred and ten Red palms
Although the burial coffin was hit by intention, it doesn’t matter if nothing happens. Li Yan is afraid that something strange will happen to this thing.
And this worry was fulfilled at the moment. There were ripples in the darkness in the calm bronze coffin, shaking slightly like sticky porridge soup. With a dark bulge, a scarlet palm stretched out from the inside. This palm is the same as that of ordinary people, but it looks a little thin because it has red flesh but no skin.
At the moment when the palm of your hand appeared, it was freezing cold. This was not an illusion in your heart, but it was really because Li Yan found that he had not recovered the fire rule. This cold was extinguished at the moment when it appeared.
This scene is like a gust of evil wind coming out and the fire is extinguished.
Emperor Yan’s body didn’t sound like an emperor at the moment, but his huge body disappeared directly in a flash.
Li Yan felt that the flesh was frozen and stiff, but it seemed to be scared by fear and unable to move, and she lost consciousness, conscious or awake.
"What is this? The willed root of the reincarnation emperor didn’t tell me that there was something in it. Is there a big shot who suppressed it? No, it’s impossible. The reincarnation emperor said that everyone who goes in to bury the coffin will die, including himself. "Although he was shocked, he was not afraid. His eyes stared at the bloody hand sticking out of the coffin."
Blood-red palm slowly stretched out from the dark copper coffin and slid along the edge of the copper coffin. Finally, it came to the coma next to Chunyukang, grabbed it and then took it back.
A person as big as Chun Yukang is dragged at will like goods, which makes Li Yan’s scalp numb. This palm has been stretched out for three feet, but his elbow is missing except for his blood-red arm, as if it could be extended in the dark.
Li Yan is now covered by the cold that the arm overflows and can’t move. He watched this scene happen. He watched the edges and corners next to the burial coffin being smoothed out. The idea came to his mind: "This burial coffin is indestructible, even after years, it is unlikely to be smoothed out. Is it because this bloody arm is smoothed out every time it is stretched out?"
If so, how many time has this arm been stretched out? How many people were dragged into the coffin that was always covered with black?
Everything is a mystery.
Because even the reincarnation emperor didn’t know how this thing came about, he also got it before he became emperor, and finally it happened to Li Yan.
Although the bronze coffin is not big, Chunyukang’s arms are squashed by the bronze coffin, but his body is not small, and his head is stuck in the bronze coffin. However, the situation in front of him does not mean that the owner is stuck. With the click of a few pieces, Chunyukang’s arms are squashed by the bronze coffin next to him, but his pain is not enough to wake him up from a coma.
In this way, from the head to the body, and finally to the foot, it sank into the copper coffin and was eroded by the darkness.
"Will it come out again?" Li Yan was frozen by the cold at the moment, and all his strength was lost. He couldn’t feel it, just like an ordinary person, staying where he was and watching all this happen. That’s why his heart was worried. This palm dragged Chunyukang in and won’t stretch out again to drag himself in, will it?
But just thought of here, he suddenly got a fright, and the bloody palm stretched out again, this time not toward the copper coffin surface, but along the coffin lid toward Li Yan.
"Can’t be so unlucky?" Li Yan’s heart was so cold that something so weird actually stared at himself.
I don’t want to think much about it. He hurriedly wants to move, and then quickly covers the bronze coffin. At worst, he has to stay away from this burial coffin. However, he tried one by one and found that there is no fire rule, no field and no body, and he still can’t move, as if he had been immobilized and consciously able to move.
The palm of your hand is getting closer and closer, and two steps can have the power to destroy mountains and rivers and smash stars, but Li Yan can still wait for this thing to reach himself.
"I’m sure I’ll be dragged in by this hand like Chun Yukang, and I’ll never get out." Li Yan andao but looking at the palm of his hand getting closer and closer, I don’t know if he suddenly feels that this situation seems to have happened before
It was more than a hundred years ago when I first met Hong Ji in an inn near Crescent Bay. At that time, Hong Ji could not move with a handprint.
Thought of here, he stared at the palm stretched out toward himself again. At this time, he found that the index finger and the first finger of the blood-red palm were slightly tilted, and the middle finger pressure was like a flower. This finger was very similar to the handprint of Hong Ji. It was when Hong Ji held the handprint that she settled herself.
"Hong Ji and the coffin buried in the sky don’t have some pity? This is impossible. Hong Ji is not an old monster. How can she have anything to do with this ancient coffin? " Li Yan’s head and thoughts are flying, looking at the palm of his hand getting closer and closer. He has no fear but is dignified.
The monk has been through life and death several times, and he is not afraid of death. Although the things in front of him are strange, they don’t make him feel scared.
I’m not afraid that if I go like this, I’ll still be planted here
There is no death, a great power, a strong person in the ancient world was actually killed by an object, and it is still alive and dead, which one is missing?
This life is simply a tragedy.
No matter what Li Yanxian thinks, at this time, the bloody palm is close at hand. However, when the palm is just about to touch himself, the coffin suddenly slips forward.
"touch!" The coffin was heavy, and the bloody palm didn’t know when it had disappeared, and Li Yan instantly regained consciousness.
"Is Li Lang okay? It’s okay. My body feels that Li Lang is in some critical situation. Come and see. I didn’t expect that something really happened." A gentle sound came up. Yuan Xiang appeared behind Li Yan. She asked her body. Li Yan’s wife had a special feeling for her lover. Otherwise, she would never come so skillfully.
Li Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It’s okay. It’s okay. Xianger, you’re here. Take this bronze coffin. Otherwise, I guess I’ll be drawn closer by that palm."
Yuan Xiangqiao’s face was full of dignified colors. She said, "Where did Li Lang come from?"