Ling Yun's body had reached the third transition, and the Phoenix bloodline, known as the Undead Bird, flowed in his body. His recovery ability was extremely strong, not long after his wrist had been cut, the blood that had been gushing out stopped, frozen in place, and turned into blood scabs.
Then, Ling Yun gritted his teeth and slashed again …
Ling Yun wanted to cry, he truly felt that his body was strong, his ability to recover was strong. If you recover quickly during battle, I naturally would not mind, but in this situation where I need your blood, how can you not recover so quickly?
People who don't know think I'm killing myself.
Finally, after slicing it seven times, the palm-sized stone coffin was smeared over. The ashen white stone coffin was smeared with fresh blood, and it instantly turned blood-red.
After all, this was a coffin!
Although Ling Yun was not afraid, he still grinned.
He slowly closed his eyes and his mental energy surged. The Brow and forehead emitted strands of mental energy that transformed into invisible threads that enveloped the sarcophagus. Then, the black and white yin energy also released out and enveloped the sarcophagus.
Immediately, the strange blood-red sarcophagus was filled with two colors, black and white. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed unlucky.
Although his eyes were closed, his Spirit power was still covering the surroundings. Naturally, the change in the sarcophagus could not be hidden from him. The corner of his mouth unconsciously curled up.
Just as he was about to curse a few words at the spirit of the tower, he suddenly felt dizzy. When he regained his senses, his consciousness had already appeared in a grayish-white space.
"Where is this place?" Ling Yun was shocked. He wanted to take out the Heaven Swallowing Holy Light Sword immediately, but he immediately realized that this was only a thought of his.
Looking around him, Ling Yun saw that familiar material. He felt his scalp go numb and the corner of his mouth twitched, "F * ck, did I enter the coffin?"
The interior was extremely spacious, and was even larger than the main hall of his crown prince's mansion. It was shaped like a cube, and the ground beneath his feet, his head, and his surroundings were all greyish white. It seemed like gold but not gold, jade but not jade, like the material of the sarcophagus.
He was sure that he was inside the sarcophagus, and instantly, Ling Yun wanted to cry, but no tears came out. Damn it, I am a living person, yet I actually entered the sarcophagus.
"You're finally here? I've had a hard time waiting for you! " A fleeting voice slowly drifted over, coming from an unknown direction.
"Who?" Get out here right now? Stop playing tricks on me! " Ling Yun suddenly shivered. He couldn't help but be scared.
This was the inside of the coffin. If not for the fact that he could still feel the physical body outside, as well as his heartbeat, everything would have been normal. He would have thought that his soul had been locked down.
"Haha, you're scaring me. Come over here, I'm here." A hearty laugh came from the center of the sarcophagus.
"Hmm?" Ling Yun was startled, and immediately turned back to look, only to see that the white smoke drifting in the sarcophagus had dispersed, and a suave and handsome youth smiling at him. Beside Young man was a sarcophagus, it was exactly the same as the one he was refining outside.
"The coffin in the coffin!"
Ling Yun was slightly shocked.
"Are you human or a ghost?" Ling Yun looked at the young man with a darkened face, but did not step forward as he asked cautiously.
"A human is a ghost!" The young man's expression became serious as he replied in a serious tone.
"Then you are?" Ling Yun was suspicious, "Could it be that you are a Demon clan?"
The young man rolled his eyes and said indifferently: "I am Humans, but what you saw was only a strand of spiritual will, so naturally I am neither a human nor a ghost."
"…" The veins on Ling Yun's forehead throbbed, and he almost cursed out loud. You're f * cking playing with me.