807: C807 There Are Thousands of Risks

C807 There Are Thousands of Risks

A thousand people carrying coffins flew forward, although there were a lot of people, but they couldn't fly fast at all.

The aura emitted by the coffin was clearly suppressing the inner force in their bodies. Although they circulated their inner force with all their might, it still made them feel that this sarcophagus was heavier than a towering mountain.

Before they had even walked a thousand meters, there was actually a martial artist who could not withstand it and directly fell from the sky.

"Go up and take his place!" The one who spoke was Ye Wangyun. She was seriously injured and had not yet recovered, so she could only be in charge of commanding.

Immediately, martial artists stepped into the air and took over that position. Each rope had at least ten martial artists, so it would not affect much if one or two fell.

However, after walking another 300 meters, another few martial artists fell from the air. This time, there were martial artists who did not need to be ordered to take over that position.

Ye Wangyun saw that although they had tens of thousands of martial artists, most of them were seriously injured. Only more than 10,000 martial artists could follow them. The rest needed to stay where they were and recover from their injuries, guarding the Northern Dragon Feather.

At this speed, they really could not hold on for long.

Ye Wang Yun immediately asked, "Chief Chi, how far away are we from the War God's Tomb?"

This was also a question that all martial artists wanted to know. Chi Man had used his shoulder to carry the Heaven Burying Coffin. He was sweating profusely as he said in a deep voice, "This speed is too slow. At this speed, we will need at least fifteen days, maybe even twenty days. "

"What? So long?" Many martial artists didn't know the location of the War God's Tomb, so when they heard this, their hearts sank.

How could they carry the Heaven Burying Coffin and walk for twenty days?

However, they also knew that for the sake of Su Dragon King, they had to deliver the sarcophagus to the War God's Tomb. They absolutely could not give up halfway.

"Speed up - - Passing through the scorched earth, passing through the Forest of Death!" The Chi barbarian captain loudly shouted.

They continued to walk forwards with great difficulty. For some reason, it was as if everything in the world was their enemy. As they passed through the scorched earth, heavenly thunder began to appear in the sky.

Bang! Boom!!

A few bolts of heavenly lightning struck down, striking dozens of martial artists in the sky. These martial artists all cried out in pain and fell down.

Boom!

Another massive bolt of heavenly lightning struck the Heaven Burying Coffin. The enormous Heaven Burying Coffin instantly became more than two times heavier. The group of patriarchs and elders carrying the Heaven Burying Coffin bent their waists and knelt down on one knee.

They almost dropped the Heaven Burying Coffin to the ground.

For some reason, at this time, every martial artist seemed to have a kind of deep enlightenment. They were all moving against the heavens, and there seemed to be some kind of power hidden within that didn't want Su Yeh to revive.

"We can't stop. We must send the Heaven Burying Coffin to the War God's Tomb!"

"Again! We can't stop here!!"

The martial practitioners who had been struck by lightning did not die. They still wanted to struggle to get up, but the other martial practitioners had already replaced them.

"We won't stop, let's go!!"

They walked forward again, step by step, and it was extremely difficult to walk.

The day passed and the night fell. They were still moving forward. If someone fell, others would take over.

The ropes on the coffin also increased, and the iron rods under the coffin also increased. Many of them directly vomited blood and fell to the ground. They could only helplessly watch the team move forward. They gritted their teeth. They tried their best to recover and even thought of going up to pull the coffin after recovering.

They crossed the scorched earth and moved forward on the plains. Then, they finally arrived at the Forest of Death. However, the vast Forest of Death was even more vast.

When they arrived at the Forest of Death, cold rain began to fall.

The rain fell on their faces, and their bodies were actually bone-piercingly cold. At this time, even more martial artists fell. Although there were still martial artists chasing after them to join the team, it was far from being as many as the people who fell.

In the Forest of Death, the Heaven Burying Coffin smashed heavily onto the ground for the first time. That group of clan heads, elders, were also bleeding from their seven orifices. They simply could not continue.

Su Leecheng, Xuanyuan Nanxi, and Tong Yaya had seen everything with their eyes. Their eyes were filled with tears. They knew that these people were risking their lives for Su Yeh's chance of survival.

But now, they were afraid that they could no longer continue.

"Roar!!" At this time, a furious roar came from the wind and rain in front of them. The little panda turned into a giant panda beast in front of them.

Obviously, the panda beast was going to join in.

Hui Shoutao recognized the panda beast in the cold rain and said loudly, "Panda. I didn't expect you to be the first one. When I recover, I will also transform into coffin pulling."

Hui Shoutao had used the Heaven Trampler before, but he was seriously injured. Now, there were still many holes on his body that were bleeding. It was impossible for him to transform into a Giant Spirit.

Qing Zheng wiped the rain from her face and tied many ropes and long iron chains on the ferocious panda beast's body. She said, "Little panda, please. Let's go!"

The panda beast roared and began to pull forward.

With the help of the martial artists, the Heaven Burying Coffin dragged on the ground. It was much faster and a long mark appeared on the ground.

Another day and night passed, and the rain still hadn't stopped. They finally crossed a third of the Forest of Death. The panda beast was clearly struggling more and more. It stomped on the ground. It also left deep footprints on the ground. Those ropes had already cut through its hard skin. Streams of blood seeped into the ropes and then merged into the rain.

The violent breathing of the panda beast became louder and louder. As it walked, its front legs became soft and it knelt in the mud.

Tong Yaya had a lot of feelings for the panda. Seeing that the panda beast did not even have the strength to stand up, she was completely drenched and her hair was stuck to her face. She cried and went forward to remove the chains and ropes for the panda beast.

"Panda, don't go anymore. Quickly stop, I beg you!"

The panda beast stubbornly continued forward, crawling forward for dozens of meters. It fell to the ground again and stood up, covered in blood. It continued to crawl forward. He didn't know if it was because of the rain or because it didn't have any strength. The flames on his body had long been extinguished.

The martial artists behind them also became fewer and fewer. They also did not have the strength. There were only 2000 people left in the group.

Su Leecheng saw it. He could no longer watch from the side. His eyes were also red as he rushed to the side of the Heaven Burying Coffin and pushed with all his might. Even if he could only move forward a little bit, he did not care.

His cultivation was too low. Within a short period of time, his hair had turned white, and he did not have much strength left. Now, he gritted his teeth and pushed the coffin, which made him look even more miserable.

He had a head full of white hair, and he used all his strength to push the sarcophagus. However, the one lying in the sarcophagus was his son.

That kind of sadness, pain, and endless sorrow were simply unable to be said in half to outsiders.

"Son, don't worry. Father is here. I will definitely, definitely send you to the War God's Tomb, you will come back to life"

Su Leecheng gritted his teeth. Blood was flowing out from his teeth, but it was as if he was pushing a huge mountain. He could not help at all.

"Son, don't be afraid. Father is here. You will be fine with father around. You will definitely be fine. Ah- -"

Su Leecheng shouted with all his might. The rain falling from the sky became even colder and bone-piercing.

Xuanyuan Nanxi, who was standing beside him, also joined in. Together with his parents, they personally pushed the coffin forward for their son.

The coffin only moved forward a little bit. It didn't even walk out of the Forest of Death.

Su Leecheng turned around and saw that the warriors seemed to have all fallen. They had also done their best. The Catacombs had not rained such cold rain in so many years. It did not stop day and night. It was obvious that the heavens did not allow Su Yeh to be buried in the War God's Tomb.

Su Leecheng was finally exhausted, and his spirit was on the verge of collapsing. He looked up at the sky and said,

"You wretched heavens. What did my son do wrong? Why did he have to end up like this? Why? I have never harmed anyone in my life. I saved one patient after another for free. Is this the virtue of the heavens? What a wretched heavens! You're really blind! I will never believe in you again! I will never believe in good karma again!"

After Su Leecheng finished cursing, he finally collapsed onto the ground and weakly leaned against the coffin.2

Xuanyuan Nxi, who was beside him, also turned pale and sat down with him. After an unknown period of time, she slowly opened the bag on her back.

The bag contained Su Yeh's relics, the bright red tattered scarf, Su Yeh's storage ring, a hairpin, and a strand of withered hair.

"Today is the seventh day of my son's departure, right? I don't know if there's anything about the seventh head, but if I can take another look at him, that would be great." Xuanyuan Nanxi gently stroked the scarf and closed his eyes.

At this moment.

Suddenly, the hairpin trembled a few times. Balls of black shadows emerged from the hairpin and landed on the side.

Upon closer inspection, the two most obvious shadows were the Black Rakshasa and the White Yaksha.

Hui Shoutao was also lying in the muddy water. He suddenly called out, "Old Black, Old White, you guys came out of the Spirit Nurturing Wood? Are you guys here to send Boss on his last journey?"

Only now did the martial artists recall that the three sword cultivators who intercepted the Lin Tian Sacred Land, Black Rakshasa, White Yaksha, and over a hundred martial grandmasters had been sacrificed. Su Yeh had even used a hairpin to store their souls.

They had never imagined that all of these souls would appear now.

Black Rakshasa's voice slowly sounded. "It's not just us who came out. There are also many, many of them who came as well. We, are here to support the Su Dragon King, the coffin! "

Rumble - -

At this moment, strange cries and wails could be heard from afar. There were actually tens of thousands of ghosts flying over from afar...

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