I was also stunned, and immediately struggled to stand up: "Ye Yang, don't do stupid things! You can keep the green hills without worrying about having no firewood!"

Behind Ye Yang, a figure wearing Taoist robes and long hair appeared.

Jiu Coffin Taoist, Ye Qianyang?

Ye Qianyang turned back and looked at me: "Ye Yang, when he self-destructed his memory, he did not want to hide the secret of the coffin door. Rather, he wanted to hide the spiritual consciousness I left on him."

"The consciousness I left on Ye Yang not only carries my memory, but also all my cultivation."

"However, this secret method can only be used once."

"After I take action, there will be no trace of me in the world."

"Ye Yang is very affectionate. He is afraid that one day he will mobilize my will for others to save others, so he sealed his memory about me."

"The reason I was able to reach the Yang Yang River successfully is because Ye Yang couldn't remember how to invoke Qian Yang Sword Intent."

As Ye Qianyang spoke, he held Ye Yang's cold flame and stepped towards the rolling thunder and lightning in the sky.

Ye Qianyang knew that he would never return, but he walked calmly.

Thanking Ban Gui, Wang Hun knelt down on one knee at the same time: "Farewell to the Patriarch!"

Ye Qianyang said lightly: "You are very good, I am very relieved."

Beiyan Jingyun stood up and chased Ye Qianyang: "Master...Master...wait, let me come, let me come!"

Ye Qianyang said without looking back: "Little coffin! Everyone in the coffin door has a mission."

"As the founder of the Coffin Sect, I should use blood and bones as a coffin to hold the Heavenly Prison in place and cope with the Heavenly Tribulation."

"As the most knowledgeable and talented disciple in the Coffin Sect, you should stay and pass on the legacy of the Coffin Sect."

"Little coffin, I understand your heart."

"For me to let you go is an injustice to the art world and an injustice to the Coffin Sect disciples."

"But, I know that by letting you go, you can leave a trace of incense for Coffin Gate and the art when all the Coffin Men are killed in the battle."

"This is your mission!"

"Go! Little coffin!"

"I left something for you with Ye Yang. After I leave, you can ask for it from him."

"Live well."

"The heaven and the earth will not be destroyed, and the art will not be destroyed."

"Someone has to save a spark of fire for the art and leave a glimmer of hope for the world, right?"

Beiyan Jingyun cried and knelt on the ground: "Master... I respectfully send you off to Master!"

Ye Qianyang finally looked back at Ye Yang who was standing on the ground: "Ye Yang, it's time for you to have a complete life of your own. Qianyang Sword Intent is the last gift I give you. You must take good care of it."

Ye Qianyang turned to look at me again: "Li Po, thank you."

"Ye Yang has been lonely for several lifetimes because of me. You have accompanied him all the way through the rivers and lakes, and you have been with him through life and death, which has added warmth to his life."

"I have nothing to give you, but I have to entrust Ye Yang to you. He is a greedy wolf, and only you can save him."

I looked at Ye Qianyang and said, "Don't worry, I, Li Po, am not dead, and Ye Yang is fine!"

"Hahaha..." Ye Qianyang laughed and said, "I regret not being able to see my brothers this time. But I can see who we were back then in you."

"Jianghu, loyalty!"

"It's great to be young!"

With a long smile, Ye Qianyang raised his sword to the sky, pointing at the thunder, his hair as long as water flying in the wind, and his resolute body standing upright against the sky.

"The coffin disciples, who use blood and bones to build coffins, started with me, Ye Qianyang, and ended with me, Ye Qianyang!"

"The heart of a magician is to stabilize the world."

"The poor Taoist Ye Qianyang is willing to use his body to exchange for the thousand-year firewood of the Tao of Arts and the peace of the world."

As Ye Qianyang's voice fell, the sword energy, as vast as the sea, raged against the catastrophe and penetrated the nine heavens. It violently collided with thousands of thunders.

The dazzling golden light and the brilliant sword energy intertwined and scattered across the sky!

Gorgeous and heroic.

The bursts of thunder are like the warlock's last cry, the last bloom of the warlock's heart.

The rumbling thunder gradually dissipated, and the torrential rain fell instantly.

At that time, I seemed to have an illusion.

That thunder is the sky sending off a generation of martial arts legends.

That heavy rain was the gods and demons crying for Ye Qianyang.

A ray of light flashed through the sky, and the cold flames tempered by the sky thunder fell at Ye Yang's feet. There seemed to be blood flowing slightly on the sword.

Ye Qianyang left, but his iron-blooded will was passed on to Ye Yang and to the coffin door.

Beiyan Jingyun's body was kneeling on the ground motionless, but in the distance a middle-aged Taoist man walked up in despair.

He is the real coffin man.

Beiyan Jingyun is just a puppet controlled by him.

I don't understand why the coffin practitioners never go to see Ye Qianyang in his true form.

Now, what are the coffin warriors doing when they suddenly show up after Ye Qianyang's death?

Could it be that what he just said was all false?

I am not the only person who thinks this way.

Thanks to the half-ghost, the king's soul rushed towards us quickly.

Feng Ruoxing and Wang Xiaohuan rushed towards Ye Yang at the same time.

Before a few of us could reach Ye Yang, the coffin warriors had already appeared opposite Ye Yang.

As expected, when the peerless powerful man who was second only to Jiu Coffin Taoist wanted to take action, we had no time to stop him.
Chapter completed!