In the coffin, there was no human body, nor the person Feng Lin had just imagined.
Instead, in the center, lies a dark red heart.
This heart has become crystallized, just like the heart in the hands of previous descendants of Gonggong, it is crystallized like a spiritual stone.
"The heart of a saint?"
Feng Lin's face became more and more solemn. There was only this one thing in the entire coffin, placed on the golden silk.
As the coffin was opened, the aura around it gradually became richer.
The originally dark underground palace now became brighter.
Feng Lin was suspended here at this time, not knowing what to do. He had heard Suiyu say about this thing, and only with blood can he activate his abilities.
Feng Lin definitely has no bloodline, so this thing is, to put it bluntly, a small spirit gathering array.
He carefully felt the aura scattered around, and it was almost as rich as the Gonggong clan before.
Unable to support Dacheng Ninth Level to enter the sublimation realm.
So to Feng Lin, this thing is worthless, tasteless to eat, and a pity to discard.
"Senior, I still took the things away. If I don't take them, others will take them away if they see them. Why don't you follow me."
On Feng Lin's side, there is also Jincheng Such a Sun Clan, maybe he can activate the power.
Of course, the premise is that this heart is the former saint of the Sun Clan. If not, there is nothing we can do.
Feng Lin stepped forward and used the power of compressed air to take the saint's heart into his hands.
Feel it carefully, he uses the space ring to put it away.
As the saint's heart disappeared, the surrounding light was extinguished at the same time.
At this time, the coffin was empty.
Feng Lin was planning to leave. He would first look for other exits here.
After taking a few steps, he came back again.
He suddenly felt something was wrong. If it was just the saint's heart, why was there so much pressure just now that prevented him from opening the coffin.
If you look carefully, there is nothing else inside except the golden silk.
So Feng Lin raised his hand again, and the golden silk fell on his palm.
After Feng Lin opened the silk, he found that there were formation patterns carved inside.
He hesitated for a moment, then landed on the ground. He placed the golden silk on the ground and pointed the formation carved on it upward.
He put the saint's heart on the formation again.
Buzz!
The surroundings lit up again.
Feng Lin hesitated for a moment, then injected his energy into the saint's heart.
It was discovered that the heart had very high resistance, which was incompatible with Feng Lin's energy.
Feng Lin tried again to inject energy into the golden silk underneath.
Boom!
Suddenly, the formation on the silk lit up, and the entire underground palace around it was shaking violently.
The saint's heart on the silk also flashes red light and floats on the silk.
The red light became brighter and brighter, and finally everything in front of Feng Lin's eyes turned red.
Feng Lin immediately used Ice to turn the ice into a ball, blocking the surrounding red light.
As the light slowly dissipates, the surrounding scenery can be seen again.
However, this is no longer the underground palace before.
But it appeared on a golden land, and above the earth was a red sun.
The sun is like the setting sun, red and not dazzling.
This is not the point. The point is the red sun above, which is so huge that it almost covers the entire sky.
Feng Lin's face gradually became serious. Fortunately, there was no one else around him.
If Liu Nian is here too, something will happen.
Faced with this unknown, Feng Lin may not be able to protect himself, let alone others.
At this moment, a ball of flame fell from the red sun high above.
When the flames were above Feng Lin’s head, they turned into a human form. This man slowly landed in front of Feng Lin.
Feng Lin looked at the person in front of him. He had long white hair and was wearing a red flame robe.
His face looked a little old, but it was not angry but powerful.
Feng Lin didn't expect that his unintentional act would actually cause the old man to show strange phenomena.
He can also guess that the person in front of him must be dead, and now he is just a phantom.
But even if it is a phantom, it is still a former saint, in case there is something powerful left behind.
Feng Lin still had to remain respectful, "Hello, senior, I'm Feng Lin."
"Did you lift the board of my coffin?" The old man asked calmly, standing with his hands behind his hands.
"What the hell?"
Feng Lin was secretly shocked. This person could actually feel what was happening in the outside world?
Is that still considered dead?
“It’s me.”
Feng Lingong held his hand, “Senior, I’m confused, how did you know?”
"The golden satin is my shroud. It has my power on it. I can feel it."
The old man said with a calm expression.
"As expected of senior, to be honest with senior, I have a very good relationship with the Sun Clan. When I come here this time..."
"The Sun Clan? You have a good relationship with the Sun Clan, and you have a good relationship with me. What's the relationship? "
The old man said calmly.
"Senior, aren't you from the Sun Clan? I looked at the patterns on the coffin and thought you were from the Sun Clan."
Feng Lin said with a smile, "Senior, please forgive me. It is precisely because you are from the Sun Clan that I Lifting your coffin, they and I are enemies."
"You are so relaxed, you are not afraid that I will kill you!"
The flame robe on the old man's body was burning more and more. The more violent it becomes.
“I think senior will not kill me.”
Feng Lin smiled and shrugged, "If you really want to take action, you won't talk nonsense to me. I also entered the ruins by mistake and was trapped here. Now I just want to get out."
"Then you understand wrong. I'm just talking nonsense with you to confirm who you are. Since you are not from our clan, then you should die!"
The old man raised his withered hand, and a ball of flame came towards Feng Lin.
When Feng Lin saw this, he immediately released all his power. Although the opponent was just a phantom, he was once a saint.
He is not qualified yet, so he retains his strength.
Boom!
The Desolation Drainage Array and the Heaven and Qizhou all erupted.
The four-color Qi Jin came forward and attacked the opponent's flames.
But the old man's flame seemed to have no form, passing through Feng Lin's four-color energy with ease, and in the blink of an eye, it burned in front of Feng Lin's eyes.
Boom!
The flames instantly engulfed Feng Lin.
"Senior, is this too much? I have no grievances with you, and I don't mean to lift your coffin board."
Feng Lin appeared behind the old man at this time, "Give me some face and let me go. ."
The old man turned around slowly and looked at Feng Lin who appeared behind him, with a surprised expression. "You are very capable."
"Thank you for the compliment, senior."
Feng Lin slightly arched his hands.
"I can let you go, as long as you can block this move."
The old man lightly snapped his fingers, and the space in front of him shattered and collapsed, turning into a palm-sized Space vortex.
He pushed gently, and the space vortex quickly attacked Feng Lin.
Feng Lin's eyes widened in disbelief, and he immediately launched a powerful attack.
But as soon as his energy came into contact with the whirlpool of space cracks as big as a palm, all of it was sucked into it.
The whirlpool was almost unblocked, and it was in front of Feng Lin in the blink of an eye. (End of this chapter)