Black coffin!

Zhou Dao's thoughts suddenly arose, and his eyes were like thunder on a winter night, suddenly brilliant.

That day, in the Battle of the Lost Cemetery, he beheaded the evil lord, fought the God of Chu, and fought for the inheritance of King Yuan. In the end, he obtained a black coffin by sacrificing the ancestor.

It was just a small black coffin.

After years of research, Zhou Dao still has not been able to grasp the mystery of this small black coffin. He only vaguely knows that it has some connection with the real black coffin suppressed by the Imperial Palace.

Back then, Yuan King Zhou Xuan was besieged and slaughtered by experts from all sides. After his fall, the mysterious black coffin manifested out of thin air and swallowed his body.

The Imperial Palace has studied for more than 20 years, but failed to open the black coffin.

Zhou Dao vaguely guessed that the small black coffin in his hand might be a key.

"Under the spiritual mountains of the nine sects of Taoism, there is a black coffin pressed separately!?"

The curiosity in Zhou Dao's heart became more and more overflowing, and it turned out that there was more than one black coffin.

"What is that thing?" Zhou Dao couldn't help asking.

The Ninth Prince shook his head. Such a big secret involves ancient and modern times, and it has a huge relationship with the Nine Schools of Taoism. How could he know about it.

Over the years, he has studied the royal classics, visited the world's ruins, and even made friends with hidden experts, and he has just obtained this information.

At that time, Mazu Zunshen had insight into the existence of the nine black coffins with the title of "Lord of Ten Thousand Demons", and learned the mysteries inside.

"The ancestor of the Ma family built a large tomb in [Fengchan Terrace] in his later years, and it has been left unused." Ninth Prince suddenly said.

"Fengchan Terrace!? The place where the emperor used to worship the heavens..." Wang Xiaoyi blurted out.

In ancient times, the only thing to do was sacrifice and Rong.

Building a large tomb in a place where the heaven is worshipped is weird.

The most important thing is that this large tomb has been left unused.

"Thousands of years after the Great Qin established the country, Emperor Wu ascended the throne, and suddenly raised his arms, mobilized 300,000 people, and wiped out the three great sects of Changsheng, Taiyi, and Panhuang. .”

"It was at that time that the tomb that had been silent for thousands of years was finally opened."

Speaking of this, the Ninth Prince glanced at the crowd and lowered his voice.

"Three black coffins were invited into the Fengchan Tomb!"

The lingering sound is like a cold wind, sweeping through everyone.

"Changsheng, Taiyi, Panhuang..."

Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed, as if he felt something.

"Emperor Wu punished Dao and destroyed the law for the three black coffins!?"

Wang Xiaoyi and Wang Xuanzhi got acquainted, and they seemed to be gradually approaching the truth of history.

"Emperor Wu is so talented, how can he tolerate Taoism's incense spreading all over the world, and his beliefs are as high as the sky, surpassing the imperial power? Perhaps this is one of the reasons..." Zhou Daoning said softly.

While speaking, he couldn't help looking at the Ninth Prince.

"Longhu Mountain was destroyed that day..."

"You guessed right!" The Ninth Prince nodded: "That night, a black coffin was transported into the capital, and soon after, it was invited into the tomb under the auspices of the Yao Zhu."

Everyone was silent, and the calculation spanning three thousand years was for the secret buried by the nine sects of Taoism.

In the Taizu era, Mazu Zunshen built a large tomb at Fengchan Terrace in his later years, leaving it unused.

In the era of Emperor Wu, Changsheng, Taiyi, and Panhuang were killed one after another, and three black coffins were put into the tomb.

Today, Qin Huangxiong has a plan to destroy [Longhu Mountain] and [Tianshi Dao] successively, so...

"The black coffin of Tianshidao has been sent to the capital."

The Ninth Prince lowered his eyes, and his words confirmed the conjectures in everyone's minds.

"But now there is a big trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Zhou Dao asked.

"If the Demon Pillar is dead, the tomb will not be able to be opened." The Ninth Prince said in a deep voice.

"What's the meaning?"

"The tomb of Fengchan can only be opened by the head of the Ma family. Now that the demon pillar has fallen and the Ma family has no leader, there is no one to preside over the ceremony. To open the tomb, please enter the black coffin."

The Ninth Prince said in a deep voice: "That thing is too hot to touch, and it involves the great secrets of ancient and modern Taoism. If you stay outside, you will suffer great disaster."

Even the nine sects of Taoism use their respective mountain gates as locks to suppress the black coffin under the Lingshan Mountain.

If this thing was so easy to suppress, Mazu would not have spent his time building a large tomb on the Fengchan Terrace in his later years.

"This ancestor of the Ma family is really thoughtful and far-sighted." Zhou Dao murmured softly.

This is simply leaving a life-saving talisman for future generations.

After all, there is no long-lasting family and glory in this world, especially when accompanied by an emperor, the mind of the emperor is unfathomable. With this life-saving talisman, at least future generations can be guaranteed wealth and no worries.

Like the demon pillar, it is not only one of the nine divine pillars, but also the current king of fortune.

Prosperity in life and mourning in death, enjoy the state funeral, and do the best of the emperor's honor and favor.

"The fall of the demon pillar has such a great impact." Zhou Dao said in a deep voice.

Now he finally figured out why the Ninth Prince's face was so solemn all the way.

The head of the Ma family has not been out for a day, and the black coffin cannot be invited into the Fengchan tomb.

Qin Huang has already issued an edict to let the Ma family elect a new head within five days to succeed King Fu and the mantle of Yaozhu.

"Five days, is it so urgent?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask.

"If it's possible, I'm afraid Father wants the Ma family to immediately decide the successor of Yao Zhu." The Ninth Prince couldn't help but smile wryly.

The position of King Fu is no small matter, and five days really seems a bit hasty.

Fortunately, the Ma family has inherited it for many years and has a free system to select the most suitable candidates, so they can live up to the emperor's orders.

"In the next five days, the capital may not be peaceful, and you all know it well." The Ninth Prince warned solemnly.

King Fu is the head of the seven kings.

The Ma family is a family of demon sealing.

With such an important power, it is not essential to compete behind the scenes.

"I will restrain them." Zhou Dao vowed and made a promise.

"I mean, you must restrain yourself!"

The Ninth Prince curled his lips, he was not worried about the others.

"..."

"Don't worry, we will restrain him."

Wang Xiaoyi and Wang Xuanzhi said in unison.

In the following days, Zhou Dao really stayed behind closed doors and stayed in Yuyaosi.

The fall of the Demon Pillar was a big event, and many masters of the Demon Control Division rushed back from outside, such as Lei Zhu's disciples Yang Zhen and Mei Hualu, Yan Zhu's disciple Sang Ziluo, Shi Zhu's disciple Rong Tao and others.

These are Zhou Dao's acquaintances, he made friends with them when he first entered the capital, and they are considered good friends.

Today, these juniors have also grown into masters. Although they have not entered the Dao realm, they are not far behind.

The demon pillar fell, and they should come back to see them off.

Therefore, these days, Yuanwang Palace is very lively, many people came to visit.

"Senior sister, the master knows so many masters."

Following behind Lin Xiaoxiao, Wang Ling admired the energy of his master even more.

Except for close friends, those who are below the Taoist realm are not eligible to enter the gate of Yuanwang Palace.

Only at this moment did Wang Ling know what it means to have friends from the poor and the weak in front of the Xungui family.

"Of course, our master is the king of Yuan Dynasty, the prince conferred by the imperial court, and the disciple of Jianzhu..."

With a proud face, Lin Xiaoxiao uttered a series of titles.

To be honest, when he returned to the capital with Zhou Dao, his unseen appearance was no less than Wang Ling's.

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On this day, Yu Yaosi held a public sacrifice.

In front of the Immortal Goose Hall, the Lingtai stands high, with the ranks of demon pillars erected, with gilt dragons and phoenixes at the side, Jiuqing incense burns high, and the music of the underworld resounds to the demon master.

"Old Ma, have you seen the coffin of Yaozhu?"

Among the crowd, Zhou Dao asked.

In just a few days, Ma Yinglong lost a lot of weight. As a strong Taoist, he was so haggard. It can be seen that Yaozhu's death has dealt a great blow to him, and it can be called exhausting.

After all, since entering the capital, Ma Yinglong has often followed Yaozhu, and he can be regarded as a master like a father.

"Not yet." Ma Yinglong shook his head.

With the court's grace, Yaozhu's coffin will be parked in the [Taihe Palace] for seven days before being invited back to Ma's house for burial according to the king's specifications.

"Two days later, I will go back to Ma's house to worship." Ma Yinglong took a deep breath.

He has a deep estrangement with the family, and this time he returned to the family for Yao Zhu.

"At that time, I will accompany you for a walk." Zhou Dao whispered.

As Yao Zhu's junior, he should also come to pay respects.

"Feng Yaoma's house, come to pay respects!"

At this moment, a burst of singing sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

The Ma family is here.

Outside the gate of the bronze beast casting, a group of people walked in, and there were palace people on both sides leading the way, full of style.

"The posture of the palace!"

Everyone whispered, and their eyes couldn't help but fall on the young man at the head of the group.

The young man had a gentle temperament, like a scholar of Confucianism, but there was a faint publicity hidden between his brows and feathers. He was wearing a toga with a silver python embroidered on it.

"Who is he!?"

Zhou Dao's gaze narrowed slightly, and he could clearly sense that the moment this young man appeared, Ma Yinglong, who had stepped into the Dao realm, couldn't help but feel emotional ups and downs, as if the presence of the visitor had greatly touched him.

"Ma Zongkui!" Ma Yinglong calmed down quickly, but his eyes never moved away from the young man.

In the Ma family, the clan and titles are completely separated.

The young man in front of him is the son of the head of the Ma family. He is wearing a python robe and has a distinguished status.

"He is Ma Zongkui!? It is rumored that this person is extremely talented, has awakened the blood of the Ma family's ancestors, and is known as the most evil heir in a thousand years."

"I have heard for a long time that the Ma family's generation of demon masters outshine their predecessors, and they are known as the strongest demon masters."

"I didn't expect to be so young. I heard that he has already entered the Dao realm."

For a while, whispers sounded.

This Ma Zongkui can be regarded as a man of the hour in the capital.

Among the younger generation of the Ma family, he was the first to step into the Dao Realm, and there were even rumors that he had already practiced the magic weapon of his own destiny, and his strength was so strong that he was once placed high hopes by the demon pillar.

"The Strongest Demon Sealer!?" Zhou Dao chewed on the title.

Ma Zongkui stepped forward, and when he passed by Ma Yinglong, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Incense!"

The singing echoed in front of the Fairy Goose Hall.

Two palace men took incense and lit it.

Ma Zongkui took it and bowed to the Yaozhu tablet.

"This guy's spectrum is big enough." Wang Xiaoyi said a little unhappy.

To worship such a person as Yaozhu, and there are palace servants to serve him, it really shows the grandeur of the palace.

"The strongest demon sealer, bragging."

"Not bragging."

Ma Yinglong shook his head, a frightening light flashed in his eyes.

"His talent is indeed terrifying. Some people say that the blood of the ancestor of the Ma family has completely awakened in him." Ma Yinglong said in a deep voice.

Counting, he and Ma Zongkui were born on the same day, but their destinies are completely different.

When Ma Zongkui was born, there was a vision, the divine light was like a seal, covering the sky, the auspicious clouds gathered in the ten directions, and the red clouds spread all over the mansion.

Even the many monsters in the [Monster Prison] all worshiped in the same direction.

"This... This horse riding is paid to hire someone to make it up." Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help but said.

"Absolutely not." Ma Yinglong shook his head.

When he was a child, he was placed next to Ma Zongkui, but as long as he got close, he would tremble inexplicably and then cry loudly.

The elders of the clan said that Ma Zongkui was destined to be a king, a blessing from God, and ordinary juniors could not get close to him.

If Zhou Dao was moved, if he used the words of his previous life, the other juniors of the Ma family would all be war scum in front of Ma Zongkui.

It is precisely because of this experience that Ma Yinglong left a deep impact.

Ma Zongkui, this man seems to be born to suppress other clan disciples.

"It is said that when he was six years old, his blood could restrain the monster." Ma Yinglong said in a deep voice.

The reason why the Ma family can become the world's first demon family is because their blood is inherently unique and can control monsters.

At the beginning, Ma Yinglong left the family precisely because he didn't have any talent.

At only six years old, the blood can actually restrain the big demon, such a talent is rare even in the history of the Ma family.

This is a god-given evildoer, enough to carry the banner of the Ma family and inherit the mantle of the demon pillar.

Now, the outside world is rumored that Ma Zongkui has been recognized by the clan ancestral hall, and will soon inherit the throne of King Fu, and he is already known as the son of the eldest son.

In fact, such rumors are not groundless.

Some people said that the palace had already acquiesced, and Ma Zongkui was the only candidate. He just waited for the Yaozhu to be buried and announced on another day.

"He is the new King of Fortune!?"

Zhou Dao felt something, and looked up.

After offering incense, Ma Zongkui was about to leave, when he just walked in front of Ma Yinglong, he suddenly stopped, turned his head to look, and showed a smile.

"Ying Long, when did you come back?"

"A few days." Ma Yinglong said softly.

"Go back when you have time. I heard that you have stepped into the Dao Realm now, and you can be regarded as a talent for the clan. All the things in the past can be forgotten."

Ma Zongkui patted Ma Yinglong's shoulder like a gesture of gratitude.

"If you behave well, I will naturally entrust you with a heavy responsibility."

"I did a good job in Yuyao Division." Ma Yinglong said calmly.

"Monster Master!?"

Ma Zongkui turned his head to look at the tablet of Yaozhu, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

This smile seemed to say nothing, but it seemed to say everything.

"I hope you can make a wise choice. When I succeed in the future, the door of the Ma family will be open to you at any time."

Ma Zongkui showed the capacity of a superior person. As the future King of Fortune, he should naturally be tolerant of others, let alone a strong Taoist like Ma Yinglong.

"Oh shit."

At this moment, Wang Xiaoyi was extremely upset seeing his gesture.

Ma Zongkui slowly withdrew his gaze and was about to leave.

"Your Majesty, wait a moment."

At this moment, a heavy voice came from the fairy goose hall.

"Master Chief!?" Zhou Dao's heart moved slightly, and he turned to look.

"Since the Ma family is here, there is one thing I want to explain clearly."

"Dare to ask Mr. Chief Director what is the matter!?"

Ma Zongkui lowered his posture~lightnovelpub.net~ and asked.

He didn't dare to continue to put on airs in front of the head of the Monster Control Division.

"Yaozhu still has a will before he dies, let me hand it over to Prince Fu's Mansion." Lu Xianyou said calmly.

Here, he mentioned Fu Wang's Mansion, but not Ma's.

"Also please make it clear, Master Chief."

"It's easy to say."

As soon as the words fell, a stream of light flew out, shaking the sky, and the mysterious thoughts swept through the void like ten thousand monsters singing together.

I saw that stream of light fell in the air and turned into a decree, leaving the mark of the demon pillar in the corner, with only eight large characters on it.

Ma Yinglong, who takes on my mantle!

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