As he gradually fell, Lin Meng also saw the scene at the bottom of the abyss. The white light was emitted by the white candle placed at the bottom of the abyss. The candlelight and the candlelight were both white, and the candle body was also white. They were full of yin energy. I don’t know what material it was.

And in the middle of the bottom of the abyss, there is a coffin that looks like yellow stone, covered with countless magical patterns.

There was a strong and tall young man in a costume that looked like a northern barbarian.

He was naked, with white straps twisted in twisted clothes on both arms and forehead. He was wearing something like a robe at the bottom, loose and long enough to scream. There was a piece embroidered with a dragon and dragon in the middle, and the purple swing of ghosts and gods, making him look majestic and domineering.

Next to this coffin is a circle of yellow curse wheels, with many obscure ancient characters or runes engraved on it, which should be a formation.

The yin energy that poured into this place was continuously injected into the coffin along the lines on the coffin and penetrated into the young man's body.

Lin Meng looked at it and it seemed that the man's coffin was the core of the seal here. The man must be a dead saint.

Lin Meng couldn't see the identity of the man, who was the saint in the world, and why did he die? The closer he got to the bottom of the abyss, he felt a magnificent aura sweeping over, suffocating him.

This is the great Taoist rhyme of the saint! And it is even stronger than the many Taoist rhymes of the saints that Lin Meng saw! Second only to the Taoist rhymes of Lao Long and his master Shijue Old Man!

The one who died here was not only a saint, but also a saint! How could such an existence be killed by someone!

Lin Meng cursed in his heart, and his heart became a little colder. Facing this saint corpse second only to Lao Long and his master, who looked quite good, Lin Meng was a little worried. Even if Lao Long's luck reacted, can he withstand the magnificent Taoist rhyme of this saint corpse?

It did not disappoint Lin Meng. When the saint's Taoist rhyme swept over, the golden scale of luck that Lao Long gave to Lin Meng flashed, and a majestic dragon-shaped phantom floated from it behind Lin Meng, resisting the terrifying saint's Taoist rhyme for Lin Meng.

Lin Mengping's Ping'an fell to the bottom of the abyss.

At this time, the old man Fulong, who was far away in the world, was drinking tea leisurely, listening to a group of monsters in front of him recited his sage books.

Suddenly, the old man Fulong was drinking tea, with a look of surprise on his face. He looked up at the east and looked in surprise and said:

"Why did that little guy run into Tianming's seal? No, I have to go and take a look!"

The old man immediately divided a ray of divine thoughts and sensed Lin Meng's place, and placed his divine thoughts between the heaven and earth.

Lin Meng fell to the bottom of the abyss and found that the tremendous pressure was gone, but he was worried about how to go out and was observing around.

With the protection of the golden scales of luck, Lin Meng also had some courage to look at the saint's face in front of the saint's coffin.

But just when Lin Meng just arrived at the coffin and looked at the saint's face, he saw that the saint who had been dead for a long time suddenly opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other!

Lin Meng was so scared that he took three steps back on the spot and almost fell to the ground.

Oh my god! The saint is cheating!

But Lin Meng recovered and found that the saint in the coffin was not looking at him, but beside him.

Linmon suddenly felt a chill that rushed straight into his forehead. What was around him?

Lin Meng was tense all over, and slowly turned his head in horror, looking at him along the gaze of the saint in the coffin, but only saw an old man with long beards and chest, white hair, wearing the clothes of a green teacher like a teacher, and a fairy-looking person, nodding and smiling at him.

"call!"

Lin Meng let out a long sigh, and put his heart in his stomach, and hurriedly bowed to the old man to pay tribute.

"Boy has met Mr. Big!"

This is the luck of the golden scales being alarmed. Mr. Fu Long noticed that he had encountered such an extraordinary trouble as a saint, and he came to show his saints in person.

The old man didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly to Lin Meng, and then slowly said to the saint who opened his eyes in the coffin:

"This child was pushed into this place by the playful play of the younger generation of your lineage. Unintentionally disturbed, Tianming, you can heal your wounds with peace of mind."

Tianming? The font size of Tianming? The saint is Tianming? Why does this name sound so familiar?

Lin Meng scratched his head for a while, and saw the saint in the coffin closing his eyes again without saying a word. Only then did Lin Meng remember.

Tian Ming! I heard that the master sometimes made a mistake in his words. When talking about Tian Sheng, he lamented that Tian Sheng had thirty-six followers who were extremely capable and were named the thirty-six divisions of Tian Sheng. Among them, the first battle general was Tian Gang, which was the ancestor of Bengtian who founded the Temple of War God, and the second battle general was Tian Ming!

This is a follower of the Heavenly Saint at the time! He is also an extremely saint!

What is related to Tiansheng is the ultimate taboo between heaven and earth. No wonder when asked about the master’s affairs about Dayuan, the master shook his head and said nothing. In addition to the master’s surprise and sighing, now when he thinks about it, every time he mentions the topic about Tiansheng, the master shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing that the Saint Tianming in the yellow sarcophagus closed his eyes again, Lin Meng breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked carefully to the old man beside him:

"Saint of Heaven, isn't this the second general under the Heavenly Saint's throne? Why is there anyone here who dares to kill the Heavenly Saint? Canglong Fengyuan and Mingjiao Lock the Stream, isn't it the place where the saint buried his bones? It seems that the Saint of Heavenly Saint was not dead."

The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Lin Meng, then muttered.

"I know a lot!"

Then he said with some regret: "You are right. Tianming is the second general under the Heavenly Holy Secret. He has great strength. No one in the world can kill him head-on, and no one dares to do such a thing. In the world, who can beat Tianming in this world, besides me and your master Shijue, the madman, there is only another madman, Tiangang."

"And the one who killed Tianming was the first general under the Tiansheng Cathedral. The founding ancestor of the War God Temple with the title of Tiangang is known as the ancestor of the Bengtian who had one punch to collapse the sky!"

Lin Meng was shocked and shouted: "The first general under Tian Sheng's seat was fighting in the nest!"

This news is incredible.

The old man shook his head and said, "No, it's just that when Tiangang and Tianming were fighting each other, they accidentally killed Tianming with one punch."

When a top saint was fighting with another top saint, he accidentally punched the other party to death?

Lin Meng brows jumped straight when he heard this. It was like a fairy tale to put such a thing on the saint.

If it weren't for the words that came out of Lao Long, Lin Meng would probably have cursed nonsense on the spot.

But when Lao Long said this, even if it was outrageous, Lin Meng had to believe it.
Chapter completed!