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The spiritual energy of the Realm of the Heavens was abundant, and the martial way flourished. Cultivators were as numerous as the clouds. Strength was the only way out! Ye Kai, who had risen to the position of Martial Emperor from a demon slave in his previous life, knew better than anyone else the principle of respecting the strong! As long as he regained a thousandth of the strength of his previous life, he could crush these schemes with his bare hands!

"..."

Dong! The bronze coffin stopped moving, and it crashed onto the ground.

"The auspicious hour has arrived. Open the grave and bury the coffin, let Second Young Master rest in peace! "Ai, what a pity. He should have been a proud son of heaven of his generation, but he ended up like this …" In the mountain of graves, the middle-aged man in charge of mourning sighed repeatedly.

"Ye Qiushan, stop putting on an act. You are so hypocritical, causing people to feel disgusted! My brother will not die! "No way!" At this moment, a young girl angrily rebuked him in grief and indignation.

"He won't die?" Three days ago, his heart meridian was shattered, and his corpse might even be smelly by now! " Some people in the surroundings sneered. Their words were harsh, and it attracted quite a bit of agreement.

"That's right. He's clearly a piece of trash, yet he still wants to eat swan meat while being a toad, trying to get his hands on Princess Mu Yun. He deserves to die. He has completely lost the face of our General's Estate!"

"Humph!" That's right, if it wasn't for the fact that other people are secretly mocking our Ye family, if it wasn't for Princess Mu Yun's magnanimity, I think the old master would have been in trouble. "

"That's why he died so well!" "How many spiritual medicines have I wasted in the past few years? If they were all given to me, I would at least be a Martial Master now."

However, he still had to put on an act on the surface, so he stared at the purple-robed girl in front of the coffin and said expressionlessly, "Qingyi, stop messing around. If you delay the burial, there might be some unforeseen events that will harm your younger brother's rebirth."

Plop!

Ye Qingyi fiercely knelt beside the bronze coffin, opened her jade arms like a mother eagle protecting her child, and protected the coffin with her life, not allowing anyone to touch it. Her clear eyes stared at Ye Qiushan, "Second Uncle, why are you so anxious to bury my brother? Was he afraid that my father would notice something amiss after he returned from the border pass? Or are you afraid that grandpa will find out something after he comes out of seclusion? "

The young girl's voice traveled through the coffin and into Ye Kai's ears. His helpless and tearful voice was filled with resentment and unwillingness, "Don't think that I don't know! You're the ones who killed my brother! Ye Kai cannot cultivate in the Martial Dao, so he cannot even compete for the position of Patriarch's successor. However, all of you have to do is to kill him off and cause his death! "

"You are all murderers!"

Hearing this, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Dong! Dong!

Suddenly, a hurried and powerful knocking sound came from inside the coffin. Ye Qingyi was the first to react and was both surprised and happy. "Little brother! Is that you? You're not dead, are you? "

Bang!

However, Ye Qiushan frowned. He stepped forward and lightly struck out with his palm. The bronze coffin that weighed more than ten thousand Jin was sent flying, falling into a tomb!

"Qing Yi, death is like extinguishing the lamp. Don't let your thoughts run wild and disturb your little brother."

"What are you all still standing around for? Hurry up and dig out the soil to seal the grave! " Ye Qiushan gave the order, and all the servants quickly waved their shovels, throwing the dirt into the tomb.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The knocking sounds from the bronze coffin became louder and louder, Ye Kai's face was filled with anger, "What a vicious old thief!" You actually want to bury me alive? He was simply courting death! When my cultivation recovers, I will be the first to send you to hell! "

This, this...

The increasingly rapid knocks caused all the servants to reveal a look of horror as they hastily retreated. Could it be that this good-for-nothing young master had extorted a corpse?

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