At this moment, an ethereal and vast voice suddenly sounded: "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth."

Let the deceased be at peace, and the living regain liberation...

This sound seems to come from the distant sky, and it seems to explode in the ear, which is very strange.

A strong sixth sense told Ye Wudao that the voice seemed to be speaking to him.

After a little thought, Ye Wudao decided to go and find out.

It didn't take long for Ye Wudao to discover the owner of the voice.

An old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows was sitting by the river fishing with a kind expression on his face.

For some reason, the more Ye Wudao looked at this old monk, the more familiar he felt, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Ye Wudao took the lead and said, "Old sir, have we met before?"

The old monk nodded: "That's right, donor, we did meet."

Ye Wudao: "Where have you seen it?"

The old monk smiled mysteriously: "You will find out later."

Ye Wudao: "The dust returns to the dust, the earth returns to the earth, what did you say to me just now?"

The old monk nodded.

Ye Wudao: "What does this mean?"

The old monk said, "It's the literal meaning."

Dust, this is dust, he should exist in the world of dust.

Soil is soil, and he should live in the world of soil.

Master Ye, you don't belong to this world, it is unreasonable for you to exist in this world.

Come on, I'll take you to the world where you should exist.

Ye Wudao frowned: "It's a mystery!"

I don't exist in this world, which world should I exist in?

If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless.

Ye Wudao decided to ignore this old lunatic and turned to leave.

Donor Ye, please stay. The old monk stopped Ye Wudao: "Donor, listen to me, you really are no longer suitable for this world."

I was ordered to take you to our world.

Ye Wudao was very happy: "Oh, then tell me, which world do I belong to?"

The old monk pointed to his feet: "Hell!"

Be bold!

Ye Wudao was furious: "You dare to humiliate God, you are guilty!"

The old monk hurriedly said: "God handsome, it's just your title in the world."

In the underworld, you are just an ordinary ghost.

Besides, I'm not humiliating you, just telling the truth. To be honest, you're dead now.

Ye Wudao: "You should be glad that my wolf king death squad is not around."

Otherwise, just say what you just said, they will cut you into eight pieces!

The old monk smiled bitterly: "I knew God Shuai wouldn't believe me!"

Come on, I'll convince you.

The old monk got up and walked several dozen meters to the east.

With the weak light of the fire, Ye Wudao suddenly discovered that there was a tomb there.

And on the tombstone, the words "The Tomb of God Shuai Ye Wudao" are written impressively.

Is this my grave?

Is the old monk's grave for me?

His eyes sparkled with anger: "Old bald donkey, to deceive me, even a fake grave has been made."

It's hard for me to kill you now.

The old monk said, "If donor Ye doesn't believe it, you can open the tomb to see if your body is in the coffin!"

Ye Wudao said indifferently: "If there is no body of mine, I will sentence you to death."

He released his energy and blasted the grave on the spot.

The lid of the coffin was also blown in half.

When he saw the scene of the coffin, Ye Wudao suddenly felt top-heavy and his limbs trembled.

it is true!

Inside the coffin is actually his own body!

I Ye Wudao died?

When did I die!

How is this possible!

Fake, this must be fake!

The old monk said again: "Master Ye, come with me."

Don't waste time!

roll!

Ye Wudao was a little irrational under his rage, and a powerful Dragon King sword flew out, splitting the old monk in two on the spot.

The old monk's body didn't shed a drop of blood, and even slowly came together again, and no injuries could be seen. JrNovels.com