Alchemy Emperor Of The Divine Dao Chapter 3913: Human Skin

Chapter 3913: Human Skin

Instantly, everyone went crazy.

The Nine Heavens Black Wood was the source of all trees. This was an Emperor Tier-level mother tree. The fruits it bore could even allow an Ancestral King to live another life. It could be claimed to be the strongest Celestial medicine in the world.

“What a waste of natural treasures!” Someone instantly pounded his chest and stamped his feet, looking like he was about to commit murder.

“The Emperor Tier-level Celestial Tree has actually been chopped down to become a coffin. Just how wasteful is that?”

“Truly… wasteful!”

Everyone was gritting their teeth. Was this how the mother tree was used?

It could clearly bear the strongest Celestial medicine, and allow a Great Emperor to live a second life, yet now, it had been chopped down and made into a coffin. To say nothing of them, even Saints would be stomping their feet in fury if they came.

“Is Buddha Doga buried here?” someone guessed.

There was an 80% chance that was the case. Otherwise, who would be so extravagant? “Open the casket!”

“Open!”

One after another, voices rang out, and everyone agreed to open the casket.

If Buddha Doga was buried here, it was very likely that his inheritance would also be there. Obtaining it would surpa.s.s the resources of the Holy Land.

The Saintly medicines on the casket was first taken down. For the moment, no conflict had erupted, because there was something even more enticing.

Once the inheritance of a Pseudo-Emperor came into being, it would definitely be a b.l.o.o.d.y battle. There would not be many people here that would be able to leave alive.

The stone coffin outside was extraordinarily heavy, but this wooden coffin was not heavy at all. Only one person exerted force, and the lid of the coffin was lifted. Then, it was lifted, and tossed aside.

Though the Nine Heavens Black Wood was a top grade mother tree, only the fruits it bore would be very useful. In itself, there did not seem to be anything special about it.

Everyone craned their necks to look into the wooden coffin. At this moment, they were all filled with antic.i.p.ation and curiosity.

“Yi?”

“Ah!”

What had they seen?

What was buried in the casket was not a corpse, but rather a thin sheet of human skin.

This was strange. Logically speaking, even if it had been too long, and the corpse had decomposed, shouldn’t what was left behind be bones?

And now, the bones were gone, and there was only a sheet of human skin left behind. What the h.e.l.l was this?

All of a sudden, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. They felt a cold chill run up their spines, and a feeling of unease rose up in them.

In truth, this Black Heaven Temple had always given off an incredibly strange feeling.

“Where’s the inheritance? Where’s the Pseudo-Emperor’s inheritance?” Someone couldn’t accept this, and shouted loudly.

They were filled with antic.i.p.ation, thinking that they could obtain the inheritance of a Pseudo-Emperor here, but in the end, they only saw a sheet of human skin. Who could accept

this?

“Forget it. At least, there’s still a large amount of Saintly medicines. It’s profitable,” someone said.

Indeed, to say nothing of the fact that there were at least twenty to thirty Saintly medicines here, even if only one had appeared, it would be enough to incite a riot from the various Holy Lands, and they would fight over it at all costs.

It could not be helped. Who asked that their expectations previously were too high?

Next, it was time to distribute the Saintly medicines.

How was it to be divided?

Of course, they would fight. Whoever was stronger would be able to get a share of the loot.

However, there were really too many Core Formation Tier elites here. Even if one was the strongest, they could not possibly kill all the others, and take the treasure for themselves. Thus, at most, those who were stronger would get a little more.

“Hehe, I want a Saintly medicine. No one disagrees, right?” an old man in his sixties asked. He was a cultivator at the consummate level of the Core Formation Tier, and his battle prowess was also outstanding. It was because of this that he dared to speak up.

“I want one too,” another powerful Core Formation Tier cultivator said with extreme confidence.

“Then I want one too.”

“Leave one for me.”

Those who were stronger spoke up one after another. There were only close to thirty Saintly medicines, and no one was willing to cut them open and share them with anyone.

Ling Han was thinking about how he was going to s.n.a.t.c.h the Saintly medicine. Although the Heavenly Dao Flames were incredibly powerful, if they were released just like that, even the Saintly medicines ould be turned into ashes. That would be a double loss.

All of a sudden, an incredibly coldness rose up in his heart, causing him to involuntarily retreat.

Not only him, but the prodigies also had an instinctive reaction to danger. In an instant, they saw a dozen over people moving against the crowd.

Weng, a terrifying aura spread out, causing those who were still fighting over the Saintly medicine, to tremble, and reveal expressions of extreme terror.

Right at this moment, Prosperous Heaven scuttled out, an unconcealable expression of wild

joy and antic.i.p.ation on her face.

What did this woman want to do?

Ling Han’s instinctive reaction was to follow her out. This Buddhist Race Holy Daughter was far too smart, and she definitely wouldn’t place herself in a perilous situation. However, his instinct told him that this was far too dangerous.

In the end, he still calmed his heart, and did not move.

“Buddha is merciful, and the great sun overflows the heavens, expiating all life!” A ray of light was released from the chest of Prosperous Heaven. Its level far surpa.s.sed that of the Core Formation Tier, and even exceeded that of the True Self Tier. A Buddhist circle also formed behind her, making her seem as if she had transformed into a Bodhisattva that could deliver the world from destruction.

Her monk robes fluttered, transcendent above the rest.

This was the opportunity that she had been earnestly waiting for. This was an opportunity that could allow her to leap to become a supreme elite. In fact, there was even a chance that she could advance into the position of Emperor in future, and become the second Ancestral

Buddha.

However, an incredibly strange scene appeared.

A hand suddenly stretched out of the casket. The fingers were long and slender, but they were

a little too white. They pressed down on the edge of the casket, and an incredibly powerful aura also seeped out, filling the entire stone chamber.

Pu!

Prosperous Heaven instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, falling from midair.

She looked at that hand in extreme shock, her face filled with disbelief.

How was this possible?

Pa, at this moment, another hand stretched out of the casket, and pressed down on the edge

of the casket on the other side. Then, a person sat up straight.

Hiss, when they saw this “person”, everyone felt their scalps go numb, and a coldness seeped

directly into the top of their heads.

That was because this was not a person, but rather a sheet of human skin!

The human skin could actually get back to its feet, as if it was still alive. How could this not be

terrifying?

This human skin swept an empty gaze over everyone, then tilted his head slightly, as if he was pondering something. Then, he suddenly swelled up, as if he had gained a body of flesh and

blood.

Multiple streaks of light circulated, and this human skin became plump and real. First, it was

his two eyes. His hair was black like a waterfall, every strand glowing, as if it was carved from

black jade.

Yi, wasn’t Buddha Doga a monk? Why did he have hair?

Ling Han was astonished by his own stupidity. Should he be curious about his hair at this

moment?

This was a man with a st.u.r.dy build. He looked dignified, and his aura was astonis.h.i.+ng. He was indescribably handsome.

Pa, pa, pa! Everyone knelt down. This person was like an emperor. Anyone would only be qualified to bow down in front of him.

Prodigies like Prosperous Heaven was still barely holding on, but their whole bodies were covered with cold sweat like rain, and their legs were trembling as if they were swaying. Obviously, they could not possibly hold on for too long.

Only Ling Han could stand firmly. The Celestial Cauldron in his body was forged based on the Primitive Celestial Gate, allowing him to have the ability to resist all pressure.

-A cultivator at the Core Formation Tier was enough to kill him, but even the Great Emperor would not be able to make him yield.