That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 667 Three-foot invincible eight-door lock

Xu Beiyou finally opened his eyes, he could not see the sky and the earth, he could not see the vastness, he was still in the coffin chamber of the mausoleum on the ninth floor. a dream.

Xu Beiyou found that the dried up "lake" in his body had been recharged at some point, and he had returned to the peak of the Earth Immortal Bazhong Building, and besides his own energy, there was also a humane breath in his body, Warm and comfortable, like a long river rushing fast in his body, entering and exiting each acupoint.

If Xu Beiyou's sea of ​​qi is compared to a huge lake, then his meridians are rivers, and his orifices are small lakes. This breath starts from the sea of ​​qi and diffuses into the rivers. After that, they dispersed again into the tributary creeks and small lakes through the river, and finally fully integrated into Xu Beiyou's body, not only repairing the hidden injuries of Xu Beiyou's body, but even giving Xu Beiyou's supreme sword body a new look, like the old one. The room has been renovated and has a new look.

He exhaled heavily, and then took a new breath.

Xu Beiyou got up slowly, re-adapted to the abundant energy in his body, then walked to the side of Emperor Xiao's Zi Palace, and suddenly had a bold idea, if the coffin was pushed open at this time, would it be empty inside?

It's just that under the watchful eyes of everyone, he didn't have the courage to put this idea into practice.

Xu Beiyou stopped not far from the Zi Palace, observed carefully, and felt that this Zi Palace should have never been opened, and the emperor who was still talking to his heaven and man just now should have slept in it. In fact, it is not very appropriate to say sleep , it should be that Xiao Huang's "body" is still inside, but his soul may not be still inside.

Just as Xu Beiyou's thoughts were flying, the mausoleum shook violently.

Xu Beiyou suddenly came back to his senses and asked, "What's the matter?"

The empress dowager said expressionlessly: "It should be that the guests have arrived."

Xu Beiyou's face changed slightly, he stretched out his hand to hook the knot of the sword box, flew out of the coffin, and came to the long passage outside the coffin, and Mr. Ping'an, Zhang Baisui, followed closely behind.

At the entrance of the mausoleum on the ninth floor, there are two figures standing.

Qing Chen, who has already lifted Fatianxiangdi, said calmly: "Going forward, it will be Xiao Yu's resting place. If the poor Taoist is right, Xiao Xuan, Xu Beiyou and others are also among them, you still have to move on ?”

Bing Chen's face was firm, "It's half a ninety-ninety miles, since you've come here, there's no reason to turn back."

Qing Chen nodded slightly, and then said "go".

Bingchen moved first, and swept his sword towards the door.

Although this sword did not have the power to destroy the city and pull the mountain due to its own consumption, it still showed the demeanor of a sword fairy.

The next moment, with a thundering sound like a loud bell, the ice dust in the imposing realm of the eighteenth floor of the immortal flew back from the door. Although she didn't look embarrassed, she couldn't hide the shock on her face color.

The earth trembled, and with the sound of clanging and heavy footsteps, a golden-armored god walked out of the door, holding the huge sword in his hand in front of him, and a huge gap was cut on the blade.

Bingchen continued to look at the door with a solemn expression, and then another eleven golden-armored gods came out of the door one by one, and stood side by side with the previous golden-armored gods, like an iron wall, which could not be surpassed.

The aura of the twelve golden-armored gods combined together is like a mountain like a mountain, comparable to the earth fairy in the realm of the eighteenth floor.

Qing Chen's face was calm, "Everyone knows that there are twelve prison blood guards in the Dark Guard's Mansion, but they don't know that after Xiao Yu ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, he collected all the golden soldiers from all over the world, gathered them in the imperial capital, and cast them into twelve golden men. The killing spirit in the sold golden soldiers, in addition, based on the golden body of the Bodhisattva of Molun Temple, it is integrated into Taoism, Buddhism, Tianji Pavilion, Martial Arts Army Formation and other secret arts, which is a step further than the twelve prison blood guards. Making it powerful, not inferior to the previous eight tomb guards, is the last reliance of this imperial mausoleum."

Bingchen asked bluntly: "What should I do?"

Qing Chen smiled slightly, waved his big sleeve, and eight mysterious banners flew out from the sleeve one by one, standing in all directions, forming a formation of their own.

At the beginning, Qingchen used this method to deal with the Dragon King of Buddhism and Li Qingyu on the banks of the Han River. The eight mysterious banners can be connected with each other, linking to the gate of ghosts, and the Ming Mausoleum is directly connected to the underworld, so at this time Qingchen listed the eight mysterious banners again. Its power has more than doubled, and the rolling Yin Qi is rushing like a river, almost making people mistakenly think that they are already in the nether world.

Qingchen formed a overturning seal in his hand, and said softly: "Eight generals will break their souls."

The eight mysterious banners turned into eight bone flag gates, and the black air inside the gates rolled endlessly, bottomless, and then with the violent vibration of the flag gates, eight tall and hideous figures broke through the black mist and walked out slowly from the flag gates , the momentum is terrifying.

These eight ghost generals were captured by Qing Chen after more than ten years of time, and then sealed in the Qimen after being refined with the sky-high cultivation base. After spending a lot of effort on refining, Qingchen is already comparable to ordinary earth immortals. Now, with the help of the power of the underworld that is close at hand, the resentment and death aura on the eight ghost generals' body has become stronger, and their statures have once again increased. The mighty golden-armored generals were almost indistinguishable, and the black mist in his hands turned into iron locks, captivating his soul.

Back then, without the blessings of the Netherworld, the eight ghost generals could stand on equal footing with the Buddhist Dragon King in the sixteenth floor of the Earth Immortal. At this time, they stood according to the eight trigrams, relying on the formation to leverage each other, even facing the twelve golden armored generals. The god general is not weak.

Qing Chen calmly said: "Poverty Dao restrains the eight golden men, and Junior Sister Bingchen takes care of the other four, how about it?"

Bingchen put his hand in front of his body, nodded slightly and said a good word.

The next moment, the eight ghost generals threw out the iron locks in their hands, bound them to a golden armor respectively, and then began to pull back.

Qing Chen stretched out his hand to wipe in front of his body, and said in a calm voice: "Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, Hugh, Health, Hurt, Du, Jing, Death, Surprise, Open, eight golden locks .”

The breath of the eight bone flag gates suddenly rolled, and they were connected to the eight ghost generals, so that the golden armor god generals bound by their chains could not move an inch.

There was a gap in the sword, and the Golden Armored God General suddenly stepped forward, his huge body shining brightly.

Then it led the remaining three gold-armored god generals to rush towards Bingchen at a speed that didn't match its own body.

Bing Chen looked at the four golden armored generals expressionlessly, and after slowly raising the Duan Tanchen in his hand, the entire eighth-floor mausoleum was filled with trembling sounds.

Jianming Mingling.

Bingchen's clothes fluttered, and her figure disappeared suddenly, showing the demeanor of a female sword fairy.

Her sword just appeared three feet in front of the first golden armored general, no more, no less, and then she handed out the sword.

Shangguan Xianchen once said that holding a three-foot green blade is invincible within three feet in front of him.

I don't know how many kendo monks yearn for this sentence, and it is regarded as the transcendent state of kendo.

Today Bingchen wanted to re-verify Shangguan Xianchen's words.

Invincible within three feet!
Breaking greed and hatred collided with the golden sword, and the sword broke.

The golden armor on the body of the Golden Armored God just resisted for a while, and was pierced into the chest by this majestic sword. In the blink of an eye, the golden light all over his body faded away at an extremely fast speed, and the eyes in his eyes The golden brilliance also quickly dimmed.

At this time, Qing Chen had already floated into the gate of the ninth floor mausoleum.

(End of this chapter)