In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

Chapter 95 The Oriole Is Behind!

"If senior is willing, that would be great."

Chen Xiu's eyes moved slightly, and he spoke in a deep voice.

Very decisive!

If the incomparably mysterious "Tianxian Xing" can make a move.

Then he did have a little more confidence in his heart.

Moreover, it was quite unwilling to let him retreat at this moment.

Whether it is the tiger gauntlet with the spine of the sword that was seen in the hallucinations of the past;
It is still the Buddha treasure in the four hundred and eighty temples of the previous dynasty!

He is not willing to give up!
"Hehe, aren't you afraid that the old man is using you?"

The Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke meaningfully.

"So what? For the rest of my life, I still need to be a little self-aware. Being able to be used by someone as senior as senior means that I still have value, and that's enough."

Chen Xiu grinned, his eyes were deep: "The scary thing is, it's not even worth being used!"

Interesting young man.

The Taoist suddenly showed a smile: "The road of practice is to fight against the sky, the earth, and people! You can have such a mentality, which is in line with the old man's wishes!"

He nodded slightly, and slowly squeezed his five fingers in the empty space!
In an instant, a strong wind swept through!
A black and white Taiji diagram condensed in the void, full of vitality and infinite death.

Amidst the surging rays of light, there is a gossip copper mirror.

One side is white, full of vitality; one side is black, full of vitality!
"This thing is called the Yin-Yang Mirror. The white side is yang, for life, and it is for suppression; the dark side is for darkness, for death, and it is for death. You hold it, and it can be used between life and death."

"Although the one in your hand is an imitation, it is easy to disinfect other idle supernatural powers. It can be used three times!"

The Taoist tapped his finger lightly.

The copper mirror floated around Chen Xiu's body like a swimming fish.

"Thank you senior."

Chen Xiu held the copper mirror, his eyes were still somewhat doubtful: "Then junior, how should I come here again."

The Taoist was slightly taken aback, and suddenly laughed at himself: "It's the old man's fault, I forgot to tell you this."

Between the words, the palm slowly wanted to move away.

It is also a Tai Chi diagram.

"Use the stellar energy to draw the breath of the heavens and the earth, just inject it. No matter where you are, you can step into this place. There are only two opportunities to step into this place every month, so take good care of it."

The Taoist's narration is very simple and easy to understand.

Chen Xiu nodded slightly, and Gang Qi gushed out.

In an instant, endless suction exploded in the palm of his hand.

When the eyes were bright again, he returned to the ancient tomb.

"call--"

Chen Xiu took a deep breath, and clenched the red long knife tightly.

The breath in his body reached its peak, and he slowly stepped into the darkness.

Going down the steps, there seems to be an extremely thick black mist.

All he could barely see were the stairs.

When walking to the deepest point, Chen Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly.

At the bottom, there is actually a tomb!
Inside there is another tomb that hides the underground palace!
The tomb of the tomb!

At this moment, the door of the tomb has been opened!

Chen Xiu walked to the tombstone and raised his head slightly.

On the stone tablet, there is also an ancient text called: Son of Worry-free Emperor.

"It turned out to be that emperor from the previous dynasty, who is also the elder brother of King Lanling... Could it be that King Lanling exists to suppress him?"

There was a bit of thought in Chen Xiu's eyes.

At this moment, the door of the tomb has been opened.

In front of Chen Xiu was a corridor paved with elegant blue bricks.

There are dozens of quaint copper lamps on both sides, which are extremely simple.

The light of the flames sprinkled down, illuminating the darkness in the corridor with some light.

Between light and darkness, one can vaguely peek into the deep tomb door.

Chen Xiu controlled his steps and walked slowly to the depths.

"It's so lively."

His eyes fell in the center.

The yin fire spreads, and the red light dances wildly!
Dozens of half-lived and half-dead living dead are almost crazy.

The old man's Taoist robe was already pitch black.

On the Chilian long sword in his hand, there are also cracks and patterns, which are mottled endlessly.

The big man was covered in blood, his arms were drooping, and there was an extremely sharp scar on his chest, and the blood was overflowing unstoppably.

The young master leaned against the corner tremblingly, his face pale.

The palm holding the talisman was shaking violently.

"My lord, quickly use the Great Teleportation Talisman! Let's get out of this damn place!"

The old man let out a low growl, with a somewhat difficult expression on his face.

Those gang of living dead are really too troublesome!

Miscalculated!
More importantly, before the coffin at the moment.

There is still a figure standing tall.

He was tall, somewhat majestic, muscular and heavily armored.

Like a rock, it stands on the ground.

In his hand, he was holding the tiger gauntlet with a sword spine, as if falling into a deep sleep.

The official seal on his waist is still clear - he is the captain of the sixth rank Zhechong.

Chen Xiu's eyes were fixed: this is the general he saw in the illusion.

However, he didn't seem to wake up.

"Anyway, they are still enemies, so it's better to use your remaining heat before dying."

Chen Xiu grinned, his eyes slightly cold.

Fingers across the Qiankun bag.

The extremely thick black box opened in his hand!

"Old Yun, we've come here. Are we really going to sit back and watch Baoshan come back empty-handed?"

The son's face was full of unwillingness.

If you can get that treasure, you can dedicate it to Princess Qinghe.

Even if he is a playboy, he can turn over completely.

He is really not reconciled!

"Young Master, let's retreat now. The old man will send a message to the sect, and then send someone over!"

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood.

The scarlet refined long sword was completely shrouded in endless cold, and its aura was dim.

"Alright alright."

There was a bit of unwilling struggle on the son's face, and the talisman in his hand was lit.

A simple and mighty magic circle emerged at the young master's feet.

The breeze is blowing, and the rays of the sun are dancing.

"Crazy Bone, let's go."

When the old man was about to speak.

Suddenly, there was a low-pitched machine sound.

He looked up suddenly.

I saw needles falling like rain all over the sky!
The color is gorgeous, covering the sky and the sun, like a rainbow in the sky, and the fairy falls into the mundane world.

Thin needles all over the sky fell down one after another.

The young master was caught off guard and was instantly shot into a hedgehog!

He was covered in blood, almost like mud, and collapsed on the ground.

The talisman in his hand also dissipated with the aura!
"Do not!!"

The old man growled.

He can't think of anything!

My young master died in front of my eyes! !
The old man leaned forward trembling.

Where is there still a bit of human appearance?

His eyes were full of anger, he looked around frantically, and roared: "Where are you bastards, you actually do such a dirty thing!! Get out of here, old man!!!"

Oh, the fool just came out.

Chen Xiu sneered, and pulled the trigger with his finger again.

This time, his target was the sleeping general!

"Shameless junior, get out of here!"

The old man was trembling with anger.

The young master died in front of his eyes, how should he go back to do business?

At this time, the sound of the machine sounded again.

The thin needles all over the sky fell again.

hum-

In the narrow tomb, a terrifying evil spirit erupted.

The blood-colored sword energy that rips the sky and the earth, soars straight into the sky! !
The old man looked back in astonishment.

The sound of countless thin needles falling on the armor was endless.

The general holding the sword gauntlet opened his blood-colored eyes!

(End of this chapter)