dragon hunter

Chapter 403 The Curse of Aging

I have made many conjectures, but no matter which one, I never thought that the person lying in the coffin would be a person covered with feathers.

That person's face was somewhat similar to Dao Ji's. Even though his skin was a little dry, it could be seen that he must have been a suave person during his lifetime.

"My God, is this still a human, why does it look like a bird?" Old Fangtou looked horrified.

"Fathering and Ascension!" My face was extremely solemn.

This kind of spectacle, which only exists in classics, actually appeared in front of my eyes.

"What do you mean, does a corpse have to become a god?" Old Fangtou was puzzled.

"If it wasn't for our coincidence to destroy the plan of this painting idiot prince, he might really become a god." I was filled with emotion.

The old Fangtou didn't understand what I was talking about, and hurriedly asked, what's going on with all this.

"In this world, there used to be a saying that a perfect physical body, coupled with a Dzogchen soul, would be able to ascend instantly." I explained slowly.

Old Fangtou blinked his eyes, my words were a bit esoteric to him, and he didn't quite understand them.

"This painting idiot prince probably believed this statement, and used a special sarcophagus to preserve his own body, but a ray of remnant soul was integrated into the ancient painting, and finally turned into the road sacrifice of Shenglong Temple." I continued.

"Then he used sorcery to seduce a bunch of disciples, is it because he wants to consummate his own soul?" The old square head was gradually able to keep up with my rhythm.

"That's right, the way of burning incense to become a god is old-fashioned, but the effect is good. If he takes the Millennium Mushroom, his soul may really be consummated." I said with a bit of rejoicing.

"Then what's going on with this feathered corpse?" The old square looked fearfully at the body in the coffin.

"Have you noticed that the pattern tattooed on the sarcophagus is exquisite. The combination of this pattern is called the Hundred Birds Transformation Phoenix Picture, which can slowly transform an ordinary body into a feather." I patiently asked The old square head explained.

"It's unbelievable." After hearing my words, the old Fangtou expressed emotion, and then glanced at the corpse in fear, worried, "Shouldn't this body wake up by itself?"

I smiled dumbly and said, "His soul has vanished into thin air, leaving only a shell. How could he wake up?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden change.

Lying in the sarcophagus, the feathered body suddenly opened its eyes, and a pair of eyeballs stared straight at me.

"My god, it's a fake corpse!" The old square head trembled in fright, and staggered a few steps on his hind legs.

I swore just now that this corpse would never wake up, but in the blink of an eye, it opened its eyes.

Being stared at by those lifeless eyes, I felt my scalp go numb, swallowed hard, raised the Gouyu Sword, and held it in front of myself.

"You're not dead?" I asked cautiously with a trembling voice.

Because I fell into a coma at the last moment of the battle with Dao Ji, so I don't know whether he is dead or alive. Later, it was inferred that he was out of his wits, which was also based on the situation at that time.

If he didn't die and returned to his own body, the consequences would be disastrous.

The body in the coffin didn't move or speak, just staring at me with its eyeballs.

"Brother Zhang, how come you have aged so much in the blink of an eye?" Old Fangtou was terrified.

I was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched my face, but it turned out to be like touching a piece of loose flesh.

Surprised in my heart, I immediately looked at my hand, and saw that the originally slender and full hand was as dry as chicken feet at the moment.

"Curse!" I yelled in horror, the corpse opened, it wasn't that the other party came back to life, but Dao Ji cast a curse on me before he died.

The situation is critical, if I don't respond, maybe in just a few minutes, I will die of old age.

I bit my tongue hard, and sprayed a mouthful of pure Yang blood at the body lying in the coffin.

The blood mist flew around, staining the feathered face, and a layer of fluorescence rose from the opponent's face, blocking the blood mist from the outside.

"As expected of the most perfect body, it is like the vajra indestructible body of an eminent monk, and cannot be touched by various spells." I widened my eyes.

But my life is at stake, and I don't have much sense of kung fu. Seeing that Bailing's pure yang blood can't break the opponent's curse, I swung the hook jade sword and stabbed the body between the eyebrows.

The feathered body was as motionless as a dead thing, just a pair of lifeless eyeballs, which made people panic in their hearts.

The moment the tip of the Gouyu sword touched the opponent's brow, a golden rune appeared between the opponent's brow. With a shake of my arm, the Gouyu sword involuntarily turned aside.

I felt that my physical strength was passing away rapidly, and I felt a little desperate. Could it be that the strong winds and waves are coming, and I am going to die in the hands of a corpse.

At this time, the old Fangtou found a stone brick from nowhere, held it in his hands, closed his eyes and yelled, and threw it hard at the corpse.

Strange to say, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break through the defensive body, and was smashed to pieces by an ordinary stone brick.

Seeing the bloody scene, the old Fangtou covered his mouth with his hand, and ran to the side retching.

I felt that the lost physical strength was quickly returning to myself, and my arms were full again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Luckily, I saved my life, so I walked over and patted Old Fangtou on the shoulder to express my gratitude.

The old Fangtou retched twice, but didn't spit out anything. He straightened up and patted his chest. After a while, he said, "You've saved me several times, so we don't need to thank you."

I looked at the remnant body in the coffin, and regret flashed in my eyes, a fully feathered body, at least after several hundred years of gestation, is completely destroyed right now.

In a blink of an eye, the pity in my heart was thrown out of the sky, after all, I almost died in the hands of that body.

"Let's go, let's look for the key room of the agency." I greeted the old Fangtou and walked towards the back of the tomb.

The tomb built by the ancestors was completely built according to the standard pattern. I have seen the layout and structure diagram of this kind of tomb in the Broken Book.

It didn't take much effort to find the dark room hidden behind the stone wall. After pulling down the control mechanism of the broken dragon stone, there was a sound of the machine from a distance.

When I walked out of the tomb again and saw the sunlight outside, I took a deep breath of fresh air and felt so good to be alive.

This near-death experience changed old Fangtou's mentality of wanting to die. He squinted his eyes at the sun, and his face became a little brighter.

Just as she was about to speak, the mobile phone in her trouser pocket suddenly vibrated continuously.

I took out my phone suspiciously, and saw that there were more than a dozen missed calls on it, all of which were from Zhen Qingyi.

Only then did I remember that in the tomb, the cell phone had no signal, and Zhen Qingyi had been unable to get through to the phone, so I was probably worried.

I hastily dialed back a phone number, and just after two rings, the phone was answered and asked me what was going on with a concerned tone.

What happened here can't be explained clearly in a sentence or two, so I have to say that there was a little accident, but it's fine now, and I'll talk about it when I go back.

I looked back at the re-sealed tomb. From then on, there will be no more idiot princes in this world.

However, I still miss the ancient painting of the other party. After all, the ancestor sealed the secret method in the ancient painting, which is something I urgently need.

"From here to the east, it should be the mountain top of Shenglongguan?" I squinted my eyes to identify the direction.

"Yes, I happen to know a path that can lead to that." The old square man said, walking forward.

The mountain road was bumpy, and I was exhausted, and I was so tired that I was out of breath.

However, after untold hardships, the stumbling block of Daoji Festival was removed. I was anxious to get the ancient paintings, so I could only grit my teeth and persist.

Walking through a forest and standing in front of the gate of Shenglong Temple again, I feel a lot of emotions in my heart.

The scene of fleeing in embarrassment at that time is still vivid in my mind. At this time, Dao Ji has lost his soul, and Shenglong Temple is no longer a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair.

Perhaps it was because of the absence of Dao Ji, the Shenglong Temple was very cold, and there were no ghosts.

"Where do you think he would put the ancient paintings?" I walked into the Taoist temple and asked the old Fangtou beside me.

"Such an important thing, if it were me, it would definitely be placed in the bedroom." The old Fangtou said.

I lifted my foot and walked to the back of the Taoist temple. I came here once last time, and I know the general layout.

Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed away at the corner of the corridor.

"Why is she here?" My eyes were fixed, and my tone was a bit puzzled.

The figure I saw just now was that mysterious woman who was very similar to Bai Yuan.

I have dealt with this mysterious woman several times, and even fought once, but I have never been able to figure out the origin of the other party, and I don't know what she wants to do.

With the ancient painting in mind, I subconsciously quickened my pace and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Turning the corner, I didn't see the mysterious woman, but the door of the wing on the left was half open.

The last time I was here, I knew it was Daoji's living room, so I immediately took out the Gouyu sword and hurried over.

Through the half-open door, I saw the mysterious woman, hunched over, looking for something among the cabinets in the room.

"What are you looking for?" I pushed open the door, walked into the room, and stared at the other party with a frown.

The mysterious woman turned her head in shock, and when she turned around and saw me, panic flashed in her eyes, and she asked, "Why did you appear here? Aren't you afraid of meeting Dao Ji?"

"I'm afraid the Great Dao Festival will not appear again. Can you tell me, what are you looking for?" I stared at the woman. If the other party's purpose is the same as mine, I might have to fight again.

"Da Dao Ji is really dead?" There was a flash of disbelief in the woman's eyes.

"I didn't say he was dead, how did you know?" I sneered.

If she can't come up with a plausible explanation, it means she's been watching us from the beginning to the end.

(End of this chapter)