dragon hunter

Chapter 48 Blood Coffin Lock Dragon

"Finally came out." I was a little excited, narrowly escaped death, and finally left the damn cave.

"This valley is lifeless, Fatty feels a little abnormal." Fatty Wang is full of fat, but his physical strength is not to be underestimated. With two bags on his back, he didn't lose track of him all the way.

"The white tiger broke its wings, and the blue dragon lowered its head. This dragon vein has withered." The second uncle walked around with a compass, and stood there frowning.

"Look over there, there is a broken stone tablet." Li Xiaolei pointed to a corner of the valley.

I walked quickly to the side of the broken stele. This stone stele of unknown age was dilapidated and covered with tiny cracks.

Behind the dilapidated stele, there are some broken bricks and tiles left, and the surrounding area is a mess that has been excavated.

"This should be the tomb of the ancestors of the Zhang family, but it was destroyed by Yin Changsheng." The second uncle came here with a compass.

"Look, that blood-red vine is moving." Fatty Wang exclaimed in a fuss.

"Vampire vines, let's go and have a look." The second uncle quickly ran to the side of the woods.

"In the land of dragon veins, there must be visions." This sentence was recorded in the Broken Physiognomy.

This valley is just a low-grade dragon vein, but the flowers, plants and trees are very different from the outside world. There is a Podocarpus pine in front, twisting and circling, like a dragon soaring nine days, with extraordinary momentum.

However, with the withering of the dragon's veins, the needle leaves of the Podocarpus pine tree withered and yellowed, and had lost its vitality, but a blood-red thorn vine attached to the trunk seemed to be full of vitality.

Before I got close, I saw a blood shadow sweeping towards me with a sharp whistling sound.

"Be careful!" I reminded loudly, quickly glanced to both sides, and hid behind a thick old tree.

"Crack!" The blood-red vine hit the trunk, the bark splashed, and the curved barbs on the vine almost caught my clothes.

Damn, it almost caught me. Fatty Wang exclaimed, curled up and rolled, narrowly avoiding the sweeping range of trees and vines.

A piece of yellow talisman flew out of the second uncle's hand and stuck to the twisted blood-red vine like a snake, bursting into flames.

The blood red tree vines sizzled and sizzled, and a foul-smelling red mist came out, rolling continuously on the ground.

I covered my nose and hid aside, frowning and looking around, "The blood-sucking vine is here, and the Yin Changsheng is buried alive nearby."

The second uncle rushed to the red tree vine, swung the mahogany sword, and cut the twisting tree vine into two pieces, "Everyone, look carefully."

"Just in front, this hanging coffin is hung with iron chains on the stone wall." Li Xiaolei's face was a little nervous.

Behind the woods is a curved cliff. Between the semicircular cliffs, a blood-red hanging coffin is pulled by a few iron chains, which looks very strange.

"The terrain over there is a bit strange." The second uncle took out the compass and calculated it with his fingers.

"That cliff looks like a dragon's head, and the location of the hanging coffin is in the eye of the dragon." The hanging coffin was dripping red, as if soaked in blood, which made me feel a little uneasy.

"The finishing touch, the position of the longan is where the air pocket of the dragon vein is, and the hanging coffin is absorbing the energy of the dragon vein." The second uncle put away the compass with a solemn expression.

"Crackling" a scalp-numbing sound sounded in the blood-red hanging coffin.

"No, the corpse in the coffin is about to wake up from the blood of the vampire vine." The second uncle came to me and took out a silver needle.

I looked at the second uncle with some puzzlement, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"Calculating the time, the secret map of Qianlong on your back should have initially merged with your blood. Now I will unseal the first hexagram: the trapped dragon ascends to heaven." The second uncle motioned me to take off my shirt.

"That thing is about to wake up, let's go and stop it." I looked at my second uncle anxiously, not knowing why he was making trouble.

"You can't avoid this fierce battle. Only by unsealing the first hexagram can you have the ability to save your life." The second uncle looked solemn.

I took off my shirt, and the second uncle shot like a wind, and tapped my back three times with a silver needle. I felt a numbness in my back, as if there were countless ants crawling again.

"Then what is the use of the hexagram image of the sleepy dragon ascending to heaven?" I nervously followed the movement of the hanging coffin and asked quickly.

"The secret map of Qianlong has nine hexagrams in total. It can reverse the secret and has infinite uses. The first hexagram is unsealed and can prevent you from dying three times." The second uncle replied with a tired look.

"I'm Yin Changsheng... Destined to live forever... Hate..." A faint phantom appeared under the hanging coffin.

"Yes, why did it appear here?" I felt my heart beat a little faster.

"The corpse in the hanging coffin is calling it." The second uncle sorted out the talisman papers in his hand, preparing for the upcoming battle.

"Fatty, I will teach you a secret method that can save your life." Li Xiaolei said suddenly.

"Sister, you are really my savior." Fatty Wang was trembling with fear, and when he heard this, his face was overjoyed, and he moved closer to Li Xiaolei's side.

Li Xiaolei explained to Fatty Wang in a low voice, and then urged, "Don't hesitate, if you want to survive, just take a snapshot."

Fatty Wang's face was a little weird, he was half-believing, "It really works?"

"What's the benefit of lying to you? Hurry up and do as I say." Li Xiaolei gave the fat man a big roll of her eyes, glanced at the hanging coffin that was getting more and more restless, and urged anxiously.

As soon as Fatty Wang gritted his teeth, he trembled like a great god, his body rolled with fat, and he kept mumbling, this is the Wumen's technique of inviting gods.

"The fat man is not a member of the Wumen, can he invite the gods?" I was very puzzled and asked Li Xiaolei.

It seems easy to invite gods, but it is not that simple. Only those who believe in ghosts and gods can invite gods.

"Fatty has weirdness, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor." Li Xiaolei gritted her teeth and replied.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the blood-red coffin lid flew up and landed on the ground, flying dust.

"I was born to be abandoned, I can't live forever, I hate it!" The faint voice was full of resentment.

"Amitabha, yesterday's cause, today's result, everything is over." Fatty Wang put his palms together solemnly.

"What's the matter, why did the fat man invite the old monk to him?" I leaned over to Li Xiaolei and asked in a low voice.

"Zhumen pays attention to cause and effect, that fat man is destined to be with the old monk." Li Xiaolei had such an expression.

Is Fatty Wang related to the old monk?I mourned for the other party in my heart. It seems that this timid and lustful fat man will never even think about holding a girl's hand in his life.

"Longevity, hate!" Chi, with a transparent figure, stepped into the blood-red hanging coffin step by step.

A figure floated out of the blood-red hanging coffin, skinny and boneless, his appearance and age were invisible, and his body was shrouded in thick black air.

"Fate!" The figure spat out two words in a low voice, and the black energy all over his body poured into his body, his withered body gradually plumped up, and his wrinkled face became younger and younger.

"How is it possible?" I looked at that figure in disbelief, it was so weird.

"The black air he absorbed is the polluted dragon vein earth air, which can reshape the body." The second uncle looked solemn.

That figure absorbed all the black energy around him, and his appearance was finalized. He turned into a teenage boy.

The young man fell to the ground, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were blood red, "I buried my previous life, but I can't live forever, hate!"

"Greedy, ignorant, resentful, I planted the cause back then, and today I personally resolute the fruit." Fatty Wang clasped his hands together and strode towards the boy.

"Is the fat man okay?" I looked at the fat man's back worriedly.

"Let's go up and help." Li Xiaolei's expression changed, she gritted her teeth and chased after her.

The second uncle didn't say a word, and walked towards the young man holding the mahogany sword, his back like a tight bowstring.

"Seduce the soul, condemn to death, die!" The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed at Fatty Wang.

There was a sound of iron chains, and two figures stepped out of the void, one black and one white.

Two transparent figures were wearing black and white robes and tall hats, holding an iron chain in one hand and an iron ruler in the other, with blurred faces.

Fatty Wang clasped his hands together, reciting Buddhist scriptures with his eyes downcast, without stopping, as if he didn't see the two figures.

"Fatty, be careful ahead." I chased after him and stretched out my hand to pull Fatty Wang's arm.

A weird scene happened, my hand actually went through Fatty Wang's body and caught nothing.

Fatty Wang's body flowed like a wave of water, and disappeared without a sound. Then, a chubby figure walked out of the void in front of the young man, with his hands clasped together in a solemn appearance.

I stared dumbfounded at the back of the fat man, totally unable to understand how this scene happened.

The transparent figure, one black and one white, walked towards me unhurriedly, and an iron chain was locked around my neck with a dark atmosphere.

"Be careful!" A strong force pushed me aside, Second Uncle threw out two talisman papers, raised the mahogany sword, and slashed at the white figure.

Li Xiaolei took out a jar the size of a fist, put it on the ground, twisted her body, and circled the jar continuously.

A puff of black smoke rose from the jar, twisted like a snake, and drifted towards the black figure.

I took out a Swiss Army knife from my trouser pocket, gritted my back molars, and ran towards Fatty Wang.

"You're already dead!" The young man's voice contained endless resentment, and he pointed at Fatty Wang.

"Amitabha, I was born a dead person." Fatty Wang's face was full of blackness, and he slapped the boy with his palm.

"Fatty, I'll help you." I rushed over, raised my Swiss Army Knife, and stabbed at the boy's heart.

The swiss army knife stabbed the opponent's body. I felt like a knife was stabbed in a tree. It was not like a human body at all.

There was a sharp pain in my arm. The boy was surprisingly strong, and his hands were like a vise, tightly grasping my arm.

Fatty Wang slapped the boy's forehead with his palm, and the palm was shrouded in a faint golden light. The boy screamed and took a few steps back.

I took the opportunity to withdraw my hand, raised my arm, and saw five bluish-purple marks appear on my wrist, and I was secretly startled.

"You are doomed to die!" The boy raised his arm again and pointed at me.

I have always been very vigilant about the opponent's life-giving technique. Before the opponent raised his arm, I had already dodged to the side.

As the young man's voice fell, a transparent phantom appeared at the place where I was just standing. That phantom was exactly like me, and its figure quickly rushed towards me.

I couldn't dodge it in time, and was thrown onto my body by the phantom, and I suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which was all stained on the back of my hand and the Swiss Army knife.

There was a stream of heat coming from the Qianlong tattoo on his back, and the cold feeling on his body receded like a tide.

I felt ruthless in my heart, and before the boy could speak again, I held up the blood-stained Swiss Army knife and stabbed at the opponent's chest again.

This time the saber pierced the boy's body with ease, and a puff of black smoke rose from the boy's body, and he let out a mournful howl.

Fatty Wang chanted a Buddhist name, raised his palm shrouded in golden light, and slapped the young man on the forehead again.

"Boom!" My ears buzzed like an evening drum and morning bell, and countless chanting to Buddha rang in my ears.

"Go to hell!" I waved my Swiss Army Knife and wiped it at the boy's neck.

The feeling in his hand was like cutting a watermelon, a round thing flew up from the boy's neck, and black resentment rose into the sky.

There was silence all around, like a silent movie in slow motion, I saw the black dragon-like resentment rushing towards me, and Fatty Wang's pale face.

The sky was spinning, and I was wrapped in the soaring resentment, and I couldn't help but fly off the ground, and landed straight in the hanging coffin.

"Shift the soul!" The head that was rolling in the air fell into the blood-red hanging coffin, facing me.

"I am immortal, immortal, you destroy my holy body, die!" An evil thought sounded in my mind.

"The first hexagram: the sleepy dragon ascends to the sky." It was like the sound of a bell from heaven and earth, exploding in my ears.

My mind was in chaos, and the last thing I saw was a yellow dragon billowing in mist, soaring up, and headlong towards the black dragon made of resentment.

(End of this chapter)