Asking about longevity

Chapter 956: Thousands of corpses sealed in coffins

The turbid eyes of the old man in black robe were like eagles, staring at Mr. Hui.

The leader of the Demon Sect remained silent, but the power of the evil dragon emanating from his body was enough to frighten people.

Elder Xiong's aura is slightly weaker, but he is also a demon cultivator in the late stage of Jindan. He is burly and fleshy, like a bloodthirsty bear demon.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing for a while.

Mr. Hui's scalp was slightly numb. He knew that the situation was stronger than others and that his own life was not in his hands at all, so he sighed:

"This is an extremely sinister burial method, called the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed in Coffins."

"Ten thousand corpses sealed in coffins?" the old man in black robe said solemnly.

Second Master Hui nodded, feeling chilled in his heart, "As the name suggests, it means killing 10,000 people, sealing their corpses into a huge coffin, and gathering the death energy, resentment and underground Yin energy in the coffin, and using this coffin to nourish the corpses. "

"Ten thousand living people, this is not a small number... After these people died, they piled up together, and their resentment was terrible."

"Therefore, this cruel burial method has long been banned by the cultivation world."

"When I was seeking Taoism in Maoshan, I heard some elders mention it, but I have never seen it..."

"Now that the Taoist court is unified to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, even some great demon sects have great difficulty in killing 10,000 people for burial..."

"Not to mention that in this place where sects are numerous and the qianxue is inherited by aristocratic families, such a tomb was built under the nose of Daotingsi..."

"It's really...unbelievable..."

Second Master Hui said in a trembling voice.

The old man in black robe frowned.

Even though he was a demon cultivator, he was not very proficient in the matter of tombs and ghost houses.

Otherwise, he would not have paid so much to hire Mr. Hui, who carries the Maoshan heritage, to visit the Gushan tombs.

"What was raised from the tomb of tens of thousands of corpses sealed in coffins is the flesh-and-blood corpse statue that was bred by the 'Qi'?" said the old man in black robes.

Mr. Hui's face turned pale, he shook his head and said: "Sealing the coffins of thousands of corpses, the key point is the word 'sealing'."

The old man in black robe understood it as soon as he heard it, and said with a focused look:

"You mean... the bronze coffin of ten thousand corpses is actually a 'seal'? The huge flesh-and-blood corpse statue is just a 'guard' guarding the seal?"

Second Master Hui nodded and said with a serious face:

"This is a killing tactic. The bright brass coffin is a fake coffin. The fake coffin is used to support thousands of corpses."

"Thousands of corpses are guarding the fake coffin. No matter how many golden elixir monks come, they will almost certainly die."

"And if there is a fake coffin, there must be a real coffin."

"The fake coffin is the seal of the real coffin. It is to seal everything and prevent others from knowing."

"This fake coffin is so grand and huge and has killed countless people. The real coffin must be even more terrifying."

"What's more, this is still in the border of Qianxue State. It is a real situation of 'deceiving the sky'. This kind of real large-scale situation and large-scale efforts are not something ordinary monks can set up."

"And once this tomb scheme is set up, what is sealed must be a huge secret, and what is buried in the real coffin must be something even more terrifying..."

The more Mr. Hui thought about it, the more timid he became.

The simple bright brass coffin houses such a terrifying corpse demon.

So what kind of horror is really buried in this tomb?

This is not a situation that an ordinary golden elixir like him can get into.

But as soon as Mr. Hui finished speaking, the old man in black robes revealed his eyes, "You mean, there is a real tomb? Quick, take us there."

"Senior..." Second Master Hui frowned.

"Unseal the fake coffin and take us to the real tomb." The old man in black robe said without refusal.

Then he looked sharply and said, "You are a direct descendant of Maoshan, and you are using a secret cave. Don't tell me, you can't break the seal."

Second Master Hui remained silent.

The black-robed old man's gaze became increasingly dangerous.

Master Hui knew he had no choice, so he could only sigh and said: "Okay."

The black-robed old man's expression softened a little, "Don't worry, Mr. Hui, we keep our word. When things are done, the inherited treasures in the tomb will be divided 50-50 between you and me."

Second Master Hui smiled bitterly, "Now that things have come to this, why does the old man need to trick me? I just want to save my life, nothing else."

After finishing speaking, Second Master Hui led the way, "Everyone, come with me."

In this way, the group of people returned to the depths of the underground palace.

There is still a deep pit in front of him. In the deep pit, there is a huge, gorgeous bright brass coffin.

There were corpses everywhere, **** and bloody.

This was the first time Shen Qingsheng saw this **** scene. He immediately covered his mouth and nose and started retching uncontrollably.

But no one cares about him.

The old man in black robe looked around, thought for a moment, and asked Second Master Hui: "Is the entrance to the real coffin under this copper coffin?"

"Yes." Mr. Hui nodded, "This copper coffin is actually a seal, sealing the real tomb."

"How to break this seal?"

"You need some secret methods of my Maoshan Tao."

"Then there's Second Master Lao Hui." The old man in black robe said calmly.

Mr. Hui walked towards the huge bright brass coffin with a serious look on his face.

He took out a copper coin sword, three candlesticks, some blood ink, as well as a mysterious Taoist urn array, topaz ancient talismans and a series of Maoshan Taoist magic tools.

It seems that Mr. Hui has indeed taken out all the money that was at the bottom of the box.

In front of the old man in black robe, he didn't dare to be perfunctory at all.

Mo Hua also secretly watched.

He was also very interested in "Maoshan Taoism".

According to his observation of Mr. Hui, the Maoshan inheritance should be a comprehensive monastic inheritance for ghouls, involving a series of specific exercises, Taoist methods, talismans, formations, magical weapons, special secrets, etc...

Mo Hua saw all these in his eyes and remembered them in his heart.

Even if you don’t see clearly now, you should at least broaden your horizons and gain some knowledge.

Cultivation is not just about fighting and killing.

Vision and experience are also part of a monk's strength.

Mo Hua just stared at Mr. Hui opening the forum and trying his best, watching him activate the Taoist seal formation, the topaz ancient talismans, and the Bagua steps to perform a series of secret techniques that seemed to be real.

These secret techniques may actually be useful.

But Mo Hua guessed that some of the "rituals" were actually redundant and were used to deceive others to prevent the true inheritance from being stolen by others.

Just like people like Mo Hua.

Moreover, Maoshan's process is quite defensive.

At least for Mo Hua, except for the formations, other Maoshan Taoisms were a bit vague to him.

But I have to say that Master Hui’s Maoshan Taoism is really useful.

As his Kaifeng Taoist skills progressed, there was indeed some energy near the copper coffin that was being affected by Mr. Hui.

The death and yin energy around him was gradually washed away.

Some causes and effects are turning, detaching, and completely disintegrating...

The ink painting can almost be seen with the naked eye. A thin layer of mist slowly dissipates, and the aura of cause and effect flowing with dark blood fills the surroundings.

It was as if a door to purgatory had opened in the human world.

The ground began to shake slowly, and the gravel was broken and rugged.

The huge bright brass coffin began to melt, and the golden copper liquid flowed on the ground, outlining a huge inscription.

Then the inscription shattered and the ground collapsed.

Under the melted copper coffin, a huge, dark pit was exposed.

This huge copper coffin is like a "door lock".

Now that the door lock is melted, the door to the deeper tomb is opened...

Looking at the majestic and mysterious Maoshan Taoism, as well as the dark and gloomy, biting coldness, like the pit of the Nine Netherland, Mo Hua took a slight breath.

"The door to the tomb is open," Mr. Hui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to the old man in black robe.

"Thank you." The old man in black robe raised his eyes and looked towards the gloomy entrance of the pit.

The moment the old man in black robe turned his head, Mr. Hui quickly picked up a jade talisman and put it on his forehead.

The jade talisman shattered, and with a flash of light, the entire figure of Mr. Hui disappeared.

The old man in black robe was startled, then immediately flicked his sleeves and shot out a blood-colored bone needle, piercing an open space a few feet away.

The bone needle broke through the air and pierced a vague figure.

The figure flickered and fell to the ground.

The old man in black robe frowned, "Maoshan substitute escape talisman?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure that had been hit by bone needles and fell to the ground revealed its original figure, a wooden man made of Yi wood.

"Fake, puppet?"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly felt a little scared. He looked up and saw a big hand in front of his eyes.

This big hand is wrapped around the rustic and is grabbing at me.

"Second Master Hui? He wants to arrest me?"

Mo Hua stood there blankly, motionless, pretending to avoid it.

Suddenly a **** sword light struck.

The "Mr.

Second Master Hui had no choice but to stop.

He wanted to continue his move to catch Mo Hua, but Mr. Xuan had already taken a step and stood in front of Mo Hua.

Second Master Hui cursed in his heart.

He had taken Mo Hua away with him just in case.

But he didn't expect that after using Maoshan's substitute escape method to deceive the old man in black robe, the young man in black robe named Mr. Xuan actually interfered again.

The chance to escape was just within these few breaths. If he couldn't catch Mo Hua, he could only escape by himself.

He will not go to that gloomy underground.

Based on his experience, there is a high probability that he will die if he goes there.

Therefore, after using Maoshan Taoism to melt the copper coffin and open the underground door, Mr. Hui immediately wanted to escape.

After all, the door has been opened and there is no use for him.

As long as Jin Chan escapes from the underground palace, these powerful demon cultivators should not pursue her to the death.

If they want to go to the deeper grave, they won't be able to waste too much time on themselves.

Before leaving, Mr. Hui wanted to take Mo Hua with him as well.

These days, talent is the treasure.

The treasures in the tomb are only temporary, but if you raise an array master, you can steal the treasures for a long time.

It's a pity that the black-robed young man interfered and ruined the good thing.

Second Master Hui was determined. When he saw that his plan failed, he stopped worrying about the ink painting. Instead, he made a seal and stamped the ground, and his whole body fell directly into the ground. He escaped to nowhere and disappeared.

This should also be Maoshan's Earth Escape method.

The old man in black robe sneered, his eyes shrank, and he released his consciousness with all his strength.

The old man's consciousness was so strong that even the ink painting felt vaguely like falling into a sea of ​​blood, and his chest felt suffocating. But within a moment, the old man in black robe seemed to sense the location of Second Master Hui.

He grabbed it out of thin air, bloodshot threads appeared, weaved it into a spear, and inserted it into the ground in the distance.

When the blood spear was pulled out, a figure was dragged out.

It was Mr. Hui who was about to escape.

The **** spear penetrated deeply into Master Hui's arm. Master Hui gritted his teeth and pulled out the knife, trying to break off his arm and escape.

But before he could cut off his arm, a demon cultivator who looked like a bear appeared behind him, and with a big hand like a bear's paw, he pinched Master Hui's shoulders.

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground. Master Hui immediately turned pale and could not move, saying: "Senior, spare your life!"

The old man in black robe stopped his hand and warned: "This is the last time."

"Yes..." Mr. Hui's voice trembled.

The old man in black robe looked at him, and then Xiong Zhi Yao Xiu gave up.

Mr. Hui was sweating like rain for a while.

"Let's go." The old man in black robe said.

Second Master Hui covered his arms and could only accept his fate, walking towards the dark tomb sealed by the bright brass coffin.

Arriving at the pit, Second Master Hui was still a little hesitant.

"Wealth can be found in danger," the old man in black robe said in a meaningful tone, "You said this yourself."

Second Master Hui sighed, gritted his teeth, and jumped into the grave pit.

After that, the rest of the people jumped in one after another.

When it was Shen Qingsheng's turn, he suddenly went crazy and shouted: "I won't go down, it's so gloomy inside, you want me to die..."

But no one cares about him.

The big man Xiong Zhi knocked Shen Qingsheng unconscious with one blow of his knife, and then threw him away.

It was Mo Hua's turn. Mo Hua actually wanted to go in, but he was afraid that his intention would be too obvious, that he would be suspected, and that he would appear to be "unsociable" with Mr. Hui and Shen Qingsheng, so he looked embarrassed and mumbled. road:

"I don't want to go down..."

The old man in black robe looked at the ink painting gently.

Mo Hua had no choice but to sigh, close his eyes, and jump into the abyss-like tomb.

After that came Xiong Yaoxiu and Young Master Xuan.

In the end, only the black-robed old man and the Demon Sect leader were left.

The old man in black robe glanced at the silent Demon Sect leader with turbid eyes, and said angrily:

"Third Prince, the lifeblood of our Dahuang clan has been established here..."

The Demon Sect leader's majestic eyes trembled, and then he stepped into the dark tomb.

…

At the same time, in the corridor.

The Shen family, as well as Xun Ziyou, Fan Jin and Master Gu, walked forward step by step.

Xun Ziyou held a jade lock in his hand.

Corpses occasionally appear around, the ground shakes from time to time, and there are strong fluctuations of spiritual power and evil power.

On the jade lock, the vitality of the ink painting alternates between white and red.

Although there was no real sign of death, Xun Ziyou's mood was still up and down, very uneasy.

After walking for a while, Xun Ziyou glanced at the corridor and noticed something strange, so he asked Shen Shouxing: "Elder Shen, is this the tomb of the Shen family?"

"So." Shen Shouxing said.

"Who is buried?" Xun Ziyou asked.

"No one was buried." Shen Shouxing said calmly.

"No one was buried?" Xun Ziyou frowned, "No one was buried in such a huge tomb?"

"The Shen family has a great business and a large number of people. This is a reserve for construction," Shen Shouxing glanced at Xun Ziyou and said calmly, "My Shen family is building a tomb. I don't think there is any need to report it to Taixu Sect, right?"

Xun Ziyou did not comment, but his eyes narrowed slightly, "Since no one is buried..."

He shot out a sword light with a snap of his fingers, smashing into pieces a corpse monster that came towards him, and then asked, "Where did these corpse monsters come from?"

Shen Shouxing's eyelids twitched and he said coldly: "The evil things underground are just doves occupying magpie's nests."

Xun Ziyou sneered.

After that, everyone was speechless and kept walking forward, passing through the corridor, going around the forks a few times, and then walked into the road on the far right that led to the underground palace.

Mo Hua and the others walked ahead, leaving too many traces.

Xun Ziyou followed these traces, and it didn't take long before he found the huge bright brass coffin deep in the underground palace.

At this time, the scene in front of the bright bronze coffin was extremely tragic.

There were potholes everywhere on the ground, as well as rocks that were shaken and shattered.

The ground was littered with corpses and mutilated limbs, blurred flesh and blood, and the stench was astounding.

Just by taking such a simple look, everyone can guess how fierce the fighting here is and how cruel the killing is.

I am afraid that there are several late-stage Jindan who have used all their means to fight against the zombie tide here to cause such great destructive power.

Judging from some remaining evil blood energy, these late-stage golden elixirs are probably still powerful demon cultivators...

Xun Ziyou was frightened for a moment. He couldn't help but lower his head again and glanced at the jade lock, feeling a little unbelievable.

So many powerful demon cultivators.

Such a **** scene, such a fierce fighting.

It caused such great destructive power that even he, an elder sword cultivator in the late Jindan stage, was frightened...

And that kid Mo Hua, who was messing around in this situation, could he really survive?

Xun Ziyou frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more outrageous he felt.

Then he turned his head, glanced at Shen Shouxing silently, and said indifferently: "Elder Shen, I'm afraid... this is not a simple 'sinister'..."

At this time, Xun Ziyou and others all saw it.

There must be a big problem with this Shen family tomb.

And those who robber tombs may not be simple either.

Shen Shouxing's expression was extremely ugly, especially when he saw the defeated corpse, the melted copper coffin, and the huge tomb exposed.

A bone-chilling chill surged from the bottom of his heart.

Xun Ziyou also followed Shen Shouxing's gaze and looked at the dark tomb on the ground, and muttered:

"This group of tomb robbers killed a corpse monster here, broke some seal, melted the copper coffin, and then...entered this tomb?"

This means that Mo Hua also followed in?

It must be…

Xun Ziyou doesn’t even need to think about it.

This kind of dangerous, ferocious, and fun-filled thing must involve ink painting.

Xun Ziyou's heart became a little nervous.

On the other side, Shen Shouxing also said silently in his heart:

"There was no Qing'er's body along the way, and there were no signs of his protective treasures being broken into pieces, which means Qing'er was also kidnapped here..."

Shen Shouxing's face was terrifyingly serious.

"Elder Shen," Xunzi said leisurely, "What is this tomb?"

Shen Shouxing shook his head, "I don't know either..."

Xun Ziyou's eyes narrowed slightly, "How about we go in and take a look?"

Shen Shouxing frowned, "This is the tomb of my Shen family. There may be secrets of the Shen family hidden deep inside. You are outsiders after all, so it may not be convenient for you to enter."

"My direct descendant from the Taixu Sect is probably inside. I have been ordered by my ancestor to bring him back to the sect safely."

Xun Ziyou spoke firmly and moved the ancestor out.

Shen Shouxing's face was as sinking as water, and he didn't know what to think about. Finally he sighed: "In that case, Elder Xun and I will go down together."

Xun Ziyou was a little surprised, but still nodded and said: "Okay."

"Elder Xun, please go first." Shen Shouxing cupped his hands.

Xun Ziyou hesitated.

This Shen Shouxing's city is too deep for him to see through.

This tomb is too gloomy and should contain great dangers.

Normally, he would have stayed far away, but now Mo Hua was inside. No matter how dangerous it was, he had to make this trip.

Xun Ziyou nodded, then with sword intent in his eyes, he stepped into the dark tomb.

Master Gu followed him.

Fan Jin didn't want to follow him in, but he glanced at Shen Shouxing with fear in his eyes, and then he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Xun Ziyou.

Xun Ziyou is the elder swordsman of Taixu Sect.

If something really happened, it would be better to hug Taixumen's lap than hang out with the Shen family.

What's more, the Shen family...

Fan Jin secretly felt a little palpitated.

After Xun Ziyou and the other three entered the dark tomb, Shen Shouxing looked coldly, sneered, and whispered:

"There is no door to hell, so you just rush in..."

He turned around and ordered: "Two of you are going down with me, while the others stay here to guard the tomb."

"Send someone to deliver the message again, call in more people, and seal the tomb completely."

"Yes, elder." The Shen family's golden elixir cupped his hands and said.

"Qing'er... you must not die..." Shen Shouxing thought silently in his heart, and then stepped into the tomb with piercing eyes.

Two Shen family golden elixirs with profound cultivation followed him into the tomb.

The remaining Jindan monks spread out to guard the surroundings of the tomb.

A Shen family monk followed Shen Shouxing's instructions and turned around to leave, preparing to call in more people.

But he had just taken a few steps when he suddenly heard a "creak" sound. He realized something was wrong, turned around and looked horrified.

Among the golden elixirs of the Shen family, one person suddenly took off his clothes and shed his human skin, revealing a body that was neither human nor ghost, as pale as a demon.

At this time, his eyes were scarlet, and he was using the bones as a knife to cut off the heads of the Shen family's golden elixirs one by one.

All the Shen family's golden elixir cultivators seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. They remained motionless and allowed themselves to be slaughtered by it.

"you…"

The monk who reported the news was frightened and wanted to run away. Suddenly, his eyes were filled with blood, as if he saw a face with a gentle but ferocious face.

Looking at this man's face, his consciousness seemed to be sucked away.

The next moment, his throat suddenly hurt, and a piece of white bone penetrated his throat.

His consciousness gradually faded, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground, whereupon he died.

After killing him, the pale human demon killed all the other "puppet"-like golden elixirs of the Shen family one by one, and then dipped in their blood to draw a scarlet evil formation on the ground.

The evil formation shrouded the grave pit under the bright brass coffin.

After doing all this, the pale human demon walked to the tomb, with deformed facial features and a strange voice, "Everyone is here, then... let's all die in there..."

It smiled ferociously, and then jumped into the dark grave pit.

(End of chapter)