I Honor

“Return”

In the ancient tomb world, all the tombs, all the bones, and all the disciples died with him under the influence of the Sacred Heart, and there was no trace of him, only the huge black and white skeletons of the underworld, the mustard ring of the Emperor Youming, and the mustard ring worn by Meng Qi. The life and death pen trapped by the void knife technique and the Arctic True Dragon and Innate God Corpse who are still fighting.

“It’s really a map cannon weapon of mass destruction,” Meng Qi thought with a bit of heartache.

At this time, Mr. Lu Da lifted the lid of the coffin and closed the ancient bronze coffin on which the relics of the Sacred Heart lay, arousing the inscription reliefs on it, and lit three soul-sacrificing blue lamps, which were placed on the head and chest respectively. And the position of the soles of the feet to prevent the heart from changing again.

And Su Wuming’s figure was so tall and slim that he couldn’t touch it. Holding a long sword, he attacked the North Pole True Dragon and the Innate God Corpse almost simultaneously, helping Master Yunhe, Shaolin Xuanbei and others to end the battle as soon as possible.

Meng Qi didn’t mix it up, but looked at the extremely oppressive Huangquan skeleton in front of him. It was completely black, with bony wings on its back, two horns on its head, and a total of 1,296 bones in its body, all of which flowed in subtle ways. Its pure white light is like a ray of light in the dark night, a glimmer of life in death, but the four bones in it are different from others, there is a dark green in the pitch black, without a sense of sacredness or evil.

They are two left and right hand bones, a rib and phalanges.

“Four bones of the underworld are missing, the most important one is with me, and the other three have fallen into the hands of the magician.” Meng Qi, who had awakened the memory fragments of the Emperor Youming, knew it well, and despised the high imitations of the Impermanence School of Life and Death It’s too clumsy, it seems to be the original bones of Emperor Youming himself.

After removing the bone in his left hand, Meng Qi held his breath, his mind was calm, and his senses were concentrated nearby, and he carefully stretched out the bone in his palm.

As soon as this hand bone touched the nearby bones, it suddenly shone brightly, and the blood was thick and thick, instantly enveloping the surrounding area, and the feeling of scorching heat and destruction or cold and evil came from it, and Meng Qi was suddenly bounced away.

The hand bones returned to their original positions, and streaks of blood-yellow light flashed on the huge bones, flowing in every position, making Meng Qi dizzy. The memories of the past and the imprints of reincarnation in previous lives seemed to become blurred.

The blood-yellow light around Huangquan’s skeleton flows and circulates like true essence and blood, exuding a sense of omnipresence, the surrounding void splits, and a blood-yellow river rushing quietly can be vaguely seen, with countless ghosts and ghosts in it. He sinks and floats, his eyes are empty, and he will never be reborn forever.

At this moment, the face of the “magician” Han Guang who was watching from the top of the mountain outside changed slightly, and waves of blood-yellow marrow light gushed out from the mustard ring in his hand, shaking the ground and lighting up the sky.

Meng Qi felt something, turned his head suddenly, and saw Han Guang through the connection between Huang Quan’s skeleton and the remaining bones.

Sure enough, the magician came. At first, Meng Qi thought about the oriole, just to prevent it from happening. He was not afraid of ten thousand, but he knew from the memory of Emperor Youming that the three bones of the underworld had fallen into the hands of the magician, so he guessed. Most of the time, he will wait and see what happens, waiting for the opportunity

Han Guang’s eyes met Meng Qi’s, and he felt the “call” from Huang Quan’s bones to the items in his mustard seed ring, and then saw an invisible sword light suddenly appearing, stabbing down from the top of his head, and saw Mr. Lu Da turn his head look.

Sure enough, He Qi was in the dark. Han Guang narrowed his eyes slightly, and grasped the five fingers of his drooping right hand one by one. The surrounding space suddenly glowed with faint waves, slowing down the invisible sword light. The bones were thrown into the ancient tomb world.

If they are pulled by the bones of HuangquanIf you can’t escape, you will suffer heavy losses

The blood-yellow light on the mustard ring disappeared, and before He Qizhan arrived, before Mr. Lu Da swung his sword, Han Guang stepped back, his figure blurred, his sleeves fluttering, as if he had stepped into the long river of time, Disappear.

The three bones flew into the ancient tomb world, threw them into the bones of Huangquan, and returned to everyone. Once the original bones were separated, they turned into residues, as if all the vitality had been absorbed by the bones.

Seeing this, Meng Qi let out a snort, “You have to pay a price for watching.”

Creaking, creaking, the finally complete Huangquan skeleton trembled all over, the joints popped out a bunch of bone spurs hidden in the whiteness, each bone spur extended into the void, as if connected to many universes, and then, the huge ancient, majestic and lofty The sacred and strange feeling surged out in a boundless manner, making Meng Qi who was nearby couldn’t help shivering, even with the protection of the Lingbao Fire Knife.

At this time, the bones of Huangquan seem to be everywhere, like the rules of heaven and earth, seem to be deep and subtle, seem to be constantly splitting, seem to be immortal, and the breath of legend blows over us.

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In Nine Nethernesses, the blood-yellow river runs through every layer and every secret realm, flowing quietly, unchanging from time immemorial, sinking into everything that is trapped in it, and suddenly, the water of the underworld boils, setting off a huge wave hundreds of feet high , like a crazy blood-yellow real dragon.

The ghost inside, which could never be reincarnated, looked up at the sky, and let out a shrill cry, shaking everywhere along the river:

“My Lord is coming soon”

In a certain universe, an ancient city made of blue-gray stones stands on the wasteland, attracting many monks to explore.

It is said that this place used to be the ghost capital of Emperor Yan Luo, who was in charge of the death of every living being. Later, for some reason, Emperor Yan Luo disappeared suddenly, and the place gradually became dilapidated. Lots of secrets and treasures to be found every now and then.

At this time, several monks landed in front of the gate of the “Ghost Capital City”. They were about to enter when they suddenly felt the ground shake violently. The gray stone wall shook down a cloud of dust, and the huge locust tree directly opposite the city gate It ignites spontaneously without wind, like a giant incense candle.

And the surface cracked countless gaps, and pairs of dark green or red eyes emerged from the depths, densely packed, making people creepy.

They laughed wildly and shouted in unison:

“His Majesty is about to return to his throne”

Dark clouds gathered, covering the day.

For tens of thousands of years, an ancient and huge pyramid has silently “watched” the sparkling river, which bred the fertile soil on both sides of the river, like the incarnation of gods and demons, ruling the world instead of K.

Suddenly, the pyramid decayed instantly, the stone turned into mud, and the whole collapsed. The priests inside were not injured, but were covered with rotten mud.

They looked at each other, and then heard a dull and piercing cracking sound. Looking over, they saw that the base of the original pyramid was cracked, revealing another pyramid, a pyramid with a deep black and downward spire.

The black air diffused from it, and the beetles crawled out densely. The priests were shocked at first, and then became ecstatic. At the same time, they knelt down on the ground and called out:

“The great undead lord is about to wake up”

In a quiet and lifeless secret world, stood two men wearing black full-body armor. The k exuded the unique breath of gods and spirits. One was full of death, and the other seemed to be in a deep sleep that would never wake up.

K looked at the palace in the distance and felt the restlessness in the void. At the same time, they knelt down on one knee, stroked their chests with their right hands, and said as if chant:

“Pluto is about to wake up.”

After Huang Quan’s skeleton was complete, the breath surged for a short time. Meng Qi’s body was frozen, and his soul could hardly think. .

Meng Qi was surrounded by Mr. Lu Da. With his long sword sheathed, he concentrated on looking at the bones of Huang Quan, thoughtfully.

Su Wuming assisted Master Yunhe to capture the True Dragon of the North Pole, and helped Xuan Bei and other monks to seal the corpse of the innate god; He Qigang entered the ancient tomb world; The cardinal changes of heaven and earth prevent the Nether Emperor from escaping with the help of arrangements.

The skeleton of Huangquan stood in front of his eyes. Meng Qi just glanced at it at this time, and he felt a very strange feeling. His whole body was icy cold, as if it was high above, and ordinary people could touch it. Once he touched it, there would be disasters. Complete sloughs are quite different.

Meng Qi took a deep breath, pulled his eyes back, took a picture of the mustard seed ring of Emperor Youming, forcibly broke the seal, and tilted the contents inside out. The pile was one foot wide and one person high, and all kinds of lights competed for brilliance, almost blinding Meng Qi. odd eyes.

These are all good treasures. There are materials, pills, and treasures, which are almost equivalent to the accumulation of 20-30% of normal top forces.

This made Meng Qi sigh. The Impermanence of Life and Death Sect has a profound foundation. The Guang Sect Master only carried so many with him. The only pity is that there are no more magic weapons. After all, most of the magic weapons will be passed on to the younger generations, but the corpses will not. And most of the characters who can leave a mouthful of magic soldiers to be buried with them at will are extraordinary, and only those who are destined can get them, not “grave robbers”.

More importantly, the Impermanence of Life and Death Sect also lost some divine soldiers in several disasters. It is not known whether they were taken away by others or swallowed up by the Sacred Heart Slough as sacrifices.

“Thank you for theWith help from generation to generation, the sect of impermanence of life and death is destroyed, and one of the nine evil spirits is eliminated. “Meng Qi joined the team, expressed his sincere gratitude, and then said bluntly, “Now the harvest is very rich, please choose first.” ”

Although relying on his own face and favors to invite so many powerful helpers, Meng Qi doesn’t want the friendship to be cut off once.

This kind of division of spoils has a tacit understanding, knowing what the principal wants most, so he will deliberately not choose, and at the same time, there is also a default order of selection.

For a moment, all eyes were on Mr. Lu Da.

Mr. Lu Da smiled slightly: “This old man is enough for one sword and one person. It is not fake, but as the owner of Huamei Mountain Villa, he still has to make some accumulation for his disciples and grandchildren.”

He pointed to the pile of items: “The old man can take 30%.”

“It’s not enough, seniors have to take 50% anyway.” Meng Qi shook his head like a rattle, this is the main force and the least “valuable” part

Mr. Lu Da had a calm expression: “That’s 40%. If the old man wants to test the sword with the bones of Huangquan in the future, you can’t shirk.”

The implication is that the skeleton of Huangquan belongs to Meng Qi.

“The junior is extremely happy.” Meng Qi said with a smile.

Mr. Lu Da looked at the bronze coffin where the Sacred Heart’s remains were, and pondered for a moment before saying, “The remains of the sages cannot be desecrated, so why not choose a good place to bury him again.”

“The rest of the place may be robbed again, so why not bury it near the Thrushcross Villa, with the owner guarding it, so that the Sacred Heart will not be disturbed, and it will also allow people from Changle Academy to come to worship in a fair manner,” Master Yunhe suggested. , he is no stranger to Heart Sage, not only has the “medieval history” brought by the Mo Palace, but also he has spent time fully understanding the current situation of the main world.

Meng Qi and the others didn’t object, because if they guarded the relics of the Sacred Heart, once they encountered a dead body, it would be tantamount to seeking their own death, and Su Wuming could be “everywhere”. It is much faster from Thrushcross Villa to Xijiange.

After the discussion was over, Mr. Lu Da took 40% of the treasure from Emperor Youming, and then Su Wuming said indifferently: “I also want 40%.”

He was not interested in dead bodies.

No one objected, and it was Master Yunhe’s turn. He looked around with piercing eyes, as if he was reluctant to part with everyone, and said with great effort: “The old man wants this real dragon corpse.”

This can make a lot of good things

“Okay.” Without waiting for him to say anything else, Meng Qi immediately agreed, blocked his words, then looked at Xuan Bei and said, “Master, this corpse of a congenital god is equal to a false evil god of the underworld. It has the power of life and death and always follows it. Helping Moke’s Fumo Fist understand by analogy, and K is full of hostility and obsession, which needs to be resolved by Buddhism.”

Xuan Bei knew his disciple’s mind, Amitabha said: “It’s very good.”

After the Shaolin monks put away the sealed innate god corpse, He Qi looked around gratefully, because he knew Mr. Lu Da, Su Wuming, Xuan Bei and other monks had all given in to him.

The background of Donghai Jianzhuang is relatively shallow, and what He Qiyi cultivates is formless and phaseless sword energy. Apart from the sword talisman transformed by the dharma body in front of him and the sword array for protecting the village, there is no magic weapon. The closest thing to the magic weapon is the sword Gu talisman Ling, because of this, they have always favored An Donghai. At this time, Mr. Lu Da, Su Wuming, Xuan Bei and others did not choose the brush of life and death, obviously leaving it to He Qi.

After He Qi put away the pen of life and death, Meng Qi smiled and looked at Jiang Zhiwei: “It’s your turn.”

They are the backhand or the defense, and they all have their own functions.

Jiang Zhiwei glanced at him, and put away the remaining 20% ​​of the items with a tacit understanding. Anyway, everyone can use whatever is available, and good deeds can also be borrowed.

After dissipating other harvests, Meng Qi turned his head to look at the huge Huangquan skeleton. It was pitch black and pure white, and the strangeness was dotted with sacredness.

Legend has it that the remnant of the Almighty is the main material that can be used to refine peerless magic weapons

Putting away the bones, the group left the ancient tomb world, and this place was truly dead.

s: Revised a previous clerical error,