Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 139 The Mirror Umbrella Destroys the Evil Phoenix and Swallows the Ghost (Two in One)

 “That’s not right, this **** is an empty coffin.”

 “There’s not even a piece of land to snake around.”

Although the eyeless ancient corpse looks terrifying.

But the Xiling bandits were eating the food of the dead, so how could there be any reason to be afraid?

　　The corpse was pulled out using the corpse rope.

Hold the vaginal claw in your hand and slide it back and forth across the bottom of the coffin.

 After searching a few times, there was no movement on the hook.

　　A few people couldn't help but look at each other.

There was even a brave one who tightened the black scarf on his face, took a deep breath, jumped into the coffin, and searched the coffin carefully with a lamp, but still found nothing.

The guy couldn't help but get up and curse.

The earth snake is the copper coin.

 It is a slang term in the fighting industry.

 Similarly, there are earth dragon and gopher, which refer to gold and silver respectively.

“That shouldn’t be the case. How come there are no burial objects in such a good coffin?”

The onlookers looking at the thieves had expressions of disbelief.

 It wasn’t until they took the lantern and came closer to check it for themselves that they gave up.

“It must have been filtered by that old guy Xian Wang.”

According to the shopkeeper, these three ancient coffins with different shapes and ages represent the three lives before King Xian. He ordered people to dig them out and move them from various places.

 If you say so.

 He is also considered a companion.

The entire Dazang Mountains are mausoleums, with piles of gold and jade, shark lanterns, cloud-top halls, and dragon-veined palaces. The atmosphere of an imperial mausoleum is everywhere, and the luxury is astonishing.

He is a prince of a small and barbaric country. Even if he eats the people's fat and drinks their blood, it is unlikely that he can build such a large tomb.

Perhaps, they are just fighting around under the guise of ascending to heaven and becoming an immortal.

 Just like Cao A'ao.

Hunting for gold, looking for dragons and stealing bones.

 “Definitely…”

“Does this count as putting the blame on our ancestors?”

"What are you thinking about? You kid, you are thousands of miles away and you don't want to tell me that you recognize Yi as your father, right?"

This scene caused a lot of controversy.

 It would be a lie to say that I am not disappointed.

 After all, it took so much effort to pry open the sarcophagus.

“Brother, what’s going on?”

“Is King Xian really a member of my generation?”

Glancing inside the coffin, the old foreigner was obviously a little surprised.

 They usually open coffins to look for pearls.

Whether the owner of the tomb or the tomb accompanying him, there are several things buried with him.

 Not to mention it is a large mausoleum such as Xian Wangxuan Palace.

 “The shadow bones of the demon coffin serve as a scapegoat to wash away the sins.”

 In this regard, Partridge Whistle was not too surprised, but rather expected.

 After all, these three demon coffins were offered to the king for his three lifetimes to bear all his sins, so how could they bury the artifacts with them?

 “Shadowbone scapegoat?”

 Hearing these words, the old foreigner couldn't help but frown.

This was the first time he heard this statement.

However, when I still wanted to ask more questions, I looked up and found that my senior brother and Chen Boutou were already walking towards the cellar coffin not far away.

Seeing this situation, he had no choice but to put his thoughts aside.

 “花灵…”

 Hello to the junior sister.

However, he didn’t know what was going on. From the beginning of the fight, he noticed that something was not right with the flower spirit. At this moment, a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at the bronze coffin in a daze.

 “Are you okay?”

After all, it is the Netherworld Palace, and there are endless strange witchcrafts seen along the way.

 The old foreigner was worried that she was suffering from evil, his brows were furrowed, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"fine."

 Hua Ling shook her head.

She just felt strange. At a glance just now, there seemed to be a faint blue light flashing under the stone brick sandwich that was smashed by the bronze coffin.

 But when I looked again, it disappeared.

 For a moment, even she doubted whether it was an hallucination.

 After all, because of the Muchen Bead symbol in the picture of ascending to immortality in the Hall of Immortals, she had been immersed in it and felt confused. It seemed reasonable to have delusions.

 So when the senior brother asked, Hua Ling didn't know how to answer.

“Senior brother, I see that you don’t look very good. Why don’t you take a rest first and eat something to replenish your energy?”

 The old foreigners dare not look down upon it.

Looking at her carefully, her face was pale and there was almost no blood.

"Need not."

 Hua Ling shook her head.

“Senior brother, I’m really fine, I just thought of something.”

First it was the senior brother, and now it is the old foreigner. During this period, Sister Hong also secretly asked me once.

How could she not know that she could easily make others worry about herself?

 But...that is the Muchen Bead that the tribe has been searching for for thousands of years.

 So even though she told herself over and over again, the more times like this, the more she had to stay calm.

 It’s a pity that she still can’t do it.

As soon as I close my eyes, my mind is filled with that swirling pattern.

 There is no absolute coincidence in the world.

Perhaps, the phoenix courage that their lineage dreams of is right in front of them.

"But…"

 The old foreigner still wanted to speak.

Hua Ling suddenly widened her eyes, looking past him and behind her, as if she saw something incredible.

Seeing this, his attention was immediately attracted and he turned around suddenly.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.

 Senior brother and Chief Chen have already led people to open the coffin.

Like a charcoal-fired coffin filled with black mist.

There seemed to be a faint shadow of a green-faced fang, roaring in the mist, as if it was trying to break the shackles and escape the seal.

That scene was too real.

None of it seems to be illusory.

 Several Xiling bandits were so frightened that their faces were as white as gold paper, and they all clearly noticed the changes in the coffin.

 “Ghost coffin?!”

 The old foreigner frowned.

At this time, he didn't care about anything else. He just reminded Hua Ling in a deep voice, "Junior sister, protect yourself, don't follow me."

 Throw the next sentence.

 He whipped out his umbrella from behind and rushed over.

 “Senior brother?”

 Hurry up and appear behind Partridge Whistle, the old foreigner didn't expect that such an astonishing change would occur here just after saying a word to Hua Ling.

“Be careful, there is most likely a ghost buried in this coffin.”

Partridge Whistle's body was tense, without turning his head, and he lowered his voice.

Really? !

Now he didn't dare to think too much.

 Evils are easy to arise in tombs, so demon coffins and ominous coffins are common. For example, the stone coffin just now can be called evil spirits.

 But no matter what, the bones of the dead are buried there.

Even he has never heard of this ghost burial.

 You must know that ghosts are intangible and unfathomable.

Could it be that King Xian really caught a ghost and sealed it in the coffin?

 For a moment, he thought about countless possibilities.

Although there are many methods in the Moving Mountain lineage, most of them are to restrain evil spirits or rigor mortis.

 Wait a minute, if that ghost really breaks through the seal on the coffin, will they really be able to deal with it then?

"…good!"

Took a deep breath.

The old foreigner didn't dare to think too much at all, and just agreed vaguely.

 The hand holding the mirror umbrella was too hard, and veins appeared all over the back of the hand.

 “This...ghost?”

 “You’re always in charge, why don’t you open the coffin?”

The guys carrying the penis-exploring claws looked at the black mist billowing around the coffin and the strange shadow. They felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their whole bodies were filled with chills.

 Speaking with a bit of vibrato.

“I’ve seen countless dead people, but how can I be so frightened by a ghost?”

 He glanced at a few people.

Chen Yulou chuckled.

As he spoke, he walked straight past the crowd to the outside of the coffin.

Ten thousand-year-old vine trees, never seen from the sky, are indeed the best wonders to hold the yin things.

Hands lightly traced the dense wood grains, and one could faintly detect ancient runes.

　Judging from the traces, it should have been carved later.

It is somewhat similar to the corpse suppressing charm on the bronze coffin, and it is nothing more than used to suppress ghosts.

 “Exploring the vaginal claw.”

Chen Yulou stretched out his hand.

 The other guys next to him suddenly looked at each other with hesitation in their expressions.

“Shopkeeper, is this... too dangerous?”

This wooden coffin is shaped like a firewood struck by lightning, and its origins are obvious at first glance.

 To be buried in such a coffin, he must not be an ordinary person.

 Coupled with the dark fog and mysterious shadows, their suspicions were confirmed.

Now that they heard that the shopkeeper wanted to open the coffin in person, how could the group dare to agree.

 “I’ll be the shopkeeper.”

The old man from the Chen family gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and volunteered.

 Just now I was embarrassed in front of the shopkeeper.

No matter what, we have to save face this time.

However, Chen Yulou shook his head, "There are so many coffins, but you can't open this one..."

 When talking.

The guy only felt a flash in front of his eyes.

 The probing claw in his hand had already been taken away easily by him.

Plunging along the edge of the coffin, no movement was seen, only a clicking sound was heard, and more than a dozen coffin nails that were deeply wedged in it stretched instantly, and then fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

 The whole tomb followed.

　　also fell into a deathly silence.

 “Junior brother.”

Partridge Whistle did not dare to hesitate at all.

 reminded the old foreigner,

The two of them each held mirror umbrellas tightly to protect their heads and tails, their bodies were like bows, and their eyes were fixed on the coffin body.

 Just waiting for the moment when the coffin lid is lifted.

 At the same time.

 The Mirror Umbrella is a magical weapon of the Mountain Moving Line. It can destroy evil and suppress evil spirits. Even if it is a ghost, it should be able to stop it for a moment.

but…

 It is completely different from the two of them who are facing a powerful enemy.

 Chen Yulou, who was opening the coffin at this moment, still looked as calm as water.

　　Bang!

finally.

As the hand holding the penis-exploring claw exploded with strength.

 The last nail in the coffin was pulled out. "coming!"

The guys around were not completely silent. They were holding grass shields to protect the surroundings airtight. On the grass shields were hung the Chenzhou talisman and the horizontal lines of the fallen ink fountain.

 The Xiling faction, because they were born in Cao Mang, specializes in weapons and equipment.

 When dealing with the evil things in the tomb, one usually resorts to other people's methods.

 They are both bounded by three rivers, Hunan and four rivers.

Chenzhou Talisman can be found almost everywhere.

As for the ink pipe, it is derived from the method of touching the golden gate to deal with rigor mortis.

 The only difference.

 The ink fountain is not ink, but dissolved cinnabar.

Cinnabar belongs to Yang, and it is best for restraining evil things.

At this time, an unknown person shouted lowly. In an instant, the expressions of the group of people suddenly became extremely solemn, with murderous eyes in their eyes, staring at every move outside them.

 The shopkeeper’s rich body.

 There must be no surprises.

 Not only them, but also the Partridge Sentinel brothers.

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 Chen Yulou took a deep breath.

The green wood spiritual energy in the dantian circulates endlessly, as if it has condensed into an invisible aura outside the body.

 The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

 He has always been cautious, so how could he underestimate a ghost?

Hand holding the penis-exploring claw, he lifted up the coffin lid, which was seven or eight inches thick. It flew away and fell heavily to the ground beside it.

 The seal is gone.

 Under the coffin, a dark mist also shot into the sky.

There was also a faint sound of ghost horns.

Compared with the previous female ghost in red from the Shangzhen Palace, her voice sounded even more horrifying, making one's scalp feel like it would explode inch by inch.

Hunting for the ghostly mist to rush out of the coffin.

Partridge Whistle took one step forward, and the mirror umbrella in his hand opened with a splash. Mirror light fell like rain under the umbrella. The old foreigner at the end of the coffin was not slow, and the mirror umbrella was pushed out with a bang.

 In an instant.

 On the open cellar coffin.

 In the night, it seemed as if countless rays of light intertwined into a large network.

 “Town!”

The partridge whistled and shouted.

 Press the umbrella in your hand.

That layer of criss-crossing light network also covered it downwards.

The ghost mist tried its best to escape, seemingly without paying any attention to it, and plunged into the light net.

There was a bang, fire broke out, and a sharp scream came out, and the black mist was knocked back.

"it works!"

 See this scene.

Partridge Whistle’s eyes couldn’t help but light up.

 Before this, he was actually quite uneasy. After all, he had been traveling around the world for so long, and the mirror umbrella had dealt with mountain monsters and evil spirits, but it had not blocked ghosts.

At this moment, the shrill sound is still ringing in my ears.

 The two senior fellow apprentices did not dare to hesitate at all.

 “Boom!”

 A flick of the wrist.

The mirror umbrella turned like a jade plate in an instant, and the sky was filled with light and fire.

However, the ghost seemed to be irritated, and with a loud roar, billowing black mist rose into the sky again.

One white and one black, two streams of light collide.

The whole cellar coffin actually felt like a mountain falling apart, and the smoke and dust on the ground under the wooden coffin suddenly dispersed.

Partridge Whistle, on the other hand, felt as if he had been hit hard, his face turned pale, and a sweetness surged in his throat. If he hadn't suppressed it forcefully, he might have spit out the mouthful of blood.

Dang!

The ghost was also knocked into the bottom of the coffin.

Like the sound of a copper bell, it sounded particularly loud in the silent tomb.

 But ghosts don’t know pain.

 As soon as he was knocked down, in the blink of an eye he condensed into a ball of evil energy and rushed out again.

 “Senior brother?”

 I noticed something strange about my senior brother.

The old foreigner's face at the end of the coffin also looked ugly.

Not daring to delay at all, he raised his breath, stepped on the edge of the coffin and jumped up.

 Normally, he takes great care of his mirror umbrella, and would feel heartbroken even if it was just stained with a little dust. But at this moment, he could only focus on the safety of his senior brother, and could not care about anything else.

The mirror umbrella in his hand was like a long knife, and he smashed it hard at the ghost.

　　Bang!

only.

 Old foreigners still far underestimate the horror of ghosts in the woods.

　　can be placed here.

 Which corpse was an ordinary person during his lifetime?

 Especially as a soul-stealing coffin.

 This ghost is even more ferocious.

There was a dull and loud bang, and the keel of the mirror umbrella almost bent into a big bow. The force was transmitted into the palm of his hand, making him feel as if he was being rolled over by a mountain.

This scene happened extremely quickly.

 Almost in the midst of lightning and thunder.

Chen Yulou frowned, the strength of the ghost in the coffin was beyond imagination.

But a ten-thousand-year-old tree is priceless.

Even if you just take off a piece, go back to refine it, use it as a gourd, and then carve it with a ghost-suppressing talisman, it will be like having an invisible ghost-suppressing weapon.

Thinking of this, Chen Yulou activated the magic method, and in an instant his figure seemed to be split into two, appearing outside the partridge whistle and the old foreigner respectively.

Hatch them by the shoulders and bring them back.

 The spiritual energy flowed through the meridians of the two men, so they briefly checked.

 Other than a slight disorder of Qi and blood, the injury was not serious.

 His hanging heart also dropped.

 Leave the two of them to the assistant to take care of them, while Chen Yulou held the dragon scale sword in his backhand and planned to do it himself.

only…

 Having not taken a few steps.

 He suddenly noticed something and looked back into the distance.

Outside the open door, a stream of colorful light suddenly appeared.

The Angry Chicken was originally eating the Yin Qi under the water on the Sanshi Bridge.

Suddenly I noticed that the majestic ghostly energy came from the sky without hesitation.

With sharp claws, he stood on the edge of the coffin, raised his head and cried.

The ghost inside the coffin felt as if it was struck by lightning, and the billowing black mist was destroyed by most of it in an instant, leaving only a transparent object that desperately burrowed into the bottom corner of the coffin.

 But, how could Nu Qingji miss such a good opportunity?

 The whole body is full of fire.

 There was a rare look of desire in the eyes staring at the ghost.

 Phoenix is ​​extremely yang.

　　Ghosts are evil.

Even if there is just a hint of phoenix fire, it will be burned to death in an instant.

At this moment, feeling the majestic fire on the top of the coffin, the ghost felt like it was in a sea of ​​fire, and the black mist melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He glanced disdainfully.

The Angry Chicken didn't waste any more time, pounced straight into the coffin, and swallowed the ghost in one gulp.

 In an instant.

The aura on its body has increased again.

 For Angry Chicken, this ghost is comparable to the previous hundred or so yin qi.

The eyes are like fire, and the cry is full of joy.

"good!"

Seeing this situation, Chen Yulou couldn't help but admired.

 I thought a fight was inevitable.

As a method of cultivating immortals, Aoki Kung Fu's spiritual energy can also defeat ghosts. However, all things are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, so this kind of blood restraint is even more amazing.

 Let go of the hand on the hilt of the sword.

 Chen Yulou greeted it.

The Angry Chicken immediately spread its wings and landed on his shoulder.

As a contracted spirit beast, he could feel the changes in Ang Qingji very clearly, and his aura was obviously much stronger than before.

This kind of natural spiritual creature.

 It is really simple to improve your realm.

Hunting monsters and devouring flesh and blood demon elixirs can be better than a year and a half of meditation.

However, this method is only suitable for Ang Qing Chicken.

If people are like this.

 That is a completely evil way.

 Let alone improving your cultivation, ascending to immortality, being able to stay awake and not being invaded by inner demons, and finally losing your soul under three disasters and nine tribulations, it is considered a strong character.

Angry Chicken glanced around.

 After swallowing that ghost, he seemed to be a little uninterested, and wanted to leave and go under the bridge to plunder the Yin Qi.

but.

 This time, Chen Yulou kept it.

 Since swallowing ghosts can increase your strength.

What about the stone spirit in the ossuary of King Xian Wangying on the bottom floor?

 Demon, ghost, spirit, essence.

Demons and monsters.

 From now on, it seems that there are no taboos on the Nuqing Chicken.

I met a lot of this trip. Except for the spirit in the bone of the mountain, the spirit was very useful for Yuan Hong, and the rest can help it practice.

At this moment, everyone around was still immersed in the huge shock. They had no idea that the Angry Chicken would suddenly appear and swallow the ghost in one bite.

 “Give me the light.”

 Chen Yulou did not delay any longer.

 Just stretched out his hand towards a group of clerks.

 “Yes, shopkeeper.”

　　The few people who reacted took down their straw shields and approached with lanterns in hand.

Following the direction of his finger, he shined the light under the coffin.

 That fight just now.

Amid the impact of landslides and ground cracks, the ground was broken in several places, revealing strips of dark, corroded wooden beams.

 “Is there also a coffin room underneath?”

 Looking at the heavy piles of wood, densely packed in rows.

 The guys who came up couldn't help but exclaimed.

At the moment, the sound of digging into the tomb in the next door chamber is still coming.

 They didn’t expect that there would be a tower right under their feet.

 No more than that.

It is different from the well-preserved coffin room.

 The yellow-heart cypress trees beneath him were corroded by the moisture.

A few guys passed through with hooks and pulled hard, and a half-foot-square wooden hole appeared in front of everyone.

 The wind lantern hangs down to shine underneath.

 A transparent blue coffin appeared in everyone's sight instantly.

 “It’s not an illusion…”

 (End of this chapter)