White Bone Monkey King

But what answered him was that two thunder bones and a black light hit him again!

That Wu Guang is the ancient coin that was knocked to the ground by Luobao Money!

I don't know what kind of aggregate the ancient coin was made of. It was extremely strong and indestructible. Even Jin'an's body-protecting Black Mountain Qi Barrier was broken by it, directly injuring his body, which was at the peak of his martial arts practice. Even Jin'an couldn't resist the ancient coin. At this time, the old man in longevity clothes and longevity hat who was bound in place by a hundred thousand Yinde Taoist robes was even more powerless to resist.

The consciousness of a strong person in the third realm is very sharp. Suddenly, he felt a warning sign in his heart, and the hairs on his body stood up. At this moment, the white and dizzy old man in shrouds and hats was just about to escape, but the gift of magic had arrived!

Click!

Boom!

First, he was hit hard on the head by a thunder spear erupted from the collision of two thunder bones, and then an ancient coin penetrated one shoulder, leaving a blood hole as big as a fist. The blood was gurgling, and the shoulder was almost broken.

If it weren't for the sharp consciousness of the strong people in the third realm and avoiding the vital points at critical moments, this blood hole would have appeared in the neck.

At this moment, half of his body was dyed red by the blood on his shoulder. He could never imagine that his magical weapon would in turn hurt himself, just as he could not figure out why his magical weapon suddenly lost the connection with his soul.

"Why can you give away three magic weapons at the same time!"

"How many more magic weapons can you give me as a gift?"

The old man had an ugly look on his face. He had just woken up, and his body functions had not yet returned to their peak. He had been injured one after another, and his old body looked even more aged.

Jin An didn't talk nonsense at all. He already strode closer with the knife. The blade of the Kunwu knife directly touched the old man's neck. Poof!

The Kunwu knife successfully cut open the neck.

Um?

Jin An frowned. Kunwu's knife only injured an empty human skin. The flesh and blood body inside was gone. The empty human skin lost the support of flesh and blood and fell to the ground.

This is the golden cicada in the world of martial arts who sheds its shell. The body can break away from the body and walk away, leaving only the empty shell in place, thereby escaping a catastrophe.

Jin An frowned sternly.

Even he didn't notice how the other party escaped from his shell just now.

"I don't care what kind of golden cicada you are, today I will make you shed your skin even if you don't die!"

With a sweep of his palm, the Taoist robe on the ground was put back on his body. At the same time, the Kunwu knife in his hand minced the human skin on the ground and burned it to ashes in the fire.

Jin An had just finished doing this, when suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air above his head, and a hemp rope had already flown around Jin An, binding his hands and feet like a conscious snake, rendering him unable to move.

This is exactly the hemp rope that the old man in his shroud and hat has been tied around his waist.

Unexpectedly, this is also a magic weapon.

Almost at the same time, several objects attacked Jin An in the darkness, killing each other one after another, without giving Jin An a chance to react.

"What a fool! Give it to me!"

Jin An gave a cold shout, and the hemp rope that bound him fell away and fell to the ground.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

Several magical weapons that were attacked also fell to the ground with a sound.

It was the treasure-laden money that left nothing behind that cut these magical artifacts into mortal objects, and made many extraordinary achievements for Jin'an.

With so many magic weapons on Jin An's body, Luobao Qian should be ranked only under the red gourd and Taoist robe. When he first joined the Zizaizong, he spent a lot of money to seal Luobao Qian in order to restrain the Yuan Shen of the strong men in the third realm. , now the Luobao money has been sealed six times, and the Luobao money can be used six times a day.

The six edicts cost him tens of thousands of moral virtue.

Um?

Reluctant sounds of surprise came from the ancient underground temple.

"Today I will let you see what a real Yin soldier is!" Whether it was the lightning of the sword at the beginning, or the binding of Taoist robes and magic weapons later, Jin'an had the upper hand from the beginning, taking advantage of everything. A dignified third-level strong man suppressed him and made him unable to exert his full strength. This made the old man in shrouds and hats hiding in the ancient temple angry and felt extremely shameful and humiliated!

At the same time, he is also greedy, eager to get the secret of Luo Ren's magic weapon. This is the real supreme artifact!

Woo——

In the oppressive and dark underground space, a familiar horn sounded. The bone horn in the hands of the old man in the monkey mask showed its true power in the hands of a strong man in the third realm.

In an instant, the dark wind roared and the black wind blinded the eyes. The temperature of the underground space dropped sharply, and a dark, evil, and cold atmosphere quickly filled the air.

Rustling——

Rustling——

There are countless whispers like nightmare whispers lingering in Jin An's ears. These are not ghosts haunting Jin An, but the countless obsessions of the dead that constitute the underworld are polluting people's spiritual will. The underworld is a huge world composed of the obsessions of the dead. In the boundless world, these obsessions are all negative emotions that are in vain. There are husbands’ domestic violence and curses, old people’s groans of pain, painful cries in fires, gamblers’ cunning lies, and murderers’ viciousness. Smiling evilly...

If a person is not strong-willed and wants to hear these whispers clearly, he will fall into these boundless negative emotions, completely lose himself, become obsessed and commit suicide.

The underworld is never a peaceful world.

This place is filled with all kinds of obsessions of unwilling people, which can harm people's souls.

Jin'an's blood was strong, and he shouted angrily like a summer drought thunder exploding in the underworld: "Ding Chou prolongs my life, Ding Hai restrains my soul, Ding You restrains my soul, Ding Wei relieves me of disaster, Ding Si saves me from danger, Ding Mao saves me." I'm in trouble! Jiazi protects my body, Jiaxu protects my shape, Jiashen secures my life, Jiawu protects my soul, Jiachen suppresses my spirit, Jiayin nurtures my truth! Six Ding Tai Sui and Liu Jia Tai Sui protect my soul, both gods and ghosts Disperse!"

The enchanting whisper disappeared instantly, and his ears became quiet again.

With an angry look on his face, he just kicked open the door and rushed into the ancient temple of the underworld with a knife. As a result, the four judges of the underworld, the ox-headed horse-faced, black and white and impermanent and other underworld soldiers carved on the mountain walls on both sides all broke free from the mountain walls and came back to life. At this moment, he was like the great sage who broke into the underworld alone and made a big fuss in the Palace of Hell. A pair of cold and ruthless eyes came from the resurrected Yins and Gods, all looking at him.

Suddenly, a dozen dangerous auras enveloped him like a dozen majestic mountains, scrutinizing whether he was guilty or not.

According to legend, people who walk in the yin can communicate with the yin gods of the underworld, thereby bringing messages to their ancestors for the living people in the yin world.

"There are gods in the sky and ghosts on the earth, the wheel of yin and yang! How can the ghost government allow you, a living person in the world of the world, to use supernatural powers, rely on your power, make a big fuss, and blaspheme the universe of yin and yang! His crime! You should be punished! Throw him into the underworld forever. Extraordinary life!" Cui Jue, the Yin Rhythm Division of the Four Great Judges, opened the book of life and death in his hand and made a heavy stroke with his pen.

"Thrown into the underworld, you will never be reincarnated!"

"Thrown into the underworld, you will never be reincarnated!"

The other Yin gods and Yin generals glared at Jin An angrily.

"A group of cow ghosts and snake gods dare to pretend to be gods in front of me! Confusing yin and yang! No distinction between right and wrong! Who dares to arrest my soul today!" Jin An stretched his body and vomited loudly. He was upright and had no fear of inspection by ghosts and gods.