Asking about longevity

The old man in black robe had turbid eyes, like an eagle, staring at Mr. Hui Er.

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

Elder Xiong was a little weaker, but he was also a demon cultivator in the late Jindan period, with a burly body of flesh and blood, like a bloodthirsty bear demon.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing for a while.

Mr. Hui Er felt a slight numbness on his scalp, knowing that the situation was stronger than people, and his life was not in his own hands, so he sighed:

"This is an extremely vicious burial method, called the Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed Coffin Tomb."

"Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed Coffin?" The old man in black robe said in a deep voice.

Mr. Hui nodded, feeling cold in his heart, "As the name suggests, it means killing 10,000 people, sealing their bodies in a huge coffin, gathering the dead air, resentment and the Yin energy underground in the coffin, and using this coffin to keep the corpses."

"Ten thousand living people, this is not a small number... After these people die, they are piled together, and the resentment is terribly strong."

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

"I only heard some old predecessors mention it when I was seeking the Tao in Maoshan, but I have never seen it..."

"Now that the Dao Court is unified, demons are eliminated and the Dao is defended, even some big demon sects have difficulties in killing 10,000 people for burial..."

"Not to mention that in this place where sects are everywhere and families inherit the study of dry schools, such a tomb was built under the nose of the Dao Court..."

"It's really a bit... unbelievable..."

Mr. Hui said in a trembling voice.

The old man in black robe frowned.

Although he was born as a demon cultivator, he was not very proficient in the matter of tombs and graves.

Otherwise, he would not have specially hired Mr. Hui Er, who was carrying the inheritance of Maoshan, to come to the Gushan Tomb for a visit.

"The one raised in the Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed Coffin Tomb is the...bloody corpse statue that was nurtured by the '筭气'?" said the old man in black robe.

Mr. Hui Er's face turned pale and shook his head, saying, "The Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed Coffin, the key is the word 'seal'."

The old man in black robe understood it as soon as he heard it, and his eyes fixed:

"You mean... the Ten Thousand Corpses Copper Coffin is actually a 'seal'? The huge flesh and blood corpse statue is just a 'guard' guarding the seal?"

Mr. Hui Er nodded, his face as heavy as water, and said:

"This is a killing situation. The bright yellow copper coffin is a fake coffin, and the fake coffin is used to raise ten thousand corpses."

"Ten thousand corpses guard the fake coffin. Even if more Jindan cultivators come, they will almost certainly die."

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

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

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

"What's more, this is still in the Ganxuezhou realm. It is a real "cheating heaven" situation. This kind of real big pattern and big hand are not something that ordinary cultivators can set up. "

"And once the situation of this tomb is set up, the sealed thing must be a huge secret. The thing buried in the real coffin must be something more terrifying..."

The more Gray Second Master thought about it, the more frightened he became.

The bright brass coffin on the surface alone raised such a big and terrifying Ten Thousand Corpse Demon Statue.

Then what kind of great horror is buried in this tomb?

This is not a situation that he, an ordinary Jindan, can enter.

But just after Gray Second Master finished speaking, the black-robed old man's eyes flashed, "You mean, there is a real tomb? Quick, take us there. "

"Senior..." Gray Second Master frowned.

"Remove the seal of the fake coffin and take us to the real tomb." The old man in black robe said without allowing any refusal.

Then he looked sharp, "You are a direct descendant of Maoshan, and you are walking in a dark cave. Don't tell me that you can't remove the seal."

Erye Hui remained silent.

The old man in black robe looked more and more dangerous.

Erye Hui knew that he had no choice, so he could only sigh and say, "Okay."

The old man in black robe looked a little relieved, "Erye Hui, don't worry, we are trustworthy. After the matter is done, you and I will split the inherited treasures in the tomb in 50-50."

Erye Hui smiled bitterly, "At this point, why do you need to lie to me, old senior? I only hope to keep my life, nothing else."

After that, Erye Hui led the way in front, "Everyone, follow me."

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

There was still a deep pit in front of them, and in the deep pit, a huge, gorgeous Ming brass coffin was placed.

There were corpses all around, blood and flesh.

This bloody scene was the first time Shen Qingsheng had seen it. He immediately covered his mouth and nose and began to retch uncontrollably.

But no one cared about him.

The black-robed old man looked around, thought for a moment, and asked Mr. Hui: "Is the entrance to the real coffin under this copper coffin?"

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

"How to unlock this seal?"

"It requires some secret methods of my Maoshan Taoism."

"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Hui." The black-robed old man said lightly.

Mr. Hui walked towards the huge bright yellow brass coffin with a solemn face.

He took out a copper coin sword, three candlesticks, some blood ink, as well as a series of Maoshan Taoist magic tools such as a mysterious Taoist scripture array, a yellow jade ancient talisman, etc.

It seems that Mr. Hui really took out all the old money from the bottom of the box.

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

Mo Hua was also watching secretly.

He was also very interested in "Maoshan Taoism".

Based on his observation of Mr. Hui Er, the Maoshan inheritance should be a comprehensive cultivation inheritance targeting corpse ghosts, involving a series of specific skills, Taoist methods, talismans, formations, magic tools and special secrets, etc.

Mo Hua saw all of this and kept it in mind.

Even if it is not clear now, at least we should broaden our horizons and gain some knowledge.

Cultivating Taoism is not just about fighting and killing.

Vision and experience are also a kind of strength of cultivators.

Mo Hua just stared at Mr. Hui Er as he opened the altar, watching him activate the Taoist seal formation, the yellow jade ancient talisman, and step on the eight trigrams to perform a series of serious secrets.

These secrets may really be useful.

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

For example, people like Mo Hua.

In addition, the Maoshan process is quite well prevented.

At least for Mo Hua, except for the formation part, the other Maoshan Taoism was a bit confusing.

But it must be said that Hui Erye's Maoshan Taoism was really useful.

As his Kaifeng Taoism progressed, there was indeed some aura near the copper coffin that was affected by Hui Erye.

The surrounding dead air and yin energy were gradually washed away.

Some causes and effects were turning, detaching, and completely decomposing...

Mo Hua could almost see with his naked eyes that a thin layer of mist slowly dissipated, and the cause and effect breath with black blood filled the surroundings.

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

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

The huge bright yellow 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 revealed.

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

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

Looking at this magnificent and mysterious Maoshan Taoism, as well as the dark and gloomy pit mouth that was as cold as the underworld, Mo Hua took a breath of cool air.

"The door to the tomb is open," Mr. Hui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a long breath, and bowed to the old man in black robe.

"Thank you." The old man in black robe raised his eyes and looked at the gloomy pit mouth.

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

The jade talisman broke, a flash of light, and Mr. Hui disappeared.

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

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

The figure shook and fell to the ground.

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

As soon as the words fell, the figure that was hit by the bone needle and fell to the ground revealed its original shape, a wooden man made of Yi wood.

"Fake, puppet?"

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

This big hand was wrapped in earth and grabbed him.

"Mr. Hui? He wants to catch me?"

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

Suddenly, a blood-colored sword light slashed.

The "Mr. Xuan", who stood within two feet of Mo Hua, seemed to have been paying attention to Mo Hua's movements. Seeing the opportunity, he immediately drew his sword, pulled out a blood-colored light, and slashed at Mr. Hui's palm.

Mr. Hui had no choice but to stop.

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

Mr. Hui cursed in his heart.

He had originally thought of taking Mo Hua away with him in case of a single mistake.

But he did not expect that after using the Maoshan substitute escape method to deceive the black-robed old man, the black-robed young man called Xuan Gongzi would intervene.

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

He would not go to the gloomy underground.

According to his experience, he would most likely die if he went there.

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

After all, the door was already opened, and he was useless.

As long as he escaped from the underground palace, these powerful demon cultivators would not chase him to death.

If they still wanted to go to the deeper tomb pit, they would not waste too much time on him.

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

These days, talent is the treasure.

The treasure in the tomb is only temporary, but raising a formation master can steal treasures for a long time.

Unfortunately, the black-robed young man intervened and ruined the good thing.

Mr. Hui Er was decisive. Seeing that his plan failed, he no longer bothered about the ink painting. Instead, he pinched his fingers and stomped his feet. His whole body sank directly into the ground, escaping to an unknown place and disappeared.

This should also be the earth escape method of Maoshan.

The black-robed old man sneered, his eyes narrowed, and he released his spiritual sense with all his strength.

The old man's spiritual sense was extremely strong. Even the ink painting felt like falling into a sea of ​​blood, and his chest was suffocated.

But in just a moment, the black-robed old man seemed to sense Mr. Hui Er's position.

He grabbed out of thin air, blood threads emerged, woven into a spear, and inserted into a piece of ground in the distance.

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

It was Mr. Hui Er who was about to escape.

The bloody 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 with a body like a bear appeared behind him, and with a big hand like a bear's paw, he pinched Master Hui's shoulder.

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 a strike 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 "out of sync" 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.

There are occasional corpses around, the ground often shakes, 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 ray of 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.

And judging from some of the 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 bloody 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, unlocked some seal, melted the copper coffin, and then... entered this tomb?"

Does this mean that Mo Hua followed in?

It must be...

Xun Ziyou didn't even have to think about it.

Such a dangerous, vicious, and exciting thing must have Mo Hua.

Xun Ziyou's heart was hanging a little bit.

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

"Along the way, there was no body of Qing'er, and there was no sign of his protective treasure being broken, which means that Qing'er was also taken hostage here..."

Shen Shouxing's face was terribly serious.

"Elder Shen," Xun Ziyou said, "What is this tomb?"

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

Xun Ziyou's eyes narrowed slightly, "Why don't 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. After all, you are outsiders, so it may not be convenient to go in."

"The direct descendant of my Taixu Sect may be in there. I have been ordered by the ancestor to bring him back to the sect safely."

Xun Ziyou's tone was firm, and he also moved the ancestor out.

Shen Shouxing's face was as gloomy as water, and he didn't know what he was thinking. At the end, he sighed: "In this 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 bowed his hands.

Xun Ziyou hesitated.

This Shen Shouxing is too cunning, and he can't see through it.

This tomb is too gloomy, and it should also hide great dangers.

If it were normal times, he would naturally stay far away, but now Mo Hua is inside, no matter how dangerous it is, he must go.

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

Master Gu followed behind him.

Fan Jin didn't want to follow him in, but he looked at Shen Shouxing with fear in his eyes, and then he could only bite the bullet and follow Xun Ziyou.

Xun Ziyou is the sword cultivator elder of Taixu Sect.

If he really encounters something, it is better to cling to the thigh of Taixu Sect than to mix with the Shen family.

What's more, the Shen family...

Fan Jin secretly felt a little palpitating.

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

"There is no door to hell, but you broke in..."

He turned around and ordered: "Two people follow me down, and the others stay here to guard the tomb."

"Send someone to pass the message, and transfer more people to seal the tomb completely."

"Yes, elder." Shen's Jindan bowed.

"Qing'er...you must not die..." Shen Shouxing said silently in his heart, and then his eyes were stern, and he stepped into the tomb.

Two Shen's Jindan with deep cultivation followed him into the tomb.

The remaining Jindan monks dispersed and guarded the surroundings of the tomb.

A Shen's monk, following Shen Shouxing's instructions, turned around and left, preparing to transfer more people.

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

Among the Shen family's golden elixir, one of them suddenly took off his clothes, peeled off his human skin, and revealed a pale body that looked like neither a human nor a ghost, like a demon.

At this time, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was using white bones as knives to cut off the heads of the Shen family's golden elixir one by one.

And all the Shen family's golden elixir cultivators seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, motionless, and let it slaughter them.

"You..."

The cultivator who reported the news was terrified and wanted to run away immediately, but suddenly there was a bloody color in front of his eyes, as if he saw a gentle but hideous face.

Being looked at by this face, his consciousness seemed to be sucked away.

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

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

After killing him, the pale demon killed the rest of the "puppet" Shen family golden elixir one by one, and then dipped their blood and drew a scarlet evil array on the ground.

The evil array enveloped the grave pit under the bright brass coffin.

After doing all this, the pale demon walked to the grave pit, with deformed features and a strange voice, "Now that everyone is here, then... let's all die in there..."

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