Asking about longevity

The Qi of the Karmic Dragon was deep and strong, with supreme majesty, making everyone present tremble in their hearts, giving rise to a faint feeling of "surrender".

The old man in black robe looked pious and half-knelt on the ground.

Mr. Xuan's face turned slightly pale and he bent down to worship.

The bear demon cultivator was frightened and kowtowed.

The ink painting remained motionless.

His spiritual consciousness is extremely strong, and his spiritual thoughts are Taoist, approaching gods. He has inherent resistance to the "majesty" of this kind of spiritual thoughts.

As long as a person lives, he will kneel to heaven, kneel to earth, and kneel to his parents.

The royal family of Dahuang, no matter how powerful and majestic they are, are not worthy of his surrender.

What's more, he is now a pitiful "puppet" who has been possessed by the Taoist heart.

The "puppet" is so heartless, how could he take the initiative to kneel down and worship?

After the dragon energy subsided, everyone slowly stood up.

The huge dragon's head opened, and the grand door opened, revealing a world of golden light and divine power behind the door.

"The imperial mausoleum in the wilderness has been opened..."

Shentu Ao, who was dressed in dragon patterns, whispered, and then took steps, his body as tall as a hill, and slowly walked into the final temple.

The old men in black robes also followed suit.

Mr. Xuan looked at Shentu Ao and the others with unclear eyes, wondering what they were thinking about. After a moment, he ordered Mo Hua and the others:

"Walk."

Mo Hua followed them honestly and with sluggish steps into the Gushan Temple, where the top secrets of the Great Wilderness were hidden.

Entering the temple, your eyes are filled with bright golden light and extremely gorgeous.

All around the long steps are various statues.

And these statues are of various shapes and are extremely exquisite. They may stand, stand, sit, or lie down. They may wear golden armor, Chinese robes, civil clothes, or large cloaks. Their faces are long and majestic. Without exception, they depict All are Huangshanjun.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

How many people, how much time, how much yellow ore is consumed, and how much spiritual stone is wasted are needed to cast so many statues of gods.

This Huangshanjun...

Being so corrupt, it deserves to be in such a state of decline.

Some things are indeed determined by fate with a drink and a peck.

"But Mr. Huangshan is fine. Why are you doing so many statues..."

Mo Hua was a little confused, muttering secretly in his heart, and then continued to move forward with the others.

I didn't encounter any traps along the way.

This hall should be used to worship the mausoleum of the Great Wilderness Emperor and the God of Gushan Mountain. There may be many dangers and dangers outside.

But inside the main hall, in order not to disturb the royal family or noble "beings" such as gods, it was much more solemn and peaceful.

In this way, the group walked past the dazzling array of mountain god statues of different shapes until they reached the deepest part of the hall.

The deepest part of the hall is even taller and more magnificent, filled with brilliance.

There is an even bigger tiger statue built deep inside.

This tiger is wearing royal armor, calm and powerful. At first glance, he looks like a god from a lonely mountain, but at a closer look, he looks like the royal family of the wilderness.

The two styles of gods and royalty merged into one, creating this huge statue of the tiger located in the deepest part of the temple.

Under the statue, there is also a coffin.

The shape of this coffin is almost exactly the same as the huge bright brass coffin that nourishes countless flesh and blood corpses in the underground palace outside.

But this coffin is much more delicate and compact. Only one person can be buried in it, and the materials used are obviously much more expensive.

What's even more special is that a mighty and unruly dragon is carved on this coffin.

This is a dragon coffin!

Mo Hua's heart was slightly shaken, and he had many thoughts:

"Who is buried in this dragon coffin? Is it the royal family of Dahuang?"

"Shentu Ao said that the dragon vein of the wilderness is also hidden in this dragon coffin?"

"Speaking of which, what exactly is Dahuang's 'dragon vein'? Is it a kind of inheritance, a dragon bone, or some other part of the dragon?"

"Does it contain...the complete Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation?"

Mo Hua's eyes trembled slightly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally...my natal formation is getting closer and closer..."

There were many difficulties along the way.

Mo Hua also didn't expect that there would be so many dangers hidden in this lonely mountain, and so many killing plots had been laid out.

The tomb corridor is full of strange corpses.

An evil statue of flesh and blood, thousands of corpses sealed in coffins.

Thousands of people are in the mine, and the evil ghost road is here.

There is also a golden dojo where evil spirits are dancing in this temple.

Guarded by the ancestors of the Great Wilderness, the dragon-headed gate of the temple cannot be opened by non-descendants of the Great Wilderness Emperor.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and found that except for things like ghosts and evil spirits, he could handle them without much effort.

It seems that everything else cannot be solved by his ability.

Especially the Dragon Head Gate, he really had no choice - after all, the blood flowing in his body was not the blood of the Great Wilderness Royal Family.

Fortunately, these big demons from the Demon Sect helped him a lot.

And now, after struggling for so long, the dragon coffin in the wilderness is finally in sight.

Mo Hua suppressed the excitement in his heart and stood aside like a "puppet" without bad intentions.

And indeed no one present took him seriously.

In their eyes, there was only the dragon coffin that symbolized the imperial power of the Great Wilderness, its splendor, and its extraordinary aura.

"That thing...is in the coffin?" Mr. Xuan asked.

The old man in black robe nodded, "Not bad."

There was a hint of fanaticism in Mr. Xuan's eyes, "Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you open the coffin?"

The old man in black robe shook his head, "Not yet."

Mr. Xuan frowned, "Why?"

"There is an evil fetus sealed in this dragon coffin."

"Evil fetus?!"

Mr. Xuan's pupils shrank.

Mo Hua was also shocked.

really!

There is an evil fetus hidden in the lonely mountain, and this evil fetus is suddenly sealed in the dragon coffin of the wilderness royal family.

only……

How could this old man in black robe know this?

Mo Hua was confused.

At this time, Master Xuan also asked: "Is this true?"

The old man in black robe nodded slowly.

However, Mr. Xuan frowned and his eyes flashed, "Second Elder, don't use the mythical name of 'evil fetus' to scare me. If you want our cooperation to go smoothly in the future, please ask the Second Elder to explain this matter clearly. "

"What is this evil fetus and where does it come from?"

The black-robed old man was silent for a moment, then sighed, with a cold look in his eyes, "This matter needs to start with a once highly respected 'Witch Zhu' in our clan..."

"Witch Zhu?" Mr. Xuan looked slightly startled.

The black-robed old man said: "The sorcerer, who works with ghosts and gods, paints four images, holds totems, controls all kinds of beasts, and determines good and bad luck... is the wizard of my Dahuang clan."

"The Dao Court killed my Dahuang royal family, cut off my Dahuang bloodline, and destroyed my Dahuang foundation. After so many years of ups and downs, not even one of the witch blessings in Dahuang remains."

"Despite this, the surviving Wu Zhu are still working hard to rejuvenate our Great Wilderness royal family and keep a low profile."

"But God forbid me, a bloody 'betrayal' actually occurred between Wu and Zhu!"

The old man in black robe was both angry and a little scared.

Mr. Xuan's expression was slightly solemn.

The old man in black robe said in a trembling voice: "A shaman violated a taboo during a sacrifice to ghosts and gods and awakened the ancient evil god of the wilderness."

"Under the bewitchment of the evil god, he betrayed."

"On the surface, he is still a highly respected Wu Zhu, but secretly, he has betrayed his original intention and betrayed Dahuang. He converted both body and mind to the evil god, causing tragedy, stealing Dahuang's inheritance, and taking away Dahuang's bloodline. An evil fetus has been raised in this temple!"

"This is the first evil fetus he raised."

"He wants to use the evil fetus to bring the evil god down."

"But for some reason, he failed. The evil god did not come, and the evil fetus was out of control."

"That traitor can only seal this evil fetus in the temple at the bottom of this lonely mountain."

"And at this moment..." The old man in black robe looked at the golden dragon coffin in front of him, and said with fear in his eyes, "The evil fetus is sleeping in this coffin."

Mr. Xuan's expression changed when he heard this, but after a moment, his brows furrowed, still a little doubtful.

But after hearing these words, Mo Hua felt excited.

Mr. Xuan didn't know, but he was different. He was too deeply involved in the evil god's affairs, so he naturally understood it better than anyone else.

The second elder's words revealed too many secrets.

It also solved a lot of doubts for ink painting.

Mo Hua's mind was spinning rapidly, pondering what the second elder said:

"The traitor that the second elder said was betraying his people and converting to the evil god...is that 'Mr. Tu'?"

"Mr. Tu, is he actually the 'Witch Zhu' of the Dahuang clan?"

"Working with ghosts and gods, drawing four images, holding totems, controlling hundreds of beasts, and judging good and bad luck... No wonder he can master the four-image formation, the Shinto formation, raise demon cultivators in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, and conceal the secrets of the Rouge Boat. You can also predict the good and bad fortune..."

"He raised an evil fetus in Gushan. This is also the first evil fetus."

"He has even tried hundreds of years ago to use this evil fetus to bring the evil god down..."

Mo Hua thought of the densely packed corpses of more than a hundred thousand mine repairmen in the mass grave, and his heart sank for a moment.

On the other side, Mr. Xuan thought for a moment, then said with a faint smile: "Senior, is there really an evil god in this world?"

"You'd better pray to yourself that you won't encounter..."

The old man in black robe glanced at him and said, "If you can't encounter an existence like the evil god, then it means it doesn't exist. If you encounter it, it doesn't matter whether it exists or not. Anyway, by that time, you will no longer be you."

"You have studied Taoism, so you should be able to understand." The old man in black robe said.

Mr. Xuan's heart was slightly frightened, and after a moment he said: "If it is true as the senior said, there is an evil fetus sealed in this dragon coffin, then don't we want to wake it up?"

"We must not wake him up," the old man in black robe said.

Mr. Xuan frowned, "Why?"

"You don't know the terror of the evil fetus," said the old man in black robe. "Once it is awakened, all of us will die."

Mr. Xuan didn't believe it.

The old man in black robe saw his thoughts and said solemnly:

"Don't think that just because you have learned how to cultivate demons in the mind, you are proficient in the way of spiritual thoughts. You have never experienced the weirdness of spiritual thoughts. You also don't understand the great terror of spiritual thoughts."

Mr. Xuan's face was slightly cold: "This evil fetus is at the third level at most."

"Only the third grade..." The old man in black robe sneered, "Do you know what the third grade divine fetus means?"

"This is the child of a third-grade evil god who has failed to come to this world!"

"Once it wakes up, let alone you, even your ancestors may not be able to walk out of this lonely mountain. Even if a person walks out, his soul will be left here."

"What's more, if my prediction is right..." The black-robed old man's eyes were filled with deep fear, "This evil fetus is probably at the peak of the third level, close to the fourth level..."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Xuan didn't feel anything, but Mo Hua's scalp went numb.

The evil fetus that is at the peak of the third level and is close to the fourth level?

What a joke!

Can't beat it, not at all.

Mo Hua's heart was beating fast.

Killing a second-grade evil fetus was already a huge effort for him, let alone a third-grade evil fetus at the peak.

They are not on the same level at all and are completely different from each other.

What's more, this seems to be an evil fetus that has failed to descend and is "out of control", so the danger has gone up to a higher level.

"This is the real 'big guy'. It's many times more terrifying than that huge flesh and blood corpse statue..."

A chill surged into his heart, and Mo Hua felt a little chilly in his heart.

He had even thought about "eating" the evil fetus of Gushan before, so that he could break through the twenty lines of spiritual consciousness.

Now it seems that he was the one who offended...

He really didn't deserve to eat an evil fetus at the peak of the third level.

It’s really not certain who will eat whom.

"It's abrupt, it's sloppy..."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and immediately changed his strategy in his mind:

Don't even think about evil fetuses. If you can't afford to offend them, then don't offend them...

Just find a way to get the Four Elephants Blue Dragon Formation Diagram.

Of course, it would be best to get the dragon veins of Dahuang.

These people wanted to rebel by engaging in this dragon vein. By getting this dragon vein in their hands, they were doing Daoting a big favor.

Even if I can’t use this dragon vein, it shouldn’t be a problem if I hand it over to the Tao Ting in exchange for some of the Tao Ting’s secret formation skills...

Mo Hua quickly made up his mind.

On the other side, when Master Xuan heard about the "evil fetus at the peak of the third rank", he nodded slightly, feeling somewhat fearful.

Then he frowned again, "If this evil fetus is really so powerful, wouldn't we be unable to open the coffin?"

The old man in black robe was silent for a moment and said nothing more. Instead, he asked:

"Mr. Xuan, can you abide by the agreement we made before?"

Mr. Xuan nodded, "This is natural. The Demon Sect of my lineage will help you revive the Great Wilderness Royal Family, dominate the Southern Wilderness, and fight against the Taoist Court. And you only need to give me a corner of the Demon Sect to preach."

"Okay." The second elder nodded.

Then he walked up to Shentu Ao and bowed, with a complicated look on his face and an old and emotional voice:

"Third Prince, I can only...accompany you here."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to see you in the future, you ascended the throne of the dragon and dominated the wilderness..."

Shen Tu Ao, who had always been as silent as a mountain, cold and arrogant, actually had a trace of sadness in his eyes.

He bowed deeply to the second elder.

This was the first time Mo Hua saw him bend down.

Shentu Ao didn't say anything after that.

This gift is enough.

The second elder nodded and said in a calm voice: "I will seal the evil fetus and isolate the evil fetus from its perception so that it will not wake up. After that, you open the coffin and take out the dragon veins. But remember, there is only one hour."

After the second elder finished speaking, he started to raise his head and looked at the position of the dragon coffin with the help of the Great Wilderness Secret, and figured out something in his mind.

After a while, he pushed out the direction and walked straight to the open space three feet in front of the dragon coffin.

The second elder sat down cross-legged and took out some strange and wild bone tools, including claws, forearms, tibias, skulls... and so on.

These bones were placed on the ground one by one by the second elder and pieced together into a dragon shape.

The second elder took out the blood ink again and drew some specific formation patterns on the ground.

Mo Hua glanced at it slightly and found that these formation patterns looked like four elephant patterns or animal totems. They were drawn with blood and had a strange style. He looked strange.

"Is this also the secret formation of the Great Wilderness?"

The second elder was meticulous and painted the blood lines well.

These blood lines are like a blood vein, connecting all the white bones together, as if they are connected to a blood bone dragon.

After doing all this, the second elder took out the last bone.

This bone was as crystal clear as jade and had an extraordinary aura. It was the same keel bone he had used to suppress the flesh and blood corpse statue.

The second elder bit the dragon bone in his mouth.

Then he took out a sacrificial dagger and without thinking, pierced his heart. At the same time, his whole body was shaking violently, as if he was enduring astonishing pain.

And in this pain, the blood in the second elder's mouth soaked into the dragon's bones.

The keel screams and becomes bright red little by little.

On the ground, the blood-patterned bone dragon was also resonating, and then the blood threads gradually entangled and merged with the white bones, and finally turned into a "dragon bone chain" made of blood and white bones.

This dragon bone chain slowly floated in the air, and then blocked the dead ends of the dragon coffin according to a specific direction, blocking out some kind of terrible energy in the coffin.

But the second elder slowly lowered his head, and his breath gradually disappeared.

When Mo Hua saw this, he was shocked:

Dead...? !

Is this the secret witchcraft of the Great Wilderness?

This second elder, a late-stage Jindan cultivator, sacrificed his own life, activated the dragon energy, used his own blood and dragon bones to melt into a dragon lock, and sealed the evil fetus?

Mo Hua used his peripheral vision to look at the dragon coffin in front of him.

Some mysterious changes have indeed taken place on the dragon coffin.

This dragon coffin seems to be different from before. It seems to have been stripped of something, and it seems to have been "sealed". As a result, its existence in the "real world" and the "virtual world" were completely separated in a short period of time. .

Changes in reality will no longer affect the existence at the spiritual level, that is, the evil fetus at the peak of the third level.

This method is really mysterious and unusual.

The Second Elder's move not only surprised Mo Hua, but also the Xiongbi demon cultivator and Young Master Xuan.

They did not expect that the Second Elder would sacrifice his life to open the dragon coffin.

Moreover, he was so decisive without any hesitation.

The expressions of the two were a little solemn for a while.

The sadness in Shen Tu'ao's eyes became more intense, but after a moment, he buried this grief, like all the pain of losing his clansmen in the past, deep in his heart.

His face became cold and arrogant again.

The sacrifice of the Second Elder should not be in vain. The blood of the Great Wilderness Clan should not be shed in vain.

All this is for the revival of the royal family.

Shen Tu'ao was resolute in his heart, and slowly walked forward, stretched out his big hand, covered the golden and luxurious dragon coffin, and then pushed the coffin lid open little by little.

The dragon roar sounded.

A strong resistance force was generated on the dragon coffin, and a trace of stale dragon energy penetrated into Shen Tu'ao's arm.

But these dragon auras were resolved one by one by Shen Tu'ao, who was endowed with the power of the evil dragon.

Finally, the dragon coffin was slowly pushed open.

The atmosphere was suffocating.

Everyone saw the scene inside the coffin and was a little dazed for a moment.

In the coffin with a golden dragon pattern, a child of about ten years old was lying.

This seemed to be a young prince, wearing a dragon robe of the Great Wilderness, on which there was an ancient blue dragon pattern.

He lay in the dragon coffin, his body intact, his face pale and elegant, his eyes closed, and his expression peaceful.

Mo Hua saw this face, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart was shocked:

"How could this person... look a little... like Yu'er?"