Cthulhu in the Sharingan

"A tomb within a tomb? Considering the cenotaph on top of his head, this Spirit King is really good at nesting dolls."

Brother Hei smiled contemptuously, not seeming to care much. He gently placed his right hand on Ah Hu's shoulder: "So, where is the tomb hidden in the dark?"

Feeling the strong power coming from his shoulder, Ah Hu was silent for a while and pointed at the bottom of his feet.

"Down there, the brick I'm standing on is hollow."

"Hollow?" Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, walked over and stomped a few times.

But from the sound,

it was very solid.

This made him frown, and the yellow-haired man stared at Ah Hu with a bad look on his face: "Do you think we are monkeys?"

"I have the art of looking at the qi, and there is no Yin Qi in the tomb ahead, so there must be an empty coffin in it." Ah Hu glanced at him coldly, with a somewhat disdainful expression, "This place is connected to a branch of the dragon vein, and the node is under this stone brick."

"Dragon vein? Ha..." Brother Hei glanced at Ah Hu, as if he was quite disdainful of the dragon vein he mentioned.

He pulled open his sleeves, and his left hand slowly rotted from its original normal appearance, and a fishy and unpleasant smell came out of it.

Something was constantly wriggling inside. If you put your face close to observe carefully, you will find that this body is full of insects, which is very disgusting and damp.

It was this arm that seemed to be about to rot, but it easily broke the heavy stone slab and smashed a hole.

Looking down from here, there was indeed a coffin placed inside.

"Seven deadly sins - arrogance, is in the hands of this spirit king." Brother Hei jumped down directly from above, not afraid of any mechanism in the tomb.

There are almost no burial objects here, only a coffin, placed here alone.

Brother Hei put his hand on the coffin board. The coffin, which looks like ordinary wood, seems to be as heavy as a thousand gold.

He took a lot of effort to open it, a gap that can only fit one hand.

Lying inside is a boy with a somewhat immature appearance. Thousands of years have passed since the Han Dynasty, but the boy's body has not been able to rot.

His chest is vaguely pierced by a sharp sword. Judging from the appearance of this sword, it is somewhat similar to Han Bafang.

With a strange grin on his mouth, Brother Hei glanced at the boy's body with great satisfaction and stretched out his hand to pull out a strand of hair.

At this time, the other two members who participated in the tomb robbery also jumped down.

"Strange, why is there no mechanism, such a simple tomb."

Compared to Heige, Ah Hu looked around very vigilantly after landing.

Although he was forced to come to this place by risking his life, the reward from the other party was indeed rich.

After doing this kind of thing many times, he naturally gained experience.

The more such things are beyond ordinary cognition,

the more dangerous they are.

Just like the tomb above has no Yin Qi at all, and the tomb below is extremely simple.

They all seem very abnormal.

He doesn't want to die.

When I get this money, I will go back and marry a beautiful wife.

Puff——.

Ah Hu suddenly opened his mouth and looked down at his chest, where there was a pair of bloody hands. He struggled to turn his head away:

"Why...why...do you want to kill..."

Pulling back his hand, Huangmao showed a hint of coldness on his face.

After wiping the blood off the wall, Huangmao lay on the ground like a dog, with his forehead pressed against the floor: "Master, let's start."

"Okay."

Brother Hei took a look at Ah Hu's body, took out the scroll from his body, and slapped it on the ground.

The rotten left hand continued to ooze out smelly blood, and complex and difficult texts continued to emerge on the ground, surrounding Huangmao in the middle.

Pain,

The incomparable pain made Huangmao's eyes widen.

His face was full of disbelief, and he opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something.

But under this kind of pain, the only sound he expressed was endless wailing.

"Stupid, who asked you to kill people?" Brother Hei said with a sneer.

Unfortunately,

Huangmao never had a chance to hear it again.

His body was gradually covered by the filth, leaving only a rough human figure.

Waiting for everything to fade away, Huangmao had turned into a teenager, but there were still cracks on his face like scars.

"Who woke me up from my sleep?"

The young man slowly opened his eyes, but his voice was completely different from his appearance.

"Your Highness, it has been more than 1,800 years since the fall of the Han Dynasty." Brother Hei took out a wind chime from his pocket and said with a chuckle.

"Why does Qin'er's thing seem to be on you?" The expression on the face of the King of Spirits did not change at all, but invisibly, the spiritual energy floating in the air was mobilized.

It is incredible that

spiritual energy and spiritual power have the same origin but different natures. The former is free in the world, or hidden deep under the earth veins, and it is not bound by anything.

The latter is the spiritual energy entering the body, causing the body to begin to accept this power to varying degrees, so that it can be mastered by humans or animals.

Aura is a natural creation, and spiritual power is the power that can be mastered by living things.

If,

what does it mean to be able to control the spiritual energy wandering in the world?

You must know that every seventh realm in this world is just a special physique, and the body's acceptance and transformation of spiritual energy is very high, so it will be so powerful.

After their death, their bodies will return to dust and their spirits will return to nature.

Being able to manipulate spiritual energy, even a little bit, is enough to shock people.

"Let's talk about it in detail after we go out."

Brother Hei did not answer immediately. Seeing the other party's behavior of manipulating spiritual energy, he was not surprised, but made a fearless expression.

Outside the tomb,

Su Chi was still squatting there.

He closed his eyes and exerted the powerful perception brought by the vortex bloodline with all his strength.

The wind blew the grass, and the leaves fell to the ground.

Every sound, every movement.

Can be clearly perceived, and what Su Chi has to do is to calm down and carefully distinguish which is useful information and which can only interfere with his perception.

"Damn, there are still people here at this time!"

Su Chi suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the left, where there were layers of trees.

But he could sense that

someone was constantly approaching.

Shrunk his body, trying to hide his whole body under the grass.

Abandoning vision, driving perception with all his strength.

Su Chi is now just about to bury himself in the soil.

A cloud of fog rose in the air for no reason, and three strange-looking men dressed in black robes walked in.

"The yin energy here has turned into fog, the compass is out of order, and the spiritual energy is flowing backwards. The tomb of the Spirit King must be nearby!" The old man with a silver-white dog head mask said mysteriously.

The strong man with the iron bull mask next to him patted the old man speechlessly: "Xu Gou, stop talking nonsense, don't you know that this fog is Brother Ji's ability?"

"………"

The expression under the Xu Gou mask turned dark, and he glared at the ugly cow fiercely: "How can you talk like that? This fog is too yin, and you can't blame me for it all. What if..."

There will be another update in the evening