Dark Beast Summoner

Chapter 1110 What the hell

In half an hour, Lao Dao opened the entrance to the mausoleum.

He said before that the opening of Venerable Dingchan's tomb in two or three hours refers to the entire tomb, but now it is only the entrance, and there are many organs inside.

However, this entrance also stumped the Helian family. It can be seen that Lao Dao's ability is indeed very strong.

After opening this entrance, Lao Dao's face turned pale. He took out Wushuang and gave his elixir to eat, and soon recovered his vitality.

"I'll go and have a look first! You follow me!" Fu Yao said, walking into the entrance first, checking to make sure there was no danger, and then letting the two follow.

After walking about a dozen meters, they encountered a dead end. Yes, there was a blocked road ahead.

Lao Dao went to pat and take a look, and said to Wushuang and Fu Yao, "You can open it, you wait."

After all, I took out the heavenly compass and went to study it.

The dead end in front of him and the tomb outside were made of a refining material. This material was extremely hard and difficult to open. Even with Immortal Venerable Helianfei's strength, he could not forcibly open it.

Fu Yao said that this may be the refining material of the Hidden Realm or other realms, and according to legend, Venerable Dingchan is a refining master, and this tomb should have been built for him by himself.

It can't be broken open with force, it can only be slowly opened one by one through the calculation of the old way.

Lao Dao said that he was sure, that is, he was sure, and Wushuang believed him very much.

No one has ever come from above, indicating that the uncle has resisted everyone, and they have to speed up to open the tomb of Venerable Dingchan.

Time flies, and soon Laodao opened the first level, and the next stage became much easier. In the mausoleum, Laodao was like a peerless powerhouse. He even knew where the dangerous agencies might be. Let them three. People avoid many crises.

I have to say that Lao Dao is like someone who was born to rob a tomb, and his talent in it is really like a monster.

But the further you go, the more gloomy it gets.

Wushuang and Fu Yao had set up a barrier outside the mausoleum before, so the water couldn't get in, but the air inside was also difficult to circulate out. Walking in, the feeling of decay and gloom became more and more serious.

Lao Dao's brows were also tightly locked, and he said: "Be careful, if Lao Dao guesses correctly, only the last organ will be left in the tomb."

Wushuang nodded, and Fu Yao and Fu Yao stood on both sides of Lao Dao, as if they were in danger, they could also protect Lao Dao.

"Junior sister, the air here is freezing cold. We may be able to better resist the danger by returning to the state of ghost cultivators."

Fu Yao said to Wushuang.

"Senior brother is right." Wushuang nodded. The environment here contains a little mysterious yin, but not much. It may be related to the environment of Deshen Shentan. She and her brother can be better protected by turning into ghost cultivators. old-fashioned.

After returning to the state of ghost cultivator, Wushuang felt that the cold feeling subsided a lot, and ghost cultivator was originally used to this kind of cold place.

The two of them protected the old way, so that he would be less affected by this kind of cold erosion.

"It's about to open! Quick! Stick to the wall!" Lao Dao suddenly shouted.

The three of them pressed against the wall together, and saw that the door slammed open, and countless cold arrows were shot out of them, all of which were painted with pitch-black venom, all of which landed on the ground, and the ground made a rotting sound. , white smoke came out.

You must know that the ground is all the refining materials that cannot be broken through the realm of Immortal Venerable, but now it is corroded by the cold arrow. If it falls on a person, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Sure enough, I deliberately left a way to survive."

The old man said to himself.

"Isn't it good to leave a way out? Old Daoist, why do you look more ugly than before?" Fu Yao asked curiously.

Wushuang said: "I'm afraid it's not very good, brother, look."

She pointed to the inside of the tomb.

Fu Yao looked into the tomb and shivered for a while. He was not afraid, but frightened.

Even the dignified Abi King of the Underworld could be frightened, so it could be seen that what he saw was terrifying.

I saw that in the center of this huge tomb, stood a dense number of Buddhist disciples, all of them clasped their hands together, with a string of beads hanging on their hands, and closed their eyes, as if they were reciting scriptures.

There are thousands of Buddhist disciples here!

But none of these people are angry, they are all corpses!

At first glance, I saw so many corpses, and all of them were like living ones. When the wind blew, the eyelashes and hair trembled slightly. How not to be frightened? And there is the illusion that these monks will open their eyes in the next instant, which really makes people feel chills.

Even Fu Yao, who often deals with ghosts, is troubled.

Weird, too weird.

Venerable Dingchan has been dead for countless thousands of years, and these monks are standing here as if they were alive. How can they not be weird?

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!" The old man clasped his hands together, showing pity in his eyes.

"In the news we know, it seems that there are not thousands of monks buried for Venerable Dingchan, right?" Wushuang said with a frown.

Lao Dao said: "Yes, I only heard that countless Buddhist disciples died suddenly, but I have never heard of the funeral!"

So it is not clear at all whether these thousands of monks are buried with them willingly, or whether Venerable Dingchan forced them to be buried with them!

The problem is, judging from the expressions on the faces of these monks before they died, there is no clue, because it is so peaceful, as if they are in a temple, not a tomb.

"Go ahead and have a look!"

Fu Yao said that although he felt weird, as the king of the underworld Abi, he was not afraid of ghosts, it was just that the ghosts were afraid of him.

But just as his feet stepped into the tomb, all the monks opened their eyes with a slam.

Wushuang's heart trembled slightly, and then he scolded in a low voice: "Damn, I scared my aunt to death!"

"Can't go in!" The old man grabbed Fu Yao at this time, and he pointed to the compass: "Look, the pointer is disordered, the place of great ominousness, nine deaths and no life!"

Sure enough, the pointer of the heavenly compass was spinning around, as if it were about to fail in the next moment.

The monks in the tomb all opened their eyes, but their eyes had no whites, only dark pupils, which was unbelievably strange.

"Senior brother, you take Laodao out, I'll go in and see!" Wushuang stepped inside.

"Junior sister, no, come out quickly!" Fu Yao saw that all the monks turned their heads towards this side, exuding a dead aura, but they were neither ghosts nor ghosts.

"I have Daddy Pluto's kit on me, and I can go out in a land of nine deaths and no life. The things in this tomb must not be obtained by the Helian family or the evil Buddha, otherwise it will be unimaginable."

Wushuang said calmly.

Lao Dao put away the heavenly compass and said, "If you don't go, we won't go either."

Fu Yao also walked in, took out a sword, and slashed at the head of a nearby monk, but the head was not broken, it was very hard, and half of it was hanging around his neck.

"What the hell is he!"