The heavens: pushing across all realms

Hu Guangzhi, beside Feng Ji, continued to talk a lot about the tomb of Queen Zhou.

After listening to this, Feng Ji didn't feel much fluctuation in his heart.

He thought of Wan Zhenshan's disciple Feng Tan. He had too many descendants, and many of them had mixed personalities.

He didn't want to worry about these descendants anymore. At the moment, he just wanted to see Zhou Zhiruo in the mausoleum.

At that moment, Feng Ji took Hu Guangzhi to a hillside.

"Where is the entrance?"

Hu Guangzhi said quickly: "The real entrance to the underground palace has been sealed for a long time. It is very difficult to get in through the entrance. The only way to get in is through the previous robbery hole, but..."

"But what?"

"But I don't know if there are people from the Red Flower Club guarding it."

Feng Ji nodded and said, "Just take me there."

Hu Guangzhi did not dare to go against Feng Ji's words, so he immediately took Feng Ji and searched all over the mountains and plains.

Not long after, the two of them had arrived halfway up the mountain, and suddenly they heard someone talking from above.

"Brother Li, how is the situation down there?"

"Then who knows, this is the tomb of the Queen of Zhou Dynasty down here. It's full of institutions. We, the Red Flower Society, have been guarding here all these years. Many experts have gone in and out, but we haven't found the main tomb yet. Alas."

"Right now, our Han people's power has been completely secured by the Qing court. If we don't resist, it will only get harder and harder in the future."

"Who says it's not the case? We don't have any money or food at the moment, so we have to borrow from our ancestors."

"Have you ever heard of the Liancheng Jue?"

"Oh? Have you heard of it too? Is that thing real or fake?"

"I don't know if it's true or not. If it's true, why don't you think the person who first discovered this treasure didn't take it himself, but left a link to the city?"

"I'm afraid there are more rumors. I heard that there has been a commotion in the martial arts community in central Hunan for a long time. It is said that the grave of the iron-bone Mocalyx Mei Niansheng, the master of Liancheng Jue, was found. The person who erected the grave was called a It belongs to Ding Dian. Many people in the world are looking for him now, and some people say that this person must know the secret of Liancheng Jue."

"Haha, if Ding Dian knew about it, he would have gone to get the treasure long ago. Why wait for them to find it?"

"That's true, but we don't have to sacrifice the near for the far. No matter how hard we work, sooner or later we can dig out the buried treasures in Queen Zhou's mausoleum."

"The Queen of Zhou is the empress of Emperor Shenwu, Taizu of the Ming Dynasty. She has accumulated an incredible amount of wealth throughout her life. If we can find her main tomb, not to mention her wealth, it will be an amazing opportunity to obtain the martial arts passed down by Emperor Shenwu."

"Yes, it is said that Emperor Shenwu's martial arts has already reached the level of perfection. He is the second person to break the void after Wudang Zhenren Zhang. So how far does his martial arts reach perfection?"

"If we could get the inheritance from Emperor Shenwu, wouldn't killing Manchus be like slaughtering pigs and dogs?"

Feng Ji and Hu Guangzhi looked from the forest and saw a village here.

The ones speaking at this time were several big men sitting around the fire.

The men chatted while drinking and roasting pheasants.

From their chat, it was not difficult to tell that these people were disciples of the Red Flower Society.

But what shocked Hu Guangzhi was that these Red Flower Society disciples were not here to guard the tomb, but to dig it out!

He immediately cursed in a low voice: "These people from the Red Flower Society talk so much about benevolence, righteousness and morality. They talk about guarding Queen Zhou's mausoleum, but they are actually doing the job of guarding and stealing. Bah!"

Feng Ji also showed a cold look in his eyes. Among these people, there are probably descendants of the Feng family!

"Haha, guarding and stealing the ancestral mausoleum. Well, what a bunch of scum."

Feng Ji asked: "Is the Thieving Cave here?"

Hu Guangzhi nodded quickly: "It must be here, otherwise what would they be doing here?"

Feng Ji patted his shoulder: "Wait, after I kill them all, you come in with me."

Hu Guangzhi was stunned, and before he could react, Feng Ji had already stepped out.

The next moment, angry shouts were heard from beside the fire.

"who!"

"who!"

Puff puff……

Several puffs were heard, and then there was no movement.

Hu Guangzhi was shocked, glanced over there, and suddenly took a breath of cold air.

In just a few seconds, all those big men fell to the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.

Only Feng Ji was still standing there.

But he saw Feng Ji picking up the torch and waving to him.

Hu Guangzhi swallowed, quickly got out of the forest, and ran over.

After taking a closer look, I discovered that there were blood holes on the foreheads of these people, and their brains and blood were gurgling out, and they all died with their eyes open.

He was suddenly horrified, and was as afraid as a tiger of Feng Ji's martial arts.

"Great...hero, you killed all this...all this?"

He couldn't help but ask.

Feng Ji said calmly: "There are still people here, don't worry, let's clean them up before talking."

With that said, Feng Ji led him towards the village.

Along the way, Hu Guangzhi had an eye-opening experience.

Feng Ji never uses a second move when he takes action.

No matter how many members of the Red Flower Club were there or what weapons they were armed with, Feng Ji would always come and go, with just a light finger, the opponent would be killed immediately!

Hu Guangzhi was extremely shocked. He had never seen such terrifying martial arts.

I just haven't even heard of it.

At this time, the two of them had reached the deepest part of the village.

But I saw the lights here were brightly lit, and an old man was studying something like a map.

Hearing the movement outside the door, he immediately raised his head and looked at Feng Ji.

He frowned slightly: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

Feng Ji killed people so quickly that he didn't even get the news that there was an intruder.

Feng Ji looked at the old man and felt that there seemed to be a weak blood connection in the other man's body.

The murderous intent in Feng Ji's eyes deepened, and he walked slowly over and asked, "What's your name?"

The old man looked at Feng Ji, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "I am the helmsman of Jialing of the Red Flower Club, Feng Wufan, may I ask who you are?"

He listened carefully to the movement outside, but did not hear any disciples' voices. His heart suddenly sank, knowing that something was wrong.

Feng Ji nodded slightly and said, "So your surname is Feng. If that's the case, why did you steal your ancestor's tomb?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then his face turned gloomy: "What does it have to do with you?"

"Haha, you stole my wife's tomb, what do you think it has to do with me?"

Feng Wufan was stunned for a moment, unable to understand what he meant, and said, "What did you say?"

Feng Ji walked over step by step and said, "Do you know who is buried underneath?"

"That is my first wife. I have been married to her since I conquered the world."

"Since you are a descendant of the Feng family, then she is your ancestor. How dare you steal the tomb of your ancestor?"

Feng Wufan looked at Feng Ji with astonishment on his face, thinking that he was crazy.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Queen Zhou is the first wife of Emperor Shenwu and has been dead for hundreds of years. You... hmm?"

He suddenly focused his eyes and looked at Feng Ji's face carefully. He felt that Feng Ji's face was indescribably familiar.

Feng Ji walked over step by step and said calmly: "I didn't expect that only a few hundred years after I left, the Ming Dynasty would be completely destroyed by you losers."

Feng Wufan suddenly trembled: "You...you...are you Ming Taizu?"

"No! This is absolutely impossible!"

He suddenly screamed!

Because at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the person in front of him was so similar to the portrait of Emperor Taizu of the Feng family that he had worshiped since he was a child!

Hu Guangzhi's heart suddenly jumped and he couldn't help but look up at Feng Ji.

There was also a feeling of panic in his heart, and he secretly wondered who this man was, and how could he pretend to be Emperor Shenwu?

Feng Ji was now only two meters in front of the old man, staring down at him: "You are not worthy to be a descendant of the Feng family."

"Fake, you are fake, this is impossible!"

The old man roared angrily and punched hard!

The strength of the fist breaks through the air, it is actually Tai Chi!

Feng Ji did not dodge and allowed the opponent's punch to fall on his chest.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the old man's expression changed wildly.

It felt like his fist had hit the diamond.

Feng Ji took a breath, raised his finger, and said, "Do you recognize this finger?"

puff--!

The terrifying finger power penetrated the void instantly.

The old man quickly tilted his head and quickly ducked to avoid the force of the finger.

There was only a puff sound, and the force of his fingers fell on the stone table behind him, and the stone table was immediately pierced.

He couldn't believe it, raised his head suddenly, and shouted in horror: "One Yang Finger? No, this is impossible! How can there be anyone in this world who can have one Yang Finger!"

This yang finger was obtained by Feng Ji when he killed Zhu Wu at Lianzhuang. He once taught it to the Feng family's princes and grandchildren as a necessary martial skill for the royal family.

But after so many years, the spiritual energy has dried up, and it is obvious that no one of the Feng family can master this martial arts.

However, the Feng Wufan in front of him obviously recognized this martial art, and he naturally became frightened.

An unbelievable emotion came over me.

Could it be...could this man in front of me really be the Shenwu Emperor?

No, this is absolutely impossible!

Emperor Shenwu has shattered the void and has left this world.

Feng Ji seemed to see through his doubts and said calmly: "Do you think that after I shattered the void, I can't come back again?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Wufan's heart suddenly trembled, and his face instantly turned pale.

"No, no, this is impossible..."

Feng Ji looked at him like this and shook his head in great disappointment: "Those who deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors can steal the tombs of their own ancestors. Are you worthy of being my descendant?"

He waved his hand casually, without holding anything back this time. With a bang, Feng Wufan's head suddenly exploded.

Blood flowed.

Feng Ji ignored it, his spiritual consciousness spread out, and he immediately found the robbery hole they dug.

His body swayed, and in an instant, he had reached the entrance of the cave.

But they saw that the entrance of the cave had been dug to the height of a person, and there was a rope ladder leading to the dark entrance below.

Without saying a word, Feng Ji jumped up and immediately flew down to the robbery cave.

It continued to fall for tens of meters, and there was a muffled sound.

Feng Ji's legs touched the ground, shaking slightly, and the floor seemed to crack.

His eyes flashed, and the dark underground palace came into view.

There are traces of excavation everywhere.

This seems to be a side hall of an underground palace, and all the gold, silver and jewelry inside are half empty.

Not far away, there is a stone gate. Near the stone gate, it has been beaten and polished to dent, and there is even black powder from gunpowder explosions.

Obviously, this stone gate is purely sealed with large stones weighing several tons, and is not a mechanism.

It is almost difficult for these people to open the stone door by relying on human power alone.

Feng Ji noticed that there were many small circular holes on the walls on both sides of the stone gate, which seemed to be the launch ports for hidden weapons.

There were also fragments of arrows and other items on the ground, and there were still a lot of blood stains that had not been cleaned up.

It seems that these people have paid a heavy price for entering this side hall.

Feng Ji came to the stone gate, and through the stone gate, he could already see the main hall of the mausoleum opposite the stone gate.

The stone door is several meters thick, and there are stone pillars behind it. No wonder it can't be opened from the outside.

But this obviously couldn't trouble Feng Ji. He took out a piece of talisman paper and stuck it on his body.

Suddenly, the yellow light on his body flashed, and he walked directly through the earth, instantly crossing the stone gate and arriving at the main hall.

Inside the main hall, treasures were piled up like mountains, and there were figurines arranged in arrays all around. Feng Ji glanced at them and couldn't help but be slightly silent.

These human figurines were all dressed up by disciples of the Five Elements Banner of the Ming Cult.

Although they are all clay sculptures, they are extremely realistic.

And sitting on a dragon chair is a sculpture that looks like himself!

Feng Ji took a deep breath, and there was a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.

Obviously, this was definitely created by Zhou Zhiruo.

He looked past these clay figurines and looked behind the phalanx, where two bronze coffins were sitting quietly.

Feng Ji jumped lightly, instantly flying over the gold and silver jewelry, stepping over the array of clay sculptures, and arrived in front of the bronze coffin.

As soon as he stood still, something seemed to be triggered immediately, and countless sharp arrows and poisonous gas were shot out rapidly around him.

Feng Ji ignored it, waved his hand gently, and pushed open the bronze coffin lid with a bang.

But inside the bronze coffin, there was another layer of coffin made of dark wood.

Feng Ji touched the gloomy wooden coffin with a gentle look on his face: "I'm back."

He shook his palm slightly and pushed open the cover of the gloomy wooden coffin, revealing a charming and pretty face inside.

This face is still the same as before, with skin as white as snow, red lips as plump as cherries, wearing a luxurious rosy leather phoenix crown, eyes closed, and an expression that seems to be reluctant to give up.

Feng Ji looked at this face blankly, his eyes were slightly red, and he finally sighed.

"I'm sorry, I came back late."

He could feel that although Zhou Zhiruo's body was soft, there was no warmth, and the soul breath had long since disappeared.

In this world, there are no immortal cultivators and no aura.

Even though the energy he used to shatter the void helped them extend their lives for a while, it could not withstand the passage of hundreds of years.

He came back late after all.

Feng Ji closed his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness passed through Zhou Zhiruo's body, trying to find any possibility.

But no, no chance at all!

He sighed and was about to withdraw his spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly, there was a slight throbbing in the gloomy wooden coffin.

Feng Ji suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Yin Chenmu.

"Could it be..."

He suddenly showed a joyful expression, and his spiritual consciousness quickly sank, and he penetrated into the gloomy wood.

In an instant, he noticed that there was indeed a ray of soul fluctuation in this gloomy wood!

No, it cannot be said to be a soul, it is a ghost!

The gloomy wood is originally the favorite place for ghosts to stay and nourish their souls!

He quickly tried to communicate with that ray of soul with his spiritual sense.

"Zhiruo? Zhiruo?"

That ray of soul is in the Yin Hun Wood, nourished by the Yin Hun Wood all year round, and seems to have fallen into a deep sleep long ago.

At this time, Feng Ji called him, and his soul suddenly trembled.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the Yinhun Wood vibrated, and a soul wearing a phoenix crown and a harem, the mother of the world, slowly floated out.

Her beautiful face opened her eyes drowsily.

The moment she saw Feng Ji, her eyes suddenly opened wide: "Your Majesty!"

Feng Ji also burst out laughing: "Zhiruo!"

"I...I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Zhou Zhiruo's soul suddenly became excited.

Feng Ji shook his head and laughed: "Zhiruo, I'm back, I'm coming to pick you up!"

"What...what is going on? I clearly remember that I am already dead..."

Feng Ji said: "You are indeed dead. Now, it is just your soul. You actually used gloomy wood to build a coffin. How could you have thought of using this kind of wood to build a coffin?"

"Ah! I remembered, I remembered!"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you haven't come back. I'm so worried that I won't be able to wait for you. Sister Dai Qisi is also looking for ways to extend her life."

"But we tried many methods but failed."

"Later... later she got a secret method from the Persian Ming Cult, which said that after death, the soul returns to heaven. If a coffin can be made of dark wood, the soul can stay in the coffin!"

Zhou Zhiruo recalled the memories of her life bit by bit, her eyes brightened as she talked, and she seemed to be gradually waking up.

Speaking of Dai Qisi, she quickly turned around and pointed to the coffin aside: "Sister Dai Qisi is over there. Your Majesty, please see if Sister Dai Qisi is still there?"

Without saying a word, Feng Ji immediately turned around and patted the coffin, revealing Dai Qisi's body inside.

Dai Qisi's coffin was also made of gloomy wood.

He immediately probed into the gloomy wood with his spiritual sense, and instantly found the soul he had brought up.

At that moment, Feng Ji immediately woke up Dai Qisi.

Dai Qisi's soul woke up in a daze. The moment she saw Feng Ji, she subconsciously shouted: "Feng Ji!"

She never called Emperor Feng Ji, and even after following Feng Ji, she stopped calling him the leader.

He always calls Feng Ji by his first name.

Seeing Feng Ji at this time, she smiled instantly.

Then she wondered: "Am I dreaming?"

"Sister Dai Qisi, the emperor is back. After he shattered the void, he really came back to us."

Zhou Zhiruo shouted excitedly.

Dai Qisi was stunned for a moment: "Shattered Void...I...I'm dead?"

When she looked down, her soul suddenly trembled, and she cried sadly: "I'm dead, Feng Ji, I've been waiting for you, but I'm already dead, wuwu..."

Zhou Zhiruo also reacted at this time, turned around and saw her body in the coffin, and her soul instantly trembled.

"no no……"

Feng Ji looked at the frightened two girls and immediately comforted them: "Zhiruo, Dai Qisi, I have succeeded in cultivating Taoism. Now as long as your souls are still there, I have a way to help you come back to life!"

The two women turned their heads and looked at Feng Ji, almost saying in unison: "Really?"

"Yeah! I'm going to pick you up when I come back this time."

In the underground palace, he first put the bodies of the two women back into the storage bag.

Then he told some things after he shattered the void.

The two girls seemed to be listening to a book from heaven, their souls resting on Feng Ji's shoulders, and they also talked about how they had been waiting for him for more than a hundred years.

Feng Ji felt happy in his heart and said: "Fortunately, the soul of the coffin you used is made of gloomy wood is still there, otherwise we may never see each other again in this life."

The two girls were also very happy.

Feng Ji cast a spell to put away the souls of the two women, and then quickly left the mausoleum.

When he left, he did not forget to put all the burial items here into the storage bag.

In the following days, he tried to find the graves of some old friends, but unfortunately he failed to find their souls again.

Obviously, the souls of these people have already returned to heaven and earth.

He also discovered a problem, that is, this world is an ordinary martial arts world, so there is actually no place like the underworld.

Once a person dies, his soul will return to heaven and earth.

Just like rain, dripping from the sky, and finally evaporating between heaven and earth.

The same is true for life here.

Feng Ji couldn't help but have a hunch that this time the souls of Zhou Zhiruo and Dai Qisi would be lucky enough to be preserved by Yin Chenmu.

I'm afraid that in the Republic of China world, my loved ones and relatives will not be so lucky.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became heavy.

At this moment, he ended his plan to find the soul of his old friend and officially left this world.

Before leaving, he found out that Di Yun was still in jail.

The world seems to be on its original track.

Destiny is determined, and it seems that no amount of effort can change the outcome. This gives Feng Ji a deeper understanding of cause and effect.

He successfully rescued Di Yun and Ding Dian, and killed Ling Tuisi, Wan Zhenshan and others.

This move indeed caused shock in Heaven, and the entire Heaven seemed to be rejecting Feng Ji.

With his understanding of the laws of cause and effect and destiny, Feng Ji retreated and left this world.

Inside the Shangqing Cave.

Feng Ji used the Maoshan technique to preserve the bodies of the two women and consulted Uncle Jiu and others about the current situation.

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu muttered: "This matter is more troublesome. Their souls are separated from the body. Although their bodies have not been corrupted, it is extremely difficult to bring them back to life. I am afraid it will still be difficult to do it with the Maoshan technique."

"In this case, I will try the reviving technique first. If it doesn't work, maybe I can let them take the path of ghosts and immortals."

Feng Ji frowned and asked: "As a ghost and an immortal, your achievements will be limited after all."

Uncle Jiu had no choice but to say: "It will last longer than the incense and fire gods. At least the ghost immortals do not rely on external forces, but rely on the strength gained from their own cultivation."

Feng Ji thought for a while and pondered.

"My current strength is limited and I cannot reverse life and death. If my cultivation reaches the realm of refining the void or even combining the Tao, I may not be able to reshape their physical bodies. For the time being, it is not impossible for them to embark on the path of ghosts and immortals and embark on the path of cultivation. "

At that moment, he nodded and said: "That's fine. Among the eight tribes of Maoshan, when it comes to the practice of ghosts and immortals, they belong to the Pox Division and the Plague Division. In this way, I will personally teach them their own cultivation methods."

Uncle Jiu smiled and nodded: "Junior brother, your cultivation is getting deeper and deeper. With your guidance, they will be able to do twice the result with half the effort."

Feng Ji shook his head: "I can't possibly teach them for a long time."

"Oh? Why is that?"

Feng Ji looked at Shangqing Dongtian and said: "Although this side of Dongtian has become independent and has become a small world, it is not perfect here. I must break through as soon as possible and cultivate my own Dongtian Paradise. When the time comes, I can integrate this side of the world with Dongtian. , can truly shape a world."

"Only if I am strong can this world last forever. I want to pursue a higher realm of cultivation."

Uncle Jiu was stunned: "You want to leave this world?"

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "This world is now on the right track, and it can continue to operate with or without me."

"And my realm cannot be improved in this cave world. I have to find a world with richer spiritual energy to break through."

Uncle Jiu sighed slightly: "It's useless, senior brother, and I can't help you."

Feng Ji shook his head: "Brother, you must not say that. If you hadn't taught me Maoshan Kung Fu, how could I be where I am today?"

The two chatted some more about cultivation, and Feng Ji began his third retreat, looking for the world of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.