Chapter 878
In the ancient tomb world, all the tombs, all the bones, and all the disciples have died with him under the influence of the Holy Heart, and there is no trace left. Only the huge skeleton of the underworld flowing in darkness, the mustard seed ring with the Emperor of Netherworld, and the remains of Meng Qi The life and death pen trapped by the void sword technique and the Arctic True Dragon and the Innate Divine Corpse are still fighting.
"What a mass-destructive map cannon weapon..." Meng Qi thought with some heartache.
At this time, Mr. Lu Da took the lid of the coffin, closed the ancient bronze coffin where the remains of the Holy Heart lay, inspired the relief of the inscriptions on it, and lit three soul-calming blue lanterns, which were placed on the head and chest. And the position of the soles of the feet to prevent the Heart Saint from transforming into a corpse again.
Su Wuming's tall figure seemed to be impossible to touch. He held a long sword and attacked the Arctic True Dragon and the Innate Divine Corpse almost simultaneously, helping Master Yunhe, Shaolin Xuanbei and others end the battle as soon as possible.
Meng Qi did not mix it up, but looked at the Huangquan skeleton in front of him that gave people an extremely oppressive feeling. It was completely black, with bone wings on its back, and two horns on its head. There were a total of 1,296 bones in the whole body, all of which were flowing in subtle ways. The white light is like a ray of light in the dark night, a glimmer of life in death, but four of the bones are different from the others. There is a greenish color in the darkness, which has an unholy and evil feeling.
They are two left and right hand bones, a rib and a toe bone.
"Four bones of the underworld are missing. The most important one is with me, and the other three fell into the hands of the magician..." Meng Qi, who had evoked the memory fragments of the Netherworld Emperor, knew it well and despised the Gao of the Immanent Life and Death Sect. The imitation was so poor that it seemed to be the original bones of the Nether Emperor himself.
After removing the bone of his left hand, Meng Qi held his breath, his mind was clear, and his senses were concentrated nearby, and he carefully stretched out the bone in his palm.
As soon as the hand bone came into contact with the nearby bones, it suddenly glowed brightly, and the blood was thick and yellow, instantly surrounding the surrounding area, and there was a burning and destructive or cold and evil feeling on it, which suddenly pushed Meng Qi away.
The hand bones returned to their positions, and streaks of blood-yellow light flashed on the huge skeleton, flowing to every position, making Meng Qi feel dizzy. The memories of the past and the marks of previous reincarnations seemed to become blurred.
The blood-yellow light around the Huangquan skeleton flows and circulates like real energy and blood, exuding a sense of omnipresence. The void nearby cracks, and a long river of blood-yellow flowing quietly can be vaguely seen, with countless ghosts and ghosts inside. Ups and downs, eyes empty, never reincarnated.
At this moment, the face of "Magician" Han Guang, who was watching from the top of the mountain outside, changed slightly. Waves of blood-yellow marrow light gushed out from the mustard seed ring in his hand, shaking the ground and brightening the sky.
Meng Qi felt something in his heart and turned around suddenly, using the connection between Huang Quan's bones and the remaining bones to see Han Guang.
The magician is indeed here! Meng Qi initially thought that there was an oriole, just to take precautions before it happened. He was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. However, after knowing from the memory of Emperor Netherworld that the three bones of the underworld fell into the hands of the magician, he guessed that he would probably wait and see. Its changing, waiting for the opportunity!
Han Guang's eyes met Meng Qi's, and he felt the "summoning" of Huangquan's skeleton to the items in his mustard seed ring, and then saw an invisible sword light suddenly emerge, stabbing from the top of his head, and saw Mr. Lu Da turn his head Looking forward.
He Qi is indeed in the dark! Han Guang narrowed his eyes slightly, and held the five fingers of his drooping right hand one by one. A faint ripple appeared in the surrounding void, making the invisible sword light slow down. At the same time, three pitch black bones flew out of the mustard seed ring and threw them at the ancient tomb. boundary.
If they are caught by the underworld skeleton and unable to escape, they will suffer heavy losses!
The blood-yellow light on the mustard ring disappeared. Before He Qi struck, and before Mr. Lu Da swung his sword, Han Guang stepped back, his figure blurred, his big sleeves fluttering, as if he had stepped into the long river of time. Disappear.
The three bones flew into the ancient tomb world and threw themselves at the Huangquan skeleton. They returned to their respective places. The original bones turned into debris as soon as they were detached, as if all the vitality had been absorbed by the skeleton.
Seeing this, Meng Qi let out a laugh: "You have to pay a price for watching!"
Creaking and creaking, Huang Quan's finally complete skeleton shook all over, and white bone spurs containing pitch black popped out from the joints. Each bone spur extended into the void, seeming to be connected to the universe. Then, huge, ancient, majestic and tall... The sacred and evil feeling surged out in a far-reaching manner, making Meng Qi who was nearby couldn't help but shudder, even with the protection of the Lingbao Fire Sword.
The bones of Huangquan seem to be everywhere at this time, like the rules of heaven and earth, like deep and subtle, like constantly splitting, like immortal and indestructible, the breath of legend is coming!
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Boom!
In the Nine Netherworld, the blood-yellow river runs through every layer and every secret realm, flowing quietly and unchanged forever, sinking everything that falls into it. Suddenly, the water of the underworld boils, setting off a huge wave hundreds of feet high. , like a crazy blood-yellow dragon.
The ghostly creature inside, which could never be reincarnated, looked up at the sky and let out a shrill cry, which shocked everywhere along the river:
"My Lord is about to return!"
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In a certain universe, an ancient city made of blue-gray stone stood on the wasteland, attracting many monks to explore.
It is said that this place was once the ghost capital of Emperor Yama, who was in charge of the death of every living being. Later, for some unknown reason, Emperor Yama suddenly disappeared, and the place gradually became dilapidated. The ghost king judge was no longer seen, and millions of Yin soldiers were no longer around, leaving only Lots of secrets and treasures to be found.
At this time, several monks landed in front of the gate of the "Ghost City". Just as they were about to enter, they suddenly felt the ground shaking violently. The blue-gray stone wall was shaking off a bunch of gray. The huge locust tree opposite the city gate spontaneously ignited without wind, like a giant incense candle.
And countless cracks appeared on the surface of the ground. Pairs of dark green or red eyes emerged from the depths, densely packed and creepy.
They laughed wildly and shouted in unison:
"Your Majesty will return to your throne!"
The dark clouds gathered and blocked the daytime.
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An ancient and huge pyramid has been silently "watching" the sparkling river for tens of thousands of years, the river that breeds fertile soil on both sides, like the incarnation of gods and demons, ruling the world on their behalf.
Suddenly, the pyramid decayed instantly, the stone turned into mud, and the whole collapsed. The priests inside were not injured, but were covered with rotten mud.
They looked at each other, and then heard a dull and piercing cracking sound. Looking over, they saw that the base of the original pyramid had cracked, revealing another pyramid, a dark pyramid with a downward-pointing spire.
Black air was drifting from it, and beetles crawled out densely. The priests were shocked at first, and then they were ecstatic. They knelt on the ground at the same time and called out sincerely:
"The great immortal lord is about to wake up!"
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In a quiet and lifeless secret world, there stood two men in black full-body armor. They exuded the unique breath of gods, one full of death, and the other seemed to be sleeping forever.
They looked at the palace in the distance, felt the restlessness in the void, knelt on one knee at the same time, stroked their chests with their right hands, and said as if chanting:
"The Hades is about to wake up."
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After the Huangquan skeleton was complete, the breath surged briefly, Meng Qi's body was frozen, and his soul could hardly think. When he came to his senses, the huge black skeleton was already peaceful, flowing with a faint blood-yellow light, indicating that the owner had been dead for a long time.
Mr. Lu was beside Meng Qi. He sheathed his long sword and looked at the Huangquan skeleton attentively, thinking.
Su Wuming assisted Yunhe Zhenren in capturing the North Pole True Dragon and helped Xuanbei and other monks seal the innate god corpse; He Qi had just entered the ancient tomb world; Jiang Zhiwei came from a distance. She was far away before to observe the overall changes in the key of heaven and earth to prevent the Nether Emperor from escaping with the help of the arrangement.
Huangquan skeleton stood in front of him. Meng Qi only took a glance at it and felt very evil. His whole body was cold, as if it was high above and could not be touched by ordinary people. Once touched, there would be disaster. It was completely different from the single hand bone and incomplete remains in the past.
Meng Qi took a breath, pulled his sight back, and took the mustard ring of the Nether Emperor. He forcibly broke the seal and tilted the items inside out. The pile was one foot wide and one person high. The various colors of light competed for brilliance, almost blinding Meng Qi's eyes.
These are all good treasures, including materials, elixirs, and treasure weapons, which are almost equivalent to the accumulation of 20% to 30% of the normal top forces.
This made Meng Qi sigh. The foundation of the Immortal Life and Death Sect is really profound. The Sect Master alone carries so many with him. The only pity is that there are no more magic weapons. After all, most of the magic weapons will be passed on to the younger generation, but the corpse will not. Most of the people who can leave a magic weapon to be buried with them are extraordinary. Only those who are destined can get it, not "tomb robbers".
More importantly, the Immortal Life and Death Sect lost some magic weapons during several exterminations. It is unknown whether they were taken away by someone in the chaos or swallowed by the Heart Saint's remains as sacrifices.
"Thank you all for your help, the Immortal Life and Death Sect was destroyed, and one of the nine evil ways was eliminated." Meng Qi clasped his hands to express his sincere gratitude, and then said directly, "Now we have a lot of harvest, please choose first."
Although he relied on his face and favors to invite so many powerful helpers, Meng Qi did not want to break the friendship overnight. Give and take is the right way to go!
There is a tacit understanding in the division of spoils. Knowing what the person in charge wants most, he will deliberately not choose. At the same time, there is also a default order for selection.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were cast on Mr. Lu.
Mr. Lu smiled slightly: "One sword and one person are enough for me, no external things are needed, but as the owner of Huamei Mountain Villa, I still have to accumulate some for my disciples." He pointed to the pile of items: "I will take 30%." "Not enough, senior, you must take 50% at least." Meng Qi shook his head like a rattle. This is the main force! The least "valuable" part is still chosen! Mr. Lu's expression was calm: "Then 40%, if I want to use Huangquan skeleton to "test the sword" in the future, you can't refuse." The implication is that Huangquan skeleton belongs to Meng Qi. "Junior is very happy." Meng Qi said with a smile. Mr. Lu looked at the bronze coffin where the remains of the Heart Saint were, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "The remains of the sage cannot be desecrated. Why not choose a good place to bury him again?"
"Other places may be robbed again, so it is better to bury him near Huamei Mountain Villa. With the owner of the villa guarding, the Heart Saint will not be disturbed, and people from Changle Academy can come to worship openly." Master Yunhe suggested. He was not unfamiliar with the Heart Saint. Not only did he have the "medieval history" brought by Mo Palace, but he also took the time to fully understand the current situation of the main world.
Meng Qi and others did not object, because if they guarded the remains of the Heart Saint by themselves, once they encountered corpse transformation, it would be tantamount to seeking death, and Su Wuming could be "omnipresent", and when they needed to work together to suppress it, he could go from Xijian Pavilion to Huamei Mountain Villa much faster than from Huamei Mountain Villa to Xijian Pavilion.
After the discussion was completed, Mr. Lu Da took 40% of the Netherworld Emperor's treasure, and then Su Wuming said calmly: "I also want 40%."
He was not interested in corpses.
No one had any objections. It was Master Yunhe's turn. He looked around with bright eyes. It seemed that everyone was reluctant to part with them. He spent a lot of effort before saying: "The old Taoist wants this real dragon corpse."
This can make a lot of good things!
"Okay!" Before he could say anything else, Meng Qi immediately agreed and blocked his last words. Then he looked at Xuan Bei and said, "Master, this innate divine corpse is equivalent to the pseudo-underworld evil god. It always has the power of life and death. It can help the 'Moko Demon Subduing Fist' to understand by analogy, and it is full of viciousness and obsession, and it is in need of Buddhism to resolve it. "
Xuanbei knew his disciple's intention, and Amitabha said: "This is very good."
After the Shaolin monks put away the sealed innate divine corpse, He Qi looked around gratefully, because he knew that Mr. Lu Da, Su Wuming, Xuan Bei and other monks had all given way to him.
Donghai Jianzhuang has a relatively shallow background, and the He Qiyi lineage cultivates invisible and formless sword energy. Apart from the sword talisman transformed by the Dharmakaya and the sword formation protecting the village, there are no magic weapons. The closest thing to the magic weapon is the sword Gu talisman. Ling, because of this, they have been leaning towards Donghai. At this time, Mr. Lu Da, Su Wuming, Xuan Bei and others did not choose the pen of life and death, obviously leaving it to He Qi.
After He Qi put away the life and death pen, Meng Qi looked at Jiang Zhiwei with a smile: "It's your turn."
They are backhand and defensive, and they all have their own roles.
Jiang Zhiwei glanced at him, and put away the remaining 20% of the items with a clear mind. Anyway, everyone can use whatever can be used, and good deeds can also be borrowed and borrowed.
After scattering other harvests, Meng Qi turned to look at the huge Huangquan skeleton. It was dark and white, and the evil was dotted with holiness!
The legacy of the legendary power! This is the main material that can be used to refine a peerless magic weapon!
After collecting the bones, the group left the ancient tomb world, and this place was truly dead.
PS: Corrected a previous clerical error. Chapter 369: "Two swords combined" is the human immortal Su Wuming, not the earthly immortal.