Chapter 22 Yin and Yang Double Graves (Part 1)

"Zhao Jie, Zhao Jie!" Seeing this strange scene, some people who were familiar with the black-robed monk's hair stood on end, and hurriedly called the name of the monk who had fallen into the huge black iron coffin, but they didn't get any response. respond.

A living person was swallowed by a coffin just like that.

Li Zun's eyes were gloomy, staring at the huge black iron coffin that had been restored to its original shape.

It wasn't like there was no change, because just after Zhao Jie fell into the giant coffin, a small part of the strange gray patterns on the surface of the giant coffin began to glow blood-red, as if they had come to life.

He seems to have thought of something, but he is not sure, and needs to verify it again.

So he pointed out another underworld cultivator—it was the purple-clothed cultivator who called Zhao Jie's name just now, "You, go explore this coffin again!"

The purple-clothed cultivator did not expect that disaster would fall from the sky, and said in fear: "Master, I..."

"Huh?" Li Zun snorted coldly, his gaze slashed across the face of the purple-clothed cultivator like a knife.

Under Li Zun's fierce gaze, the purple-clothed cultivator's face was ashen.

As monks from the underworld, they are all implanted with the heart demon Gu, and Li Zun has the mother Gu of the heart demon. With the mother Gu, as long as they dare to attack Li Zun, Li Zun can Relying on the suppressing power of the mother Gu on the child Gu, it is easy to counter them.

So even if Li Zun shattered his Nascent Soul and lowered his cultivation base, they couldn't resist him at all.

Under Li Zun's persecution, the purple-clothed monk could only walk slowly into the ancient hall, and walked to the side of the giant black iron coffin with trembling legs.

...

Lu Qingshan and the others hid their breath in the distance, watching this scene.

To be honest, the methods used by the four of them to hide their aura are not very clever, it can even be said to be very rough.

But because the attention of the underworld cultivators was all focused on the huge coffin in the ancient temple, so far, no one has noticed the arrival of Lu Qingshan and the others.

"The state of these underworld monks is not right!" Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "No matter their complexion or state, they are all very bad."

Tantai Qingrun observed carefully, nodded and said: "That's true."

Generally speaking, using the explosive secret method will not only damage the Dao foundation, but also bring powerful sequelae.

After the powerful force obtained by the outbreak fades, the monk will fall into a state of extreme weakness for a long time.

And these underworld monks, in order to quickly break the prohibition of the tomb of the demon spirit, used the explosive secret technique, so now they are all in an extremely weak state, and their strength is only one-twelfth of their heyday.

"Using this opportunity, maybe we have a chance to wipe out these underworld cultivators." Lu Qingshan casually said shocking words, bursting out with murderous aura.

In his pitch-black eyes, there was a scarlet light flickering.

Normally, he doesn't have such a strong killing intent.

"Lu Qingshan, the sound of heartbeat and calling is becoming more and more obvious." King Xishu stood on Lu Qingshan's shoulder, suddenly grabbed Lu Qingshan's drooping hair, and said nervously.

"Did the sound come from that giant black iron coffin?" Lu Qingshan asked again.

The inexplicable calling and heartbeat that King West Mouse heard is still a mystery, and no answer has been obtained.

King West Mouse nodded, shook his head violently, and quickly explained: "The sound of the heartbeat indeed came from that coffin, but the sound of calling came from there!"

The Western Mouse King stretched out his small claws and pointed to the naturally formed underground deep pool in the center of the square.

"Huh?" Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering in his heart.

...

On the other side, under Li Zun's persecution, the purple-clothed underworld cultivator was already very close to the giant black iron coffin.

At this time, the giant black iron coffin did not make any abnormal movements.

"Break open this coffin." Li Zun's voice was like the cry of a night owl, which made the purple-clothed monk feel an icy chill.

Under Li Zun's persecution, the purple-clothed monk did not dare to delay.

A blue-green wooden ruler appeared in his hand,

That is his magic weapon.

The purple-clothed cultivator held the wooden ruler in his hand, and the green glow hovered over the wooden ruler. He slammed down on the huge coffin, trying to break the outer shell of the coffin.

clang!

A blood-colored divine light rushed out from the surface of the coffin, and immediately sent the purple-clothed monk's green-wood ruler magic weapon flying out.

At the same time, a bloody aura rushed towards him, causing the purple-clothed monk to lose his mind for a moment.

And at this moment, with a creaking sound, the huge black iron coffin was like a huge mouth of a beast, and a small gap was moved away again. The cultivator in purple shook his body unconsciously, and fell into the huge coffin like this .

Under everyone's terrified eyes, the coffin lid slowly closed.

Everything returned to calm again. If we were to talk about the only change, it would be that the gray patterns on the surface of the giant black iron coffin lit up again.

Already about 10% of the patterns are shining.

Li Zun's expression became more ferocious, he had already verified his guess.

With a light tap of his finger, he quickly pointed out more than a dozen monks from the underworld.

"All of you enter the ancient palace and work together to uncover the coffin lid!" Li Zun's tone was cold, revealing that there was no doubt about it.

The underworld cultivators whose names were named all had broken expressions on their faces, and one of the cultivators shook his head repeatedly, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, this is sending you to death..."

And his footsteps are retreating unconsciously.

Li Zun let out a dark smile, and with a slight movement in his mind, a black light shot into the monk's brow, so fast that he couldn't dodge it at all.

The next moment, the monk hugged his head, screamed, collapsed on the ground, twitched continuously, and screamed like a ghost, "Ah... ah... ...Hall Master, please forgive me, please forgive me...Your subordinates are wrong, subordinates are wrong!"

Li Zun was not moved by it, but watched him coldly rolling and writhing on the ground like a bug.

After thirty breaths, Li Zun stopped torturing the underworld monk.

Since Broken Infant, his cultivation level is no longer enough to suppress all the monks present, so he just uses this to deter the monks in the underworld and let them understand that as long as the demons in their bodies are not released, they will be under his restraint forever .

"This coffin may not necessarily make you die, but I can make your life worse than death." Li Zun said coldly, scanning the crowd.

For a moment, all the cultivators in the underworld were silent and did not dare to say more.

Dead friends don't die in poverty, anyway, they don't call themselves to die.

Most of the underworld monks thought so in their hearts.

And the underworld monk who was used to kill chickens and monkeys struggled to get up, his clothes were already soaked in cold sweat, his face was pale, and he begged for mercy weakly: "It's my subordinate's fault."

Li Zun was not at all soft-hearted, pointing to the coffin in the ancient palace, he said sharply: "Hurry up!"

With the lessons learned from the past, even though they knew that this was sending them to death, the underworld cultivator who was named this time did not dare to resist and refute.

"Open the coffin lid!" Li Zun shouted.

A dozen underworld monks put their hands on the coffin, looked at each other, and finally began to slowly push up the coffin lid.

Chi, Chi, Chi.

In the silence of the audience, the sound of the coffin lid moving seemed unusually abrupt.