Chapter 518 Ancestral Spirits

Wasn't the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord possessed by the evil spirit or evil thoughts of the Death Gate? How could he die tragically at the Life Gate?

Did he make a mistake in his judgment, or was the evil spirit or evil thoughts of the Death Gate restrained at the Life Gate, and simply abandoned the body to escape?

As Meng Qi's thoughts flew, the Soul-Calling Yaksha's face turned black, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He looked back at the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord's body from a distance.

Suddenly, he exclaimed softly: "It doesn't look like it was torn into two pieces. The broken ends are flat, as if it was chopped with a knife."

Cut with a knife? Meng Qi looked in astonishment, and saw that there were no signs of tearing on the broken ends of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord's body, as if it was chopped with a knife or an axe.

"If I didn't know my own business, I would have thought it was me who did it..." For a moment, Meng Qi suspected that he saw the wound caused by "The Creation of Heaven and Earth", just like Yang Zhenchan whose traces were destroyed by himself.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Meng Qi suddenly froze, and he couldn't rule out the possibility that he had done it himself!

At the Zhenwu Tomb, the evil thoughts possessed me without any signs, without any sound. Could it be that the things on the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord were transferred to me? Taking advantage of the illusion array to confuse my senses, I took control of my body?

The more Meng Qi thought about it, the more frightened he became. If it weren't for the breathing of the vital energy, the body would have formed a cycle and the strong control, I'm afraid he would have been sweating.

The experienced Meng Qi took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and carefully examined the body of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord.

He didn't decay into mud like Yang Zhenchan, but lost all moisture, including blood. Both his body and internal organs were shriveled and withered, and the wound was flat and cut in half.

Seeing this, Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief. This knife only had the shape of "creating the world", but not the essence, as if it was deliberately imitated.

Imitating "creating the world", did anyone see me kill Yang Zhenchan? No, I also used it when I escaped from the death gate... Meng Qi frowned.

Suddenly, the Soul-Calling Yaksha stretched out his hand and took away the rotten black bag of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord. The gloves had also decayed into mud, but the things in the bag were still well preserved because the bag protected the demon Lord from disasters.

Because of the relationship between the Soul-Calling Yaksha and the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord, no one objected when he took the black bag. Although Meng Qi was very distressed, he still did not take action. He still needed them to explore the way and step on the trap.

And Meng Qi was also entangled in another question, would he be possessed by the Yin spirit or evil thoughts of the Death Gate?

The incident of the suspected tomb of Zhenwu left a deep impression on him. He didn't know when he was possessed, and it was difficult to rule it out now.

He calmed his mind, his soul was high above it, looking down at the "heaven", the acupoints opened, and operated secretly, looking for any abnormality.

"No problem..." Meng Qi's Dharma image appeared inwardly, dark and gloomy, chaos opened up, the heavens were born, and the universes and worlds of all parties appeared, without any abnormality.

Then, he visualized the first move of the "Tathagata Palm", the golden Buddha pointed to the sky and touched the earth, only "I" was supreme, pointing to himself and others, and still did not bring out any foreign objects.

If there was no such thing, then choose to believe in yourself! Meng Qi was no longer suspicious, and under the immortal Yuanshi phase and visualization of the Tathagata Palm, if there were still evil thoughts or evil spirits that could quietly possess the body, then it could not be solved by the external scene, so there was no need to worry. Wait until the task was completed and ask the six paths for "help"!

He only had one "Dharma Body Level" item on him, which was the wood carving given by Mr. Lu. Now he also held it in his left hand for a while, and the touch was normal. It was still an ordinary wood carving.

"Let's continue." The soul-seeking Yaksha said with a gloomy face.

Meng Qi and "the world-confused demon" Jia Zhen did not say much, and took cautious steps.

One step, two steps, three steps, mist was steaming again, Meng Qi carefully changed direction and did not stay in the same place.

After a cup of tea, the mist dissipated, and Meng Qi saw that the gray-white square was empty, with only the Soul-Calling Yaksha not far away.

"Jia Zhen is dead too?" Meng Qi dispersed his mind and found a pool of blood and flesh, as if it had been crushed by a huge rock. Judging from the clothes mixed in it, it was the "Devil of the World" Jia Zhen.

Everything on him was crushed to pieces!

This middle-aged scholar who made him feel familiar but unrecognizable also died silently... Meng Qi suddenly felt a chill. It was worthy of being the Worry-Free Valley that buried the entire Bo Mi Kingdom. Fortunately, he used public power for personal gain and pulled the examiner in!

Meng Qi and Soul-Calling Yaksha looked at each other and saw each other's strong vigilance and scrutiny.

"Continue?" Meng Qi asked.

Soul-Calling Yaksha said in a deep voice: "Of course."

Only a few steps to the entrance!

The two walked forward at the same time. After three steps, the mist rose as usual, isolating the senses.

Meng Qi took a step sideways according to his understanding, changed his position, and sensed the sea formed by the vitality of the heaven and earth around him. It was also filled with fog and covered the nature.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed over like lightning, with a heavy demonic aura, like a centipede, trying to entangle Meng Qi tightly.

Meng Qi, who had been on guard, changed in the wind and escaped from the demonic centipede strangely.

At this moment, a series of human-shaped black shadows rushed out from the white fog, some using fists, some using claws, some showing palm knives, some using finger vertebrae, and some turning into spirals, all containing legal principles, covering the sky and the earth, full of a sense of corrosion, and the meaning of corruption was imprinted in the heart.

Meng Qi did not try to defend himself, and slashed out with a long sword, and the sun in many acupoints was in the sky.

The sword was like a blazing sun, slashing out a thousand feet of light, real and fake, or bending or turning, "swallowing" all nearby places.

The sun shines everywhere, leaving nothing out!

Dangdangdang, the long sword and the opponent's fists and feet kept colliding, making the sound of metal clashing, and many black shadows dissipated.

Suddenly, the black shadows gathered together, and it seemed that they had two horns on their heads, and the devilish aura was everywhere.

It closed its hands and just caught the flowing fire entity, and the sunlight suddenly dissipated.

Meng Qi suddenly felt a powerful suction force coming from the flowing fire. His flesh, flesh, bones, and soul essence all felt loose, as if they were about to throw themselves at the opponent!

Pale gold emerges, its suction is like a worm shaking a big tree, but it has no effect.

The opponent's Qi changed accordingly, and Meng Qi felt a strong sense of danger in his heart. He directly unblocked the flow of fire and coordinated with the change of moves.

boom!

The stream of light caught between the palms was like a sun coming down, making continuous explosions, rolling with scorching heat, and radiating light.

With this push, the long sword passed between the palms and stabbed the opponent's chest!

The opponent's chest seemed to be made of gold and iron, but the flowing fire, which was already a top-grade weapon, only paused briefly before piercing it.

boom!

The scorching heat exploded, as if the sun was exploding. The smell of burnt flesh and blood wafted in, and the surrounding white mist was blown thin!

When the flow of fire paused for a moment, the opponent took advantage of the situation and flew backwards, so that the sword did not penetrate too deeply, but a big hole was melted in the chest, and the internal organs were half turned into water and half burned black!

At this time, Meng Qi felt a strong numbness that spread to the tips of his hair.

"It's him! Heavenly Demon Bliss!" Meng Qi almost said in shock. Through the thin white mist, he saw the other person. It was none other than the "Haunted Heavenly Demon" Jia Zhen who had died before.

And Meng Qi also recognized his identity from his skills. He was the "mythical" old Zhong, not a member of the Samsaras!

No wonder there was no trauma after being stabbed before. The devil's golden body is inherently invulnerable and has magical defensive skills!

Old Zhong, who had returned to his original appearance, was a bit uglier again, with a lot of pimples on his face. He kept retreating until he reached the edge of the gray-white square.

Meng Qi tried to catch up, but was blocked by layers of solid white mist.

At this time, most of the fog disappeared, and Meng Qi saw the life-threatening Yaksha. The light of Wutu was emitting from his body, and he was struggling to support himself under the hands of a translucent Yin spirit.

This Yin spirit has an old face, is dressed in a black robe, and has thick white hair, like thin snakes, hanging down behind him.

As the white mist subsided, he gave up his attack and disappeared into the mist.

"It's you!" Suoming Yaksha looked at the old clock protected by white mist, his eyes filled with anger.

But he was not in a hurry to take action, as if he was waiting for something.

Old Zhong Jie Jie smiled strangely and his mental state was obviously abnormal: "Who told you to invite me?"

"What on earth do you want to do? You haven't even entered the gate of life yet!" Suoming Yaksha was extremely puzzled by his hurried action.

The flesh and blood on Lao Zhong's chest squirmed and his internal organs evolved. He glanced at Meng Qi and said with a crazy smile: "Of course I will kill you all!"

Hearing these words, Meng Qi seemed to have guessed something, and said calmly: "Are you sent by Shinhwa to look for clues in Wuyou Valley?"

"Myth..." Suoming Yaksha only knew that the mythical Emperor of Heaven killed the emperor of the Jin Dynasty during the mutual market. Now that he met the "rightful master", it suddenly seemed like a dream.

Lao Zhong was happy to delay his recovery: "Yes, I didn't expect that you guys could find a way out so quickly when you got together. I didn't have time to pass on the news, so I had to kill you first and suppress the matter."

The incident happened suddenly, and he had no way to notify Shinhwa. He was afraid that the things in Wuyou Valley would be discovered first, so he secretly assassinated and destroyed the treasure hunting group. Little did he know that the first attempt failed, and the first person to be killed was Meng Qi.

"Who is that Yin spirit?" Suoming Yaksha asked.

Lao Zhong chuckled and said, "According to the records I have obtained, important places in Bomi will be protected by ancestral spirits. As long as you worship sincerely, you will be blessed by the ancestral spirits."

"You kowtow not just to open the door..." Suoming Yaksha suddenly realized.

Normally, ancestral spirits that have not been worshiped will dissipate after more than a hundred years, but this place is special, dark, damp, and full of death. It makes sense that the ancestral spirits have existed for more than a thousand years, but it seems that he has lost his intelligence. , all based on instinct, and also with the help of fog.

Lao Zhong's chest and abdomen returned to their original shape, and his breath was slightly weak. He glanced at Meng Qi and the two men and sneered: "You don't dare to move, are you afraid of stirring up the phantom formation again and letting the ancestral spirits attack?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll inspire you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the laughter of Suoming Yaksha: "Jia Zhen, why do you think I invite you, a casual acquaintance?"

"You..." Lao Zhongtou was stunned.

The face of the life-demanding Yaksha turned cold: "It's convenient to kill, no need to share the treasure!"

At this time, a figure appeared out of thin air, grabbed it with both hands, and the blood-brown water surged, forcibly grabbing the ancestor spirit out of the formation!

The visitor was wearing a black imperial robe, with white hair pulled up into a high bun, and a snake-shaped wooden hairpin. His face was full of wrinkles, and he had some resemblance to the ancestors!

"Underworld Emperor!" Lao Zhong's expression changed drastically, he took out something, turned around and flew towards the exit.

The old god of life-killing Yaksha was here, and he was confident. He did not chase after him, but looked at Meng Qi with a smile:

"You're calm, aren't you scared?"

Meng Qi returned the smile with a bright smile, his teeth were white and neat:

"Why should I be afraid?"