Chapter 878 "Return"

In the ancient tomb world, all the tombs, all the bones, and all the disciples were all dead with the Heart Saint under his influence, leaving no trace. Only the huge Yellow Spring skeleton that was black and white, the mustard seed ring carried by the Nether Emperor, the life and death pen trapped by Meng Qi's empty swordsmanship, and the North Pole True Dragon and the Xiantian God Corpse that were still fighting.

"It's really a large-scale destructive map artillery weapon..." Meng Qi thought with a bit of heartache.

At this time, Mr. Lu took up the lid of the coffin, closed the bronze ancient coffin where the Heart Saint's remains lay, activated the inscription relief on it, and lit three soul-soothing green lamps, which were placed on the head, chest and soles of the feet to prevent the Heart Saint from turning into a corpse again.

And Su Wuming's figure was tall and seemed untouchable. Holding a long sword, he attacked the North Pole True Dragon and the Xiantian God Corpse almost at the same time, helping Yunhe Zhenren and Shaolin Xuanbei and others to end the battle as soon as possible.

Meng Qi did not get involved, but looked at the extremely oppressive Huangquan skeleton in front of him. It was pitch black, with bone wings on its back and two horns on its head. There were a total of 1,296 bones around it, all of which were flowing with subtle white light, like a ray of light in the dark night, a ray of life in death, but four of them were different from the others, with a dark green in the black, not sacred but evil.

They were the left and right hand bones, a rib and a toe bone.

"Four Huangquan bones are missing, the most important one is with me, and the other three fell into the hands of the magician..." Meng Qi, who had recalled the memory fragments of the Nether Emperor, knew it well, and despised the high-quality imitations of the Life and Death Sect for being too poor, as if they were the original bones of the Nether Emperor himself.

After removing the left hand bone, Meng Qi held his breath, his mind was clear, his senses were focused on the surroundings, and he carefully stretched out the hand bone in his palm.

As soon as this hand bone touched the nearby skeleton, it suddenly shone brightly, blood-yellow and heavy, instantly enveloping the surroundings, and a feeling of burning destruction or cold evil came from it, which suddenly bounced Meng Qi away.

The hand bone returned to its place, and blood-yellow light flashed on the huge skeleton, flowing to every position, making Meng Qi dizzy. Past memories and the marks of reincarnation seemed to become blurred.

The blood-yellow light around the Huangquan skeleton flowed and circulated like true essence and blood, exuding a sense of omnipresence and loftiness. The nearby void cracked, and the quietly surging blood-yellow river could be vaguely seen. Countless ghosts and spirits were floating in it, with empty eyes, and they would never be reborn.

At this moment, the "magician" Han Guang, who was watching from the top of the mountain outside, changed his face slightly, and waves of blood-yellow marrow light surged from the mustard ring in his hand, shaking the ground and brightening the sky.

Meng Qi felt something in his heart, and turned back suddenly. With the help of the connection between the Yellow Spring Skeleton and the remaining bones, he saw Han Guang.

The magician is here indeed! Meng Qi initially thought of the yellow bird, just to take precautions, but after knowing from the memory of the Nether Emperor that the three Yellow Spring Bones fell into the hands of the magician, he guessed that he would most likely wait and see and wait for an opportunity!

Han Guang's eyes met Meng Qi's, and he felt the Yellow Spring Skeleton's "summoning" of the items in his mustard ring, and then saw an invisible and formless sword light suddenly emerge, stabbing from the top of his head, and saw Mr. Lu turning his head to look at him.

He Qi is indeed in the dark! Han Guang narrowed his eyes slightly, and clenched the five fingers of his drooping right hand one by one. The surrounding void suddenly shone with a faint light, making the invisible sword light slow down. At the same time, three black bones flew out of the mustard ring and threw themselves into the ancient tomb world.

If they were held by the Yellow Spring Skeleton and could not escape, they would suffer heavy losses!

The blood-yellow light on the mustard ring disappeared. Before He Qi chopped it and before Mr. Lu swung his sword, Han Guangxin stepped back. His figure blurred directly, and his sleeves fluttered, as if he had stepped into the long river of time and disappeared.

Three bones flew into the ancient tomb world and fell on the Huangquan skeleton. They returned to their respective positions. The original bones turned into residues as soon as they were separated, as if all their vitality was absorbed by the skeleton.

Seeing this, Meng Qi said, "You have to pay the price for watching!"

Creaking, the Huangquan skeleton finally shook all over, and bone spurs with black in white popped out from the joints. Each bone spur extended into the void, as if connected to the universe. Then, a huge, ancient, majestic, sacred and evil feeling rushed out with an endless posture, making Meng Qi who was nearby shudder, even with the protection of the Lingbao Fire Knife.

The skeleton of Huangquan seemed to be everywhere at this time, like the rules of heaven and earth, like deep and subtle, like constantly splitting, like immortal and indestructible, and the breath of legend was blowing in my face!

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Boom!

In the Nine Netherworld, the blood-yellow river water runs through every layer and every secret world, flowing quietly, unchanged from ancient times, sinking all the things trapped. Suddenly, the water of Huangquan boiled, raising huge waves hundreds of feet high, like a crazy blood-yellow real dragon.

The ghosts and spirits inside who will never be reborn looked up at the sky and let out a shrill cry, shaking all places along the river:

"My Lord is coming back!"

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In a certain universe, an ancient city built of blue-gray stones stood on the wasteland, attracting many monks to explore.

It is said that this place was once the capital of ghosts of King Yama, who was in charge of the death of every living being. Later, for unknown reasons, King Yama suddenly disappeared, and this place gradually fell into disrepair. The King of Ghosts and the Judge were no longer seen, nor were millions of ghost soldiers passing through. Only numerous secrets and treasures that were occasionally found were left here.

At this time, several monks landed in front of the gate of the "Ghost Capital City" and were about to enter. Suddenly they felt the earth shaking violently. The blue-gray stone wall was shaken with a cloud of gray. The huge locust tree directly opposite the city gate It ignites spontaneously without wind, like a giant incense candle.

Numerous gaps opened up on the surface, and pairs of green or red eyes emerged from the depths, densely packed and creepy.

They laughed wildly and shouted in unison:

"Your Majesty is about to return!"

Dark clouds gathered, covering the day.

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An ancient and huge pyramid has been silently "watching" the sparkling river for tens of thousands of years, nurturing the fertile soil on both sides of the river, like the incarnation of gods and demons, ruling the world on their behalf.

Suddenly, the pyramid instantly decayed, the stone turned into mud, and the whole collapsed. The priests inside were not injured, but were covered with decayed mud.

They looked at each other, and then heard a dull and harsh cracking sound. Looking around, they saw the base of the original pyramid cracking, revealing another pyramid, a deep black pyramid with the spire pointing downward.

Black air spread out from it, and beetles crawled out densely. The priests were shocked at first, and then became ecstatic. At the same time, they knelt down on the ground and shouted heartily:

"The great immortal lord is about to awaken!"

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In a quiet and lifeless secret world, there stood two men wearing black full-body armor. They exuded the unique aura of gods, one was full of death, and the other seemed to be in a deep sleep that would never wake up.

They looked at the palace in the distance and felt the restlessness in the void. At the same time, they knelt down on one knee, put their right hands on their chests, and said as if chanting:

"Pluto is about to wake up."

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After Huang Quan's skeleton was complete, his breath surged briefly. Meng Qi seemed frozen, and his soul could hardly think. When he came back to his senses, the huge black skeleton was already peaceful, with a faint blood-yellow light flowing, indicating that the owner had been dead for a long time. .

Meng Qi had Mr. Lu Da beside him. He returned his sword to its sheath and looked at Huangquan's bones with concentration, thoughtfully.

Su Wuming assisted Master Yunhe to capture the Arctic True Dragon, and helped Xuanbei and other monks seal the innate divine corpse; He Qigang entered the ancient tomb world; Jiang Zhiwei came from a distance. She was far away before to observe the overall situation The cardinal changes in heaven and earth prevented the Nether Emperor from escaping with the help of arrangements.

The bones of the underworld were standing in front of him. Meng Qi just glanced at them and felt a very strange feeling. 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 different from the single hand bone in the past. Complete remains are completely different.

Meng Qi took a breath, pulled back his gaze, photographed the Netherworld Emperor's mustard ring, forcibly broke the seal, and tilted the items inside out. The pile was one foot wide and one person high, with all kinds of rays of light competing for brilliance, almost blinding Meng Qi. Strange eyes.

These are all good treasures, including materials, elixirs, and weapons, which are almost equivalent to 20 to 30% of the accumulation of normal top forces.

This made Meng Qi sigh spontaneously. The Life and Death Immortality Sect has such a profound foundation. Sect Master Guang carries so many of them with him. The only pity is that there are not more magic weapons. After all, most of the magic weapons will be passed down to future generations, but corpses will not. Most of the characters who can leave a mouthful of divine weapons to be buried with them at will are extraordinary and can only be obtained by those who are destined, not by "grave robbers".

More importantly, the Immortal Life and Death Sect also lost some of its divine weapons during several annihilations. I don’t know whether they were taken away by others in the chaos, or were devoured by the remains of the Heart Saint as sacrifices.

"Thank you all seniors for your help. The Impermanence Sect has been destroyed, and one of the Nine Paths of Evil has been eliminated." Meng Qi rallied his hands, expressed his sincere gratitude, and then said directly, "The harvest is now very rich, please make your selection first."

Although he relied on his own face and favor to recruit so many powerful helpers, Meng Qi didn't want the friendship to be cut off. Keeping things going is the only way to keep things going!

There is a tacit understanding in dividing the spoils like this. They know what the person in charge wants most, so they will deliberately not choose. At the same time, there is also a default order of selection.

For a moment, all eyes turned to Mr. Lu Da.

Mr. Lu Da smiled slightly: "My sword is enough for one person. It is not a foreign thing. However, as the owner of Thrushcross Villa, I still have to earn some money for my disciples and grandchildren."

He pointed to the pile of items: "I can take only 30%."

"It's not enough, seniors have to get 50% no matter what." Meng Qi shook his head like a rattle, this is the main force! I chose the least “valuable” part!

Mr. Lu Da's expression was calm: "Then 40%. If I want to 'test the sword' with Huang Quan's skeleton in the future, you can't shirk the blame."

The implication is that the Huangquan skeleton belongs to Meng Qi.

"This junior is extremely happy." Meng Qi said with a smile.

Mr. Lu Da looked at the bronze coffin where the saint's remains were, and said thoughtfully: "The remains of the sages cannot be desecrated, so why not choose a good place to bury him again."

"The rest of the places are afraid of being robbed again. It is better to bury them near Huamei Villa. Under the supervision of the owner of the village, the Holy Heart will not be disturbed, and the people of Changle Academy can come to worship in an open and honest manner." Master Yunhe suggested. , he is no stranger to Heart Sage. Not only does he have the "medieval history" brought by Mo Palace, but he also takes the time to fully understand the current situation of the main world.

Meng Qi and others did not object, because if they were to guard the remains of the Heart Saint, they would be seeking death if they were transformed into corpses. Su Wuming could be "everywhere", and when they needed to join forces to suppress it, he could go from Xijian Pavilion to Thrushcross Grange. It is much faster from Huamei Grange Villa to Xijian Pavilion.

After the discussion, Mr. Lu took 40% of the treasures of the Nether Emperor, and Su Wuming, who was next, said indifferently: "I want 40% too."

He was not interested in the corpse.

No one objected, and it was the turn of Master Yunhe. He looked around with a sharp gaze, as if everyone was reluctant to give it up. He spent a lot of effort to say: "The old Taoist wants this real dragon corpse."

This can be used to refine a lot of good things!

"Okay!" Without waiting for him to say anything else, Meng Qi immediately agreed, blocking his words, and then looked at Xuanbei and said, "Master, this innate god corpse is equivalent to the pseudo-Yellow Spring Evil God, with the power of life and death, which can help the "Moko Demon Subduing Fist" to draw inferences, and He is full of resentment and obsession, and he needs Buddhism to resolve and transcend."

Xuanbei knew his disciple's intention, and said Amitabha: "This is very good."

After the Shaolin monks put away the sealed innate god corpse, He Qi looked around gratefully, because he knew that Mr. Lu, Su Wuming, Xuanbei and other monks had given way to him.

The foundation of Donghai Sword Manor is relatively shallow, and He Qi's lineage practices invisible and formless sword energy. Apart from the sword talisman and the sword formation for protecting the manor transformed by the Dharma body, there is no magic weapon. The closest thing to a magic weapon is the sword poison talisman. Because of this, they have always been in peace in Donghai. At this time, Mr. Lu, Su Wuming, Xuan Bei and others did not choose the life and death pen, 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 backhands and defenses, and they all have their own roles.

Jiang Zhiwei glanced at him, and put away the remaining 20% ​​of the items in a tacit understanding. Anyway, everyone can use it at will, and good deeds can be borrowed.

After dispersing other harvests, Meng Qi turned his head and looked at the huge Huangquan skeleton, which was black and white, and evil was dotted with holiness!

The remains of the legendary great power! This is the main material that can be used to refine peerless magic weapons!

Putting away the skeleton, the group left the ancient tomb world, and this place was truly dead.

PS: Corrected a previous typo. The one in Chapter 369 “Two Swords Combined” is the human immortal Su Wuming, not the earthly immortal.