"Could it be that the information Lu Huaming obtained was wrong, and there are no ghosts at the peak of the late stage of Qigong here?" Shen Luo couldn't help but think so in his heart.
"Forget it. Since I have chosen to come here, I will continue to look ahead." He quickly dispelled his doubts, stopped practicing, stood up, and continued to move forward into the depths of the ancient tomb.
After walking through several passages, Shen Luo suddenly stopped and looked forward.
There were bursts of muffled collision sounds coming from the front, mixed with shouting, as if someone was fighting.
He was not surprised. The Yinling Mountains were an area with a strong yin energy and rich in various yin-attributed materials. Every year, many cultivators came here to hunt for treasures. There were no restrictions outside the ancient tomb, so it was normal for someone to appear here.
Moreover, he had been searching for such a long time but had not been able to find a suitable ghost. It was rare for him to meet other cultivators, so perhaps he could ask them something.
With this thought in mind, Shen Luo quickly continued to move forward. After a dozen breaths, he arrived at the end of the passage, and a huge stone chamber appeared in front of him.
The interior of this stone chamber was quite empty, with only a coffin placed in the corner, which was now overturned on the ground. A stream of bright red blood flowed out of it, staining a large area of the ground red, and emitting a pungent smell of blood and yin.
Near the coffin, five monks were fighting with a blood-red zombie ghost.
"It's actually them!" Shen Luo looked surprised.
He had seen these five cultivators before. They were the Five Friends of Mangshan whom he met outside Danyangzi's mansion before.
The blood-red zombie was over ten feet tall, with a mouth full of protruding fangs. Its skin looked like old tree bark, and it was covered in blood, with blood dripping from its body from time to time. I wonder if it jumped out of the coffin.
This zombie is quite powerful, having actually reached the late stage of Bigu. Moreover, its skin is extremely hard and invulnerable to swords and guns.
The five friends from Mangshan had the upper hand because of their numbers, but they were still unable to kill the zombie.
"Brother, use the Fire Cloud Gourd. We can't stay here for too long. We need to go to the back hall." The white-robed young man among the Five Friends of Mangshan was a little anxious after fighting for a long time and shouted to the old man in Confucian robe who was leading the fight.
"Back hall?" Although Shen Luo and these five people were old acquaintances, they were not friends. He was about to retreat quietly, but when he heard this, he stopped.
"Okay." The old man in Confucian robes flicked his sleeves, and a big red gourd appeared out of thin air in front of him, and he slapped it.
A red light flashed at the mouth of the gourd, and a piece of red sand shot out from it, each grain was the size of a bean.
As soon as these gravels touched the air, red flames immediately rose from them and grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a red fire cloud, which attacked the blood-red zombies fiercely.
The temperature in the entire stone chamber suddenly rose. Shen Luo, standing outside the stone chamber, felt the air in front of him become hot, as if he was near a furnace. One can imagine how high the temperature inside the stone chamber is.
The other four of the Five Friends of Mangshan had already retreated quickly, and only the blood-red zombie was still standing there, facing the surging red fire cloud.
A trace of fear flashed across the blood-red zombie's face, and blood flashed all over his body. He waved his two claws forward, and the blood flew out of his body, condensing into a blood-red light curtain in front of him.