That piece of thing rushed up to me, hula la, like a spinning wheel, looking at the piece of leather getting closer and closer to me, I let go of my throat and shouted, "Fuck your mother!" Cut off the leather. Unexpected things happened. The leather hulled upright in the air and made a gesture of holding a sword with both hands.
I held down the sword and continued to cleave, and the man's skin fell to the ground. Like mud, the sword is not messy, nor can it be broken. When my long sword was about to be drawn, the human skin actually wrapped the blade. That human skin flew with my sword, and could not fall down like mud.
Zhengyang frowned slightly, obviously angry. The so-called strong attack is worse than softness. Zhengyang took out the silk rope with his left hand and threw it on my sword like a vertical line winding a pillar, coiling it in circles. He tugged at the marlin, and I couldn't hold my sword, and I was completely pulled over. "This is an evil number!" Then he bit his middle finger and swiped the blood on the human skin. A black smoke appeared on the human skin, which was visible to the naked eye, like blue electric light lingering. The man's skin opened and squatted completely on the ground, suddenly bulging like a sail toward Zhengyang.
Zhengyang raised his left foot and made a "Golden Rooster Independent", drew out the pure Jun sword, and pointed the tip of the sword to the ground. In an instant, the sword slashed across the chest, as if holding seven or eight swords, provoking seventy or eighty sword flowers, and slashing across the human skin. Seeing the situation, the man couldn't avoid it, and turned to lunge at me. "Grandma, a bear, I'm all at Lao Tzu!" The man was about to pounce on the skin, and he heard the sound of the cloth tearing, rushing, and countless butterflies appeared in the air.
The human skin was chopped to pieces by Zhengyang for a while... Unexpectedly, there is such a sharp brother in the world!
"The foreigner can come in, there must be a passage here!"
Zhengyang and I looked around and found no other intersections. I patrolled up and down and returned to the Populus euphratica coffin. I noticed that the coffin and the coffin base were obviously inappropriate, which must have been placed later. Zhengyang and I looked at each other, and we went to move the tomb coffin together.
I scanned the coffin, and there was a sheepskin mattress on the bottom of the coffin. Except for a few broken jars and a few ordinary amber stone decorations, there were no objects at all. This kind of burial situation is extremely rare, and it is impossible to be the coffin originally buried by the tomb owner. Even if it is a coffin with a son and a mother, two identical coffins are used, and there are even real people buried in the fake coffin.
Zhengyang said: "Boy, why don't you want to build such a large tomb, why are you not willing to have a few burial objects? Is there any special reason?" I thought about the burials of the past, and there really is no such burial situation. In the Western Han Dynasty, a contradictory Yang Wangsun came out and asked to bury his naked body directly in the soil. This kind of "heresy" is only a small number for the time being, and it is simply a reversal of history.
I patted my brain and yelled, "The passage must be under the mattress!" I stretched out my hand to pull the leather mattress, underneath it were three or four wooden boards, I buckled one out, and a gap was revealed. When I pulled the board out completely, only a stone button at the bottom popped up. In an instant, I understood it and roared, "Zhengyang, be careful, you have touched the mechanism!"
My words were still unfinished, and the Yumen door closed with a bang. More than ten crossbow machines protruded from the tomb wall, and the flying crossbow was about to shoot. Zhengyang lifted the lid of the coffin and kicked it at me. I flew into the sarcophagus with a bang, and then Zhengyang threw the lid of the coffin. I got in while the lid of the coffin fell for a while. The moment the lid of the coffin fell, thousands of crossbows were all fired, and we could only hear the sound inside the coffin. Just as we were out of breath, we stretched out a hand from the bottom of the coffin and yanked us down.
With a loud bang, Zhengyang and I fell violently... But the hand was gone...
I looked around the main tomb. It was really not small. It was more than 200 square meters, and there were empty coffins in the middle. There were two coffins hanging in the middle, one big and the other small, like a husband and wife buried together. tomb. The whole ground was paved with 14 bronze coffins, with only one gap, which looked like a rearranged nine palaces.
When I got up, Zhengyang had already encircled the middle coffin and stared at it, his face changed constantly, and he even pinched the corner of his clothes. Zhengyang took out a Yang-style compass and looked at the copper coffin without paying attention. I stepped forward and saw that the compass did not move at all, as if the pointer was fixed when it encountered an extremely strong magnetic field.
"Blue... Bronze Coffin..."
In "Secrets of Maoshan", an illustration is specially drawn for the bronze coffin, and it is marked as an evil number, and Maoshan disciples are not allowed to use it. Master Zu used a cinnabar pen to criticize a forbidden word. Bronze coffins, generally speaking, only the corpse of the owner of the tomb will be buried with bronze coffins! In other words... I opened my eyes wide, and couldn't help taking a breath-damn it, buddy is too lucky, right? The first time I went to the tomb, I ran into a big zongzi
My face was pale, and I hurriedly asked, "Zhengyang, is this tomb room weird? The suffocation is so heavy that you can't even turn the compass?" The compass is a compass. Turn quickly. Once the position of the geomagnetic field is locked, the needle cannot be pulled even if you have nine cows.
Zhengyang didn't speak, staring at the compass in his hand, and then looked at me a little weirdly. After hesitating, he stretched his hand to the bronze coffin and slowly said: "The evil air hole is found. Right inside... this coffin!"
"You mean... the evil air is inside this coffin?"
I heard Zhengyang swallowing his saliva, and he gritted his teeth and said: "There is definitely a big dumpling in this bronze coffin town. We are afraid that we will die all the time..."
Damn it! so serious? I'm going to burp in the first time I pour a fight? I didn't believe that fate was so cruel. I continued to look around and saw a stainless steel dagger and a few backpacks on the floor of the tomb. Even if those things turned to ashes, I knew "This is Li Dazui's dagger, and Dong Tong's backpack, so they have been here?"
"Look again, there must be clues!"
Since the tomb is two hundred square meters in size, it is dark in the depths, and there seems to be something on the ground. Zhengyang and I approached and almost vomited. The lump of minced meat had hairs in it, and the black blood was sprinkled on the ground before it condensed into lump. According to this appearance, the fight took place half a day ago at most.
"Strange, where did Li Dazui and the others go? Even if they die, there will still be a corpse. Could the CD be eaten by that thing?" The thing pointed to the unknown creature in the coffin.
"Definitely all alive! I sensed the faint Yang Qi in the tomb room besides you and me!"
"You and they are still saved?"
"Long time, I'm afraid I'm going to die! In my opinion, I can only risk hacking this bronze coffin."
This kind of bronze coffin in the tomb of the Jiujue Fierce, it is difficult to guarantee what level of zombie is inside, such a thing as black and white zombie jumping corpse, it is good to say, if this thing is not much worse than the drought, then we will be disgusting for a while! If we turn the drought back into fierceness, then with our strength, it is estimated that it will be a life of nine deaths!
"Open the coffin. Before this time, I knew that this was the grave of the Jiujue Fierce. It would be inevitable! To get rid of this disaster is also my mission on this trip!"
Task, don’t they just help me? Also, there is no free lunch in the world. This may be just a favor. If you speculate maliciously, I'm afraid it will be one more free cannon fodder.
I thought to myself, "It's over, it's over. Even Zhengyang is so afraid of dragging people like this, so can I be spared?" But after thinking about it, he is not afraid, I am still afraid of a bird? So he nodded.
This is the end of the matter, and there is really no better way.
Zhengyang said, "Boy, when you open the coffin for a while, you will take out the celestial master's bronze seal and photograph it on the coffin. I stop that thing, and if it doesn't get up, it will be done. If the thing is dead, you will put the bronze seal on it. Poke it on the head!"
Zhengyang and I used swords to remove the copper coffin, gritted our teeth and removed the heavy lid, revealing a coffin inside. A cloud of white mist rose in front of him, and the cold air hit the door. I looked at the coffin carefully, and vaguely felt that the coffin was particularly familiar. After looking at it for a long time, I remembered that it had been recorded in "The Secrets of Maoshan"!
Scented coffin! ! This is something similar to gloomy wood, except that he was born in the land of ever-yin. After hundreds of years of growth, he is no more than the size of a bowl, and it can be made into this coffin, to say nothing, thousands of years. A coffin made of tassel wood is a tassel coffin, this kind of coffin is used to deter corpses that have changed!
Bronze coffin, coffin...
The things inside have to look like what the corpse looks like before I use this stuff to shock them!
"Does Zhengyang turn on or not? The thing pops out as soon as it turns on!"
"open it!"
The Chunjun Sword was completely inserted into the seam of the coffin, Zheng Yang picked it hard. Four or five three-foot-three-inch coffins splashed out and were inserted into the opposite stone wall. A gust of wind suddenly blew out of the gaps in the coffins. Then, the iron lamp "hula" I lit turned into a terrible green, glowing. Like a wildfire!
I was a little dumbfounded at this posture.
People light candles, ghosts blow lamps. The ghost blows the lamp, and the fire is extinguished. It is called the ghost blow the lamp. The fire suddenly rose up very anti-scientifically. This made me wonder what the hell was this
Before I got back to my senses, there was a thumping sound in the coffin, and a foul smell came out. Only a few loud sounds of "bang", the coffin lid trembled, and the coffin was finally nailed. A few nails rushed upwards, just as they were about to pop out, and the coffin lid moved more and more violently. My heart was about to jump to my throat, and the hand holding the bronze seal of the Heavenly Master couldn't help trembling, Zheng Yang was also obviously pale, and his brows were beating!
"No good, bad luck, that bird thing is about to jump!" (to be continued) (end of this chapter)