Seeing the realm of life and death, Meng Qi quickly took out the black fur. The strange symbols and patterns on it had been connected into an incomplete map under the annotations of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation. Many places and routes were incomplete, and there were only two roads. It is still relatively complete and all leads to the core of the mausoleum.
At the very beginning of the map, the content written in ancient characters is:
The realm of life and death.
Neither Jiang Zhiwei nor Ruan Yushu recognized the strange symbols and patterns before, but the ancient characters that had been transformed into annotations by the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation were barely recognized by the two of them. As for Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan, their eyes were completely blank. It felt like illiterate Meng Qi had no place to learn ancient writing before, but after joining the Six Sects, he had no time to learn.
Next to the four seal characters in the realm of life and death, there is a sentence written in small characters: Those who pass will die, and those who emerge will live.
Will you die if you cross the bridge? After listening to Jiang Zhiwei's explanation, Meng Qi was a little confused. But the bridge, how to enter the mausoleum, how to find the secret of the Zhenwu Xinwu Tomb, and start the next step of the mission.
Moreover, the routes indicated on the map are all behind the realm of life and death.
It means something else. Ruan Yushu hugged Qifengqin and said calmly.
Jiang Zhi smiled: Now that we are all here, we can't stop in front of the door. Anyway, you are always ready to use the green lantern in front of the Buddha. If something goes wrong, we will directly interrupt and return, but we will see what it means to die for those who pass by.
This is really a typical Jiang Zhiwei character. Meng Qi sneered, feeling that this was the only way to go.
Qi Zhengyan remained silent and looked at the front and back of the iron lock. It was hazy and dim there. Even if everyone had their eyes open, they couldn't see clearly. It seemed like it was blocked by fog, or there was a permanent separation between yin and yang.
Half of Meng Qi's energy was focused on the green lantern on his chest. He carried Tianzhizhi and walked past the boundary marker first and stepped onto the chain bridge.
The long sword jumps with lightning. The endless circle around him made Meng Qizhen look a bit like the God of Thunder.
Jiang Zhiwei walked side by side with him, Ruan Yushu was half a step behind, and Qi Zhengyan was responsible for breaking up. Although the four people in the group did not speak, they had a tacit understanding and a clear division of labor.
Squeaky. The chain bridge was rickety, among other things. It was nothing special, neither ghosts or ghosts appeared, nor did it collapse directly.
Meng Qi found it strange. Could it be that those who passed the test died and those who passed the test lived? It was a lie.
Suddenly, he found that his body temperature was slowly but surely dropping, his heartbeat was involuntarily slowing down, his blood flow seemed to be sticky, and his Yang energy was shrinking inwards. It seems to be condensing into seeds.
Even with this wonderful change, Meng Qi's physical strength and flexibility in the movement of Qi has not decreased at all. His mind is still clear, his soul is clear, his spiritual sense has not sensed any danger, and the green lamp in front of the Buddha is burning slowly without any abnormality.
He spreads his spirit. Immediately, they noticed that Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan's heartbeats had slowed down, and there was a gloomy look on their bodies, as if the dead were better than the living.
Did you feel it? Meng Qi asked. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was startled. His voice sounded sinister. As if floating out of the Nine Netherworld.
Jiang Zhiwei nodded habitually, looked at Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan and said: Same, but I didn't feel any damage to my body. Could it be that the death of the deceased refers to the suspended animation of the physical body
Many great people seek ways to survive after death. Ruan Yushu suddenly spoke, her voice, which was already cold, became even more sinister.
Through this transition between life and death, Jiang Zhiwei also read similar information to conceal the secret.
Meng Qi said thoughtfully: It seems that Emperor Zhenwu once prepared it for him.
The chain bridge is not long. The four of them walked past quickly, and as soon as they stepped onto the dirt on the opposite side, Meng Qi felt that his last weak heartbeat had completely stopped, his blood no longer flowed, and his body temperature disappeared. He was no different from a dead person, but his true energy was flowing in the same way. It was connected to the external Qi in a way that Meng Qi couldn't understand, supporting the body in place of blood.
After carefully sensing it, Meng Qi discovered that his Yang energy had not really disappeared, but had completely shrunk to the center of his eyebrows, condensing into a seed as small as a mustard seed. It expanded and contracted rhythmically to keep his body from decaying.
Meng Qi's heart moved, and he tried to understand the mystery of this change. It must have endless magical effects.
If we were seen by others, they would probably think that we were the products of corpse transformation. He relied on the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques to note the changes in every detail of his body, and then moved his limbs without feeling any loss of strength.
As he spoke, he turned to look at Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan, and smiled inexplicably.
Why are you laughing? Jiang Zhiwei asked doubtfully.
After looking at her gloomy and pale face, and then at Ruan Yushu, who had long hair hanging down and was wearing cool white clothes, Meng Qi couldn't help laughing: It's nothing, nothing.
This is like playing a Chinese ghost story.
To prevent them from asking questions, Meng Qi took out the black fur again and considered which way to choose. One was the far left, the other was the far right, both winding and winding, passing various tombs.
Choose the left side. The right side is marked with dangerous areas and there are more places that need to be detoured. Meng Qi decided the route based on simple principles.
Jiang Zhiwei and others had no objection. Anyway, if something went wrong, they would interrupt and return.
Stepping into a land filled with mist, a sinister wind blew up, as if it penetrated into the body and wiped out any vitality. Meng Qi's true energy circulated, blocking them and heading to the far left.
After walking for a while, he saw a large door with various tomb-suppressing beasts painted on it. However, it was not closed, but ajar.
Could it be that someone came in before? Meng Qi frowned in confusion.
Qi Zhengyan pointed to a secret place by the door: there were footprints.
Looking closely, there are pairs of shallow footprints on the edge covered by the gloomy fog. It seems that more than one person has come.
Meng Qi held Tian Zhisheng's right hand tightly: Maybe the variables inside are greater than we imagined, so we must be careful.
When Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu nodded, he opened the door first. In front of him was a long corridor with green bricks on the ground and lifelike murals on the walls, all of which described a strong man suppressing various evil spirits and heretics. .
This strong man sometimes wears a black robe, a Pingtian emperor's crown, and holds a turtle-snake sword. Sometimes he wears a water suit, a silk sash, and hemp shoes. He has a pale face, looks middle-aged, and is majestic.
Emperor Zhenwu. Ruan Yu's writing is concise and concise.
In today's world, the image of Emperor Zhenwu is attached to various myths and legends, which is quite different from this.
Meng Qi looked at the mural and sighed: He is worthy of being the founder of Jiutian Demon.
The four of them slowed down. I tried to find clues from the murals and found that most of the contents were related to suppressing the Nine Nether Demons and ghosts, while the rest were about subduing demons and eliminating evil.
In ancient times, Jiuyou was truly a nuisance to the world. Jiang Zhi sighed slightly.
At the end of the corridor is a tomb chamber, which is very spacious, as big as a courtyard, but it is empty inside. There is only one dark coffin placed in the center.
The lid of this coffin was turned over on its side, as if the dead person inside had crawled out.
Meng Qi's scalp was slightly numb. The silver-white electric snake of Tianzhizhi jumped more intensely.
There is Ganoderma there. Qi Zhengyan was the first to discover that a fist-sized Ganoderma lucidum grew stubbornly between the coffin and the ground. It was different from others. It had a layer of grayish-white appearance, and there was a trace of Yin Qi rising up. The mountains are surrounded by fog.
Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a while and said: It is suspected to be Diquan Ganoderma, but it is a little different. It may be highly poisonous and is at least a hundred years old.
Regardless of whether it is highly toxic or not. Anyway, they are all in exchange for good deeds, so what are they afraid of? Meng Qi thought very openly, carefully approached the coffin, Ziwu took out the sheath, picked it up gently, and the Diquan Ganoderma fell into Ruan Yushu's hands.
At this time, he saw six ancient seal characters engraved on the bottom of the coffin.
Jiang Zhiwei walked side by side with him. Immediately discern and say:
Got this fate, come back here
An inexplicable chill arose in everyone's hearts. Is this a curse or a prophecy
Suddenly, a gray hand stretched out from the soil beside the coffin and grabbed Meng Qi's ankle.
The five fingers of the palm form a mysterious seal. Between movement and stillness, there are endless changes.
With this grab, the entire tomb suddenly burst into flames of dark green fire. They spread silently and gathered around the gray palm, blocking Meng Qi's dodge route.
Meng Qi had just experienced the events of the Impermanence of Life and Death Sect, and was very wary of anything popping up under the ground. Therefore, he was not caught off guard. He kicked hard, jumped into the air, turned over, and slashed with the long knife.
Ruan Yushu played the piano with his right hand, and the clear sound echoed in the tomb chamber, like drums at dusk and bells in the morning, like the sound of sutras and Buddha's chants. The Yin Qi dispersed, and a shrill groan came from the ground.
A figure emerged, holding his palm upward, trying to contend with Tian Zhizhi.
At this time, Qi Zhengyan wielded the frozen dragon-patterned red gold sword, and a cold light flashed through, freezing the figure's feet to the ground. The ice was crystal clear, reflecting the colors, and quickly melted under the burning of the green fire. .
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Zhiwei's White Rainbow Sun-piercing Sword was thrust out at the right time, pointed directly at the center of the eyebrow, sweeping away the remaining souls, the sword's light was condensed, and the intent to kill was fierce.
The feet of the attacker were frozen for a moment, and his figure slowed down. Meng Qi finally saw his appearance clearly. He had gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a weak breath. He seemed to be alive and dead, making him feel inexplicably familiar.
The attacker roared angrily and swung out his left fist. Dark flames emerged from the shoulder and burned all the way to the fist. The flames jumped and burned silently, blocking Jiang Zhiwei's sword.
Jiang Zhiwei's Yama Luo Tie originally won with speed and momentum, but the opponent was close to a dead man and was not affected by his spirit. His moves seemed to be made randomly without thinking, and he actually blocked him.
At the same time, Meng Qitian's wound was struck, and the sword's power was like a tide, rolling forward in an endless stream.
The tides were all transformed by lightning, and were dazzling silver. The attacker's right hand turned into a fist and hit the blade directly. He was not afraid of the thunder.
There were two clear sounds of bang almost at the same time, and Jiang Zhiwei's long sword and Meng Qi's Heavenly Wound were both blocked.
The electric snake suddenly surged and enveloped the attacker, causing every trace of black energy in his body to evaporate, and he let out a shrill howl.
boom
The condensed flames exploded and spread around. Jiang Zhiwei didn't want to get involved in the evil fire, so she had to take a step back, adjust her body energy, and wave her sword to defend.
Meng Qi relied on the strength of the sword and fist fight to rise into the air again and avoid the Yin Fire. Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan stood far away and were not affected.
The Yin Fire is extinguished, the attacker disappears, and only holes are left on the ground.
Meng Qiluo stood firm and frowned, even though he was restrained by Tianlei, but he was not afraid to attack.
Suddenly, something moved in his mind, and he remembered where the inexplicable familiarity just now came from.
The people who attacked were similar to the feelings Ningzhou Hero gave him. They were both living dead, seemingly born from the same source. If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.