It seemed that he was also a living dead just now, similar to Ningzhou Hero.
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Meng Qi thought of it and said it.
He had told everything about Yangxia Maoling before.
Jiang Zhiwei subconsciously asked, could it be that the living dead of the Impermanence of Life and Death Sect were derived from this ancient method of concealing the secrets of heaven
Although Xijian Pavilion is not a Taoist sect, it has inherited one of the Seven Swords of Jie Tian, including the Taishang Sword Sutra, and has a close relationship with the Taoist sect. Therefore, Jiang Zhiwei did not directly say whether the Life and Death Wuchang Sect is one of the Taoist traditions of Emperor Zhenwu. Besides, this It is true that only Emperor Zhenwu may not understand this method of concealing the secrets of heaven.
Seeing her and Ruan Yushu's slightly questioning looks, Meng Qi nodded: I'm not sure yet. When we meet again later, I'll try the method of changing the sky and striking the earth.
We will protect you. Jiang Zhiwei said confidently.
Because he is not sure whether he is a living dead, Meng Qi's method of changing the sky and striking the earth may not be effective. If he were alone, he would not take the risk unless he was really desperate or had another way to escape. But now with Jiang Zhiwei, Qi Zhengyan and Ruan Yushu, even if Even if you fail and suffer backlash, you won’t fall into despair.
Qi Zhengyan sighed slightly: I didn't expect that the magic of changing the sky and striking the earth was so miraculous and could awaken deep memories.
Who would have thought that a spiritual magic that just happens to be on the outside has such incredible uses
Even if it has little other effect, that alone is worth the good work required.
Hearing this, Meng Qi smiled and said: Senior Brother Qi, do you want to give it a try? After awakening the deep memory, you discovered that you are really my cousin, and you can also awaken the incomplete memory of previous reincarnations. Maybe you were still my cousin in the previous life. Really not give it a try
Qi Zhengyan's face twitched, he turned his head and looked away, his hand holding the dragon-marked red gold sword tighter and tighter.
Ruan Yushu observed the surroundings coldly, as if casually: Aren't you always worried about Ananda? After you practice it, you can try it on yourself.
He couldn't awaken the incomplete memory of his previous reincarnation, so he could only look for the destined person, entangled many reincarnated people, and awakened his memory fragments. Inspire yourself and go through reincarnation again. Meng Qi looked shocked. This kind of person is rare.
Jiang Zhiwei, who was thinking beside him, suddenly said: There is something wrong. The living dead just now had a unique feeling of interior and exterior scenes. He was considered a strong man at the level of exterior scenes, but his performance was not as good as half a step of exterior scenes, and he had no pressure. It has no power and can only cause the spread of yin fire. Different from Ningzhou heroes.
Yes, his body also decayed. Meng Qi immediately recalled this and became increasingly uncertain about his judgment.
At this time, Jiang Zhiwei found something left in the hole on the ground. He picked it up with his sword. It was a jade pendant with an inscription.
It is infected by Yin energy and is mottled gray.
It's been quite a while. The Ruan family was founded on Qin Dao, and its humanities flourished, so Ruan Yushu was very good at identifying jade pendants.
The text on the jade pendant is similar to the current one in the main world. Although Meng Qi felt confused, he still read it out:
The hometown of Sun, Huanggang.
Thinking of such a domineering name as Huanggang, Meng Qi couldn't help but curse.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing where the land of the sun was or Huanggang, so they had no choice but to put away the jade pendant and look elsewhere.
There are also small words in the coffin. After a while. Qi Zhengyan found the clue.
Meng Qi and others gathered around and found that there were words on both sides of the inner wall of the coffin. The right side of the coffin was originally full of small seals, but they were all erased and they could only barely identify a few:
Rizhenjie Ruan Yushu read out in a low voice.
Jiang Zhiwei thought for a moment: Think of it as an exercise.
Meng Qi turned his head and looked to the other side, where there was a twisted and ugly line of words. Similar to the text on the jade pendant:
There's a ghost here, don't take anything
Every word was crooked, as if someone with unruly hands had used all his strength to write, which made Meng Qi feel chilly in his heart.
Judging from the text, it should have been written by the living dead just now. It would be so weird and terrifying to make a strong person who communicates with the world and the outside world so scared that he said there is a ghost.
It was carved with fingernails. Lying in a coffin carved. Jiang Zhiwei observed carefully for a while and made a judgment.
Ruan Yushu went one step further: Each word is different, and the traces left on the coffin also have varying degrees of decay. It must have taken more than a hundred years, and a stroke was carved every few years to form a sentence.
More than a hundred years later, a picture immediately emerged in Meng Qi's mind. A living dead person imprisoned by evil spirits, lying quietly in a coffin. Every ten years, or more, he briefly regained consciousness or body memory. Relying on instinct or persistence, he used his nails to carve words on the inner wall.
The recovery time is very short each time, and only one word or a few strokes can be engraved. As time goes by, a warning is finally left for future generations.
Just thinking about such a scene makes Meng Qi and others shudder.
Diquan Ganoderma. Ruan Yushu looked at the mustard seed ring, and his cold voice seemed deep and drifting under the change of Yin Qi.
Meng Qi snorted: Don't be afraid. Anyway, it will be exchanged for the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation. If the evil ghost has the ability, he will be dragged into the mausoleum.
Besides, I still have the scars of the green lantern in front of the Buddha and the sky, so evil spirits cannot invade.
Everyone has rich experience and has even entered Lingshan Mountain. How can they be easily frightened by evil spirits? Everyone nodded when they heard this.
Suddenly, Meng Qi patted the back of his right hand with his left hand: I know why the living dead just now clearly has the realm of exterior scenes, but can't even show half of the strength of exterior scenes.
Without waiting for Jiang Zhiwei and others to speak, he thought to himself: He is a living dead, not a zombie. The longer time passes, the more powerful he becomes. His body is slowly decaying and developing into a real dead person.
After hundreds of years, it can still reach its current level. It was probably extremely powerful at the time.
Yes, Ningzhou Hero passed away only about ten years ago. Jiang Zhiwei agreed.
After discussing for a while, the four of them continued moving forward, maintaining the same formation.
After passing through this tomb, there is another corridor. There are no murals on both sides, and they are pale.
It became darker and darker as he walked, and the light that had come from nowhere completely disappeared. The darkness in Meng Qi's eyes was so deep that he could only rely on the magic of opening his eyes to find the way.
Qi Zhengyan took out the fire stick and lit it, and then the light appeared. A gust of wind came out of thin air and blew it out.
Several times in a row, Meng Qi and others tried several methods, but no matter how they blocked or blocked the fire, the fire would go out. In the end, it would not even burn.
Be careful. Meng Qi said in a deep voice, and the lightning from Heaven's Wound wrapped around him, illuminating the way forward.
Thunder snakes rise and fall one after another, and the front is suddenly bright and dark, making it even more eerie.
There is a large tomb in front. Meng Qi recalled what was on the map.
As soon as he finished speaking, under the silvery white light, the end of the corridor appeared in front of him. It was a closed stone door with ancient seal script written on it.
Under the Nine Springs. Jiang Zhiwei read, the White Rainbow Sun Sword in her hand not trembling at all.
Ruan Yushu pursed her lips. As a little girl, she was still a little scared deep down.
Meng Qitian was injured across his chest, and he pushed open the stone door with the sword in its sheath with his left hand.
A heavy and sharp sound sounded, and a faint silvery light shone from the tomb chamber.
Through the half-open stone door, Meng Qi saw a majestic tomb. It was like a palace. The dome above was not a stone, but a curtain of water, with endless gurgling sounds flowing out of thin air.
There is a strange jade tablet in the center of the palace, shining like moonlight, reflecting the water curtain above, making the entire tomb like a dream.
The jade stele is engraved with small characters, only a few characters are slightly larger, like titles.
The true secret of Taiyin Dangmo. Jiang Zhiwei, who was side by side with Meng Qi, also saw the jade stele and read out the larger row of ancient seal characters.
The name sounds like one of the techniques left behind by Emperor Zhenwu. Meng Qi thought of the title of Emperor Zhenwu's Jiutian Demon Patriarch from the word "Dang Mo".
Although it is definitely not the best part, given the status of Emperor Zhenwu, no matter how bad the skills left behind are, there are still exterior scenes.
Ruan Yushu said calmly: I haven't seen any records.
Perhaps it has been lost in ancient times. Qi Zhengyan guessed.
Called it a guess, Meng Qi felt that there was certainty in his words.
The four of them stepped into the tomb and walked directly to the jade tablet engraved with the true secret of Taiyin Dang Demon.
The moonlight is rippling, and the entire tomb is like a moon palace.
Behind Meng Qi and the others, a ray of moonlight twisted and suddenly transformed into a human form, with hair disheveled, hands turned into claws, and pounced on Qi Zhengyan, who was the last person.
The visitor's hands were pale and the nails were extremely long, which condensed the moonlight and brought severe cold.
In front of the two claws, ice condensed, the storm howled, and the snow flakes not only interfered with the sight, but also seemed to freeze the soul and cut the body.
When the moonlight figure jumped out, the green light in front of the Buddha on Meng Qi's chest swayed, and then he turned around and struck out with a knife.
The knife was like lightning, swift and unparalleled. When I saw it just now, it had already struck between the two claws.
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Thunder broke out and shattered the ice. Qi Zhengyan's long sword resembled a dragon, carrying the deep cold that was frozen in the place, and pierced the visitor's forehead.
Jiang Zhiwei took a step forward and guarded Ruan Yushu first, using her long sword to stir up the warm wind to resist the severe cold.
Ruan Yushu popped up the Mantra for the Liberation of the Past Life, and the sound reached my ears, like the sound of Zen or the chanting of Taoism.
The moonlight figure looks both alive and dead, and is also a living dead. There are rotten spots on the neck, and the strength it exerts is slightly equal to half a step outside.
Hearing the sound of the piano, he suddenly paused as he was about to merge into the moonlight and launch a surprise attack.
Seizing the opportunity, Meng Qi's temperament changed, taking on the strange charm of a god and a demon, blending with the world and looking down at reincarnation.
A deep and waveless sea appeared, with golden light hidden deep, like collected sunlight, surrounded by black mist, covering and binding everything.
Meng Qi tried his best to awaken the memory fragments.
The waves undulated, and the golden light jumped, trying to break away from the black mist.
Suddenly, the black mist subsided and turned into a human figure, wearing a black robe and a crown of peace, with a pale face and deep eyes, looking sideways at Meng Qi.
Just this glance, Meng Qi's head felt like being struck by lightning, the pain was excruciating, he screamed, his nosebleed spurted out, his ears were buzzing, and he could no longer sense the ocean of his soul.
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