In the ancient tomb world, all the tombs, all the bones, and all the disciples died with him under the influence of the Heart Saint. There is no trace left, only the huge black and white skeleton of the underworld. The living pen of life and death and the innate corpse of the Arctic True Dragon who are still fighting.
What a map cannon weapon of mass destruction, Meng Qi thought with some heartache.
At this time, Mr. Lu Da took the lid of the coffin, closed the ancient bronze coffin where the remains of the Holy Heart lay, inspired the relief of the inscriptions on it, and lit three soul-soothing blue lamps, which were placed on the head, chest and The position of the soles of the feet prevents the Heart Saint from transforming into a corpse again.
Su Wuming's tall figure seemed to be impossible to touch. He held a long sword and attacked the Arctic True Dragon and the Innate Divine Corpse almost simultaneously, helping Master Yunhe, Shaolin Xuanbei and others end the battle as soon as possible.
Meng Qi did not mix it up, but looked at the Huangquan skeleton in front of him that gave people an extremely oppressive feeling. It was completely black, with bone wings on its back, and two horns on its head. There were a total of 1,296 bones in the whole body, all of which were flowing in subtle ways. The white light is like a ray of light in the dark night, a glimmer of life in death, but four of the bones are different from the others. There is a greenish color in the darkness, which has an unholy and evil feeling.
They are two left and right hand bones, a rib and a toe bone.
Four bones of the underworld are missing. The most important one is mine. The other three fell into the hands of the magician. Meng Qi, who evoked the memory fragments of the Netherworld Emperor, knew it very well and despised the high imitation of the Immortality Sect as too poor. , seems to be the original bones of the Nether Emperor himself.
After removing the bone of his left hand, Meng Qi held his breath, his mind was clear and his senses were concentrated nearby. Carefully, he stretched out the bones in his palm.
As soon as the hand bone came into contact with the nearby bones, it suddenly glowed brightly, and the blood was thick and yellow, instantly surrounding it, and there was a feeling of scorching heat and destruction or a cold and evil feeling. Meng Qi was suddenly bounced away.
The hand bones returned to their positions, and streaks of blood-yellow light flashed on the huge bones, flowing to every position, making Meng Qi couldn't help but feel dizzy. The memories of the past, the marks of reincarnation in previous lives. It seems to be blurry.
The blood-yellow light around the Huangquan skeleton flows and circulates like real energy and blood, exuding a sense of omnipresence. The void nearby cracks, and a long blood-yellow river flowing quietly can be vaguely seen, filled with countless ghosts and ghosts. Float and sink. His eyes are empty and he will never be reincarnated.
At this moment, the expression of the magician Han Guang who was watching from the top of the mountain outside changed slightly, and waves of blood-yellow marrow light gushed out from the mustard seed ring in his hand, shaking the ground and brightening the sky.
Meng Qi felt something in his heart and turned around suddenly, using the connection between Huang Quan's bones and the remaining bones to see Han Guang.
Sure enough, the magician came. Meng Qi initially thought about the oriole. It was just a precaution, not afraid of ten thousand but afraid of the eventuality, but from the memory of the Emperor Netherworld, he knew that the three bones of the underworld fell into the hands of the magician. I guessed that he would probably wait and see what happens, waiting for opportunities.
Han Guang's eyes met Meng Qi's, and he felt the skeleton of Huangquan calling the items in his mustard ring, and then saw an invisible sword light suddenly emerge, stabbing from the top of his head, and saw Mr. Lu Da turning his head to look. .
Sure enough, He Qi was in the dark and Han Guang narrowed his eyes slightly. The five fingers of his drooping right hand were grasped one by one, and a faint ripple appeared in the surrounding void. Let the invisible sword light slow down, at the same time. Three pitch-black bones flew out of the mustard seed ring and threw them towards the ancient tomb world.
If they are caught by the bones of Huangquan and unable to escape, they will suffer heavy losses.
The blood-yellow light on the mustard ring disappeared. Before He Qi struck, and before Mr. Lu Da swung his sword, Han Guang stepped back, his figure blurred, his big sleeves fluttering, as if he had stepped into the long river of time. Disappear.
The three bones flew into the ancient tomb world and threw themselves at the Huangquan skeleton. They returned to their respective places. The original bones turned into debris as soon as they were detached, as if all the vitality had been absorbed by the skeleton.
Seeing this, Meng Qi let out a laugh: You have to pay a price for watching.
Creaking and creaking, Huang Quan's finally complete skeleton shook all over, and white bone spurs containing pitch black popped out from the joints. Each bone spur extended into the void, seeming to be connected to the many universes. Then, huge, ancient, majestic and sacred, The evil feeling rushed out in an all-encompassing manner, making Meng Qi who was nearby couldn't help but shudder, even with the protection of the Lingbao Fire Sword.
The bones of Huangquan seem to be everywhere at this time, like the rules of heaven and earth, like deep and subtle, like constantly splitting, like immortal and indestructible, the breath of legend is coming towards you.
boom
In the Nine Netherworld, the blood-yellow river runs through every layer and every secret world, flowing quietly, unchanged forever, sinking everything that falls into it. Suddenly, the water of the underworld boils, setting off a huge wave hundreds of feet high. , like a crazy blood-yellow dragon.
The ghostly creature inside, which could never be reincarnated, looked up at the sky and let out a shrill cry, which shocked everywhere along the river:
My Lord is about to return
In a certain universe, an ancient city made of blue-gray stone stood on the wasteland, attracting many monks to explore.
It is said that this place was once the ghost capital of Emperor Yama, who was in charge of the death of every living being. Later, for some unknown reason, Emperor Yama suddenly disappeared, and the place gradually became dilapidated. The ghost king judge was no longer seen, and millions of Yin soldiers were no longer seen, leaving only Lots of secrets and treasures to be found.
At this time, several monks landed in front of the gate of Ghost Capital City and were about to enter. Suddenly they felt the earth shaking violently. The blue-gray stone wall shook with a cloud of gray. The huge locust tree directly opposite the city gate was windless. It ignites spontaneously, like a giant scented candle.
Numerous cracks 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:
His Majesty is about to return to his throne
Dark clouds gathered, covering the day.
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 entire pyramid collapsed. The priests inside were not injured. Just covered in rotten 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 its 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
In a quiet and lifeless secret world. There were two men standing in 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 filling the void. At the same time, he knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on his chest, and said as if chanting:
Pluto is about to wake up.
After Huang Quan's skeleton was complete, the aura surged briefly. Meng Qi seemed frozen, and his soul could hardly think. When he came back to his senses, the huge black skeleton was at peace. A faint blood-yellow light flows, indicating that the master has been dead for a long time.
Meng Qi had Mr. Lu Da beside him, and his sword was sheathed. He concentrated on looking at Huangquan's skeleton, 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 prevent the Nether Emperor from escaping with the help of arrangements.
The skeletons of Huangquan stand in front of you. Meng Qi just glanced at it and felt a very strange feeling. The whole body is cold, as if it is high above. Extraordinary people can touch it, but once they touch it, there will be disaster. It is completely different from the single hand bones and incomplete remains of the past.
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. They were piled up one foot wide and one person high, and all kinds of rays of light competed with each other, 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 Impermanence Sect has such a profound foundation, Sect Master Guang only 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 tomb 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 devoured by the remains of the Heart Saint as sacrifices.
Thanks to all the seniors for your help, the Impermanence of Life and Death Sect has been destroyed, and one of the nine demons has been eliminated. Meng Qi rallied around, expressed his sincere gratitude, and then said straightforwardly, "We have gained a lot now, and I would like to ask you to make your selection first."
Although he relied on his own face and favor to recruit so many powerful helpers, Meng Qi did not want the friendship to be broken off. The only way to maintain a long-term relationship is to keep coming and 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: "I am enough for one person with one sword, and there is nothing fake about it. 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%.
If it’s not enough, the seniors have to take 50% no matter what. Meng Qi shook his head like a rattle. This is the most worthless part for the main force.
Mr. Lu Da's expression was calm: "Then let's take 40%. If I want to test the sword with Huang Quan's bones in the future, you can't shirk the blame."
The implication is that the Huangquan skeleton belongs to Meng Qi.
The younger generation is extremely happy. Meng Qi said with a smile.
Mr. Lu Da looked at the bronze coffin where the saint's remains were, and pondered for a moment: The remains of the sages cannot be desecrated, so why not choose a good place to bury him again.
The rest of the place is afraid of being robbed again, so it is better to bury him near Huamei Villa, with the owner of the village guarding him, so that the Holy Spirit will not be disturbed, and it will also allow people from Changle Academy to come and worship openly. Master Yunhe suggested that he was no stranger to Heart Sage. Not only did he have the medieval history brought by Mo Palace, but he also took the time to fully understand the current situation of the main world.
Meng Qi and the others did not object, because if they were to guard the remains of the Heart Saint, they would be seeking death if they encountered a corpse transformation. However, Su Wuming could be everywhere, and when they needed to join forces to suppress it, his journey from Xijian Pavilion to Thrushcross Grange was comparable to Thrushcross Grange. It’s much faster to get to Xijiang Pavilion.
After the discussion was completed, Mr. Lu Da took 40% of the Netherworld Emperor's treasure. Next, Su Wuming said calmly: "I want 40% too."
He was not interested in corpses.
No one had any objections. It was Master Yunhe's turn. He looked around with bright eyes. It seemed that everyone was reluctant to part with them. He spent a lot of effort to say: The old Taoist wants this real dragon corpse.
This can make a lot of good things
Without waiting for him to say anything else, Meng Qi immediately agreed and blocked his last words. Then he looked at Xuan Bei and said, Master, this innate divine corpse is equivalent to the pseudo-underworld evil god. It always has the power of life and death, and can help Moko subdue him. The devil's fist is all-encompassing, and he is full of viciousness and obsession, and he needs Buddhism to resolve and transcend.
Xuanbei knew his disciple's thoughts, and Amitabha said: "This is very good."
After the Shaolin monks put away the sealed innate divine corpse, He Qi looked around gratefully, because he knew that Mr. Lu Su Wuming, Xuan Bei and other monks had given way to him.
Donghai Jianzhuang has a relatively shallow background, and He Qi's lineage cultivates invisible and formless sword energy. Apart from the sword talisman transformed by the Dharmakaya and the sword array that protects the village, there are no magic weapons. The closest thing to a magic weapon is the sword Gu talisman. Ling, because of this, they have been leaning towards Donghai. At this time, Mr. Lu Su Wuming, Xuan Bei and others did not choose the pen of life and death, 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 backhand and defensive, and they all have their own roles.
Jiang Zhiwei glanced at him, and put away the remaining 20% of the items with a clear mind. Anyway, everyone can use whatever can be used, and good deeds can also be borrowed and borrowed.
After scattering other harvests, Meng Qi turned to look at the huge skeleton of Huangquan. It was dark and white, and the evil was dotted with the sacred.
The remains of the legendary almighty are the main materials that can be used to refine peerless magic weapons.
After collecting the bones, the group left the ancient tomb world, and this place was truly dead.
: Corrected a clerical error in the previous chapter. Chapter 369: The two swords combined are the human immortal Su Wuming, not the earthly immortal.