Volume 3 Nine Pattern Golden Pill Chapter 22: Yin and Yang Tombs (Part 1)
"Zhao Jie, Zhao Jie!" Seeing this strange scene, some people who were familiar with the black-robed monk felt their hair stand on end, and they hurriedly called out the name of the monk who fell into the giant black iron coffin, but they got no response.
A living person was actually swallowed up by a coffin.
Li Zun's eyes were gloomy as he stared at the huge black iron coffin that had been restored to its original state.
It was not completely unchanged, because just after Zhao Jie fell into the giant coffin, a small part of the strange gray patterns on the surface of the coffin began to flash a blood-red luster, as if they had come alive.
He seemed to have thought of something, but he was not sure and needed to verify it again.
So he pointed out another monk from the underworld - the purple-robed monk who had just called Zhao Jie's name, "You, go and explore this coffin again!"
The purple-robed monk did not expect such a disaster to come out of nowhere, and said in fear: "Palace Master, I..."
"Hmm?" Li Zun snorted coldly, his eyes cutting across the purple-robed monk's face like a knife.
Under Li Zun's fierce gaze, the purple-robed monk looked as pale as death.
As cultivators from the underworld, they have all had the Heart Demon Gu implanted in their souls, and Li Zun holds the mother Heart Demon Gu. With the mother Gu, as long as they dare to attack Li Zun, Li Zun can easily counterattack them by relying on the mother Gu's suppressing power over the child Gu.
Therefore, even if Li Zun had shattered his Nascent Soul and his cultivation level had greatly decreased, they would still be unable to resist him.
Under the coercion of Li Zun, the purple-robed monk could only walk slowly into the ancient temple and walk to the side of the huge black iron coffin with trembling legs.
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Lu Qingshan and the other three concealed their presence from a distance and watched this scene.
To be honest, the means by which the four of them concealed their auras were not sophisticated, and could even be said to be very crude.
However, because the attention of the monks in the underworld was all focused on the giant coffin in the ancient temple at this time, no one had noticed the arrival of Lu Qingshan and his three companions until now.
"The condition of these underworld monks is not right!" Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes and said softly: "No matter their complexion or condition, they are very bad."
Tan Tai Qing Run observed it carefully and nodded, "Indeed."
Generally speaking, using explosive secret techniques will not only damage one's foundation, but will also bring about powerful side effects.
After the powerful force gained from the explosion subsides, the monk will fall into a state of extreme weakness for a long time.
These monks from the underworld had previously used the secret technique of explosion in order to quickly break the restrictions of the Demon Spirit Tomb, so now they are all in an extremely weak state, with only one-tenth or one-twelfth of their peak strength.
"Taking advantage of this opportunity, perhaps we will have a chance to wipe out these monks from the underworld." Lu Qingshan said the earth-shattering words lightly, murderous aura bursting out.
There were flashes of scarlet light in his dark eyes.
Normally, he doesn't have such a strong killing intent.
"Lu Qingshan, the heartbeat and calling sounds are becoming more and more obvious." The King of Western Rat stood on Lu Qingshan's shoulder, suddenly grabbed Lu Qingshan's hanging hair, and said nervously.
"Does the sound come from that huge black iron coffin?" Lu Qingshan asked again.
The inexplicable calling and heartbeat that the King of the West Rat heard remains a mystery and has no answer.
The King of the Western Rat nodded, then shook his little head violently, and quickly explained: "The heartbeat did come from the coffin, but the calling sound came from there!"
The King of Rat from the West stretched out his little paw and pointed to the naturally formed underground pool in the center of the square.
"Hmm?" Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes and pondered in his mind.
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On the other side, under the pressure of Li Zun, the purple-robed monk from the underworld had gotten very close to the giant black iron coffin.
The huge black iron coffin did not make any unusual noises at this time.
"Break open this coffin." Li Zun's voice sounded like the cry of a night owl, making the purple-robed monk feel an icy chill.
Under Li Zun's pressure, the purple-robed monk did not dare to delay.
A green wooden ruler appeared in his hand, which was his magic weapon.
The purple-robed monk held a wooden ruler with a green haze swirling around it in his hand. He swung the ruler fiercely and struck the giant coffin, trying to break the outer shell of the coffin.
clang!
A blood-red divine light burst out from the surface of the coffin, instantly knocking the purple-robed monk's green wooden ruler magic weapon away.
At the same time, a bloody smell rushed towards him, causing the purple-robed monk to lose consciousness for a moment.
At this moment, with a creaking sound, the huge black iron coffin moved again to create a tiny gap like the huge mouth of a ferocious beast. The purple-robed monk shook his body unconsciously and fell into the huge coffin.
The coffin lid slowly closed under the terrified gazes of everyone.
Everything returned to calm again. The only change was that the gray pattern on the surface of the giant black iron coffin lit up again.
About 10% of the patterns are already gleaming.
Li Zun's expression became more and more ferocious. He had verified his guess.
He tapped his fingers lightly and quickly pointed out a dozen monks from the underworld.
"All of you enter the ancient temple and work together to open the coffin lid!" Li Zun's tone was cold, revealing that there was no room for doubt.
The faces of the monks in the underworld who were called out showed expressions of despair. One of them shook his head repeatedly and said in a trembling voice: "Palace Master, this is courting death..."
And his steps were unconsciously moving backwards.
Li Zun sneered, his mind moved slightly, and a beam of black light shot into the cultivator's brow at such a fast speed that he had no way to react or dodge.
The next moment, the monk held his head, screamed, and collapsed to the ground. He twitched continuously and screamed like a devil, "Ah...ah...Palace Master, please spare me, please spare me...I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Li Zun was unmoved, but watched him coldly as he rolled and twisted on the ground like a stink bug.
After thirty breaths, Li Zun stopped torturing the monk from the underworld.
After his infant was shattered, his cultivation was no longer sufficient to suppress all the cultivators present. He used this opportunity to intimidate the cultivators in the underworld and let them know that as long as the evil spirit in their hearts had not been removed, they would always be under his control.
"This coffin won't necessarily kill you, but I can make your life worse than death." Li Zun glanced at everyone and said coldly.
For a moment, all the monks in the underworld were silent and dared not say anything more.
I would rather die than have my friend die. Anyway, you are not asking me to die.
Most of the monks in the underworld thought so in their hearts.
The underworld monk who was used as an example struggled to get up. His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. His face was pale and he begged for mercy weakly, "It was my fault."
Li Zun showed no mercy, pointed at the coffin in the ancient temple, and said sternly : "Hurry up!"
With the lessons learned from the previous experience, even though they knew that this was a way to die, the underworld cultivators whose names were called out this time dared not resist or argue anymore. They could only walk into the ancient temple silently and go to the side of the huge black iron coffin.
"Open the coffin!" Li Zun shouted.
A dozen monks from the underworld supported their hands on the coffin, looked at each other, and finally began to slowly push up the coffin lid.
Chi, chi, chi.
In the silence of the whole place, the sound of the coffin lid moving seemed extremely abrupt.
