Taoist chanting

Chapter 541
Breaking in through the barrier, there is no darkness as imagined, but a faint green light, which emanates from the top of a strange octagonal ancient tomb in the middle and a big fist gem, illuminating the entire front half of the large circular tomb. In part, it is miserable and miserable like the environment of the underworld.

Out of the thick black behind came out a white bone skeleton with sparkling phosphorous fire, holding weapons or bone implements that had lost their spirituality, silently lined up on both sides of the stone tomb and ancient tomb, and green fire appeared strangely in the black eye sockets of the skull.

There are shadowy giants wriggling in the back, and the tomb is filled with cold, spiritual, and ghostly air.

Seeing the scene ahead, a smile appeared on Tu Kun's withered and wretched face. He immediately recognized the bead on the top of the grave, which was at least a fifth-order wooden treasure. The traces of opening, only the top is still intact.

It’s not a waste of a trip, but the last and most important piece of meat can be eaten.

At the current stage, he, Yang Shuilan and Guanzhu joined forces, which is almost equivalent to a big force.

The mere second-order skull ghosts and the three ghosts and witches of different sizes hidden behind them are really not in my eyes. The remnant souls hiding in the dark may make him a little cautious, but they are many masters. .

"Everyone, why do you have to be so aggressive, how about I take out the treasure and give the old man a place to stay?"

In the darkness behind the ancient tomb, the old voice sounded.

Full of helplessness and vicissitudes.

Tu Kun held the unremarkable flying stone in his left hand, unmoved, carefully looked at the other places in the tomb, and said with a smile: "You first report your name, footsteps, and origin, and don't say anything. How can I?" Give you a place to stay?"

"Win the king and lose the bandits. The old Huangli calendar more than [-] years ago, there is nothing to mention. The old man is lingering here. You only need to give the old man another half a year. When the time comes, the old man will move the nest and let you wait. There are also treasures to give away. Here The monuments also belong to you, so there is no need to fight with each other at this moment."

The old voice took the trouble to talk about conditions, trying to convince everyone.

Yang Shuilan is also paying attention to observation, how can she not hear that the other party is delaying time, already at this point, will she stop?
With the skeletons, ghosts, witches and beasts placed in front of the opponent, it is not enough to see, she is guessing the opponent's backhand.

She calmly arranged a simple water formation nearby, and then found that the tomb looked ordinary, but it was made of third-order crystal jade, and some inscribed runes were exposed on the dirty and dirt-covered ground. There are traces left after the battle, but they are all extremely faint.

She immediately understood that the formation in this place could repair the tomb by itself.

How did those ghost witch beasts freely enter and exit this place?

"Be careful, the air is full of ghost-head mushroom powder and another unknown poisonous powder."

Zhang Wenfeng suddenly reminded him through voice transmission that he had grown and used ghost-head mushrooms, and he was familiar with the sinister ghost-head mushrooms.

A green wood fire spread from Zhang Wenfeng's body and burned in all directions. There was a slight "chi chi" sound in the air, and Tu Kun released an earthy yellow flame, burning the surrounding area again.

The skeleton thirty feet away on the opposite side has already launched an attack.

"Everyone, even if you realize something is wrong, it is useless to burn off the ghost-head mushroom powder. You have already been contaminated with another, more powerful ghost plant. I would like to advise you again, just stop and leave, how about it?"

The old voice persuaded in an unhurried manner, ignoring the scene of the skulls rolling around in the tomb.

On the back of Yang Shuilan's hand grew a moldy gray-white fluff. She used water to protect her body just now, and she never let up. She somehow got the trick, and said via voice transmission: "It's a 'ghost fleece', and it can be broken with extreme sun fire!"

"Trouble, none of us are fire-oriented, and we don't have extreme yang fire."

Tu Kun was a little annoyed. In a short time, this kind of ghost thing wouldn't affect him too much, but after a long time, he couldn't bear it even with a fourth-order cultivation.

Many of the vicious things in the realm of the underworld are against the yang world.

Like the ghost-headed mushroom, the ghost fleece absorbs the spiritual power of the monks and strengthens itself with demon power, and finally covers the whole body like a layer of moldy fleece, slowly corroding the flesh, even if his earth element is really hot, it can't stop it for long.

He controlled a golden sword light, and he vented and killed the successive skeletons like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Everyone, there is still time for you to go out now. Wait until the barrier is closed, and if you want to open the door and wait for the next opening day, it is not worthwhile for you to die together with the old man."

The old voice couldn't hear the emotional fluctuations, and continued to persuade.

"Old Ge, you're a deadhead, they've got the 'ghost fleece', what are you talking about with them..."

An old woman's hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"you shut up!"

The old man's voice was a little annoyed, and he let out a low drink.

"Fuck, you coward, how long can they last? I want to watch their bodies rot, fester bit by bit, haha, tell them to kneel down and beg my old lady later, I want to devour their souls and eat slowly ..."

The old woman's voice suddenly became sharp, with madness.

The old voice ignored the old woman and urged, "Haven't you decided yet? Time is running out... Uh, how did you do it?" The voice was full of surprise and disbelief.

The crazy old woman also seemed to be strangled by the neck, and had no voice.

The gray and white fluff on Zhang Wenfeng's face and hands seemed to have been blown by the wind, withered and scattered in the air.

After patting the robe on his body a few times, the abnormality disappeared completely.

Tu Kun laughed out loud, the master has a lot of strange abilities, and there is no unparalleled path, he didn't believe the words of the old ghost who told them to retreat, and retreated, no one knew whether those two remnant souls were They are singing oboe, what kind of traps have been set outside the barrier waiting for them to fall into?
He didn't figure out how the ghost fleece was in it, he was already careful and careful, guessing it might have something to do with the enchantment?

There are endless insidious means in the practice world.

Sometimes it's not enough to have a high level of cultivation and live long enough to cope, but also luck.

They follow the Lord, and their luck seems to be good.

Zhang Wenfeng said to the donkey through voice transmission: "Put away the lightning on your body."

He put his hand on the back of the donkey, and then saw those strange white fluffs that even the silver thunder could not do anything to, disappeared one by one, and freed the donkey in a moment.

The moment he let go, brilliant lightning flashed from the donkey's body, and the circles were airtight. This time, it was well protected, leaving no gaps.

The donkey was so angry that it spewed out countless bolts of sword energy with lightning, and violently slashed and killed. There was a "crackling and booming" sound in the tomb, bone powder and dust filled the air, and ghosts, witches and beasts in the dark rushed up fiercely.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't care about the battle over there. He put his hand on Tukun's shoulder and silently recited Chapter 1 of the Daoist scriptures. The invisible golden light flowed from his hand and slowly flowed to Tukun's body. At present, he can only do this, not yet Completely out.

Thanks to his thought power and invisible golden light, he completely restrained the ghost fleece garment.

Tu Kun laughed, and said, "Just now that fellow Taoist wants to watch our bodies rot, bit by bit, why didn't he talk?"

Zhang Wenfeng said "offended" to Yang Shuilan who came a few steps closer, and put his arm on his back to relieve her of the trouble.

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(End of this chapter)