Who is who?
and to form the Purple Micro Suppressing Demon Seal and the Dingjia Jue.The index finger presses the middle finger, and the other four fingers press the index finger. This is the finger technique of L..."Run," the raspy syllable just fell, and I ran headlong forward without hesitation —
The twin-headed serpent spirits almost pounced on me at the same time!
Bai Ni flew forward, quickly biting one of their heads and necks, yanking it sharply to the side. I saw that we were about to run past the battle zone of the two giant snakes —
The giant stone gate swung open, and the Dragon King strode in. He was covered in blood and mud, but he still maintained the air of an old nobleman.
He stared straight at me, pulling a handgun from inside his suit jacket.
The moment the gun was pointed at me, my mind went blank. I even forgot to stop walking.
"Bang—"
In an instant, a gunshot sent me soaring upwards with a tremendous force!
The spider, I don't know when it climbed to the top of the tomb, spit silk and pulled me up, quickly crawling into the corner of the tomb.
The bullet fired at me made a muffled "poof" sound as it hit the back door... and the... flesh-eating zombies.
It's not really a zombie, zombies aren't this ferocious.
A corpse lunged out, charging straight for the Dragon King.
Long Xiaoge frowned and said, "This is such a mess... Yin Luo, come out quickly! These Corpse Kings are hard to tell friend from foe. Last time Mu Xia Qiao almost got bitten."
I was watching myself swaying helplessly on the side. Big shots, it's really not that I don't want to go out—how can I get out
Now even my legs don't belong to me, I rely on the Soul Binding Seal to drag me towards the door.
This space is too limited, Mu Wanchen can't summon the spirit of Yinglong. This small space would probably be ripped apart if Yinglong even flapped its wings.
The Dragon King held a gun in his hand, Long Xiaoge and Mu Wanchen both dodged behind the stone gate. The huge two-headed serpent and Bai Ni fought until their eyes were red, relentlessly entangling and biting each other to death.
There were a lot of shambling zombies coming out from behind, about twenty or so. These zombies weren't afraid of bullets at all.
The Great Corpse King's raspy voice slowly echoed, "...Entering here with evil intentions means being prepared to never leave. You dare defile the Miao Wang City mausoleum spanning thousands of years, a mere hundred-year-old fledgling Arrogant, arrogant..."
The Dragon King seemed a little panicked. He understood how to refine corpses, knowing these dry corpses were immune to "death" and felt no pain.
The blood on the ground became his final escape.
A talisman drifted in silently.
Floating gently on that pool of blood.
The Dragon King caught sight of it, suddenly stunned. The corpse bit down on his arm, and he seemed to feel nothing at all.
"...Talismans," he said hoarsely.
Feng Hun took advantage of the situation and dragged me to the edge of the doorway, where I quickly darted out and ran into Mu Wan Chen's arms.
Mu Wanchen reached out to catch me, held me for just a moment, then pulled me behind him.
"The few remaining talismans left, I'll send you off with these." Mu Wanchen said lightly.
What is the difference between this talisman and ordinary talismans
Paper talismans should not get wet, because water will dilute the cinnabar and vermilion ink. Once the talisman script dissolves and becomes muddled, it loses its effectiveness.
But this blood...
The paper ignited on the surface, flames quickly spreading to the dragon king's feet.
"There are few talismans left, this one is for you to bid farewell with..." Mu Wanchen said softly.
The Dragon King, with a sneer, chuckled softly: "Hehehe...hehe... Mu Wanchen, you are timid and afraid to offend the heavens, afraid to break away from tradition. You fear everything! How can such a weak king protect his people!"
"...."
For thousands of years! Thousands of years ago! Heaven won't allow outsiders to exist. We've been clinging to life until today, how many outsiders remain! Hiding behind religious practices is just self-deception! If heaven wants to destroy us, why wait until we have no power to resist and are forced to submit!
"So... you are the messenger of the Great Demon King who has fallen to the demonic path" Mu Wanchen asked indifferently.
“Good, good. There's one between gods and demons... you understand You should know! Just break that boundary, those high-and-mighty immortals will learn what the rules really are - it's all about survival of the fittest! Not about enduring everything! No!”
The flames had already spread up his lower leg, and he seemed to feel no pain in the flesh, instead shouting nervously.
“Look at this Grand Corpse King here. There are so many Corpse Kings here, yet only he possesses a Corpse Pill! If we can obtain the Corpse Pill, we will have even more strength to resist annihilation!”
My heart pounded like a drum. The Dragon King's temperament was so arrogant, he dared to defy me.
But Mu Wanchen's expression seemed somewhat indifferent, and he was not emotionally moved by these words.
The flames were about to consume the Dragon King, he looked at Mu Wanchen and still wanted to continue speaking.
A faint, cool breath drifted in from outside. This chill wasn't damp and musty, but rather as pure and bright as moonlight.
"...Holding onto gains is not as good as allowing them to flow; sharpening oneself excessively cannot last long; a house full of gold and jade cannot be guarded by anyone; wealth and honor lead to arrogance, and one ultimately brings ruin upon themselves..." The figure of the Emperor appeared behind us.
He stood with his hands by his side, his voice cold and calm.
"... accomplishing one's purpose and retiring is the way of heaven. The world no longer needs celestial sorcerers who pierce the heavens and earth. What glory was there in the distant past It was foolish and stubborn."
The Dragon King's expression twitched, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
He stood in the flames, feeling no pain.
Unseen origin.
Also, I do not know where to return.
……
Just as the flames were about to engulf him, his two-headed serpent spirit suddenly struggled free from Bai Ni.
Its maw gaped wide, venom spraying, swallowing the dragon king whole as it was engulfed in flames!
Just when I thought things were about to take a turn for the worse, the Guiling's body was burned through and through by the spirit talisman flames!
After all, it was a spirit. It was instantly destroyed in the flames.
The flame grew smaller and smaller...
As the last flicker of flame died out, my phone battery went dead.
The tomb was instantly plunged into darkness, silent and still.
I could hear the sound of my own swallowing.
After a long silence, the Great Corpse King's hoarse voice echoed from inside the door.
"Good grandson… let them return to their positions…"
Long Xiaoge respectfully agreed with a nod, raised his hands, and stood at the stone gate of the tomb to perform a ritual.
He, like the Great Corpse King, stood with his hands empty, as if gripping a scepter or imperial seal, commanding the subjects who prostrated themselves before him.
I whispered to Mu Wanchen, "There are so many remains of our ancestors inside, scattered all over the place after being hit. This place can't be entered by outsiders. So...should we help Long Xiaoguo clean it up"
Mu Wanchen readily nodded: "As long as you want, I can accompany you."
The Emperor Lord coldly glanced at me, causing me to hide behind Mu Wanchen.
He coldly said to Mu Wanchen: "...Don't delay your cultivation."
"Yes."
To be with me would hinder your cultivation Hmph, I made a ghostly face at the thought of the Emperor.
Of course, on the surface I wouldn't dare. I wouldn't even dare if you killed me.
The Great Corpse King respectfully said a few words to the Emperor through the door, and the Emperor vanished—he must have gone to find his junior wife.
After the Corpse Kings returned to the passage behind the small gate, I, Mu Wanchen, and Long Xiaogé went in to tidy up the remains. Long Xiaogé lit the lantern with a fire starter.
The Great Corpse King’s spirit was quite imposing as he told Long Xiaoge, “When marrying a wife, choose a wise woman. When taking a concubine, choose a beautiful one. If you want to find a wife, you should find someone as sensible as this girl.”
Pfft… *cough cough cough*.
I stole a glance at Long Xiaogē, his face had stiffened.
Have ancestors from a thousand years ago been urging me to get married Is this what makes ancestral graves smoke with angertil I saw a familiar color and couldn't help but stop."What's wrong Xia Qiao! Snap out of it!" my brother shouted."That... that clothing belongs to a resident of the Witch King's City..." I pointed at...