"Ahem, ahem......"

Zhong Muyi continued to cough, this was the result of the injury to his soul, if he was not healed, he was afraid that Zhong Muyi's life would not be saved, Zhong Muyi struggled to get up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Igniting the fire and fueling, Zhong Muyi drove the car out of here, he wanted to return home immediately, and Zhong Muyi made arrangements there.

That coffin, as long as he returned to that coffin, Zhong Muyi would have a way to heal his injuries.

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Zhong Muyi's study, which is still gloomy and cold, the furnishings in the room are like a tomb, the clock on the wall is still swinging, but the hands are forever pointing at one o'clock in the middle of the night.

The room was sealed so well that there was no air movement here at all.

A cockroach came out of a crack, it seemed to be frightened, the cockroach came out and fled along the ground, it just rushed out of two steps, a ray of light appeared out of thin air on the ground, the light swept over the cockroach's body, the cockroach inertia rushed forward, and then its body split in half.

After this "murder" happened, the room fell silent again.

About ten minutes later, the box on top of the table shook for a moment, and then it shook.

The box was placed on top of a machine tool, its vibration became more and more intense, the amplitude became larger and larger, and a green fluorescent light faintly shone through the box.

The fluorescent light became stronger and stronger, and soon the whole box was seeped like a piece of jade, and with a "snap", a crack burst open in the box.

When the box burst open, there was a "buzz" sound in the room, and countless dense rays of light appeared in the air of the room, and these rays of light weaved into a large net, and they enveloped the box inside.

There was black smoke oozing out of the cracks in the box, and when the black smoke touched the light, the black smoke made a "zi" sound, as if it was burned, and the black smoke immediately retracted back into the box, and a hoarse sound like scraping a tightrope came out:

"Array, there is actually a formation here!"

After the sound sounded, the box glowed, and the fluorescent light seeping through the box diffused over the light.

"Nourish...... ......"

It was like burning an electric electrode, and the light in the air exploded into sparks, and they broke one by one under the corrosion of the fluorescent light, and the fluorescent light finally filled the entire room.

When the last light in the room broke, there was a "buzz" sound in the air, and the cold aura that had been permeating the room dissipated a lot.

"Click", there was a crisp sound, and the wooden box on the table cracked in half, and the jade pendant was presented on top of a velvet cushion.

In the darkness, the jade pendant was crystal clear, it released a dazzling green light, and the rakshasa carved on the jade pendant seemed to be alive.

A cloud of red aura poured out of Rakshasa's mouth, and the red stained Rakshasa's teeth red, and at this time, it was as if it had just been bloodthirsty.

"Ding", Rakshasa's eyes opened, and its eyeballs were distinctly red.

"Hahahaha, it turns out that it's the Yin Gathering Array again, God really helps me! Hahahaha......"

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There was a sound of a key inserting from the lock of the room, the ball lock twisted, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhong Mu stumbled into the study.

Closing the door with his backhand, Zhong Mu leaned against the door, he was exhausted.

At this time, Zhong Mu was very haggard, and he saw that his face was yellow, his hair was falling out, Zhong Mu kept coughing up blood, and his chest was a lot red.

"Yin Wood Coffin, Yin Wood Coffin!"

Looking at the coffin placed behind the door, Zhong Mu's eyes lit up, and he knew that his last chance was in this coffin.

This coffin was brought back by Zhong Mu with great difficulty. For this coffin, Zhong Muyi dug up a hundred ancient tombs, and he finally found this treasure in a Ming Dynasty tomb.

Because of the lack of wood in the five elements, Zhong Mu was born with a very weak physique, and after worshipping the master, the master taught him the art of the five ghosts, which means that Zhong Mu wanted to enter the Tao with ghosts.

When he left the school, the master repeatedly warned him that although Zhong Muyi had cultivated the ghost path, the magic could only suppress his body to the prime of life, and Zhong Mu would quickly weaken after the age of forty, unless he found a coffin of five evils.

The so-called coffin of the five evils refers to the time when the owner is buried, the coffin is poured with the blood of the five lives, and the coffin has been damp for a hundred years under the ground before there is a chance to achieve a coffin of the five evils.

Zhong Mu took great pains to get this coffin, and then he applied a secret method on the coffin, and finally refined this yin coffin, he needed to lie in it and cultivate his body with yin qi.

Zhong Mu staggered to the front of the coffin, and there was another violent cough, and when Zhong Mu opened the coffin lid, he noticed that the coffin lid was already sprinkled with his own blood.

"It's so badly hurt!"

Zhong Mu sighed, he struggled into the coffin, and then Zhong Mu closed the coffin lid.

The familiar feeling of shade penetrated Zhong Muyi's body, and he felt a lot more relaxed, and Zhong Muyi leaned down comfortably.

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"It turned out to be the technique of the five ghosts, but I didn't expect this evil skill to have been handed down!"

A voice of self-muffled voices came from the air, and something of nothingness floated towards the coffin.

"Blood, a lot of blood, it's really good!"

The sparkling ripples in the air floated onto the lid of the yin wooden coffin, and the blood droplets sprayed on it squirmed, and they slowly faded and disappeared, and soon all these blood beads disappeared.

"Blood, I need more blood!"

The voice became poignant, and then the "ripple" attached to the coffin.

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Zhong Mu closed his eyes, he enjoyed the feeling in the yin coffin, he was so comfortable that he was lying on top of cotton wool.

Suddenly, Zhong Muyi's eyelids jumped, his eyes opened suddenly, and Zhong Muyi was surprised to find that a lot of hair suddenly appeared inside the coffin.

The hairs were like flowing silks, they came out of every crack in the coffin, and the hair fluttered in the air, and they wrapped themselves in the bell wood from all sides.

"What's that?"

Zhong Mu shouted in surprise, he knew that something was wrong, and Zhong Mu pointed out fiercely.

I heard a "pop", and a cloud of black gas gushed out from Zhong Muyi's fingertips, and those hairs stagnated slightly, but they were still wrapped around Zhong Muyi's fingers.

Miserable!

As soon as Zhong Mu knew that his soul was frustrated, the Dao method was less than one-tenth of that of usual, so he saw Zhong Mu grit his teeth fiercely, he bit his tongue, and Zhong Mu spurted out a mouthful of essence blood.

"Yikes!"

Suddenly there was a scream from inside the coffin, and the hairs shrank back into the crack as if they had been burned by fire.

With a "ding" sound, the red light in the coffin flashed, and rows of numbers appeared on the coffin lid, and the yin wooden coffin turned into an elevator, and it was falling down.

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