The old man silently used Xuangong to suppress the injuries caused by the counterattack of the spell, his expression was cloudy and uncertain, and there was a faint anger burning in his eyes;

"Buzz!"

An inaudible vibration sound came from Lao Dao's chest, Lao Dao reached into his arms, took out a piece of white jade pendant, carved a dragon and a phoenix on one side, and engraved with dense incantations on the other, and in the eyes of the dragon and phoenix, a little rich blood light spread rapidly;

"Damn! Who took advantage of my spell to trigger the mechanism on the periphery of the Emperor's Mausoleum? Not good! That kid! ”

Lao Dao hurriedly used the Xuangong Method, forcibly used the secret method, and used extreme measures to temporarily suppress the injury;

"Buzz!"

The Tai Chi gossip on the stone table shone again, but there was no phantom manifestation of the eight demon subjugation gods, but a blood-red color, as if infected by blood, faintly, revealing a palpitating bloody aura;

"Hopefully, it's still too late!"

Lao Dao quickly came to the stone table, and there were words in his mouth, pinching the sword with one hand and painting in the void, and pinching the mystical tricks with the other;

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law, the eight directions of the Xuanguang, the wishful phantom... Xuanguang! Haste as a law! Chi! ”

The bloody light on the stone table became more and more intense with the passage of time, and the Taiji diagram followed the old Dao casting, and after a rapid rotation, it suddenly separated the two sides, and the image of Xuanguang reappeared;

"Huh? It's..."

Lao Dao was even more surprised, what was manifested in the light and shadow was another place in the emperor's mausoleum, but he did not see the figure of the child and the monkey;

"Has it been moved out by the power of the circle?"

The old man muttered thoughtfully, and suddenly his complexion changed suddenly;

"That's not right! Who touched the mechanism? Could it be that the manifestation of the Xuanguang technique is where the trigger mechanism is! ”

The old man stared at the light and shadow and searched carefully, but still found nothing, just when he was in doubt, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and in an instant a trace of enlightenment rose in his heart, and he immediately pinched the trick with both hands, exhaled and recited the mantra mantra;

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law, borrows the eye of the sky, to observe all things, the nine heavens are mysterious, there is no trace to hide, demons and monsters, it is difficult to escape the eyes of the law, it is difficult to hide the whereabouts... Haste as a law! Chi! ”

Lao Dao's feet shook hard, and a Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram was manifested under his feet, and his feet were only on the Yin and Yang eyes, his hands were pinched into sword fingers, and he pointed to the sun in front of his ears.

"Sky Eye! Open! ”

The sword finger quickly pointed to the center of the eyebrows, slowly wiped over the eyes, and the eyes opened, and the golden light in the pupils loomed, looking at the image of Xuanguang again;

"Sure enough, it's actually two ghosts?"

Through the Xuanguang technique, Lao Dao saw two miserable and terrifying ghosts, who were wandering in the mechanism of the emperor's mausoleum;

"Could it be providence? But that kid doesn't look like he's short-lived, forget it, let's clean up these two wandering ghosts first, trespass on the emperor's mausoleum, trigger the ban of the mechanism, and cause me to be eaten by spells, see how I concoct you! Hum! ”

Lao Dao dispersed the Xuanguang technique, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pale yellow pill from it, put it in his mouth and swallowed it, and raised his hand to make a move against the wall;

"Buzz! ... Sou! ”

The dark red three-foot long sword, after a violent tremor, flew towards the old man in the air, and was grabbed by him in his hand;

"Click! ...”

Lao Dao lifted the sword upside down in his left hand, raised his sleeve with his right hand, and with a wave of his right hand, a sound sounded, and a stone door separated the two sides, revealing a dim tunnel.

"Archmage, we seem to have triggered the mechanism of the Emperor's Mausoleum!"

In a tunnel, since the little dog moved the lamp on the wall, a palpitation suddenly rose in the heart of the second dog, and a strong dangerous aura instantly enveloped his whole body, making him tremble involuntarily;

"Bagaya Road! You talk a lot of nonsense, I don't need you to say it, I know it! ”

Once again, the little dog with cheap hands also looked around with palpitations, and his heart was inexplicably nervous;

"Click!"

Just as the two ghosts were talking, a burst of machine brackets suddenly sounded, and in a dead and silent space, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the flat ground was like a muffled thunder roaring, deafening, and countless dark grids suddenly appeared on the walls in all directions;

"Woohoo!"

Clusters of bright yellow fireballs suddenly flew out of the dark grid, instantly illuminating the entire tunnel, along the mysterious trajectory, cutting through the void at great speed, flying towards the little dog and the second dog, frightening the two of them to hug their heads and run away;

"Oops! Help me! I'm going to die! ”

The two dogs scurried with their eyes closed, babbling miserably and wailing;

"Buzz!"

The second dog was in a hurry, and he hit his head on the wall in a panic, and his body instantly disappeared into it;

"Hmmm! Yo West! ”

The little dog narrowly avoided a fireball, and was about to catch the second dog as a shield, but happened to see the scene of the second dog not entering the wall, and after being stunned for a moment, he looked at a large fireball flying again, and turned around and rushed to the wall next to him without hesitation;

"Buzz!"

The dog's body also smoothly submerged into the wall, so as to dodge the attack of countless fireballs;

"Leave the evil obstacles!"

The old man who came in a hurry watched the figure of the little dog sink into the wall, but because he was afraid of the countless fireballs flying in the air, he didn't dare to approach easily, so he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet;

"Woohoo!"

Countless fireballs circled around the air like ghostly fires that would not be extinguished, and then flew back into the dark grid on the wall again as if they were spiritual;

"Click!"

A dull sound sounded again, the walls around them returned to their original state, and the tunnels returned to darkness;

"Damn! People don't see the wind, ghosts don't see the earth, but I forgot, they are ghosts, different from people! ”

The golden light in the old Taoist's eyes fainted, and he looked at the empty tunnel angrily, raised his hand and calculated for a while, then turned around and hurried away;

"Made! Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, I guard the mausoleum, and guard the emperor's mausoleum for generations, if I can't find you two wandering ghosts, then Lao Tzu's decades of practice will be in vain! ”

Faintly, the sound of the old way scolding and scolding, slowly drifting with the wind, echoed in the dim underground tunnel;

"Ahh

Choubajie only felt that he was constantly falling, as if he was about to fall into a bottomless abyss, and the screaming wind in his ears was like a steel knife scraping bones, scraping his wounds like tearing pain, and the cold sweat on his face just came out, and it was dried by the wind in an instant;

"Squeak!"

The monkey squatted on the belly of the ugly Bajie, the monkey paws clung to the ugly Bajie's clothes, the monkey's eyes flashed, and the monkey hair stood upside down, like a steel needle, flashing with a pale golden edge, and even the wind couldn't blow a bit;

"Poof!"

The huge force of Choubajie's fall smashed through the frozen lake, and he fell into the water with the monkey, and the cold and piercing feeling instantly submerged it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ