The chief of the road seemed to have discovered something, but he suddenly turned to the right, walked to the wall on the right side of the tomb, and began to look at the murals on the wall with the help of everyone's light source and the everlasting lights in the tomb.

Although those murals have been sealed in the dust for an unknown number of years, they still look undusted at this time, and they can still give people a lifelike feeling.

It's just that when the head of Chunlai and everyone's eyes began to look at the mural on the tomb wall, there seemed to be something more on the kneeling figure in the painting in a trance.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The wind-like cries around him became more and more intense, and when Wang Tofu, who was also among the seven, carefully observed the murals, his eyes began to become deeper and deeper.

Because no one knew that those strange sounds actually gave Wang Tofu a sense of déjà vu, which was very strange but nowhere to be found.

"There must be a creature in the mural who has become a fierce spirit, and it is not easy to catch it for a while among the many murals, but it is only some of the lowest evil things. ”

A sixth-order orderly from the headquarters of the anti-spirit organization spoke.

Chunlai Dao was silent for a long time, and when he saw him raise the compass in his hand again, he frowned and said when he looked at the compass pointer that was still spinning, "No...... Not one!"

As the words fell, everyone frowned again.

The cries around him became more and more intense, just as the sixth-order orderly said, those fierce spirits were born from and attached to the murals, strange and changeable, and the sound was scattered and sourceless, it was really difficult for ordinary people to capture.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

At this time, only the old monk was still kind at this time, but just as he was about to speak, another orderly took the lead and said in a deep voice: "Just evil things, they will also be a scourge in the future......

When the words fell, he saw that he would suddenly pin his hand behind him, and when he shot again, he had already caught a few cold star darts between his fingers, each of which was in the shape of four corners, and some crooked runes were engraved on them.

"Stop!"

But just as he was about to make a move, the seventh-order orderly beside him suddenly shouted, and he looked back in a daze, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Senpai?"

Just as he was about to say something, he found that the seventh-order order's gaze had already swept over the Chunlai Dao Chief, the old monk, and Wang Tuofu behind him, and finally stayed on the Chunlai Dao Chief.

"Since the three of them are the descendants of the Daomen, what do you think should be done?"

In the anti-spirit organization, the seventh-order orderly is an absolutely powerful existence, but the other party actually asked this question, which is enough to see that he attaches great importance to the three of them, even if the cultivation and ability like Wang Tofu are far inferior to him, but his identity as the orthodox descendant of the Dao Sect is enough for him to get enough attention.

"Although the evil spirit is also a kind of ghost, it is different from the ghost, more like a monster, but although the ghost is terrifying, they each have their own cause and effect, and the exorcism and evil cannot be generalized!"

Chunlai looked back at Wang Tuofu, and then looked at the old monk again, nodded and said.

Everyone was silent, but Ding Li, who had always stood next to the head of Chunlai Dao, nodded in agreement.

After seeing Haru finish speaking, he finally put away the compass in his hand, and then reached out and took out a small bell from his pocket.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, because of decisiveness, the suffering of the previous life has been dissipated......"

The crisp sound of the bell was mixed with a burst of chanting, and Chunlai began to take the lead and walked in front of everyone, but the old monk also began to chant and follow with a kind face.

The two of them made a move, and the cry of grief in the tomb seemed to begin to change, just like a sad and frustrated bitter person finally found solace in his soul and began to tell the sorrow of a thousand years.

Until the cry became one, and the fireworks in the entire tomb became more and more intense.

But after a while, in the midst of the cacophony, there was a sudden sound of metal swaying.

"What's going on?"

Someone said, everyone's eyes began to look to the left and right again, only to see that the figures in the mural changed again, and black lines began to gradually appear on the figures kneeling on the ground.

It was the outline of a series of black iron chains, connecting the hands and feet of all the figures......

"It seems that every painting has its own owner!"

Ding Li said, because when he saw this scene, not only him, but also several people present had vaguely understood something.

The owner of the underground palace at the bottom of the tomb here must be extraordinary, and it is not uncommon to have funeral rites since ancient times, and many of those who are trapped in the tomb may also come from this.

"No...... They were never their own masters!"

Wang Tofu's words interrupted Ding Li, and at the same time, everyone stopped again and pointed all the lighting tools in their hands forward.

And there was a wall, a door to be exact, a door that sealed the whole passage, and the chains that held the frescoes together finally converged into two huge chains, which were joined to the door!

When the gate appeared, Wang Tuofu was shocked and muttered, "Who are you?"

At that moment, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he seemed to have looked through the vicissitudes of the ancient stone gate, looking into the depths of the underground palace world, and saw some very strange and strange existences.

"Huh!"

Someone couldn't help but speak, and with the appearance of the iron chain, everyone saw clearly the huge bronze gate that appeared in front of them, the door was five zhang high and three zhang wide, and it was exactly the same as what Wang Tuofu had seen in his previous dream.

Not only that, but a big character also appeared on the bronze door, although it was sealed in the dust for endless years, it was still clearly visible, and there were traces of vigor!

"This is indeed a word, but the shape of this word ......"

Then another spoke, and everyone frowned.

It was indeed a word, but it carried a sense of the vicissitudes of time, and on closer inspection, the stone door was not closed, and in the center of it had been pulled by those chains to open a clear gap, very narrow but allowing one person to pass through.

After discovering that the stone gate had been opened, everyone's eyes except Wang Tofu looked at Ding Li.

"This may be the real entrance to the tomb!"

Ding Li said, Chunlai narrowed his eyes, the sound of the bell in his hand sounded again, and at the same time, the chanting of the old monk on the side also began to continue, with the two of them, a sound of metal shaking followed, and the iron chain that spread from the mural to the bronze door moved again.