Feng Buwen is a legend, he was born in the Republic of China, keen on cultural relics, half of his life and ancient tombs as a companion, the fusion of various tomb robbery techniques, forming a unique Qinchuan tomb technique.

The tomb art is very mysterious and eerie, compared to spells, and since it has never appeared in the sun, it is even more reverie.

Feng Buwen's arrival caused a sensation, and the masters present were basically martial artists, many of them were Qinchuan locals, and there were few who had the confidence to surrender the drought fish.

And when everyone saw Feng Buwen talking and laughing with the Thais, they naturally guessed something.

"Feng Buwen gave the Thais a hand, it seems that the relics are about to fall into the hands of the Thais, it's a pity."

"Feng Buwen only has a tomb and money in his eyes, although he is a strange person, he is not liked."

The crowd whispered, and at this time, a group of people appeared in the distance, but it was a group of monks.

The person at the head turned out to be a cowardly and greedy host.

Ye Fan was surprised and waved his hand at him. Kong Wen came to find Ye Fan, and saw Ye Fan hurriedly bring someone over.

"Ye Zhenfo, I can be regarded as finding you. I have invited several masters from Qinchuan to help you. ”

The host of Kongwen introduced several masters behind Ye Fan, and the masters were very enthusiastic about Ye Fan and respected his actions of feeding hungry ghosts in ten directions.

The two sides were happy, but unexpectedly, a Feng family member next to him suddenly said in a strange voice: "Yo? Isn't this the master of the Famen Temple? You also have to come and subdue the drought, you have the guts. ”

The speaker was a young man behind Feng Buwen, he looked a little similar to Feng Buwen, and there was a faint smell of corpses on his body.

Kong Wen looked over, and his face was a little unnatural.

"It turned out to be a young master, and I was fortunate to be lucky." Kongwen said politely and visited everyone in the Feng family.

Feng Buwen didn't pay attention to the empty news, and talked to Yuna by himself. Feng Yiqiu laughed: "Ten years ago, my second uncle entered the holy mound of Famen Temple and wanted to pay homage to the relics, but you drove him away, and he also reported to Han Buddhism, which made my Feng family lose face." But now you take the initiative to let outsiders enter the holy tomb, and tens of millions of 100 million have betrayed the dignity of your Buddhist family, which is really cheap haha. ”

Feng Yiqiu's words made Kongwen's face embarrassed and extremely embarrassed.

The people around also looked at it and whispered, all of them laughing at the false Buddha who heard about it.

Ye Fan frowned: "Kongwen, let's go elsewhere." ”

I was relieved to hear it, and I wished I could go somewhere else. The group of monks was about to leave, but Feng Yiqiu spoke again: "Who is this son?" How many tens of thousands did you give to Kongwen? Let the empty hear listen to your orders. ”

Ye Fan was displeased, and scolded in vain: "Feng Yiqiu, this is Ye Fan, the king of Jiangnan, who is here to subdue the drought fish, you are rude!" ”

Hearing that the Buddha's heart is unstable, at this time, he is like a shrew scolding the street, and he wants to pull Ye Fan to help him add light.

His shouting really added light, and the crowd was in an uproar.

"Jiangnan Wang Ye Fan? The monk of the Bon Puja? ”

"It's amazing, this time I came to the King of Bali in India, and I also came to the legend of Qinchuan tomb robbery, and now the King of Jiangnan is also here, we don't expect to encounter the drought, and the relics are out of play."

"Ye Fan looks very ordinary, he doesn't look like a monk at all, isn't it fake?"

The square was noisy, Feng Yiqiu was taken aback, looked at Ye Fan carefully, and put away a little bit of evil energy.

However, his father Feng Buwen spoke at this time: "Chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha can't deal with drought and fish, so let's go to the Buddha's door." ”

Feng Buwen's words were very plain, but everyone could hear the meaning of his words, and he looked down on Jiangnan Wang Ye Fan at all.

Ye Fan responded coldly: "Your realm is too low, so naturally you will think so." This time I surrendered to the drought and had to be Dharma. ”

Ye Fan didn't know how to subdue the Drought Fish, but he knew that neither the violence of King Bali nor Feng Buwen could subdue the Drought Fish.

"Ridiculous, how can you question my father? Have you ever been to the Tomb of the South Sea God? Have you ever been to the Bronze Gate of Changbai Mountain? Have you ever seen a hundred ghosts walk in the night? It's just a zombie, my father has his hands on it, what qualifications do you have to question? ”

Feng Yiqi scolded and defended his father.

Yuna next to her secretly rejoiced and looked at Ye Fan gloatingly. King Pali also spoke: "Han Buddhism is the same as the way of Confucius and Mencius, always trying to persuade others verbally to be self-respecting. I think it's better for you to convince a pig than to convince a pig. ”

"Hahaha." The crowd laughed, King Bali's Chinese accent was very interesting, and it was very funny to say it seriously.

Ye Fan looked at him indifferently: "It's not persuasion, it's Duhua, you are a barbarian, how can you understand?" ”

"Barbarians? King Bali, he scolds you hillbilly, untouchable man of the slums! Master Chick flax shouted, and King Pali burst into flames.

Seeing that the situation was out of control, the voice of the soldier came from afar: "Ready to go, life and death are fate, whoever surrenders to the drought is my Chinese honored guest, please enter Taibai Mountain!" ”

Suddenly, a group of people stopped watching the play and looked at Taibai Mountain in the distance.

King Bali snorted, buckled his axe and set out first, and the Indians followed in a swarm, all on their toes.

The Thais followed suit, as if they were going on an outing.

Then, everyone set off and went straight to Taibai Mountain.

Kong Wen apologized to Ye Fan: "Ye Zhenfo, it's me who is not good and embarrassed you." ”

Ye Fan shook his head, he didn't care about any embarrassment at all, from the beginning, he couldn't concentrate, and he always thought about the underground black hole painted by Zhixian Divine Monk in his mind.

"Back then, the monk Zhixian suppressed the drought, can there be a detailed record?"

Ye Fan raised his steps and asked as he walked.

A group of monks shook their heads, and said with empty consideration: "There is a record in the history books of the holy mound, saying that it is 100,000 people who sent it away and sent it away, but the drought was obviously suppressed, why would 100,000 people in the Eastern Jin Dynasty send it?" ”

Ye Fan's mind moved, and 100,000 people sent it off? This is probably the sacrifice to the heavens.

The black hole in the ground and the sacrifice to the sky, is this the key to suppressing the drought?

After thinking about it, everyone also left the city and began to walk along the mountain road.

There are a large number of masters in the front of the black press, all of whom rushed to watch the play from nearby areas, and those who are really capable are all in front and accept the attention of everyone.

The crowd was talking, and no one was afraid, as if the drought's hand was about to be captured.

"King Bali can split Mount Tai with an axe, and he has divine power, and it is estimated that he can kill a drought with an axe."

"Feng Buwen brought seven elders, and called the Seven Heroes of Tomb Robbery, the tomb art is all over the sky, and he can easily kill the drought fish."

"I just want to see what the relics of the Zhixian Monk look like, and I hope they can show them before they take them away."

The voice was loud and noisy.

When the scorching sun turned into a sunset, everyone finally arrived at the foot of Taibai Mountain.

It is a continuous area with the Qinling Mountains, which should be lush and green, but what you see is a piece of dead wood and sand.

The towering Taibai Mountain, there is only a bare mountain left.

Everyone was amazed, and Feng Yiqiu in front of him shouted: "My father has seen the pattern of the tomb, and he can force out the drought in half an hour." If any of you want to do it first, do it, or you won't have a chance. ”

Feng Yiqiu looked at the rear and deliberately looked at Ye Fan and his party.

As a result, hundreds of people all stared at Ye Fan with strange expressions.

Ye Fan is in the limelight, but Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, and many people want to see him embarrassed.

Ye Fan faced everyone's gaze, interjected his hand and spoke: "I advise you to be careful, lest you won't have a chance to run later." ”

"I'm sorry, I'll see you talk about this for a long time, and I'll be cowardly."

"Feng Buwen God, do it, Ye Fan doesn't have the guts."

A group of people urged Feng Buwen to do it, but none of them were birdy and leafy.

Feng Buwen waved his hand, and the seven tomb masters he brought jumped up Taibai Mountain respectively, and took positions in various positions, each with a three-inch long nail.

The nails were black and rusty, but they gave people a chilling feeling, as if they had been pulled from the coffin of an ancient tomb.

"The thousand-year-old black wood nail, three inches and three inches long, is formed by the tomb nail in the black wooden coffin for thousands of years!"

"If these seven black wood are nailed down, I'm afraid that the evil ghosts and ghosts of the entire Taibai Mountain will be nailed to death."

Everyone was talking excitedly, but Feng Buwen was crisp and neat, and directly signaled to do it.

At the same time, the seven heroes of the tomb robbers pierced the thousand-year-old black wood nails in Taibai Mountain.

In just an instant, the Taibai Mountain shook, as if an earthquake had occurred.

The sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls was overwhelming, and one after another the ghosts rushed into the air and were torn back by the thousand-year-old black wood nails.

"The great evil of the drought has attracted countless evil ghosts and ghosts, and now they are all killed by the thousand-year-old black wood nails!"

Everyone was even more happy, and on the Taibai Mountainside, a piece of land suddenly burst open, revealing a terrible black hole.

The black hole is huge, and it is still expanding, spreading to the entire mountainside, as if Taibai Mountain has opened its big mouth.

Ye Fan's expression was awe-inspiring, this is the underground black hole painted by the monk Zhixian?

The rest of the people were also taken aback, no one expected that a huge black hole would suddenly appear in Taibai Mountain.

"Thousands of feet and hundreds of feet of female tombs! I remembered that there was a page in the history book of the Holy Tomb that recorded the tomb of a thousand feet and hundreds of feet, but there was no extra introduction, so I didn't care. Empty Wen exclaimed.

Ahead, King Bali held a sword in one hand and an axe in the other, and leaped up to the tomb of the female in a few steps.

"Come out!" He roared, and the golden axe slashed fiercely at the huge hole, extremely rough.

He had already sensed the breath of the drought and went straight forward.

Ye Fan suddenly drank coldly: "Stop!" ”

He took one step at a time, and struck through the sky like a lead cloud towards King Bali.

King Bali flipped in the air, and the axe and golden sword stabbed high into the air, resisting Ye Fan's sky-sweeping style.

With a loud bang, the mud and rocks of Taibai Mountain tumbled, and King Bali stood unsteadily and fell on the rocks.

Everyone was taken aback and looked at Ye Fan in disbelief.

Ye Fan had already blocked in front of King Bali, and said coldly: "The Tomb of the Thousands of Feet and Hundreds of Zhangs is the Tomb of Heaven for 100,000 people in the Eastern Jin Dynasty to send the Drought Goddess away, if you destroy it, how can the Drought Goddess be sent away?" ”

King Bali's arm was numb, and he glared at Ye Fan unconvinced: "What are you talking about?" Get out of here, I'm going to chop the drought, and go in for relics! ”

Everyone also thinks that Ye Fan is foolish, what kind of ghost sacrifices to the sky or not?

"Get out of the way, if you don't send a drought, what are you angry with the king of Pali?"

Everyone urged, very dissatisfied.

Ye Fan's face turned cold, but in the next second, he let go and left the cave directly as a blast wind.

King Bali was stunned, then laughed and threw himself at the mouth of the cave, and another axe slashed down.

He was so powerful that his head was suddenly broken in mid-air, leaving only a torso spurting blood and falling into the hole.

More than 100 people were stunned, staring at it with wide eyes and gasping.

In the black hole, a humanoid monster rushed out, biting off the head of King Bali, and was now lying on the stone and chewing, his red eyes scanning the people below.

It is like an ancient god, intimidating the heavens, but in this way, it is even more terrifying than the most terrible evil ghost in the world.

The crowd was in chaos, and they all involuntarily retreated.

Feng Buwen's face changed in shock, and he turned around and ran. He was well-informed, and the moment he saw the monster, he knew that this was definitely not a zombie!

Screams rang out, and everyone fled for their lives.

Ye Fan was the fastest, he fled from the other direction, but he entered the Qinling Mountains and flew like an ape.

He can't care about others anymore, and if he doesn't run, he will definitely be eaten.

He ran faster and faster, but gradually he felt someone following him, which surprised him.

He thought it was the drought that was coming, but when he hurriedly looked back, it was Wanna.

Yuna grabbed a golden rune paper and ran straight towards her.

"You're not mortal?" Ye Fan asked as he ran, not understanding what magic power Yuna had used.

"This is the Buddha practice of Southern Buddhism, my Buddha line talisman is facing you, you run quickly, take me to escape!" Juna cried out as the dead wood behind her kept collapsing, and the Drought Devil was chasing her.

Ye Fan was secretly frightened, and ran away, and his speed increased twice.

Wana's speed also immediately tripled, and she didn't know when she used the magic power of Southern Buddhism on Ye Fan, as if she was attached to Ye Fan.

"Don't put the Buddha talisman at me!" Ye Fan scolded, he had run away, but Yuna attracted the drought again.

"Don't scream, run, I'm going to be caught!" Yunahua's face was pale, and the rune paper in her hand was tightly facing Ye Fan.

A thousand kilometers behind her, the terrifying ancient monster resembled a cheetah, dripping blood from its mouth and chasing after Wanna.

"Holy!" Ye Fan scolded, urged the dantian, and all his true qi came out, shooting out like a cannonball.