In Taoism, there is a so-called technique of inviting gods, but in fact, it is mostly a technique of side doors. Because Taoism pays attention to the fact that the righteous gods are not possessed, and the possession is not the righteous gods, most of the people who are driven are just some spirits and ghosts, with similar Qi.

The power of the 'Heavenly Beings' inherited by the Underworld is different from the orthodox Taoist arts, and the source of the power is actually one of the eight gods who were sealed by Wu Cong 1,400 years ago, and were made gods by people.

Although some people have been sealed, they still belong to the human soul in essence.

There are actually a lot of people who can have three heads and six arms, but when it comes to the most profound first image, it is undoubtedly the one I have now incarnated.

The great god of the Three Altars of the Sea Society, the Generalissimo of the Middle Altar, the Taishi of Tongtian, the third prince of Nezha!

"The power of the heavens." While I was using the Qi of the 'Heavenly Beings' to incarnate as a god and fight with the asuras, suddenly another heavy, old voice came from behind the stone wall of the pool of blood.

"Who's talking?" I asked out loud that the weapons I used after incarnating as the third prince of Nezha were based on my knowledge of Nezha, the god, so many things were actually my own, such as sounds.

The voice came out only once, and then it was silent.

I frowned, and with the demon slaying sword, I opened the blade that Asura had chopped, and with a flip of my palm, a mouthful of gold bricks appeared, and smashed it into Asura's face.

The gold bricks and the others are also based on my perception of Nezha's mythological image, and the magic weapon condensed by Qi, although it is not real, is also very powerful, and it will smash the Asura into pieces as soon as it goes up, and the blood will flow like an infusion.

That Asura is the power of the Asura that has been forcibly restored after the corpse has faded its hair, and it is also a little weak so far, where can it withstand the fierce attack of three heads and six arms.

I just wanted to take over the Ninth Street Divine Fire Cover and directly refine it with corpse qi, but unexpectedly, the stone wall clicked again, and then as if it had been broken by some huge force, a huge gap opened.

Being interrupted like this, I couldn't help but slow down my hand.

The asura seemed to sense something, and suddenly gave up and trembled, and actually dropped his weapon and strode towards the crack.

I hurriedly followed after him, and had a vague premonition that behind this stone wall should be the main burial chamber.

After the burial chamber, I saw more night pearls shining brightly in the cave walls. And in the tomb, there is an underground river flowing through it, no wonder I heard the sound of water before.

Seeing this scene, I have to admire these ancient people in the Tang Dynasty, who were able to dig an underground river from the belly of the mountain when they built a tomb.

As a modern person, I can't imagine such a large amount of work.

On a stone platform surrounded by an underground river, four inextinguishable oil lamps can be seen, burning with blue-blue flames.

In the middle of the four oil lamps, there is an ancient sarcophagus.

This scene reminds me of the tomb I saw under the Su family, and then look at this huge tomb, through the light of the night pearl, I can also vaguely see ancient patterns carved in various positions of the stone wall, as if telling some ancient legends.

Shaking my head, I looked at the sarcophagus surrounded by four inextinguishable oil lamps.

The asura who rushed in stopped on the bank of the underground river, as if he didn't dare to cross over, and kept bowing to the sarcophagus.

I was amazed, and suddenly the feeling of being watched came back to me. This time, I didn't hesitate, and after showing the gold brick in my hand, I smashed it hard where I felt it.

The brick streaked out a golden light and smashed it on something.

"Hey, hey, hey... I've always found you a little weird. A heart-pounding voice rang out from the shadows, and a man in a bloody robe grabbed the gold bricks I had thrown and stepped out of the shadows.

A gray mist enveloped his head, making it impossible to see his appearance.

But I don't want to see it again at all, that guy has a bloody broken neck.

The dead man, since the incident of the Su family, has not seen him for a long time.

When I saw the bronze lamp he owned appear in Jiang Fang's hand, I thought that this guy might be dead.

No, strictly speaking, he can't be considered alive.

"So you've been stalking me?" I raised the fiery spear in my hand, and with the power of the 'Heavenly Beings' in my body, I was not as afraid of him as I was before.

The Dead Daoist has the power of being called the 'Ghost King', and he is in the middle of a thousand-year-old white bone, and I don't want to do it rashly without knowing his purpose.

"Stalking you? Ha, I think it's easy to kill you. "The Dead Man sounds like a joke.

"And you want to try?" My voice sank slightly, but the Dead Daoist didn't care much and pinched the golden brick condensed by Qi with his five fingers: "Little ghost, don't think that you can use the power of the heavens to show off your might in front of me. Sooner or later, one day, I will kill you, but not now. ”

After saying Sen Leng's words, he turned to the sarcophagus surrounded by the dark river. I soon realized that he had come for the sarcophagus, or rather, for the bronze objects that might have been present in the sarcophagus.

At the moment when the dead man left, I followed closely.

His mind moved, and without hesitation, he used the divine power of three heads and six arms, the demon slashing sword, the demon slashing knife, the fire spear, the Qiankun circle, the yin and yang double sword, and the six Qihua divine soldiers slashed towards the dead Daoist together.

The Dead Daoist immediately sensed my coming, and although he didn't have a head, he sneered: "You want to stop me? You are really not afraid of death! ”

He showed a sword with a cold light shimmering, blocking the attacks of the six divine soldiers left and right, and then a sword swung out, and the cold light condensed a three-foot-long sword qi on the sword, and I couldn't dodge it, and he cut off an arm.

Although it was a Dharma body, the severe pain still made me sweat, but now I couldn't let him pass safely, after dragging him back, I immediately rushed back, and under the hood of the Ninth Street Divine Fire, the raging flames suddenly rose, engulfing the figure of the dead Dao man inside.

Can it be successful?

I gasped and nervously watched as the golden flames in the Divine Fire Shroud surged.

The spirit séance consumed a lot of Qi from me, and after experiencing the battle with the asura, and then fighting with the dead people, I was already a little unable to support it, and I could only fight quickly with a thunderous blow.

"Click!"

However, a cracking sound made me grit my teeth and quickly stood up: "Damn." ”

Brush! A sword light slashed, and the arm I held the machete was also severed, and the golden agitated Qi that splattered out from the fracture was not blood.

The Demon Slashing Sword fell, colliding with the flying sword of the Shimmering Coldlight.

At the same time, the Ninth Street Divine Fire Cover was shattered, and a violent black gas swept away the golden divine fire, and the Dead Daoist rushed out with black smoke all over his body, shouted angrily, grabbed my whole person and smashed it to the ground.

The collision between the back and the ground shattered the spine and armor.

I felt the sweet blood spilling from my mouth and nose, and I desperately gritted my teeth and stabbed the fire-tipped spear, demon slaying sword, and yin and yang double swords on my four arms into the body of the dead man.

"You want to kill me?" The Dead Daoist finally realized my intention to exchange injuries for injuries, and a hint of annoyance appeared in his voice, and he immediately let go of me to get out.

However, at this time, the machete and the Qiankun circle held in the arm that he had cut off fell from the sky.

The Qiankun circle shattered into the body of the dead Daoist, and the demon knife went straight up and down, piercing him fiercely, and at the same time nailed through my body, nailing the two of us together.

"You want to die?" The Dead Dao was a little furious, and at the same time a little incredulous.

I coughed up several mouthfuls of blood before I said weakly, "No, it's just you who will die." ”

As soon as the words fell, I immediately lifted the state of possession, and the injuries I suffered when I was in the Dharma Body would not be borne by the physical body, which is why I dared to exchange injuries for injuries and fight for my life in this way.

The moment I lifted the Dharma Body séance, the six weapons also turned into the Qi of the Heavenly Beings and dissipated, I grabbed the jade Ruyi in my hand, smashed the gray mist on the head of the dead Daoist, and smashed it on his bloody neck with my eyes closed.

"Ah——!!!h

The Dead Daoist let out an incomparably terrible scream, and an incomparably strong gray-white dead air came out of the whole body.

I gasped and stared nervously at the twisting of the grayish-white dead air.

But when the dead man staggered out, I couldn't help but turn pale.

This thing... Why is it so hard?

He was out of anger, and it was the first time in so many years that he had been so badly wounded!

To add insult to injury, he was badly wounded, and I was at least exhausted and close to collapse.

"After so many years, I didn't expect to see two old friends before I was wiped out."

Suddenly, the same voice that had appeared before reappeared.

"Are you called the Dead Daoist now? It seems that you have suffered a heavy blow unexpectedly, and with your current state, can you still devour my power? ”

"Cut." The Dead Daoist seemed to be a little frightened by the voice, and I couldn't find the source of the voice, only to see the asura kowtow even harder after hearing the voice, and his whole body trembled.

"Want to do it?" The voice asked, and I sensed a hint of playful madness in it.

The Dead Daoist didn't say anything, and directly turned into a gray cloud and rushed to the entrance and left.

I didn't move, I looked at the sarcophagus quietly, knowing that the voice spoke leisurely again: "The old man, is it you?" ”

"I don't think I know the ghosts of more than a thousand years ago." I said bluntly, "Are you a god in a coffin?" Or, the resentful spirit of the Eight Hundred Army Souls? ”

"He is both a god and a resentful spirit." The voice was heavy and tired, "Young man, why are you here?" ”

"Are you awake all the time?" I asked.

The voice replied magnificently, "No, I spend most of my time chaotic and sleeping. It was your Qi that woke me up and gave me a rare clarity. ”

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

"But you'd better be quick, I'm getting less and less awake."

"Tell me about Yuan Sunchen. All, you know. ”