Fan Yi and the four of them carried the coffin, and everyone continued to move along the passage.

Hui Jue was still a little worried in his heart, but looking at the bronze coffin, it didn't seem to be unusual, and he was a little relieved.

The passage ahead is as winding and deep as before.

It seems that there is no end in sight, and there is no idea how deep it is or where it leads.

Legend has it that the mountain was moved by many monks from Cangzhou in the north and the masters of the Xuanmen of Leizhou, specifically for the purpose of suppressing the headless corpse demons.

Among them, all kinds of arrangements should not be underestimated.

Fortunately, many of the arrangements in this dungeon are specially used internally to suppress the headless corpse demons, not externally.

Otherwise, such a huge underground palace is arranged, and it is dangerous, and I am afraid that it will not be less than breaking through a Xuanmen Holy Sect.

After walking for about half a mile, I don't know if it was affected by the ferocious aura of the headless corpse demon, and the passage became even colder.

In the air, there was a cold and ominous smell of decay, like the cold breath of a dead man.

The smell makes people can't help but be a little sickened.

There was a strange silence in the passage.

There was no sound around except the footsteps of the crowd.

These ghost-faced horsemen wore bronze masks, and under the masks, the sound of breathing was barely audible.

These people's martial arts cultivation is profound, and when they breathe, they all unconsciously use various breathing techniques, making their breathing calm and weak, and there is hardly any sound.

It's just that at this time, this strange and deep tranquility is squeezing everyone's nerves, and it wants to drag everyone into the abyss of dead silence.

The footsteps of the crowd are neither fast nor slow.

As he went deeper, some scattered spells, yellowed rune papers, dharma scripts, and some mysterious ghost drawing patterns began to appear on the walls on both sides of the passage.

At first, these things were only sporadically carved into the walls.

But as the crowd went deeper, more and more incantations, prayers, and runes were engraved on the walls, until the passages were all carved up and down, left and right.

Through the flickering light of the torches, Huijue could clearly see that some of these mantras engraved on the walls were Sanskrit mantras of Buddhism, such as the Great Compassion Mantra, the Vajra Mantra, the Eight-Character Mantra, and so on.

And some are the immortal seals of the Daomen.

Daomen mantras are generally written by the seal script of the immortal family.

These subtle words themselves are the embodiment of the origin of the Great Dao, so when they are displayed, there are all kinds of mysterious methods.

In addition, there are some secret diagrams of the Yin and Yang family, and even the Haoran holy words of Confucianism and the great proverbs of Legalism.

And all that!

A large number of inscriptions, runes, and scriptures crowded the walls.

At first glance, there are countless and countless counts!

Hui Jue knew about these engraved words and patterns, but he didn't know most of them at all.

It's just that I can probably guess that these are basically the grievances left over from the suppression of the headless corpse demons.

In addition to these inscriptions, there are also some mysterious and mysterious stone carvings.

Some of these patterns depict Buddhist Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, and some depict Daomen Demon Heavenly Master and Tianzun.

The pictures are all lifelike.

From the picture, the awe-inspiring and sacred majesty jumped out, making people feel cold.

Walking in the passages, everyone was a little frightened just by looking at the stone carvings on both sides of these passages, as if their whole body had been seen through and explored.

Going deep into this place, everyone held their breath and stared, not daring to be careless.

Walking cautiously, everyone is looking forward, and their eyes are not squinting.

Finally, along this passage full of an astonishing sense of oppression, everyone walked about a hundred and twenty steps, and finally came to the end.

At the end of the passage is a stone wall three feet high.

The stone walls are mottled and block the road.

It seems that this passage ends here.

When they came to the stone wall, the group stopped and looked at the stone wall blocking the way.

I saw that the dust on the stone wall was buried, covering everything on the stone wall, but if you look closely, you can still see that under the dust, there is a vague dark red letter!

"Edict!"

Edict, that is, the mandate of heaven and the meaning of the law!

It is mostly used by Taoists.

In general, there are many Taoist talismans and decrees with this word to show orders.

I don't know if this big dark red character was written in cinnabar, or if it was outlined by blood.

The handwriting is crisp and sharp, like a sword slashed down, filled with an aura like a thunderbolt!

Just looking at this big dark red letter, everyone only felt an indescribable pressure rushing to their faces.

Under the vast and heavy pressure, it seemed that in front of them was not a word, but a Taoist master who had cultivated to an unfathomable level.

In the face of this big character that has been left for thousands of years, everyone just looked at it, and they had a feeling as if the mountain had suppressed it, which made people's chests suffocated and difficult to breathe.

It's hard to imagine what kind of realm the master of Xuanmen is who left this one edict!

Not only that, but this edict seems to be filled with boundless rhyme.

The more they looked at this inscription, the more they felt that it was full of boundless magic, as if it could absorb all their minds on this big dark red character, so that they couldn't take their eyes off it at all.

This strange feeling seems to snatch away people's souls.

Hui Jue also stared blankly at the big dark red character, his eyes sinking deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to fall into the boundless dark red vortex.

In the passage, the sound of "plop!" and "plop!" sounded, and staring blankly at the edict on the stone wall, one by one the ghost-faced riders fell to their knees with a bang.

"Boom!"

In the huge noise, the bronze coffin weighing about 10,000 catties fell off his hands, smashing the ground to pieces and trembling!

The astonishing sound vibrated through the narrow passages, as if it could shatter a person's eardrum.

However, in the midst of such a loud noise, no one came to their senses.

The blood word ecstasy has completely hooked their minds.

"Plop!"

The four of Fan Yi also fell to their knees with a bang.

Behind them, Hong Yu and Lu Haizhao, who were Kou Sui's personal guards, also knelt down with dull eyes.

At this moment, the only ones left who are still standing are Hui Jue and Kou Sui.

Kou Sui's eyes were dull, his body trembled slightly, as if he wanted to kneel, but there seemed to be an indescribable belief supporting him, making his body stand straight from beginning to end!

This person is ruthless and resolute, and at this moment, he is still unyielding!

And Huijue, his eyes were dull and motionless, like a Buddha statue standing in place.

He just looked straight at the stone wall in front of him.

But I don't know when, Huijue's hands were flat, and they were all pinching a Dharma Defining Seal.