Chapter 292: Curse of Filthy Blood

After calming down, the inner coffin was hoisted out by machinery, and the outer coffin below was directly put away, and after doing these miscellaneous things, Tang Shengxian came to the inner coffin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There are seven soul-suppressing nails nailed on the inner coffin, which is called so, but it is not the same as the soul-suppressing nails in the Central Plains, after all, people don't believe this, holding a crowbar, Tang Shengxian lifted out these thick nails one by one.

With a shock to the capacity of the coffin, the coffin lid flipped over and flew up. The jet-black gas instantly spread. However, Tang Shengxian had never been exposed to the air here when he came out of the digger, and no matter whether the gas was good or bad, it had no effect on him.

Tang Shengxian also saw the scene inside the coffin. The gold-trimmed white cloth is also a little yellowed, covering the black corpse below, is this the legendary Genghis Khan?

The corpse is not decomposed, it seems that in order to keep the corpse intact embalming - poured with mercury, the tomb of the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty has basically not been excavated, and this is the first time Tang Shengxian has seen such a person.

Xiao Ai quickly modeled and calculated the skull of the corpse, and a few seconds later, a three-dimensional portrait appeared in front of Tang Shengxian's eyes, which was seven or eight points similar to the illustrations in history textbooks. Confirmation is Genghis Khan himself, no doubt.

After pouring mercury, there is no possibility of corpse transformation, so that Temujin zongzi will not be visible.

The detection ray swept across the coffin, and apart from a few simple funerary goods, it was of little value, in stark contrast to the luxury of the outer coffin. However, Tang Shengxian did not open the inner coffin to seek wealth, he wanted to break Mongolia's luck first.

Black dog blood destroys evil, but there is another kind of blood that is indeed filthy, although it is not a magical thing in terms of scientific composition. But whether in ancient times or in modern times, it is something that needs to be avoided, otherwise it will fall into blood mold.

But look at this kind of thing in a different way, you will dig out its value, Tang Shengxian has never claimed to be a righteous master, even if it is the authentic sect of Maoshan, there are many secret techniques in it, the reason why it is called a secret technique is not only because of its huge power, but also because it also hurts the heavens and harmony.

Some can hide from the world, while others need to understand cause and effect, but at the expense, they can still achieve the effect they want.

And what Tang Shengxian is going to perform now is such a secret technique, and this is also the first time he has used it.

Because Tang Shengxian's cultivation is a bit miscellaneous, he also studied and practiced at the same time, so the types of materials needed are also strange, but in the environment of the later generations, as long as you have money, you can get things that are difficult to get.

And this kind of blood soup sage got a lot, but the whole process was handled by his subordinates, which avoided the suspicion of being mistaken for a pervert.

Control the robot to pour out a whole basin of filthy blood sealed in glassware, and only locust wood can withstand this slow filth in the spell.

Focusing on filthy blood, constantly adding various powders and materials to the basin, Tang Shengxian had words in his mouth, and there was nothing to stir, but the center of the mixed liquid produced a lot of whirlpools, allowing the materials to fully integrate with filthy blood.

In the end, Tang Shengxian held three talismans that he had never seen before in his right hand, lit them with a heart fire, and directly threw them into them after burning more than half of the talismans.

Some viscous mixtures suddenly boiled, and the reaction was very violent, and in less than five seconds, the red mist vaporized directly, and instead of diffuse, it was pinched by Tang Shengxian and led to the corpse in the coffin.

Today, Genghis Khan, who has been dead for seventeen years, has fallen into "blood mold", and there is no one else.

Looking at the black and red qi with an evil luster tightly wrapping his black corpse layer after layer, the scene was indescribably weird, Tang Shengxian also felt a little unnatural, after casting the secret technique, he hid far away, he was also afraid of being contaminated with this kind of thing, although he had a way to remove its effect, but there was always a pimple in his heart.

When all the blood in the basin was gone, Temujin's body was no longer visible, and it seemed to be wrapped in a blood-colored cocoon.

A sigil swept away into the wind, striking directly at the location of the skull wrapped in a cocoon.

"Boom~~" The entire cocoon shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye until it completely turned into black-red powder. Although the change in volume was very wrong, Tang Shengxian still knew that Temujin's body was all in this pile of powder.

Walked forward, sprinkled a thick layer of grass and wood ash in the inner coffin, covered the powder just now, and then manipulated the robot to close the lid of the coffin and nailed all the seven soul suppression nails upside down.

When the last nail fell, the whole plane became a little different, and although no one could detect it, the fortune did change.

The direct descendants of Temujin, such as Möngke and Kublai Khan, all felt inexplicable palpitations in their sleep and woke up sweating profusely. But they were at a loss, but they had no way of knowing that their father and grandfather had been completely "cursed".

Although the technique is very different, it is very similar to a curse.

After doing this, Tang Shengxian did not leave immediately, just now he fought all the way from the main hall and went straight to the dormitory, he took the shortest route, the area he visited in the entire underground palace was only one-tenth of twelve, and there were a large number of tombs that had not been entered, at this time the business had been done, but he could take a walk and take a walk.

Sounds a little creepy. But Tang Shengxian is really enjoying the process.

Tang Shengxian was enjoying it, and the sun was slowly rising. Although the prince and grandson were awakened, they slept very peacefully in the first half of the night, but Naima Zhenhou did not sleep all night.

Thousands of instructions were given to let Nielegui come back with a flying eagle if he had a situation, but now, two days have passed, not a single letter eagle has flown back, and she can't sleep even more when she is suspicious by nature, even if Nelegui is full of confidence when she leaves, it can't make him feel at ease. After all, this Dao killer can't be guessed by common sense.

"Son, see mother." Guiyou, who has been sick since childhood, is the son of Empress Naima, and she is bent on electing Guiyou as the Great Khan of Mongolia, and if there is no phone call from Tang Shengxian, Guiyou will inherit the throne in three or four years, but she is still the regent of Empress Naimazhen.

Although there are some differences, it still reminds Tang Shengxian of Cixi and Guangxu.

"Get up, are you feeling better today?" As a Mongolian man, it is quite humiliating to be in poor health, and he is also a royal family.

"It's better. It's just that I didn't sleep well in the second half of the night, and I suddenly woke up for some reason. Guiyu whispered.

"Oh? It must be that the illness is not well yet. Naima said with some assumptions.

"It's not, several of my uncle's younger brothers woke up at the same time last night for some reason."

"What did you say?" Naima asked in a lost voice.

(To be continued.) )