The black snake was full of strength, and Zhuo Xiong almost pulled the trigger on its head with the Bayi bar.

"Click", this is the sound of the gun hanging up after there is no bullet to supply, Zhuo Xiong didn't have time to replenish the magazine just now, and the Bayi bar in his hand at this time has completely become a burning stick. The snake's head was thicker than its body, and the hole was still a little rocky, and it was still slapping indiscriminately, and the snake's core almost licked Zhuoxiong's face several times.

Zhuo Xiong held the Bayi bar and smashed the snake's nose with the butt of his gun: ", there's really no way!" ”

The radius here is only the size of a bathroom, sooner or later it will become the snack of this big snake, rather than burying himself in the belly of the snake, it is better to go down and meet the zombie, at least deal with that thing, Cha Wenbin is still a little sure: "Zha Brown, carry the slate with me!" ”

"Huh? There's a weak man down there! ”

Cha Wenbin had one hand on the stone slab: "Do you want to be eaten by a snake?" ”

Zha Brown shook his head again and again: "I don't want to, I really don't want to." While meditating on the Buddha's blessing for a year, he sighed: "There is a snake in front and a weak man in the back, how can such an unfortunate thing happen to me." ”

Zhuo Xiong over there couldn't stand it anymore, the snake had already swept away the outer stones, and after staring at the three people inside, he slammed his body back, which was a necessary action before the snake attacked, and the next second it would rush in like an arrow off the string.

Zhuo Xiong turned around to help, and the three of them combined to exert a force, and the stone slab "creaked" and finally opened. A black shadow swooped out from below, and at the same time, the head of the big black snake outside had already raised its head and stabbed into the hole with a "hiss". Between the lightning and flint, the big black snake only felt that it had something in its mouth, and it took it out as soon as its neck was retracted.

Zha Brown and Zhuo Xiong were dumbfounded, and a zombie dressed in red was bitten by the big snake before he could make a move.

Cha Wenbin hurriedly urged: "Go down, quickly!" ”

Zhuo Xiong was the last to go down, and before leaving, he saw that the poor zombie was swallowed by the big snake in its mouth, shook it from side to side twice.

As soon as the stone slab was moved back up, the big snake roared and pounced on, this stone slab was placed in a depression, if there was no hand into the trough would not move, the big snake had brute force, but there was nothing to be done.

After going down here, it is a tunnel about one person wide, and it is about ten meters away from a long walk to a clearing, and there are many torches scattered on the ground, Chaozi picked up a few casually, turned off the flashlight, and lit it with a fire fold.

It was a hall, bigger than they had imagined, and there were many coffins lined up in it, and each coffin had a piece of paper attached to it, some of which was still intact, and some of which were broken.

Cha Wenbin came to a well-preserved coffin, he squatted down and looked at the paper, and after gently sweeping the dust off it with his fingers, a line of red cinnabar painting patterns slowly appeared, with a bright red character written on it: The Imperial Decree is here!

"Zombie Talisman!" He was shocked, he didn't expect to find the usual charm of the Maoshan Sect in such an underground world on the snowy plateau: the corpse suppression talisman. There was also a seal at the foot of the talisman, and the small seals on it made him feel particularly eye-catching: Heavenly Master Dao Treasure! He took out a blank rune paper from his arms and pasted it on the coffin, the size was just the same, and Cha Wenbin suddenly sat down on the ground.

Zhuo Xiong and Zha Brown hurriedly helped him up and asked, "What's the matter, what's the problem?" Although they were also puzzled by the large number of coffins and those sigils that appeared here, Cha Wenbin was not like this.

Cha Wenbin looked at the blank talisman in his hand and said, "Not only is there a problem, but it is a big problem." ”

Zhuo Xiong comforted him and said: "Isn't it just a talisman, maybe a master has been here before, and when he saw that there were many zombies here, he suppressed it, and no one said that a Taoist priest had never been here in Tibet." ”

"You don't understand the meaning of this talisman." As he spoke, Cha Wenbin handed the blank talisman in his hand to Zhuo Xiong and said, "All sects and sects of Taoism will use paper to draw talismans, which are divided into black and yellow. In the past, there were many Taoist sects, and each family had its own unique sigils, but more of them were the sigils handed down by our ancestors. The drawing method of the talisman is basically the same, so in order to distinguish which one drew the talisman, each school made a distinction from the size of the paper. Some sects use 33 black paper symbols, yellow paper uses nine, and some are 30 and seven, and our Tianzheng Dao is a small sect so we chose 23.3 black paper and 5.3 yellow paper, all of which are cut with gold scissors according to their own size, and the error is not good. Size is the difference between the various sects, just like the number in your army, each team has its own number, you can't make mistakes, and you can't make mistakes. ”

Zhuo Xiong took the empty talisman and made a gesture, and the size and the plastered on the coffin were really the same: "You mean that this talisman was pasted by the predecessors of the Heavenly Righteous Dao?" Could this be a coincidence? ”

Cha Wenbin took the empty talisman and said: "If it is a coincidence in size, there are many small sects and those who are like idle clouds and wild cranes, and it is possible that the size will meet." He took out his big seal wrapped in red cloth and turned it out and said: "This seal was handed down from the hands of Ling Zhengyang, the ancestor of the first generation of founding teachers, and outsiders will never have it, but you see." He poked the big seal on the blank talisman, and the four big characters "Heavenly Master Dao Treasure" fell on the lower right corner of the talisman, which was exactly the same as the seal on the foot of the talisman on the coffin.

"The seal is unique to the sect, it is the symbol of each sect, and the seal of each sect can engrave these four words, but the method will never be the same. At that time, the seals were all hand-carved, and it was impossible to carve two identical seals, and my seal had a flaw, that is, the three verticals on the right side of the "Dao" were short on both sides and long in the middle, which was said to be deliberately done by the ancestor, and he believed that the three of heaven, earth and man should be centered on people. If you look at this sigil again, it is also two short and one long in the middle, and this seal is the one in my hand, and I won't look away. ”

The two of them looked at it, and if this was the case, in this way, there were seniors from Cha Wenbin's sect who had visited here a long time ago, but who was it? Cha Wenbin had never heard of such a thing from the people of Qingfeng Dao, and looking at the scene here, it was a thousand years old, at least one of the earliest heads of the sect.

Zhuo Xiong said: "Then it must be that the ancestor has a spirit in the sky, and Brother Wen Bin is here to let us avoid the pursuit of the strange snake, and it is arranged in the dark." ”

"Who could it be?" Cha Wenbin couldn't think of it even if he broke his head, Tibet has been the controlled territory of Buddhism since ancient times, and Taoism in the Central Plains would appear here, and left so many sigils. Looking at the notes of the runes, sonorous and powerful, there is a sense of righteousness in the pen, if Cha Wenbin is doing this, he thinks he can't do it.

Could it be the author of that book? He also thought about this problem, but the book only mentioned that there was a heavenly moat here and left, and there was no mention of such a coffin array. However, since he was sure that his ancestors had been here, Cha Wenbin's heart calmed down a little, looking at those coffins, he could guess that eighty percent of them were zombies.

After counting, there are a total of one hundred and three coffins here, some have been opened, some are still closed, most of them are well preserved, and only four coffins have been opened. The ashes on one of the coffins were the thinnest, and it could be seen that they had only been opened recently and shook off, and it was estimated that the one who fed the snake just now was the master inside.

So who are buried in these coffins? The speed just now was too fast, and several people didn't see it clearly, if it weren't for the fear of the ancestors' blame, Cha Wenbin had the urge to open it and take a look.

Zhuo Xiong found a place to go out in the southwest corner, and he found that the temperature there was relatively low, presumably an exit to the outside world. After giving three sticks of incense to the dead sleeping in the coffin, Cha Wenbin was ready to get up and say goodbye, telling them that he didn't mean to disturb, but just borrowed a way.

As he walked over, Cha Wenbin's eyes were drawn to something in the shape of a shrine in the center of the hall, which was covered with a thick blanket and was also crowded with ash, and from several directions he felt that there should be something underneath the blanket.

"Wait." Cha Wenbin shouted.

He walked over to the blanket and took a deep breath, then gently picked it up with his seven-star sword. The blanket was slowly lifted by him, and the true thought inside was slowly revealed: a person with a blackened face was sitting in a shrine......