It can also be said that it is to help Shixian improve.

If Kong Qionglou wants to repair, he still needs to personally reverse the infinite, Zhou Tian, Dayan, its use, and even the three that belong to "giving birth to all things". However, through the hands of Guanyin Master, as long as he participates in the research according to the law, it is tantamount to standing on the shoulders of the two giants, and he can also inherit the legacy, and he does not have to break the road and cut the thorns alone.

That's a good thing, but why choose at a time like this?!

After the refinement of "Taixuan", it has become more active. The layout of 10,000 characters conceals the operation law of the universe, and it is endless. Each word knows when and where it should appear, and is constantly combined into new sentences, explaining the true meaning and changing from moment to moment.

"Tame and mysterious, infinite and like the sky. Yin and yang, multiply the system with yang, and form all things. Fangzhou Department, three sparse. Chen Qijiu, thinking that he had several lives and praised the group outline, was a comprehensive name. ”

"What is the way?"

"What is the Tao?"

"Why can't the word be named?"

......

When he raised his eyes and looked at the prohibition on Wang's case, Kong Qionglou suddenly brightened. There, the glyph changes, as if it is a little different from before, and a hint of ambiguity can be faintly seen. That's because the infinite number in the sea of divine consciousness "sees" the outside world through his eyes, and then adjusts the arrangement, so that his mind is clear and his eyes are clear.

Before he officially started to repair, he added a pair of eyes that were pure and original!

Meanwhile.

The other two large bags on the head turned into warm currents, surging down from the left and right sides, quickly nourishing the arms and repairing the injuries caused by the star-picking hands. After a while, there was no more pain in the arms, the texture of the blood veins became more and more stable, showing the appearance of overflowing, and the remaining massive essence had nowhere to go, but it did not hurt the body, and finally compressed into a mass and fused with the arm bones.

It seems that Guanyin Master has the ability to do things like a god, and has calculated every step well.

Kong Qionglou didn't dare to rub it at the moment, the dragon spirit was fierce, and he raised the wine jar and smashed it towards the weakest point of the prohibition!

"Boom!!"

Although the mysterious qi machine was taken for granted in ancient times, to this day, even if it is more difficult to break than other places, after all, it has still experienced the wear and tear of time. Under the pure origin, according to the weakest place, the miraculous effect was immediately seen, the ancient characters flew into a corner, and the prohibition of undertaking the upper and lower levels was broken. On the case, King Chuping's corpse also reacted, shaking the bell with his broken arm, and making a bell that was unwilling to be lonely, one higher than the other.

Human head, violent convulsions!!

......

"Fourth brother, can you draw that headless bodhisattva?"

Outside the tomb, Yaren Sihao calmed down and planned to be cheeky to the end. The appearance of the headless bodhisattva also shocked them.

The Blood Ink Painter didn't bother to answer the question, raised his eyes to look at the periphery of the corpses, and frowned, "Something is wrong!"

...... I don't know when the whole group of corpses seems to have become quiet, no longer irritable. It was as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, his eyes were almost closed, and he no longer had the fierce posture that belonged to the corpse. At first, he thought it was controlled by the Ye maniac in the tomb, but after looking at it for a while, he felt that it was not like that.

Peeling Xiucai said, "Hey, what did the Headless Bodhisattva do to them?!"

The blood ink painter shook his head: "It's not like a bodhisattva." Looking like this, it was more like the corpses had cut off contact with the man, and fell into a state of temporary ownerless sleep. The leaf maniac is gone?"

"Buzz ......"

The bell that had been silent for a long time came out from the underground palace, and it gradually became powerful, and you can be sure that there must be a strange change happening inside.

"Roar!"

Suddenly.

The black tiger roared in the sky, as if sensing something, and rushed into the valley tomb with a desperate momentum.

Suddenly, the corpses also became a hundred times crazier than before, following behind the domineering black tiger walking corpses, pouring into the valley like a levee, so that the narrow valley mouth was blocked tightly, and they still scrambled to trample on each other, going forward and one after another, and the demon corpses were stacked!

The Blood Ink Painter hesitated again and again, and he sighed when he saw the black tiger walking corpse passing through most of the tomb and about to rush into the entrance of the underground palace.

"Hey, what is chance, who can tell?"

He used the tip of his left index finger to cut the belly of his right index finger and hung a drop of blood. Before the other three could be shocked, the blood-stained finger waved in front of them, and drew a portal in the air, and they didn't know where it led.

Push the door in!

"Fourth!"

"Fourth brother!"

The figure of the Bloody Ink Painter vanished outside the valley, and the standing portal disappeared with it. But the next moment, in the middle of the tomb near the entrance of the underground palace, a door blocking the way appeared inexplicably, and someone pushed the door out with his cheeks, which happened to block the way of the black tiger's rush!

A mouthful of old blood in the face.

With a wave of your hand, you can see the wall.

The Black Tiger hits a wall!!

Perhaps the walls painted with blood and ink were too strong, or the momentum of the tiger corpse rushing forward was too violent, and it smashed the huge tiger head on the spot. Then there is the body and tail of the tiger, and the whole thing becomes a patty pasted on the wall. The black tiger is not spared, and the demon corpses behind it are needless to say, the mighty corpses are cut off on the spot.

This is, the star list is seventy-five.

The blood ink painter drew a gap from under the wall, took out the twelve volumes of ancient soldiers, and did not bother to wipe the broken flesh of the tiger corpse on the iron scroll, and said to himself: "Those who want to live forever must plan one thing first, and they cannot do it unless they are wise and brave." This is just chance, right?" He judged that something must have happened to the Ye maniac in the tomb, and something big happened!

What's the big deal?

He doesn't care, it's good if something happens.

"Huh, buried alive?!"

I was just about to leave the tomb again, but I caught a glimpse of the second half of the mural and was firmly intrigued.

No one knows how to appreciate paintings better than him, at least the Blood-Ink Painter himself thinks. Since I came here, I had a desire to rush in and see the mural in its entirety, but I still succumbed to the situation and held back. However, the scene of an ancient living burial is presented in front of you, and you have to take a few more looks anyway!

"Fourth brother, are you crazy?" The Divider exclaimed outside the valley, "I have a treasure, don't come out quickly!"

"Eldest sister, don't be in a hurry, and stay. ”

In order to stabilize the three people outside, the blood ink painter drew a small window with his hand, pushed the window and threw the twelve iron scrolls into it, and the military book appeared next to the skinning Xiucai and others, and was held by the three people.

"It's not good, the fourth brother loves painting like his life, and he must see all the murals before he stops. Skinning Xiucai said badly, "I'll call him!"

"No!"

The Bone Crushing Saint shook his head: "The third brother has the strongest combat power, and he is guarding the military book here, don't be taken advantage of by others again, I'll go and get him." ”

The tendon stringer also said: "I'll go too!"

The two couldn't help but say, the war book changed hands, passed through the riotous beasts into the valley, and left the skinning Xiucai in place. The three of them, in fact, are also curious, what is painted in the other half of the mural, the big troll, Ye Maniac and the fourth brother, anyone who sees it can't help but be shocked. Without Ye Maniac, the corpse group naturally couldn't stop the eighty-five and ninetieth stars on the star list.

The two of them came to the obsessed blood ink painter, and although they were shocked by the mural, they did not know how to appreciate it as well as he did, and they still did not forget that they were in danger.

The tendon string master was angry: "Fourth brother, the tiger's mouth is snatching food, and there are changes in the tomb, what are you still doing in a daze!"

The blood ink painter turned his head, "Eldest sister, you see, the ancient king of the ancients actually walked to the tomb by himself......"

"Bang!"

The whole person of the Splitting String Master exploded into a mess, and the Blood Ink Painter happened to witness this scene, and the fragments of flesh and blood poured all over his face!

Amazed.

The Bone Crushing Holy Hand screamed: "Big sister!!"

The skinning Xiucai outside the valley was also stunned, and exclaimed: "Be careful of the figurines!"

No one expected that on both sides of the tomb, a tall mausoleum guard slowly stood up, holding a mud-covered crossbow in his hand. It was he who shot the Splitter Stringer to pieces with a crossbow arrow. Between the movements, there was still a little sluggishness, as if he had been kneeling for too long, so long that even the ancient armorers felt that their joints were stiff, but they opened the crossbow again, turned around and wanted to take arrows from the quiver.

Eight hundred mausoleum guards, their limbs twisted, and they all "lived"!

"Fourth, let's go!!"

The Holy Hand of the Bone Crushing pressed his hands heavily on the ground, and the weeping blood burial power poured into his feet, and many horizontal and vertical lines spread out on the tomb road, square and square, leading to a chessboard. But before it could be completed, he was stabbed through the back of the head with a war spear, the tip of the spear sticking out of his mouth, and the corpse was lifted high and shook like a puppet.

"Roaring ......"

The most loyal armor of the ancient kings, roaring in the sky, brewing supreme terror, wanting to slash and slaughter the corpses in the valley and exterminate all living creatures!

"Second brother!"

The blood ink painter burst into tears and blamed himself, but he also woke up in an instant, drew a portal and escaped in. But he failed to appear outside the valley as he wished, and at the mouth of the valley, a mausoleum guard with a shield and a simple knife strode across and slashed down the void in front of him with a knife, and actually cut out a large cloud of blood out of thin air. Although the method of painting the door is quite magical, it is still not enough, and it is still intercepted and killed halfway!

The blood ink painter also fell out of thin air, he had been cut in half, his belly was flowing all over the ground, and he wailed heartbreakingly: "Third brother, save my !!"

Peeling Xiucai wiped his tears ruthlessly, gritted his teeth and stuffed the iron scroll of the twelve deputy soldiers into his arms, turned around and fled for his life.

Turning a deaf ear.

The difference between a thought and life and death, who cares how many you can rank on the star battle list?

......

Everything that happened outside was not unrelated to Kong Qionglou's actions in the tomb.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

He was almost crazy, constantly hitting the weak point of the prohibition with the wine jar, and finally triggered a chain reaction, and the ancient characters were pushed flat, and they were on the verge of collapse. With the collapse of the ban, King Chuping on the Wang case became more and more struggling. In the end, after the two largest handwritings of "Lord Animal" were also wiped out, there was a sudden uproar in the hall.

"Wang, the deity doesn't want to die!"

"Big troll, I curse your eighteenth generation ancestors......"

"Childe, where are you?!"

In the corner where Kong Qionglou got out, Guanyin, the mermaid fairy and others conjured out of thin air, exactly the same as what happened to him before. Counting the heads, fortunately, there are no less, but looking at their appearance, a moment later, the Bodhisattva may be defeated.

"Hey, what's going on, where is this?"

"We're out?"

The mermaid fairy cried with joy: "Childe!"

Kong Qionglou rushed forward, "What's the matter? Lao Tzu is desperately trying to save you out! Dead monkey, I curse your nineteenth generation ancestors......" He bowed sincerely to Master Guanyin, "Thank you Master for teaching the Fa, it's unforgettable!" Pull up the mermaid and want to break out, although he successfully escaped from the ghost place, but this place is still located in the depths of the tomb, and the corpse on the king's case wants to open his eyes!

King Chuping's dream of immortality is shattered, will he be willing?

But he was grabbed by the wrist by Master Guanyin, and dragged him directly to the Wang case.

"Bodhisattva, what are you doing?!"

Kong Qionglou was shocked and couldn't struggle, so he had to let go of the mermaid and ordered the group: "You go out first, don't stay in the secret territory, go to wait for me outside the sinkhole!!"