Bodha Yuding in the Eastern Tomb.

As the mausoleum of Cixi, although the outer buildings are the same as the rest of Tangling, there is a cloudy wind and miserable fog.

But in the small area at the entrance of the mausoleum, there is a gathering of spiritual ideas, turning into a thin mist around the surroundings, with the fragrant fragrance of the four escapes, which is incompatible with the surrounding gloomy ghost realm, just like the dojo of the king of the earth in the underworld.

In addition, at the location of the entrance of Dingdongling, there is also a golden light, and thousands of immortals and gods have emerged.

"Sure enough, Cixi, the old witch, still wants to become an immortal and a god, so the entrance of the mausoleum will be yin and yang, if I pass from here, with the help of this place qi baptism, I am afraid that out of thin air I can have more than ten years of yang life."

"However, this place is also an important pass for the old witch Cixi, turning death into life, and the garrison must not be bad, and let me test one or two." Lu Zhongyi, who had a treasure mark on his head, looked at his surroundings and snapped his fingers.

The treasure seals surrounded by many auspicious lights on the top suddenly made a pleasant sound, and the phantoms of many immortals and gods around them descended several places, and blessed the monks who followed, these monks suddenly stared at each other, and all kinds of visions appeared on their bodies, and then jumped up, or stepped on the lotus, or rode the auspicious clouds, and rushed towards the entrance.

But before they could get close to the entrance, a surging corpse qi rushed out from the ground, and the corpse qi was surging like a mountain torrent, easily breaking through the blessing of the immortal god phantom, and with a wave of both hands, several monks were torn to pieces.

"Bow down!" Lu Zhongyi looked at the appearance of the zombie bathed in blood in front of him, and his face changed slightly.

As the "No. 1 Warrior of Daqing" who made great contributions at the beginning of the establishment of the Daqing Kingdom in the past, he made great military achievements, was a very popular minister, and still contained a little founding dragon spirit, and later he was imprisoned and sentenced to death.

Ao Bai used to be one of the most suitable materials for cultivating zombies in the eyes of many evil monks, and his portrait was also circulated in the cultivation world for a while.

It's a pity that after Ao Bai's death, his body was missing, and this matter was not resolved.

Lu Zhongyi also didn't expect to see Aobai in this place.

At this time, Ao Bai has been affected by the last dragon qi in Cixi's mausoleum, which can be said to be a collection of founding dragon qi, iron-blooded military qi, killing evil qi, death resentment, and last dragon qi in one.

Although it is limited by the personality, it is still only a bronze armored corpse, but because it is affected by the last generation of the founding of the country, the two dragon qi are different from the ordinary bronze armored corpse.

Pale golden lines covered his skin, and he felt like a golden armored corpse.

"Go!" Lu Zhong pointed to a monk in front of him and spoke, and then one of the treasure seals appeared with a phantom of a god holding a green dragon glaive sword.

This deity is the Emperor Guan Emperor who has been canonized by the Great Qing Kingdom several times.

The name of the practice of Lu Zhongyi is "Mixed Yuan Hongyang Emperor Extreme Jindan Nine Lotus Ti Holy Ten Thousand Gods Treasure Scroll", which is the highest method of the consistent (prevention) path in the past, and is essentially very similar to the "Please God (Defense) Dafa" in the main world where Yuan Qingwei is located.

The only difference is that the "Treasure Scroll of the Ten Thousand Gods" practiced by Lu Zhongyi can absorb a lot of incense and wish power almost unlimitedly, forming a fairy town, summoning the phantom of the immortals when needed, blessing others, and forming a strong combat power.

Now, many of the monks who followed him into the mausoleum have been bewitched by him with the secret method corresponding to the "Treasure Scroll of the Ten Thousand Gods" and have become his followers.

At this time, after he summoned Emperor Guan's phantom, he blessed a tall middle-aged man with tiger-eyed eyes.

This person himself is one of the few martial arts masters in the cultivation world, full of qi and determined, and it took a lot of effort for Lu Zhongyi to surrender him.

At this time, with the blessing of Emperor Guan's phantom, a pair of divine armor that was almost substantial suddenly appeared on the surface of the middle-aged man's body.

Lu Zhongyi was not enough, and with a flick of his long sleeves, a glaive knife flew out, and there was a strong incense wish condensed on it.

If Yuan Qingwei was here, he would definitely find that this thing was somewhat similar to the treasure knife that Zhan Siyuan was holding that day, but it was a pity that there was no corresponding method to practice, and the divine power was too complicated compared to the one in Zhan Siyuan's hand.

The middle-aged man who got this glaive knife was also very powerful, but Lu Zhongyi was still not at ease, stretched out his hand a little, the middle-aged man showed a painful look, but finally raised his hand and waved it at Aobai, and a chilling edge with terrifying divine power emerged.

After the man swung the knife, the blood and qi in his body quickly drained and merged into the treasure knife in his hand, and the glaive knife that was enshrined by the incense also turned into flying ashes, leaving only a golden and red sword light.

The sword light fell, and Ao Bai also felt threatened, and countless black ash and black dust like carbon slag appeared around his body, these dusts were almost the constituent of corpse qi, and the relationship with Emperor Guan's divine power was like fire and water.

The collision between the two immediately caused a huge tremor, and the earth within dozens of feet around shook with it, and the house collapsed.

At the same time, because of the topography of this place, the unjust souls gathered also converged, turning into a chaotic and hazy evil cloud and mist shrouded in the periphery of Aobai's body.

The astonishing sword light and huge vibration naturally alarmed the many monks who sneaked into the mausoleum.

"What is this?" Yuan Qing, who had just unraveled the two iron-armored corpses, raised his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of Dingdongling, and found that the golden-red sword light that crossed the void had a vague three-point atmosphere of Zhan Siyuan cutting through the polluted area.

"I can't imagine that there is such a strong person in this world! Looks like I'm going to speed things up! ”

After speaking, Yuan Qingwei stepped up and walked into the palace.

The strange thing is that the palace here is very empty, and there is nothing wrong with it, Yuan Qingwei took out the Sancai Guanyun Mirror to look, and saw an illusory gatehouse standing in the center of the Shou Palace.

The gatehouse is ten zhang high, there is no portal, but there is chaos inside, there is no bright light, even if the Sancai Guanyun mirror shines, it is only possible to see the wisps of black airflow, from all sides of the Shou Palace, converge and merge into the portal.

The rest of the things are more than that, but they can't see clearly, and when they look up, Yuan Qingwei saw the three words of the ghost gate again.

"House of Bliss?" Looking at the three words of the ghost gate, Yuan Qingwei's eyes changed slightly.

He found that these three characters were somewhat similar to some of the seals in the virtual netherworld of the Bliss Spirit House, and he didn't know whether the Bliss Spirit House was a reference to the magic of the ghost gate of the Netherworld, or the pattern of this place, which came from the same origin as the Bliss Spirit House.

Yuan Qingwei, who knew that the yin world was weird, thought of the three treasures and jade Ruyi in his heart, the magic weapon and the heart were in harmony, and the faint purple qi filled the limbs and hundreds of remains, resisting the sneak attack curse that could appear at any time, and then walked into the doorway.

As soon as he entered the gatehouse, Yuan Qingwei felt a subtle change in space.

Then you will see the temples and towers made of flesh walls and bone tiles, these buildings are high and low, extremely spectacular and majestic, if it were not for their special materials, anyone who sees them will be amazed by the ingenuity and mystery of their design.

"This architectural style is ...... Forbidden city! Yuan Qingwei looked at this unique layout and immediately thought of a very special place.

Continuing forward, Yuan Qingwei saw a long river blocked, the long river meandered from west to east, the river was turbid and dark, and if you looked closely, you could see the flow of five colors, and there was a little dragon qi condensation.