In the chanting sound like the thunder of the heavenly drum, a thin layer of flame light ignited on the black-clothed monk's body, and then injected into the strange patterns on the stone coffin like spirituality.

Seeing this, the stout man's face was full of joy.

Qi Jingzhi frowned, the way the black-clothed monk in front of him opened the stone coffin was unheard of, not to mention what was in the coffin, the intentions of these two people alone could be called sinister.

According to the "Great Qi Law", the robbery of the grave is a crime that cannot be pardoned, and those who have opened the grave are also thieves, and the wealth is not injured by the corpse, and the stabbing is matched with the border state; Those who open the coffin are hanged with robbers; Those who destroy the remains are considered to be murderous and beheaded.

However, tomb robbers send graves, only satisfied with the property of the tomb and do not open the coffin to see the corpse is very rare, once the government captures, most of them or hanged or beheaded, the risk can be described as extremely great, it is a stout man to say that this is a head-killing business.

When Qi Jingzhi entered the tomb, the stout man and the black-clothed monk were lying on the stone coffin, and at this moment, seeing that their deeds were revealed, the two of them made a decision immediately, one instructed with his eyes, and the other pinched the seal and recited the mantra, touching the stone coffin, and he didn't know what he thought in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, all the lines on the stone coffin were lit up by the flames, and there was a clattering sound of wood cracks inside.

"It worked! Last time, I tried my best, but I couldn't help this stone coffin, and the mage's methods are really good!"

The stout man was overjoyed and couldn't help but lean closer to the sarcophagus to look.

Unexpectedly, with a bang, the top cover of the sarcophagus suddenly opened, and in an instant, a small half was slid open, and a big black hand poked out of it, grabbed the neck of the stout man, and dragged him into the stone coffin!

The stout man only had time to let out a short exclamation, and then fell silent, and then the sound of flesh cracking and cracking flesh and bones sounded in the stone coffin.

Qi Jingzhi had already taken a step forward, wanting to stop the black-clothed monk from continuing to chant the mantra, but at this time, he suddenly stopped his body, and the anger on his face disappeared, leaving only a little stunned that he didn't know what to say.

Now there is no need for the official government to punish them, and the owner of the tomb himself chewed and ate the robbers who broke into the house and robbed them alive.

When he looked at the black-clothed monk again, this person seemed to have expected it, and there was no surprise on his face, but he calmly put away the Dharma seal, folded his hands, and bowed to the stone coffin: "Good! The donor has done a lot of evil in this life, and he deserves this reward!"

On the side of the wall of the tomb, Qi Jingzhi silently rolled the red gold knife into beads and put it in his arms, and then put the cow ear sharp knife back into the sheath, and then raised his hand and pulled out the fried life from behind.

The black-clothed monk seemed to be aware of it, and immediately turned around, and also bowed to the young man, and said regretfully: "After today, the stone coffin of this tomb will be placed here, it is really a pity, I don't know if the donor is interested?"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi smiled and exclaimed, "The mage is really merciful!"

Before the words fell, he was already violently exerting force under his feet, lifting his knife like a vertical wing, and flew towards the black-clothed demon monk next to the stone coffin.

Before he could rush closer, the demon monk had already retreated, using a stone coffin to separate himself from the boy.

After landing on the ground, the demon monk slapped his palm on the stone coffin, and the flames of the black monk's robe rose again, and he exhaled like thunder: "A hundred calamities, a thousand turns, a sharp blade and a fierce light, the big black god, protect my body!"

As if in harmony with these few incantations, a roar that was not like a human voice immediately came from the stone coffin, and a bloody thigh was thrown out of it, and it smashed into the young man who was carrying the knife.

Most of the flesh on the thighs had been eaten, revealing the white bones.

Qi Jingzhi immediately swung his knife to block, and the blade and leg bones struck each other, and it was a loud sound.

With a shake of his arm, he poured the wing-washing energy into the blade of the knife, and scattered the vigorous force coming from the leg bone, and was about to swing the knife again, but saw the top of the stone coffin rise from the coffin, rolling and crashing towards him, and the sound of the strong wind followed.

Qi Jingzhi's pupils shrank, and he didn't resist, but squatted on his knees, letting the heavy stone cover fly over his head and slam into the brick wall behind him.

Just listening to the loud rumbling sound, the already broken tomb wall collapsed even more completely.

Qi Jingzhi didn't have time to look back, his eyes were fixed on the tall figure standing up from the stone coffin, with an indigo face, shrugging horns and branches, a pitch-black body, a head full of red hair, and a mouth

The horned vultures have their own blood stains that have not dried, and they are clearly a fierce god who feeds on people.

The blue-faced ghost glared at Qi Jingzhi, and suddenly reached out and pulled out an equally black long knife from the stone coffin, more than three feet long, and there was also black gas on the knife, which was as sad as hearing a mourning ghost cry.

Seeing this black knife that was very evil, the young man immediately suddenly realized, no wonder the black-clothed demon monk mentioned any sharp blade fierce light before, it turned out that it was not the blue-faced ghost, but this knife.

At that moment, I saw a smile on the face of the black-clothed demon monk, and he stretched out his hand to point at Qi Jingzhi and said, "The treasure sword has been covered with dust for a long time, and now that it has been born, how can there be no one to sacrifice the sword?"

Who knew that when the demon monk's voice fell, the blue-faced ghost ignored him, but turned around sharply and looked in the direction of the tomb door.

Almost the next moment, a big black and white fur intertwined creature jumped in from outside the door, and it was the tiger-striped beast that had escaped without a trace before.

A faint golden glow flashed, and the Cloud Snake and Mist Tiger flew in after him.

The black-and-white tiger-striped beast saw the blue-faced ghost standing in the stone coffin, and was obviously startled, and then without thinking, its body folded, far away from the center of the tomb, and slipped along the wall to Qi Jingzhi's side, and then fell deeply to the ground, and even its head hung to the ground.

This style made Qi Jingzhi quite surprised, could it be that there was a more ruthless one on the other side of the tomb?

Seeing this, the black-clothed demon monk next to the stone coffin suddenly turned gloomy, and shouted at the blue-faced ghost, "What are you still doing in a daze? Kill this man!"

However, the blue-faced ghost still didn't react at all, just stared at the dark tomb path outside the tomb door with brass bell-like eyes.

A moment later, a burly figure with purple hair and blue eyes rushed in, holding a scimitar the length of a small arm in his right hand and a bull's horn in his left hand.

Behind him was a tall and thin young man in a red robe who was walking with a spear, and only the green bull from before was missing.

For a moment, the tomb, which was not very large, immediately became crowded.

When the two people who arrived later saw the situation in front of them, their faces were stunned, and they hurriedly pressed close together, but they also blocked the tomb door tightly.

Among them, the tall and thin young man in the red robe looked past the sarcophagus and the blue-faced ghost, and saw Qi Jingzhi on the other side from a distance, and his face showed excitement.

At the same time, Qi Jingzhi also really saw the appearance of the two people at the top of the slope before, not to mention the Wei clan who fell last, the guy with purple hair and blue eyes in front of him didn't seem to be very old, and even almost almost the same as himself.

Qi Jingzhi glanced at the black and white tiger-striped beast that showed a state of surrender, and finally determined that the two of them had not suffered an unwarranted disaster before, but had also come to find the bad luck of this guy.

Next to the stone coffin, the black-clothed demon monk saw that he and the blue-faced ghost were caught between the two sides, and his face was already sinking like water, so he immediately did not hesitate, immediately pinched the magic seal with his hand, ignited the flames again, and shouted at the blue-faced ghost: "Huh! Daikoku Ming ......"

His spell had just begun, and a black light flashed in front of him.

When it was too late, a bright and bright head left the neck of the black-clothed demon monk, flew straight away, and smashed into the tomb wall with a snap, and the red and white stains were all over the wall.

His headless body was still standing in the distance, blood spurting from his cavity.

The blue-faced ghost simply attacked its master, but as if he had just slapped a fly to death, he still raised his arm and crossed the knife, looking ahead for a moment.

It looked at the purple-haired and blue-eyed boy, or more precisely the broken horn in the boy's hand, and there was a bit of obvious anger in his eyes, in addition to the murderous bloodthirstiness.

The purple-haired and blue-eyed boy was also looking at the blue-faced ghost, more precisely, the pitch-black long knife in the other party's hand, which was not ordinary at first glance.

"I'm Wei Leopard of the Nine True Wei Clan, how can the Red Gold Knife be in your hands?"

The silence in the burial chamber lasted only a moment before it was broken by the most inconspicuous tall, thin young man in a red robe, for whom nothing was more important than his own red gold sword.

Wei Bao shouted and asked before he spoke, and Qi Jingzhi's body shook, and he was already rushing forward.

The other person and ghost reacted only one line slower, and moved almost at the same time.

The blue-faced ghost jumped out of the stone coffin, shook off the big stride and rushed forward,

Viciously raised his knife and slashed down on the head.

The blade is cold and gloomy, the black air is miserable, and the strong wind is like a ghost crying.

The purple-haired and blue-eyed boy did not show weakness, and rushed forward without advancing or retreating, plunging headlong into the arms of the blue-faced ghost, and stabbing the horns in his hand towards the opponent's heart.

Almost in the blink of an eye, two bodies belonging to one person and one ghost, but equally strong, collided violently.

Rumble!

At that moment, the entire chamber seemed to shake from the impact.

One person and one ghost are separated at the touch of a button, although the purple-haired and blue-eyed boy is talented, but the brute strength of the blue-faced ghost is still much inferior, first hit in the back by the handle of the pitch-black long knife, and then by the strong ghost body, he involuntarily fell out to the side and back.

Although the horn in his hand stabbed the blue-faced ghost in the heart, he did not continue to go deeper, but instead cut a long, deep and terrible scar on the opponent's chest.

The blue-faced ghost was naturally uncomfortable, and immediately howled in pain, the ghost's body was inexhaustible, and he stumbled forward and ran a few steps, and before he could stabilize his body, he saw a gun shadow coming straight to his throat.

"Goshu Dashi!"

Wei Bao, who had already reacted, shouted, but his eyes were staring at the blue-faced ghost who was stumbling over, and he did not hesitate to sit on his horse, holding the white-pole red tassel gun with both hands, and killed him as soon as he came up.

The blue-faced ghost only had time to deviate his neck, and was already bitten off a piece of black neck flesh by the tip of a poisonous dragon-like spear.

It roared angrily, raised its elbow sharply, and slammed it into the barrel of the gun from the bottom up, knocking the white-poleed red tassel gun out on the spot.

Wei Bao's whole body lost his balance, and he sat on the ground, his palms trembling violently, and the inside was even more bloody.

When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with the red-haired, furious figure of the blue-faced ghost.

This man of the Jiuzhen Wei clan was stunned, but he refused to be killed, and immediately reached out to pull out the saber on his waist, but found that his arm was also trembling, and he was already numb.

At this critical juncture, a young man stepped on the cloud snake and mist tiger, ran behind the blue-faced ghost in the air, and immediately the whole person jumped up with all his might, holding the long knife with green body and golden scales and shaped like a goose feather, and slashed at the back of the blue-faced ghost's neck with all his strength.

Feeling the coldness of the blade on the back of his neck, the blue-faced ghost's hair stood on end, and he immediately gave up Wei Bao, who was close at hand, and turned around in a hurry!

Listening to the sound of gold and iron, the two sharp blades slashed each other, and there was even more cold green qi and bleak black qi scattered in all directions.

In just an instant, the blue-faced ghost who hurriedly swung his knife fell into the wind, and with a strange scream in his mouth, the huge ghost body fell backwards, rolled into the tomb behind him, and disappeared into the deep darkness. Z.br>

Qi Jing made a sword effort, but his body inevitably stagnated in mid-air before he fell to the ground.

His eyes shimmered, and he looked into the tomb with all his might, but he could no longer see the figure of the blue-faced ghost.

While concentrating on vigilance, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but be a little surprised, but he didn't expect that with the fierceness and cruelty of the other party, he didn't turn around to fight again after suffering a loss, but ran away.

Fortunately, the aura of the blue-faced ghost and the strange black knife was extremely conspicuous, and he was not afraid that the other party would run away without a trace.

Wei Bao on the side struggled to get up, struggled to pull out the saber at his waist, and at the same time turned his body sideways, his eyes revolving back and forth between Qi Jingzhi and the tomb, and at the same time slowly retreated to the direction where the big stone of Geshu was.

Geshu Dashi had already stood up and put his arm against Wei Baowu's trembling shoulder: "Okay, that ghost thing has already run away!"

Qi Jingzhi turned his head and looked at this peer named Geshu Dashi in surprise, after all, in his perception, this person did not have cultivation in his body, and he didn't expect his spiritual sense to be so keen.

Geshu Dashi calmly met Qi Jingzhi's gaze, took a step forward without concealment, and firmly protected Wei Bao, who was several years older than him, behind him, but there was a bright smile on his face: "I see that this brother Tai should have no malicious intent, otherwise he would not have saved the lives of the two of us."

Qi Jingzhi laughed dumbly when he heard this, just because when Geshu Dashi said these words, his muscles were tense, and the two palms of his hands holding the knife and holding the horns were even more white and green.

He smiled and shook his head: "

That blue-faced demon first struck you in the horn, and then hit him with a spear, and I don't want to follow in his footsteps."

Qi Jingzhi said, and turned to look at Wei Bao, whose face was pale, if Geshu Dashi was more or less different from ordinary people, this descendant of Old Wei was really brave enough to stand in front of the evil ghost with only one blood.

Looking at Wei Bao, especially the red silk on his head to wrap his hair in a bun, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but think of the old man in brown with white hair tied in red silk and a red gold knife hanging from his waist.

With a gloomy look on his face, he said softly, "Old Wei Zhan died in Linzhou, according to his last wishes, I have buried him on the spot, and this trip is to send the red gold knife back."

"What? Uncle went?"

Rao was already guessing when he saw the red gold knife falling into the hands of outsiders, and Wei Bao was still sad when he heard this.

It was only at this time that he realized that there was no trace of the red gold knife on Qi Jingzhi's hands and waist, and he couldn't help but be suspicious.

Qi Jingzhi nodded, walked to the body of the black-clothed demon monk, wrapped his palm in the smoke and feather coat, probed into the monk's robe and rummaged through, but only found a few silver tickets and a little broken silver, and there was nothing special in addition, so there was still no way to know the identity of the black-clothed demon monk.

He rummaged through the stone coffin again, and there was nothing but the mangled body of the stout man, and his eyes were also black about the origin of the blue-faced ghost and the strange black knife.

"The demon monk wanted to keep me here for a long time, so that this tomb and the stone coffin would not be empty, and I didn't want one to die in the coffin and the other to be buried outside the coffin in a blink of an eye......

Qi Jingzhi shook his head, stretched out his hand and pointed at the half-collapsed brick wall: "You can't stay here for a long time, you go out from that end, the farther you go, the better."

With that, he turned his head and rushed into the dark tunnel.

Although the two people who died at the hands of the blue-faced ghost were not good, the black-clothed demon monk still heard the words of the human sacrifice knife, and the evil ghost was a cannibal, if he was let go, he was afraid that there would be endless disasters.

"Roar!"

The black-and-white tiger-striped beast that had been lying on its stomach for a long time roared in a low voice, rushed past Geshu Dashi and Wei Bao in a hurry, and followed closely.