Hu Guangzhi was by Feng Ji's side, and successively talked about a lot of things about the mausoleum in the future.

After listening to this, Feng Ji didn't have much fluctuation in his heart.

He thought of Feng Tan, the apprentice of Wan Zhen Mountain, who had too many descendants and had many uneven personalities.

He didn't want to care about these descendants, now he just wanted to see Zhou Zhiruo in the mausoleum.

At that moment, Feng Ji took Hu Guangzhi and came to a hillside.

"Where's the entrance?"

Hu Guangzhi hurriedly said: "The real entrance to the dungeon has long been sealed, and it is extremely difficult to enter through the entrance, so you can only enter through the previous thief hole, but ......"

"But what?"

"But I don't know if there's anyone from the Red Flower Society guarding there."

Feng Ji nodded and said, "Just take me over." ”

Hu Guangzhi didn't dare to disobey Feng Ji's words, so he took Feng Ji with him and searched all over the mountains and fields.

After a short time, the two of them were already halfway up the mountain, and suddenly they heard someone talking above.

"Second Brother Li, what's going on next?"

"Then who knows, this is the mausoleum of Zhou Hou below, and the institutions are all over the place, and our Red Flower Club has been staying here all these years, and how many good hands have gone in before and after, and the main tomb has not been found yet, alas."

"At present, the country of our Han people has been completely stabilized by the Qing court. If we don't resist, it will only get harder and harder in the future. ”

"Who says it's not, we don't have money and food in our hands right now, so we have to borrow our ancestors'."

"Have you ever heard of the Connecting Cities?"

"Oh? Have you heard of it too? Is that thing real or fake? ”

"I don't know if it's true or not, if it's true, why didn't the person who first discovered this treasure take it himself, but left a secret to connect the city?"

"I'm afraid that there are many rumors, I heard that the martial arts in Xiangzhong have already made trouble, saying that it was the owner of Liancheng Jue back then, and the grave of the iron-boned ink calyx Mei Niansheng was found, and the person who set up the tomb was called a Ding Dian. Now many people in the rivers and lakes are looking for him, and some people say that this person must know the secret of Liancheng. ”

"Hehe, if Ding Dian knew, he would have gone to get the treasure a long time ago, so why wait for them to come and find it?"

"That's right, but we don't have to go far and far, no matter how hard we work, sooner or later we can dig up the burial treasures in the mausoleum of Zhou Hou."

"Empress Zhou is the queen of Emperor Shenwu of Ming Taizu, and she has accumulated much wealth in her life, if you can find her main tomb, not to mention the wealth for the time being, if you can get the inheritance of Emperor Shenwu's martial arts, it will also be a shocking opportunity."

"Yes, it is rumored that the martial arts of the Emperor Shenwu have already reached the point of being supernatural, and he is the second person to break the void since Wudang Zhang Zhenren, to what extent has the martial arts become supernatural?"

"If you can get the inheritance of Emperor Shenwu, wouldn't killing the Manchus be like slaughtering pigs and dogs?"

Feng Ji and Hu Guangzhi looked from the forest, but saw that there was a stockade here.

At this time, it was several big men sitting around the fire.

These people drank wine and chatted about roasting pheasants.

From their casual conversation, it was not difficult to hear that these people were the disciples of the Red Flower Society.

However, what shocked Hu Guangzhi was that these Red Flower Society disciples were not guarding the mausoleum, but came to dig the mausoleum!

He suddenly scolded in a low voice: "These people of the Red Flower Society, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, say that they are guarding the mausoleum of Queen Zhou, but they are actually doing the thing of guarding and stealing themselves, phew! ”

Feng Ji's eyes also showed a cold color, among these people, I am afraid that there are still descendants of the Feng family!

"Hehe, the guards are stealing, or the ancestral mausoleum of the thief, okay, what a group of scum."

Feng Ji asked, "The thief cave is here?" ”

Hu Guangzhi nodded hurriedly: "It must be here, otherwise what are they doing here?" ”

Feng Ji patted him on the shoulder: "Wait, after I kill them, you follow me in." ”

Hu Guangzhi was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Feng Ji had already stepped out.

The next moment, I heard angry shouts from the fire.

"Who!"

"What people!"

Puff puff......

A few pops rang out, and there was no movement.

Hu Guangzhi was stunned, glanced over there, and immediately gasped.

In just a few seconds, those big men have all fallen to the ground, not knowing whether they are alive or dead.

Only Feng Ji was still standing there.

saw Feng Ji pick up the torch and beckoned to him.

Hu Guangzhi swallowed his saliva, hurriedly got out of the forest, and ran over.

When I got closer, I found that there was a finger of blood hole above the brains of these people, and the brains and blood were gurgling out, and each of them was dead.

He was suddenly shocked in his heart, and he was simply afraid of Feng Ji's martial arts.

"Big ...... Hero, this ...... You killed all this? ”

He couldn't help but ask.

Feng Ji said lightly: "There are still people here, don't worry, let's clean it up again." ”

With that, Feng Ji took him to the stockade.

Along the way, Hu Guangzhi has been an eye-opener.

Feng Ji made a move, never using a second move.

No matter how many people there are in the Red Flower Society, what weapons they take, Feng Ji comes and goes, just a fluttering finger, and the other party will be killed immediately!

Hu Guangzhi was shocked, he had never seen such a terrifying martial arts.

I haven't even heard of it.

At this time, the two of them had come to the deepest part of the stockade.

But I saw that the place was brightly lit, and an old man was studying something like a map.

Hearing the movement outside the door, he immediately looked up at Feng Ji and the others.

He frowned slightly: "Who are you?" How did you get in? ”

Feng Ji killed people so fast that he didn't even get the news that someone had broken in.

Feng Ji looked at the old man and felt that there seemed to be a faint blood connection in the other party's body.

Feng Ji's eyes deepened, and he walked slowly and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The old man looked at Feng Ji, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Old man Red Flower Club Jialing helmsman, Feng Wufan, dare to ask who Your Excellency is?" ”

He listened carefully to the movement outside, but he didn't hear any disciple's voice, and his heart suddenly sank slightly, knowing that something was wrong.

Feng Ji nodded slightly, and said, "It turns out that you are also surnamed Feng, in that case, why do you want to steal your ancestor's mausoleum?" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his face became gloomy: "What do you have to do with it?" ”

"Hehe, you stole my wife's mausoleum, what do you say it has to do with me?"

Feng Wufan was stunned for a moment, unable to understand what it meant, and said, "What did you say?" ”

Feng Ji walked up step by step and said, "Do you know who is buried below?" ”

"That's my wife, and I've been married to her since I conquered the world."

"Since you are a descendant of the Feng family, then she is your ancestor, how dare you steal your ancestor's tomb?"

Feng Wufan's face was full of astonishment, and he looked at Feng Ji, thinking that the other party was neurotic.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Empress Zhou is the wife of Emperor Shenwu, and she has been dead for hundreds of years, ...... Well? ”

He suddenly stared at Feng Ji's face carefully, only to feel that Feng Ji's face was indescribably familiar.

Feng Ji walked step by step and said lightly: "I didn't expect that only a few hundred years after I left, Da Ming would be completely plagued by your group of wastes." ”

Feng Wufan suddenly trembled: "You...... You...... Are you Ming Taizu? ”

"Nope! It's impossible! ”

He screamed in shock!

Because he suddenly discovered at this time that the person in front of him was so similar to the portrait of Emperor Taizu of the Feng family that he had worshiped since he was a child!

And Hu Guangzhi's heart jumped suddenly, and he couldn't help but look up at Feng Ji.

He also had a feeling of horror in his heart, and secretly said What is the origin of this master, how can he pretend to be the Emperor of Shenwu?

Feng Ji had already come to the old man at this time, only two meters away, and looked down at him: "You are not worthy of being a descendant of the Feng family." ”

"Fake, you're fake, this can't be!"

The old man roared violently and punched hard!

The strength of the fist breaks through the air, it is actually Tai Chi!

Feng Ji didn't dodge, and let the other party's punch fall on his chest.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the old man's face changed wildly.

I felt like my fist had smashed on the diamond.

Feng Ji took a light breath, raised his finger, and said, "Do you know this finger?" ”

Poof——!

The terrifying finger power instantly pierced through the void.

The old man hurriedly tilted his head, quickly lowered his body, and avoided the finger force.

He only heard a pop, and his fingers fell on the stone table behind him, and the stone table was immediately pierced alive.

He couldn't believe it, suddenly raised his head, and exclaimed in horror: "Yiyang finger? No, it can't be! In the world, how can there be people who can have a yang finger! ”

This yang finger was obtained by Feng Ji when he killed Zhu Wu Lian Zhuang, and he once taught it to the sons and grandsons of the Feng family as a necessary martial art for the royal family.

But after so many years, the aura has dried up, and it is obvious that no one in the Feng family can practice this martial art.

However, this Feng Wufan in front of him obviously recognized this martial art, so he was naturally frightened.

An unbelievable emotion came out of my mind.

Don't...... Could it be that the person in front of him is really the Emperor Shenwu?

No, it can't be!

Emperor Shenwu has shattered the void and has left this world.

Feng Ji seemed to see through his doubts, and said lightly: "Do you think that after I shatter the void, I can't come back?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Feng Wufan's heart trembled suddenly, and his face turned pale instantly.

"No, it won't, it can't ......"

Feng Ji looked at him like this, and shook his head in great disappointment: "The ancestors who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, their ancestors' graves can be stolen, and you are also worthy of being my descendants?" ”

He waved his hand casually, but this time he didn't leave any hand, and with a bang, Feng Wufan's head suddenly exploded.

Blood flowed.

Feng Ji ignored it, his spiritual sense dispersed, and he immediately found the thief hole they had dug.

His figure flickered, and in an instant, he had reached the entrance of the cave.

But I saw that the entrance of the cave had been dug up to the height of one person, and there was a rope ladder leading to the dark entrance below.

Feng Ji didn't say a word, his body jumped, and he immediately flew down the thief hole.

It has been falling for dozens of meters, and there is a muffled sound.

Feng Ji's legs touched the ground, and with a slight shock, the floor seemed to crack.

His eyes flashed, and the dark dungeon in front of him had already come into his eyes.

There are traces of excavation everywhere.

This seems to be a side hall of the underground palace, and the gold, silver and jewels in it are all half empty.

Not far away, there is a stone gate, near the stone gate, which has been knocked and polished and dented, and there is even black powder ash that has been blown up by gunpowder.

Obviously, this stone gate was purely sealed with tons of large stones, not a mechanism.

It was almost impossible for these people to open the stone gate with manpower alone.

Feng Ji noticed that there were many small circular holes on the walls on both sides of the stone gate, which seemed to be the emitter ports of hidden weapons.

There were also bits and pieces of arrowheads and other items on the ground, and there were a lot of blood stains that hadn't been cleaned up.

It seems that these people have paid a price for entering this side hall.

Feng Ji came to the stone gate, and through the stone gate, he already saw that the opposite side of the stone gate was the main hall of the mausoleum.

The stone gate is several meters thick, and there are stone pillars reaching the door behind it, so it's no wonder that the outside can't be opened at all.

However, this obviously bothered Feng Ji, he took out a piece of talisman paper and pasted it on his body.

Suddenly, the yellow light on his body flashed, and he walked directly through the soil, and instantly crossed the stone gate and came to the main hall.

Inside the main hall, the treasures were piled up, and there were figurines lined up in an array, Feng Ji glanced at it, and couldn't help but be slightly silent.

These figurines turned out to be dressed up as disciples of the Five Elements Banner of the Ming Sect back then.

Although they are all clay sculptures, they are extremely realistic.

And sitting on a dragon chair is a sculpture in its own appearance!

Feng Ji took a deep breath, and there was a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.

Obviously, this is definitely what Zhou Zhiruo asked people to create.

He looked beyond the clay figurines to the back of the phalanx, where two bronze coffins sat quietly.

Feng Ji's figure jumped slightly, and instantly flew past the gold and silver jewelry, crossed the clay sculpture array, and came to the front of the bronze coffin.

As soon as he stood still, he seemed to immediately trigger some mechanism, and countless sharp arrows and poisonous gases shot out rapidly around him.

Feng Ji didn't pay attention to it, waved his hand lightly, and pushed open the bronze coffin lid with a bang.

But I saw that inside the bronze coffin, there was a coffin made of gloomy wood.

Feng Ji touched the gloomy wooden coffin, and his expression showed a trace of tenderness: "I'm back." ”

He shook his palm slightly, pushed the gloomy wooden coffin lid open, and suddenly revealed a beautiful and compelling face inside.

This face is still the same as in front of him, his skin is as white as snow, his red lips are as full as cherries, he is wearing a gorgeous phoenix crown, his eyes are closed, and his expression seems to be reluctant.

Feng Ji looked at this face in a daze, his eyes were slightly red, and he finally sighed.

"I'm sorry I came back late."

He could feel that although Zhou Zhiruo's body was soft, it had no temperature, and the soul aura had long since disappeared.

In this world, there are no immortal cultivators, no aura.

Even if the energy that shattered the void at the beginning helped them prolong their lives for a while, it couldn't resist the consumption of hundreds of years.

He was too late to come back after all.

Feng Ji closed his eyes, and his spiritual sense passed through Zhou Zhiruo's body, trying to find a glimmer of possibility.

But no, there is no life!

He sighed, about to retract his senses.

Suddenly, there was a slight throbbing in the gloomy wooden coffin.

Feng Ji suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the gloomy wood.

"Is it ......?"

He suddenly showed joy, and quickly sank his spiritual sense, reaching into the gloomy wood.

In an instant, he sensed that there was indeed a wisp of soul fluctuation in this gloomy wood!

No, it can't be said to be a soul, it's a ghost!

The gloomy wood is the place where the yin soul likes to stay and nourish the soul!

He hurriedly tried to communicate with that wisp of soul.

"Zhiruo? Zhiruo? ”

That wisp of soul was in the Yin Soul Wood, nourished by the Yin Soul Wood all year round, and it seemed that it had long fallen into a deep sleep.

At this time, being called by Feng Ji, this soul suddenly trembled.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, the Yin Soul Wood shook, and a soul wearing a phoenix crown and a silk silk veil slowly floated out.

Her beautiful face opened her eyes in a daze.

The moment she saw Feng Ji, her eyes immediately widened: "Your Majesty! ”

Feng Ji also immediately burst out laughing: "Zhiruo! ”

"I ...... I'm not dreaming, am I? ”

Zhou Zhiruo's soul suddenly became excited.

Feng Ji shook his head and laughed: "Zhiruo, I'm back, I'm coming back to pick you up!" ”

"This ...... What's going on? I distinctly remember that I was dead......"

Feng Ji said: "You are indeed dead, now, it is just your soul, you actually use gloomy wood to build a coffin, how could you think of using this kind of wood to build a coffin?" ”

"Ahh I remembered, I remembered! ”

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you haven't come back, I'm so worried that I won't be able to wait for you, and Sister Daisy is also trying to find a way to prolong her life."

"But we've tried many things, but none of them worked."

"Later...... Later, she got a secret method from the Persian Ming Sect, saying that after death, there is a soul to return to heaven, if you can make a coffin out of gloomy wood, you can let the soul stay in the coffin! ”

Zhou Zhiruo recalled the memories of her life little by little, and the more she talked, the brighter her eyes became, and she seemed to gradually wake up.

Speaking of Dai Qisi, she hurriedly turned around and pointed to the coffin on the side: "Sister Dai Qisi is over there, Your Majesty, can you take a look at Sister Dai Qisi is still there?" ”

Feng Ji didn't say a word, immediately turned around, and gently patted the coffin, and suddenly Dai Qisi's body was revealed inside.

Dai Qisi's coffin is also made of gloomy wood.

He immediately probed into the gloomy wood with his spiritual sense, and instantly found the soul he had brought up.

At that moment, Feng Ji immediately woke up Dai Qisi.

Dai Qisi woke up in a daze, and the moment she saw Feng Ji, she subconsciously shouted: "Feng Ji! ”

She has never called Emperor Feng Ji, and even after following Feng Ji, she doesn't even call the sect leader.

has always called Feng Ji by name.

When she saw Feng Ji at this time, she instantly smiled.

Then she wondered, "Am I dreaming?" ”

"Sister Daisie, the emperor is back, after he shattered the void, he really came back to us."

Zhou Zhiruo shouted excitedly.

Dai Qisi was stunned for a moment: "Shattered Void...... I...... I'm dead? ”

She looked down, and suddenly her soul trembled, and she cried sadly: "I'm dead, Feng Ji, I waited for you, but I'm already dead, woo woo......"

Zhou Zhiruo also reacted at this time, turned her head and saw her body in the coffin, and her soul trembled in an instant.

"No...... Not ......"

Feng Ji looked at the frightened second daughter, and immediately comforted: "Zhiruo, Dai Qisi, I have achieved success in cultivation, and now as long as the souls of the two of you are still there, I have a way to help you come back to life!" ”

The second daughter turned her head, looked at Feng Ji, and said almost in unison: "Really? ”

"Hmmm! I'm going to pick you up when I come back this time. ”

He was in the dungeon, and first put the body of the second daughter back into the storage bag.

Then he talked about some of the things that happened after he shattered the void.

The two daughters seemed to listen to the book of heaven, their souls leaned on Feng Ji's shoulder, and they also talked about what they had been thinking about him for more than a hundred years.

Feng Ji rejoiced in his heart and said, "Fortunately, the coffin made of gloomy wood you used, the soul is still there, otherwise we will only be afraid that it will be difficult to see each other again in this life." ”

The second daughter was also very happy.

Feng Ji cast a spell to put away the soul of the second daughter, and then quickly left the mausoleum.

When he left, he did not forget to put all the funeral belongings here in a storage bag.

In the days that followed, he tried to find the graves of some of his old friends, but his souls were never found.

Obviously, the souls of these people have returned to heaven and earth.

He also found a problem, that is, this world is an ordinary martial arts world, so there is actually no place like the underworld.

When a person dies, his soul returns to heaven and earth.

Like rain, it drips from the sky and finally evaporates between heaven and earth.

The same is true of life here.

Feng Ji couldn't help but have a hunch that this time Zhou Zhiruo and Dai Qisi's souls could be saved by the gloomy wood.

I'm afraid that in the Republic of China world, my lovers and relatives will not have such good luck.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became heavy.

At this moment, he ended his plan to find the soul of his old friend and officially left this world.

Before leaving, he found that Na Diyun was still in prison.

The world still seems to be on the same track.

The mandate of heaven is established, and it seems that no matter how much you do, you can't change the ending, which gives Feng Ji a deeper understanding of cause and effect.

He easily rescued Di Yun and Ding Dian, and killed Ling Weisi, Wan Zhenshan and others.

This move really caused the Heavenly Dao to shake, and the entire Heavenly Dao seemed to be rejecting Feng Ji.

Feng Ji comprehended the law of cause and effect fate, and retreated with his whole body and left this world.

On the day of the cave.

Feng Ji used the Maoshan technique to raise the corpse of the second daughter, and consulted Uncle Jiu and others about the current situation.

After hearing this, Uncle Nine muttered: "This matter is more troublesome, the soul is out of the body, although the two of them have not been corrupted in the flesh, but if they want to come back to life, it is really difficult, and it is still difficult to do it with the Maoshan technique." ”

"In this way, I'll try the soul restoration technique first, if it doesn't work, maybe I can let them go with the ghosts and immortals."

Feng Ji frowned and asked, "With the ghosts and immortals, the achievements are limited after all. ”

Uncle Nine was helpless, and said: "It's always longer than the Incense Fire Divine Dao, and the ghosts and immortals at least don't rely on external forces, but rely on their own cultivation to gain strength." ”

Feng Ji thought about it and groaned.

"My current strength is limited, and I can't reverse life and death, if I cultivate to reach the realm of refining the void and even merging the Dao, it may not be impossible to reshape their physical bodies for them, and for the time being, let them go to the ghosts and immortals, and it is not impossible to step into the path of cultivation."

At that moment, he nodded and said: "It's okay, among the eight departments of Maoshan Mountain, the ghosts and immortals practice together, which should be the pox department and the plague department, so I will personally teach them the method of cultivation of this sect." ”

Uncle Nine nodded with a smile and said, "Senior brother, your cultivation is getting deeper and deeper, and with your teaching, they will be able to get twice the result with half the effort." ”

Feng Ji shook his head: "I can't teach them for a long time." ”

"Oh? Why is that? ”

Feng Ji looked at Shangqing Dongtian and said, "Although this side of the cave is independent and has become a small world, but this place is not perfect, I must break through as soon as possible and cultivate my own cave heaven blessed land, and when the time comes, I can truly shape a world by merging this side of the world cave sky." ”

"Only if I am strong, this world can last, and I want to pursue a higher realm of cultivation."

Uncle Nine was stunned: "You want to leave this world?" ”

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "This realm is now on the right track, and I can continue to operate with or without me." ”

"And my realm can no longer be improved in this cave world, I have to find a world with a stronger aura to break through."

Uncle Nine sighed slightly: "It's useless, senior brother, and it can't help you." ”

Feng Ji shook his head: "Senior brother, you must not say that, if it wasn't for you who taught me the Maoshan Exercises, how could I be where I am today?" ”

The two chatted about cultivation again, and Feng Ji began his third retreat, looking for the former world of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

(End of chapter)