Under the leadership of Xuan Zhenzi, I held the demon fetus that had just burst out of Qin Tao's belly in my arms, and walked step by step to the secret door behind the stone room.

Hui Zhen has been following me all the time, looking at the "baby" in my arms from time to time, her expression is also very calm, and she doesn't even dare to get close to me.

Before we could say anything, we had already stepped through the secret door, and the picture behind the secret door stunned me and Huizhen again.

Passing through the secret door, we saw a huge cave, almost the size of a football field.

And in the middle of the giant cavern, there is a large dark cyan tree with lush foliage and incomparably large.

I'm willing to bet a hundred bucks, this tree is definitely the biggest, tallest one I've ever seen in my life.

The roots piled up on the ground alone are more than five meters high, and the dense roots of the tree are like a large entangled net, covering an area of more than ten meters in diameter, and the straight trunks extend to the top of the cave, forming a huge canopy with a diameter of more than 50 meters, almost covering the entire cave.

What's even more strange is that directly below the densely intersecting roots at the base of the big tree, there is actually a giant coffin made of bronze, which is even larger than the previous sarcophagus.

The surface of the bronze coffin is covered with a variety of ancient mysterious patterns, like a cloud tightly clustered, covering the entire surface of the coffin, magnificent and magnificent, exuding an extremely vicissitudes and ancient sense of desolation.

I was not the only one who was shocked, including Hui Zhen, who was following me, also unconsciously opened his mouth wide after seeing the giant copper coffin, and said with a shocked face,

"This coffin is so big, it's all made of bronze, it's so spectacular, when my master dies, I will make such a big coffin for his old man......"

"Criminal, the bronze coffin is used to suppress evil spirits!" The corners of Master Mingtong's mouth twitched, and he glared at him with a smile.

Xuan Zhenzi also recovered his expression, and said nonchalantly, "Great monk, I don't see that your apprentice is quite filial." ”

Only Huang Linggong's expression was grim, and he reminded in a deep voice, "Now is not the time to joke, hurry up and do it, the evil qi under the copper coffin has been leaking, and the magic circle is almost unable to suppress it!" ”

After he said it, I found that the copper coffin was actually covered with very dense red stripes, and these twisted charms were all drawn with cinnabar mixed with chicken blood, and the dense formations were intricately intersected, forming a huge seal of sealing evil spirits, which confined the copper coffin to death.

I didn't calmly pull the cuffs of Xuan Zhenzi, and said Master, what is the origin of this coffin, it looks like a good evil sect, and how does it grow under a tree......

The scene in front of me made me feel dizzy, I had never seen such an evil thing, just the big tree that was more than ten feet high was enough to shock, and the most incomprehensible thing was that the roots that drooped down from the trunk of the tree were all around the huge copper coffin, almost growing with it.

From a distance, the bronze coffin looked as if it had grown out from under the rhizome of a large tree.

"It's called a tree coffin, a very ancient and evil burial ritual."

Xuan Zhenzi stopped smiling, his eyes lowered, and his tone was full of seriousness.

To put it simply, this is a special ritual popular among ethnic minorities in ancient times, who believe that after death, people will continue to exist in heaven and earth in another form, so the body cannot be cremated, and must be preserved in the way of "tree burial".

The exact procedure has been lost, and it is roughly that hundreds of corpses are placed under the coffin of the tomb owner, and then the seeds of this giant tree are sprinkled on top of the corpses.

The giant tree grows by absorbing nutrients from the corpses, and as it grows, its rhizomes will also cling to the top of the bronze coffin, gradually merging into one.

"In the process of growth, the ancient tree will continue to absorb the evil qi of the earth's leylines, and at the same time, it will also integrate the absorbed evil qi into the copper coffin, and carry out special nourishment for the owner of the copper coffin, after hundreds of years of sacrifice, the owner of the copper coffin will gain eternal life in another way."

As soon as Xuan Zhenzi's words fell, he ushered in Huang Linggong's disdainful sneer,

"It's ridiculous that the owner of this Shura tomb actually wanted to gain eternal life and make such an evil tree burial ceremony, but it backfired and made himself an evil Shura who is neither human nor ghost!"

Whew!

As if in response to Huang Linggong's words, a cold wind suddenly surged under the cave, and the copper coffin, which was originally quietly placed under the roots of the tree, actually began to shake violently, and a purple-black breath overflowed wildly along the coffin.

These strange injustices kept erupting outward, and the place where they passed was filled with an indescribable sense of evil.

Driven by the evil qi, the runes under the surface of the ground are also flickering one after another, wriggling like earthworms, which looks particularly weird.

The evil qi in the bronze coffin was constantly spreading, trying to break through the blockade of the magic circle, but these purple-black breaths didn't have time to float out far, and they would be forcibly absorbed by the flickering runes on the surface, and the two sides seemed to be in a tug-of-war, constantly consuming each other's strength.

"Come up with this thing, great monk, hurry up and stop it!"

Xuan Zhenzi's eyes lit up, and he let out a low roar, and Master Mingtong immediately moved.

I saw that he took off the yellow monk's robe on his body, revealing a fat body, took off the Buddhist beads on his chest, folded his hands and turned them, his face appeared solemn and solemn, and the speed of reciting Buddhist scriptures continued to accelerate.

These thick Buddhist mantras continued to hover in the air, tumbling with each other, turning into invisible waves, one higher than the other.

The solemn sound of the Buddha's horn turns into a beautiful Sanskrit sound, and every time a syllable is raised, the momentum of Master Mingtong will also rise, just like the evening drum and morning bell, ringing to curb the clouds, and shaking the stone wall of the cave also has a wonderful resonance.

I don't know if it's my hallucination, but with the chanting of the Buddha's horn wave after wave, I actually vaguely saw a phantom of the Buddha, slowly covering the top of Master Mingtong's head, and with the steps of his recitation of the Buddhist scriptures, a lotus flower treasure seal was formed.

And under the impact of this Buddhist scripture, the copper coffin that was originally shaking violently has become a lot quieter.

Gurg...... Cluck......

From the depths of the coffin there were several piercing grinding sounds like fingernails scratching iron skin, as if something was struggling to rush out of it.

Then there was a boom, and the entire copper coffin shook again, along with the bronze coffin lid that weighed an unknown number of tons, and it was also fiercely pushed up, directly lifting a corner.

And under the grinning bronze coffin, more purple-black injustice qi was spewed, and even the runes on the ground were infected by these black gases, and they were dyed black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn, even the old monk's telekinesis can't be suppressed?"

Xuan Zhenzi and Huang Linggong shook their chins at the same time, and each pulled away from each other to step on the cover.

Xuan Zhenzi stepped on the Taoist seven-star step, and as his footsteps moved, one after another spells were also rapidly formed under his toes, supplementing the runes.

Huang Linggong took out a pure steel sword from behind him, and a pair of yin and yang fish swirls were engraved at the end of the long sword, dancing in the wind, gathering a green hazy luster, and with the runes under his feet, he frantically stepped on another kind of Daomen's Yu step!