"Could it be that the information Lu Huaming got was wrong, and there are no ghosts at the peak of the late stage of Bigu here?" Shen Luo couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Forget it, believers don't doubt it, suspicious people don't believe it, since you choose to come here, let's continue to look ahead. He quickly dispelled his doubts, got up, and continued to advance towards the depths of the tomb.

After walking through a few passages in succession, Shen Luo suddenly stopped and looked ahead.

The muffled sound of collision came from the front, mixed with the sound of shouting, as if someone was fighting.

He wasn't surprised, the Yin Ridge Mountain Range was a place with a strong yin aura, rich in all kinds of yin attribute materials, and many monks would come here every year to explore treasures, and there was no prohibition outside this ancient tomb, so it was normal for someone to appear here.

And he has been looking for so long, but he has not been able to find a suitable ghost, and it is rare to meet other monks, maybe he can ask the other party a question or two.

With this in mind, Shen Luo quickly continued to move forward, and after a dozen breaths, he reached the end of the passage, where a huge stone chamber appeared in front of him.

The interior of this stone chamber was quite empty, and only a coffin was placed in the corner, but at this moment, it fell to the ground, and a stream of bright red blood flowed out of it, staining the ground red, exuding a pungent bloody and yin qi.

Near the coffin, five monks are fighting a blood-red zombie ghost.

"It's them!" Shen Luo showed surprise on his face.

These five monks, he had seen them, were the five friends of Bishan who he had met outside the Danyangzi Mansion before.

And the blood-red zombie was a foot tall, its mouth was full of protruding fangs, the skin on its body looked like old bark, and it was covered in blood, and from time to time there were blood beads dripping from its body, I don't know if it jumped out of this coffin.

This zombie is quite strong, and it has reached the realm of the late stage of Bigu, and the skin of the whole body is extremely hard and invulnerable.

The five friends of Bishan rely on the large number of people, although they have the upper hand, they can never kill this zombie.

"Big brother, let's use the fire cloud gourd, we can't delay here for too long, going to the apse is the right thing. The white-robed young man among the five friends of Bishan couldn't fight for a long time, and he became a little anxious, and shouted to the old man in the Confucian robe who was the leader.

"The apse?" Although Shen Luo and these five people were old acquaintances, they were not friends, and they were about to quietly retreat, but when they heard this, they stopped.

"Good. The old man in the Confucian robe waved his sleeves, and there was a big red gourd in front of him out of thin air, and he slapped it on it.

The gourd's lipstick flashed, and a patch of crimson gravel shot out of it, each the size of a bean.

As soon as the gravel touched the air, a red flame immediately rose from it, which quickly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a red fire cloud, and hit the blood-red zombies with great momentum.

The temperature in the whole stone room was steep, and Shen Luo felt that the air in front of him was hot when he stood outside the stone room, as if he was near the stove, and the high temperature in the stone room could be imagined.

The other four of the five friends of the mountain had already retreated quickly, and only the blood-red zombies were still standing in place, facing the surging red fire clouds.

A trace of horror flashed on the face of the blood-red zombie, and the blood light all over his body was released, and his two claws waved forward, and those blood lights came out of his body, condensing into a blood-red light curtain in front of him.

The old man in the Confucian robe showed contempt on his face, and his ten fingers flew like a wheel.

The red fire cloud rose suddenly, and after rolling slightly, it turned into a red firebird with a size of more than ten zhang, and its speed also increased a little, and it instantly flew in front of the zombie and slammed into the blood-colored light curtain.

A dense crackling sound rang out at the intersection of the two, and as soon as the red flame and the blood-colored light came into contact, they burst open like hot oil encountering cold water.

The power of the red firebird was obviously much greater than that of the blood-colored light curtain, and the crimson flame immediately penetrated the blood-colored light curtain as easily as if it were devastating, and then hit the blood-red zombie fiercely.

The blood-red zombie flew out like a bundle of straw and slammed into the wall behind it, its whole body wrapped in raging flames, and it turned into a burning man, rolling all over the ground, howling in pain.

Those red flames were obviously not extraordinarily hot, they were quite powerful, but in just a few breaths, the blood-red zombies were reduced to ashes.

In the passage outside the stone room, a trace of surprise flashed in Shen Luo's eyes.

The power of this fire cloud gourd of the old man in the Confucian robe is not small, and I am afraid that it is a high-quality magic weapon.

"Who is peeping outside?" the old man in the Confucian robe suddenly turned around and faced the passage where Shen Luo was hiding.

The red firebird immediately flew back, hovering above the old man's head, ready to attack.

The other four people were all startled, and they immediately flew over, standing near the old man in the Confucian robe, and surrounded the passage.

Shen Luo frowned, and secretly said that this old man in the Confucian robe was so sensitive, he was just surprised, his breath was slightly scattered, and he was actually perceived by it.

The thought in his heart turned sharply, and his hands quickly kneaded his face, and almost instantly, he changed into a square-faced young man, and walked out slowly.

"A misunderstanding, Tian happened to hear that there were people fighting here, so he came over to take a look, and he never meant to peep at a few people. Shen Luo said calmly, and his voice became hoarse.

"Your Excellency?" the old man in the Confucian robe asked as he looked Shen Luo up and down.

"In Shimoda Tiesheng, I don't know how many Taoist friends have a high surname?" Shen Luo reported a fake name and said with a smile.

"Hmph, when did you get here?" the one-eyed man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he took a step closer.

"What if you hear it, what if you don't hear it? Your Excellency plans to kill people? It's a pity that you don't have enough pounds and two!" Shen Luo's face also turned cold, and all the mana in his body was adjusted, and the powerful coercion of the peak of Bigu was fully displayed.

The expressions of the five people on the opposite side all changed, among the five of them, only the old man in the Confucian robe was a cultivator in the late stage of Bigu, and the other four were all in the middle stage of Bigu, which was a little worse than Shen Luo.

"Fifth brother, stop, don't be reckless!" the old man in the Confucian robe scolded.

The one-eyed man hurriedly agreed and retreated.

Shen Luo snorted lightly, and also put away the momentum of the explosion.

"Tian Daoyou is polite, I and the other five people live in Pishan, and I was given the title of the five friends of Pishan by a friend in the immortal cultivation world, and the Yuegong below, these four are my sworn brothers and sisters......" The old man in the Confucian robe bowed his hand, introduced the five people in turn, and then pinched the trick on the gourd.

The red firebird flew back, turned into crimson gravel again, and sank into the gourd.

"It turned out to be the five friends of Bishan, and I was fortunate to meet. Shen Luo glanced at the fire cloud gourd and raised his hand to return the salute.

"Tian Daoyou, forgive me, the matter we just discussed is very confidential, and it involves a big thing to do next, so the fifth brother is a little excited, and I ask Daoyou not to blame. The old man in the Confucian robe explained.

"Is that what kind of apse you are talking about?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows.