Xu Beiyou finally opened his eyes, he didn't see the heaven and the earth, he didn't see the vastness, he was still in the coffin of the ninth-floor mausoleum, and the Zigong Palace belonging to Emperor Xiao was lying there quietly, without any movement, as if the dialogue between heaven and man just now was just a dream.

Xu Beiyou found that the dried up "lake" in his body had been refilled at some point, and he had returned to the realm of the peak of the Earth Immortal Eightfold Building, and in addition to his own qi, there was also a humane breath in his body, warm and comfortable, like a long river rushing rapidly in his body, entering and exiting one hole after another.

If Xu Beiyou's qi sea is compared to a huge lake, then his meridians are rivers, and the tricks are small lakes, this breath starts from the qi sea Daze, disperses and integrates into the rivers, and then disperses again through the rivers into the tributary streams and small lakes, and finally completely integrates into Xu Beiyou's body, not only repairing the various dark wounds of Xu Beiyou's body, but even making Xu Beiyou's supreme sword body have a new atmosphere, such as the renovation of the old house, and a new look.

He exhaled a heavy breath of turbid air, then took a fresh breath.

Xu Beiyou slowly got up, re-adapted to the abundant qi in his body, and then walked to the side of Emperor Xiao's Zi Palace, and suddenly had a bold idea, if the coffin was pushed open at this time, would it be empty inside?

It's just that in full view of everyone, he didn't have the courage to put this idea into practice.

Xu Beiyou stopped not far from the Zi Palace, and looked carefully, feeling that this Zi Palace should have never been opened, and the emperor who was still talking to his own heaven and man just now should sleep in it, in fact, it is not very appropriate to sleep, it should only be that Emperor Xiao's "remains" are still inside, but his soul may not still be in it.

Just as Xu Beiyou's thoughts were flying, the mausoleum shook.

Xu Beiyou suddenly came back to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

The Queen Mother said expressionlessly: "It should be that the guests have arrived." ”

Xu Beiyou's face changed slightly, he reached out to hook the knot of the sword box, flew out of the coffin room, and came to the long passage outside the coffin, and at the same time, Mr. Ping An Zhang Baisui also followed.

At the entrance of the ninth-floor mausoleum, there are two figures.

Qingchen, who had already lifted the law of heaven and earth, said calmly: "Go further, it is Xiao Yu's resting place, if the poor road is good, Xiao Xuan, Xu Beiyou and others are also among them, do you still want to move forward?"

Bingchen's face was firm, "Those who have traveled a hundred miles are half ninety, since they have already come here, there is no reason to turn back." ”

Qingchen nodded slightly, and then said the word "go".

Ice Dust was the first to move, and a sword swept towards the door.

Although this sword does not have the power of destroying the city and pulling out the mountains before because of its own considerable consumption, it still shows the demeanor of a sword immortal.

The next moment, with a loud roar like a loud bell, the ice dust of the realm of the eighteenth floor of the dignified immortal actually flew back from inside the door, although it was not embarrassed, but it was difficult to hide the shocked look on her face.

The earthquake trembled, accompanied by the sound of sonorous and heavy footsteps, and a golden armor god walked out of the door, holding the giant sword in front of him, and a huge gap was cut in the blade.

Bingchen continued to look inside the door with a solemn face, and then eleven more Golden Armor Gods walked out of the door one after another, juxtaposed with the previous Golden Armor Gods, like a copper wall and iron wall, which could not be surpassed in the slightest.

The momentum of the twelve golden armor gods is united, like mountains and mountains, comparable to the earth immortals of the eighteenth-floor realm.

Qingchen's face was calm, "Everyone in the world knows that there are twelve prison blood guards in the Dark Guard Mansion, but they don't know that after Xiao Yu ascended the throne and became the emperor, he collected the world's golden soldiers, gathered them in the imperial capital, and cast them into twelve golden people, which contained the killing spirit of the golden soldiers sold, in addition, it was based on the golden body of the Bodhisattva of the Molun Temple, and integrated into the secret techniques such as the Dao Gate, the Buddha Gate, the Tianji Pavilion, and the Martial Arts Army Array, which went further than the twelve prison blood guards, making it strong and powerful, not inferior to the eight mausoleum guards in front, and it was the last battle of this imperial tomb. ”

Bingchen asked bluntly, "What should I do?"

Qingchen smiled slightly, waved his big sleeves, and the eight Xuan flags flew out from the cuffs in turn, standing in all directions, forming a formation of their own.

At the beginning, Qingchen used this method to deal with the Dragon King of Buddhism and Li Qingyu on the bank of the Han River, and the eight Xuanqi can be connected with the breath and connect the ghost gate, and the Ming Tomb is directly connected to the underworld, so at this time, Qingchen listed the eight Xuanqi again, and its power was doubled, and the rolling yin qi was surging like a river, almost making people mistakenly think that they were already in the netherworld.

Qingchen took out a flipping seal in his hand, and said softly: "Eight generals will break their souls." ”

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Eight flags turned into eight white bone flag gates, the black gas inside the door was tumbling endlessly, bottomless, and then with the violent vibration of the flag gate, there were eight tall and hideous figures breaking through the black mist, slowly walking out of the flag gate, the momentum was terrifying.

These eight ghost generals were captured by Qingchen for more than ten years, and then sealed into the flag gate after refining through the heavens, and then sealed into the flag gate, which itself has the strength of almost the peak of human immortals, after being refined by Qingchen with great effort, it can already be comparable to ordinary immortals, and now with the help of the power of the netherworld that is close at hand, the resentment and death of the eight ghost generals are great, and the body shape rises again, and the twelve golden armor gods are almost indistinguishable, and the black mist in their hands rises and turns into iron locks, seducing the soul.

At the beginning, without the blessing of the Netherworld, the eight ghost generals could be on par with the Buddha Gate Dragon King of the sixteenth floor realm of the Earth Immortals, and at this time, they stood according to the direction of the eight trigrams, relying on the formation to borrow from each other, even in the face of the twelve golden armor god generals, they were not a few points weaker.

Qingchen said calmly: "Poor Dao restrains the eight golden figures, and Senior Sister Bingchen deals with the other four, how about it?"

Bingchen interrupted his hand and crossed it in front of him, nodded lightly and said a good word.

In the next moment, the eight ghost generals threw out the iron locks in their hands, tied each of them to a golden armor, and then began to pull backwards.

Qingchen stretched out his hand and wiped it in front of him, and said calmly: "Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, Xiu, Life, Injury, Du, Jing, Death, Shock, Open, Eight Golden Locks." ”

The aura of the eight White Bone Banner Gates suddenly rolled, and they were connected with the eight ghost generals respectively, so that the golden armor gods bound by their chains would not be able to move a bit.

The golden armor god, who lacked a gap in the sword, suddenly stepped forward, and his huge body shone brightly.

Then, at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with its own body, it led the remaining three Golden Armor Gods to rush towards the ice dust together.

Bingchen looked at the four golden-armored gods with an expressionless face, and after slowly raising the greed and anger in his hand, the entire eighth-layer mausoleum was filled with trembling sounds.

The sword rings in the Ming Tomb.

Bingchen's clothes fluttered, and her figure disappeared suddenly, showing the demeanor of a female sword fairy.

One of her swords just appeared three feet in front of the previous golden-armored god general, no more, no less, and then a sword was handed out.

Shangguan Xianchen once said that holding a three-foot Qingfeng, within three feet in front of him, he was invincible.

I don't know how many kendo monks yearn for this sentence, and it is regarded as a transcendent realm on the way to the sword.

Today's Bingchen is to re-verify Shangguan Xianchen's words.

Invincible within three feet!

Breaking greed and anger collided with the golden sword, and the sword broke.

The golden armor god on his body only resisted slightly, and was pierced into the chest by this majestic sword, and in the blink of an eye, the golden light all over its body faded and disappeared with extreme speed, and the golden brilliance in its eyes quickly dimmed.

At this time, Qingchen had already drifted into the gate of the ninth-floor mausoleum.