In the reciting sound that sounded like the thunder of a heavenly drum, a thin layer of flame ignited on the black-clothed monk's body, and then as if spirituality was injected into the strange patterns on the stone coffin.
Seeing this, the stout man's face immediately lit up with joy.
Qi Jingzhi frowned. The way the black-clothed monk opened the stone coffin in front of him was simply unheard of. Not to mention what was in the coffin, the intentions of these two men were sinister.
According to the "Daqi Laws", opening a tomb is an unpardonable crime. Those who have opened a tomb will be treated as a thief. If they get money without harming the corpse, they will be imprisoned by the border state; those who open a coffin will be treated as a robber and hanged; those who destroy the corpse will be treated as a murderer. Beheading.
However, there are very few tomb robbers who are only satisfied with the belongings in the tomb and do not open the coffin to see the body. Once captured by the government, most of them will be hanged or beheaded, which is extremely risky. That's why the strong man said this The business of beheading.
When Qi Jingzhi entered the tomb, a stalwart man and a monk in black were lying on the stone coffin. Seeing that their whereabouts were exposed, the two men made a decisive decision. One gave instructions with his eyes, and the other made seals, recited incantations, and touched the stone coffin. They were heartbroken. You don’t have to ask what your idea is.
In the blink of an eye, all the lines on the stone coffin were lit up by the flames, and there was a crackling sound of wood cracking inside.
"It really works! Last time I tried all my methods, but I couldn't do anything to the stone coffin. The mage's methods are really amazing!"
The sturdy man was overjoyed and couldn't help but get closer to the gap in the sarcophagus to take a look.
Unexpectedly, there was a bang, and the top of the sarcophagus suddenly opened. In an instant, a small part of it slid open, and a big black hand protruded from it, grabbed the thick man's neck, and pulled him Entering the stone coffin!
The strong man only had time to let out a short scream, and then there was silence. Then the sound of chewing flesh and bones was heard in the stone coffin.
Qi Jingzhi had already stepped forward, wanting to stop the black-clothed monk from continuing to recite the incantation. At this moment, he suddenly stopped and the anger on his face disappeared, leaving only a bit of shock at not knowing what to say.
Now there was no need for official punishments. The owner of the tomb took matters into his own hands and ate the robbers alive.
When he looked at the black-clothed monk again, he seemed to have expected it, and there was no look of surprise on his face. Instead, he calmly put away the seal, clasped his hands together, and saluted the stone coffin: "How good! The donor has done a lot of evil in this life, so... This should be the result!"
Beside the wall of the tomb, Qi Jingzhi silently rolled the red gold knife into beads and put it in his arms, sheathed the sharp knife, and then raised his hand and took out the Jianren Shou from behind.
The monk in black seemed to be aware of it, and immediately turned around, also gave a distant salute to the young man, and said regretfully: "After today, the stone coffin in the tomb will be left here in vain. It is really a pity. I wonder if the donor has any intention?" "
Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi smiled and praised, "Master is really compassionate!"
Before he finished speaking, he exerted force under his feet, raised the knife like a hanging wing, and flew towards the black-clothed demon monk beside the stone coffin.
Before he could rush forward, the demon monk had already retreated, using a stone coffin to separate himself from the young man.
After landing, the demon monk slapped his palm on the stone coffin. The flames of his black monk's robes began to glow again, and he exhaled in a voice like thunder: "A hundred calamities and thousands of twists and turns, the fierce light of the sharp blade, the great black god, protect me!"
As if in response to these incantations, a roar that was not like a human voice immediately came from the stone coffin, and a bloody thigh was thrown out from the inside, and smashed headlong into the young man who came with a knife.
Most of the flesh and blood on the thigh had been eaten away, exposing the dense white bones.
Qi Jingzhi immediately blocked with his sword, and the blade struck his leg bone with a clanking sound.
He shook his arm and poured the Wing Washing Energy into the blade, dispersing the powerful force coming from the leg bone. He was about to swing the knife in again when he saw the top cover of the stone coffin rising from the coffin and rolling towards him. It collided with it, and the sound of strong wind was loud.
Qi Jingzhi's pupils shrank and he did not resist. Instead, he knelt down and let the heavy stone cover fly over his head and hit the brick wall behind him.
There was a loud rumbling sound, and the already dilapidated tomb wall collapsed even more completely.
Qi Jingzhi had no time to look back, his eyes fixed on the tall figure rising from the stone coffin, with an indigo face, horns and fangs, a black body, red hair, and a mouth.
There was still blood on Jiaowu, and it was clearly a ferocious evil spirit that preyed on humans.
The blue-faced ghost stared at Qi Jingzhi, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a similarly dark long knife from the stone coffin. It was more than three feet long. There was also black energy lingering around the knife. It was as sad as hearing the cry of a mourning ghost.
Seeing this very evil black knife, the young man immediately realized. No wonder the black-clothed demon monk mentioned the fierce light of the blade before. It turned out that he was not referring to the blue-faced ghost, but this knife.
At that moment, a smile appeared on the face of the black-clothed demon monk. He pointed at Qi Jingzhi and said, "The sword has been covered in dust for a long time. Now that it is born, how can there be no one to sacrifice it?"
Unexpectedly, after the demon monk finished speaking, the blue-faced ghost ignored him and suddenly turned around to look in the direction of the tomb door.
Almost the next moment, a big guy with intertwined black and white fur jumped in from the door. It was the tiger-striped beast that had escaped without a trace before and returned.
A faint golden light flashed, and Cloud Snake and Wuhu flew in immediately.
The black-and-white tiger-striped beast was obviously frightened when it saw the blue-faced ghost standing in the stone coffin. Then without thinking, it turned its body and avoided the center of the tomb. It slipped along the wall to Qi Jingzhi's side, and then fell deeply into He prostrated himself on the ground, even his head dropped to the ground.
Qi Jingzhi was quite surprised by this behavior. Could it be that there was someone more ruthless at the other end of the tomb passage?
When the black-clothed demon monk next to the stone coffin saw this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he shouted at the blue-faced ghost: "What are you still standing there for? Kill this person quickly!"
However, the blue-faced ghost still didn't react at all. He just stared at the dark tomb passage outside the tomb door with his eyes like copper bells.
A moment later, a burly figure with purple beard and blue eyes ran in, holding a forearm-long scimitar in his right hand and an ox horn in his left hand.
Behind him was a tall, thin young man in red robe who was running fast with a gun, only the green bull from before was missing.
Suddenly, the tomb, which was not very big, immediately seemed crowded.
When the two people who arrived later saw the situation in front of them, their faces were shocked. They quickly gathered together and blocked the tomb door tightly.
Among them, the tall and thin young man in 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 immediately showed excitement.
At the same time, Qi Jingzhi also really saw the appearance of the two people on the top of the slope. Not to mention the Wei clan member who was last, the guy in front with a purple beard and green eyes seemed not very old, even Just be the same as yourself.
Qi Jingzhi took another glance at the black and white tiger-striped beast that showed its surrender, and finally determined that the two of them had not suffered an unreasonable disaster before, but had actually come to seek this guy's bad luck.
Beside the stone coffin, the black-clothed demon monk saw that he and the blue-faced ghost were sandwiched between two groups of people. His face was as heavy as water. Without hesitation, he immediately pinched the seal with his hand, lit the flame again, and shouted at the blue-faced ghost: " Hum! Dahei Ming..."
He had just begun to cast his spell, when suddenly a black light flashed before his eyes.
Soon enough, a bright, bright head left the neck of the demonic monk in black, flew straight away, and smashed into pieces on the tomb wall, leaving red and white stains all over the wall. .
His headless body was still standing in the distance, with blood spurting out of his chest.
The blue-faced ghost counterattacked its master cleanly, but it seemed as if he had just swatted a fly to death. He still raised his arm and raised his sword, looking forward for a moment.
It was looking at the boy with the purple beard and blue eyes, or more precisely at the broken horn in the boy's hand. In addition to being ferocious and bloodthirsty, his eyes also contained some obvious anger.
The purple-bearded and blue-eyed boy was also looking at the blue-faced ghost, or to be more precise, the long black knife in his hand that looked anything but ordinary.
"I am Wei Bao of the Jiuzhen Wei clan. Why is the red gold sword in your hand?"
The silence in the tomb only lasted for a moment before it was broken by the most inconspicuous tall and thin young man in red robe. To him, nothing in the world was more important than his own red gold sword.
Wei Bao just shouted this question, Qi Jingzhi's body swayed and he was already stepping forward.
The reaction of the other person and the ghost was only slightly slower, and they moved almost at the same time.
The blue-faced ghost suddenly jumped out of the stone coffin, and dashed forward wildly,
He fiercely raised the knife and struck it down on the head.
The blade is cold and dark, the black air is miserable, and the strong wind sounds like a ghost crying.
The boy with the purple beard and blue eyes did not show any signs of weakness. He rushed forward instead of retreating, and plunged into the blue-faced ghost's arms, stabbing the opponent's heart with the horns in his hand.
Almost in the blink of an eye, two equally strong bodies, belonging to one person and one ghost, collided fiercely.
boom!
At that moment, the entire tomb seemed to be shaking due to the collision.
One person and one ghost can be separated at the touch of a touch. Although the purple-bearded and blue-eyed boy is extremely talented, he is still inferior to the brute force of the blue-faced ghost. First, he was hit in the back by the handle of the dark long knife, and then he was hit by the tyrannical ghost body. Pushing it up, he involuntarily fell to the side and flew out.
Although the horn in his hand pierced the blue-faced ghost's heart, it failed to penetrate further. Instead, it carved a long, deep and terrifying scar on the opponent's chest.
Naturally, the blue-faced ghost felt uncomfortable, and he howled in pain immediately. The ghost body's momentum was not exhausted, and he stumbled forward for a few steps. Before he could stabilize his body, he saw a gun shadow heading straight for his throat.
"Geshu Dashi!"
Wei Bao, who had already reacted, shouted, but his eyes were fixed on the blue-faced ghost who was staggering towards him. Without hesitation, he lowered his waist and sat on his horse, holding the white-handled red-tasseled gun tightly with both hands, and killed him as soon as he came up.
The blue-faced ghost only had time to tilt his neck, and a piece of black neck flesh had already been bitten off by the poisonous dragon-like spear point.
It roared angrily, raised its elbow and raised its knife, and swung the gun from bottom to top, knocking the white-stemmed and red-tasseled gun away on the spot.
Wei Bao lost his balance and sat down on the ground. His palms were shaking violently and there was blood inside.
When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with the figure of the blue-faced ghost with red hair flying and running towards him furiously.
This man from the Jiuzhen Wei family had eyes that were about to burst, but he refused to open his neck and kill him. He immediately reached out to pull out the sword from his waist, but found that his arm was also trembling and was already numb.
At this critical moment, a young man stepped on the cloud snake and fog tiger and ran behind the blue-faced ghost in the air. He immediately jumped up with all his strength, holding the long sword with blue body and golden scales and shaped like a wild goose feather in both hands, and slashed with all his strength. To the back of the blue-faced ghost's neck.
Feeling the coldness of the blade on the back of his neck, the blue-faced ghost's hair stood on end. He immediately abandoned Wei Bao who was so close and turned around in a hurry!
There was a loud sound of gold and iron, two sharp blades struck each other, and there was a cold green energy and a sad black energy flowing in all directions.
In just an instant, the blue-faced ghost who hurriedly swung the sword was at a disadvantage, and with a strange cry from his mouth, the huge ghost body fell backwards, rolled into the tomb passage behind, and disappeared into the deep darkness. Z.br>
Qi Jing's sword made great achievements, but his body inevitably stagnated in mid-air, and then he landed gracefully.
The light in his eyes flashed, and he looked into the tomb passage with all his eyes, but the figure of the blue-faced ghost was no longer visible.
While he was on guard, Qi Jingzhi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the opponent was so fierce and cruel that after suffering a loss, he didn't turn around and fight again, but just ran away.
Fortunately, the auras of the blue-faced ghost and the strange black knife were extremely conspicuous, so there was no fear that the other party would just disappear without a trace.
Wei Bao on the side struggled to get up, struggled to pull out the sword from his waist, turned sideways at the same time, his eyes wandered back and forth between Qi Jingzhi and the tomb passage, and at the same time slowly retreated to the direction of Geshu's stone.
Geshu Dashi had also stood up and put his arm on Wei Bao's trembling shoulders: "Okay, that ghost has run away long ago!"
Qi Jingzhi turned his head and looked at his peer named Geshu Dashi in surprise. After all, in his perception, this person had no cultivation level. He did not expect that his spiritual sense was so sharp.
Geshu Dashi calmly met Qi Jingzhi's gaze, and took a step forward without any concealment, firmly protecting Wei Bao, who was several years older than him, behind him, but with a bright smile on his face: "I think this brother has no ill intentions." , otherwise we wouldn’t have been able to save our lives.”
Qi Jingzhi burst out laughing when he heard these words, because when Geshu Dashi said these words, his muscles all over his body tensed up, and the knuckles of his hands holding the knife and the horns turned white and the veins were exposed.
He smiled and shook his head: "
That blue-faced devil first hit you with a horn, and then got poked by his spear. Thinking about it makes me feel miserable. I don't want to follow in its footsteps. "
Qi Jingzhi said, then turned to look at the pale-faced Wei Bao. If Geshu Dashi was somewhat different from ordinary people, this descendant of Old Wei actually stood in front of the evil ghost with only his blood and courage. .
Looking at Wei Bao, especially the red silk used to wrap his bun on his head, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but think of the old man in brown with white hair tied in red silk and a red gold sword hanging from his waist.
There was a sad look on his face, and he said softly: "Old Wei died in Linzhou in battle. According to his last wish, I have buried him on the spot. This trip is to return the red gold sword."
"What? Uncle is gone?"
Even though he had already made some assumptions when he saw the red gold sword falling into the hands of outsiders, Wei Bao was still inexplicably sad when he heard this.
Only then did he realize that there was no trace of the red gold sword in Qi Jingzhi's hands or waist, and he couldn't help but feel confused again.
Qi Jingzhi nodded, walked to the body of the black-clothed demon monk, wrapped his palms in haze feather clothes, reached into the monk's clothes and rummaged around, only to find a few banknotes and some broken silver, and nothing special besides that. There is still no way to know the identity of the demonic monk in black.
He rummaged through the stone coffin again, but there was nothing inside except the mangled body of the stout man. He also had a blank look at the origins of the blue-faced ghost and the strange black knife.
"The demon monk wanted to keep me here forever, so that the tomb and the stone coffin would not be empty. I didn't want one to die in the coffin and the other to be buried outside the coffin in the blink of an eye. It must be as he said, I have done a lot of evil in this life, and I deserve this retribution." ..."
Qi Jingzhi shook his head and reached out to point at the brick wall that had mostly collapsed when he arrived: "You can't stay here for a long time. You can go out from the other side and go as far as possible."
After saying that, he turned around and rushed into the dark tomb passage.
Although the two people who died at the hands of the blue-faced ghost were not good people, the words of the black-clothed demon monk about sacrificing the sword with human beings were still in my ears. The evil ghost also loved to eat people. If he was allowed to leave, he would probably cause endless disasters.
"Roar!"
The black-and-white tiger-striped beast that had been lying down for a long time roared, rushed past Geshu Dashi and Wei Bao, and followed closely.
