On the ground of the imperial mausoleum, the hook of the earth locked all the enemies tightly, making them unable to move.
Li Chongxi actually held back more than a dozen people on the other side, plus three fierce ghost kings, with just one person!
Only then did everyone realize how powerful this tombkeeper was.
During the years when Li Chongxi was guarding the tomb, he had nothing to do, so he often communicated with the successors of other folk sects, and learned his skills through repeated visits.
Of course, others only taught Li Chongxi a little bit. After all, they were all unique skills of each family.
The reason why Li Chongxi is so good is all due to his hard work over the years!
There are even some secret techniques that are different from the original ones. They belong to Li Chongxi and were developed entirely by himself!
Li Chongxi suppressed everyone, his eyes full of anger.
It's these guys!
They had evil intentions and were bewitched by their son Li Genmiao. Just for their own benefit, they started fighting with each other!
Although folk sects are said to be a single lineage, after so many years of development, different schools will eventually breed.
For example, some masters teach their disciples skills, but the disciples betray the master and flee to the world. The master can only train another disciple, and the big disciple who escapes is likely to spread his wings and eventually form another sect.
But no matter what kind of school it is, it all has the same roots. Even if different blood flows in our bodies, the skills we learn should be closer than the blood relationship. We should be a family!
Now Li Chongxi sees everyone fighting in the same room, and the pain in his heart is indescribable.
"You all wake up!"
Li Chongxi locked everyone in place and said in a deep voice: "What good does it do to you to kill your fellow disciples? Do you really believe Li Genmiao's lies?"
However, Twenty-Eight Stars couldn't listen to Li Chongxi's words at all. They were still resisting, and they only felt that the old man named Li was very noisy.
Li Chongxi stared at them and suddenly understood that maybe he was not the person who could unite the folk sects.
That person...should be Yan Shouyi, right?
No wonder Yin Tang called a few days ago and kept mentioning Yan Shouyi...
However, if Yan Shouyi becomes powerful, he will eventually become his rival with his own son Li Genmiao.
If two parties fight, one of them will die.
Will the person who dies then be Yan Shouyi or his son Li Genmiao?
Li Chongxi sighed heavily.
These issues are not something that should be considered now.
"Senior Li, we are trapped in the Burial of Ten Thousand Ghosts." Ah Gong turned back and reminded Li Chongxi.
Now Chu Wu has led people into the imperial mausoleum, followed closely by Shi Jing and Yu Jinhong. If everyone cannot enter the imperial mausoleum to support, Yan Shouyi will definitely face tremendous pressure by then.
So everyone couldn't help but be impatient.
Li Chongxi looked back, gritted his teeth, and channeled some of his energy.
He reached out and took out a bunch of paper figures from his arms. These paper figures were holding hands. It seemed that they were also the magic weapon to activate the burial of all ghosts!
The only difference is that these paper figures are red and black, and they also exude an unpleasant odor.
A Gong's expression changed. The paper man buried under a ghost lurk needs to seal the soul of a living person.
Could it be that Senior Li also did this? !
As if guessing that A Gong would be so suspicious, Li Chongxi explained: "My move is not the Ambush of Ten Thousand Ghosts, but a move specially developed to deal with the Burial of Ten Thousand Ghosts. There is no soul in the paper man, it is only used to deal with evil spirits. Black dog blood.”
Li Chongxi not only studied the stunts of various sects, but also how to counteract these stunts.
After hearing the explanation, A Gong already admired Li Chongxi deeply.
Senior Li has such talent, talent, and perseverance, but he can only stay in the imperial mausoleum for decades. This is too cruel to him.
If Senior Li could leave the imperial mausoleum, perhaps the history of Xuanmen in the past few decades would also be changed because of him, right?
Agong couldn't help but think a little more: Senior Li is so powerful, his son Li Genmiao must not be simple either.
Li Genmiao was able to form the New Xuanshan Sect and force the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yin to death. He was more or less a hero. However, Agong had never fought Li Genmiao head-on, so he had no idea of his strength.
Now that he saw Li Chongxi's ability, Ah Gong instinctively raised Li Genmiao's ability by several levels.
Li Chongxi warned:
"My tricks can open up a path in a short time from the blockade formation where all the ghosts are buried. You should take the opportunity to get out. After you get out, chase into the imperial tomb. Don't look back. Let me handle the matters on the ground! "
"good!"
Ah Gong turned around and brought the news to the others so that everyone could prepare.
I saw Li Chongxi throwing out the paper man and silently reciting the magic formula.
The string of paper figures flew towards the barrier and formed an arch, which just blocked the power of Ten Thousand Ghosts Ambush and opened up a small door that even required bending down to pass through.
Dense beads of sweat appeared on Li Chongxi's forehead, indicating that he was not relaxed at this time:
"Let's go!"
"Walk!"
Everyone lined up and quickly passed through the passage one by one, finally escaping from the ambush of ten thousand ghosts!
Agong then shouted: "Time is running out, we can't look back, hurry up and enter the imperial mausoleum!"
Every minute and every second spent in the imperial mausoleum was earned through the efforts of Li Chongxi and other successors of folk sects. Not a minute or a second can be wasted.
Seeing that everyone had entered the imperial mausoleum, Li Chongxi breathed a sigh of relief. The escape route could not be maintained for another second, and the red and black paper figures instantly turned into ashes.
"Damn old guy!" the enemy yelled, "If we hadn't seen that you are Li Genmiao's father, we would have killed you long ago!"
Old thing?
Li Chongxi was angry. His body, which was originally a little thin, suddenly became much straighter.
"Li Genmiao is my son, when did I become worse than my son?" Li Chongxi said angrily, "How much fear Li Genmiao has brought you, I will give you twice as much today, so that you rude younger generations can see what it is He is a true tombkeeper!”
Li Chongxi was angry, like an old wild lion. Although he showed a bit of weakness, his power was still the same as before!
A violent storm is about to sweep across the ground of the Imperial Tomb. This violent storm is mixed with the smell of blood, and is more violent and fierce than the current heavy rain.
Because the one who brings rain is not the rain clouds in the sky, but the tombkeeper-Li Chongxi!
