Chapter 171 Eternal Corpse

Wudang, Hubei.

Cigarettes rose from the Wudang Mountain Taoist temple. On the mountain road, tourists shuttled through. At the door of the Taoist temple, two young disciples in Taoist robes looked at the crowd with solemn faces.

At the foot of the mountain, a strange man in a robe looked up and walked slowly. Between the steps, it is flowing clouds and flowing water. The man's face is like jade, but he is also quite handsome. What really pays attention to is his ancient costume and long hair over his shoulders. This man is not like those long-haired fake foreign devils who worship the outside world. His expression is quite natural, as if by nature. The ancient costume on him looks quite appropriate, and he has an extraordinary momentum. Wherever they passed, the crowd subconsciously gave way.

Fengyun Wuji passed through the crowd. When he passed by the two little Taoist priests, he suddenly felt it and glanced back at the two little Taoist priests. On the two people, Fengyun Wuji found the energy fluctuations that were strongly hidden.

The two little Taoist priests were glanced at by Fengyun Wuji, and the Danqi in their bodies suddenly fluctuated, and the original Gujing Wubo's face suddenly showed a terrible expression.

Feng Yun Wuji shook his head and walked to the Taoist temple. He said to himself, "The skills left by the Taiji Taoist priest do not seem to have been completely passed down. The elixir cultivated by the incomplete skills in this Taoist priest's body should be, but it is still too weak."

The martial arts of the two Taoist priests may be shocking to ordinary people, but for Fengyun Wuji, they just need to move their thoughts.

Stepping into the Taoist temple, a stream of cigarettes floated out of the god, filling the whole Taoist temple, and above was the statue of the Zhenwu Emperor. Feng Yun Wuji stepped into the Taoist temple. One of the two little Taoist priests behind him stepped into the inner hall, while the remaining little Taoist priest stared closely at Feng Yun Wuji.

Fengyun Wuji is observing the statue in the Taoist temple as if no one else. The surrounding walls are engraved with many words, but it tells the story between Emperor Zhenwu and Zhang Sanfeng.

It is said that Zhang Sanfeng was a figure in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. He dreamed that Emperor Zhenwu taught martial arts one day and night. On the next day, he dreamed of god boxing bandits. Since then, he has had Taijiquan. Then Zhang Sanfeng watched the battle between turtles and cranes. It is a complete Taiji sword.

In addition, there are some pictures of the real martial emperor in the heavenly world. For these, Fengyun Wuji is just a smile. The fairy world has long been a joke. There is no so-called fairyland at all. Naturally, there is no real martial arts emperor. However, Feng Yun Wuji found it strange that in this material plane, the description of the fairyland is much more detailed than any other plane. It has even created a complete immortal system. This inevitably makes Fengyun Wuji feel strange. After all, people in this position do not seem to believe in God very much. In other words, the Chinese descendants of this plane, like the Chinese descendants of other planes, don't believe in God very much.

Because there is no human god in ancient times.

"Master, please come with me." A Taoist priest suddenly came over. Make a gesture in front of Fengyun Wuji.

Fengyun Wuji chanted for a moment and said indifferently, "Please lead the way."

After several twists and turns, Fengyun Wuji met an old man with a long beard and silver beard in the back hall with the Taoist priest. The old man opened his eyes and looked at Fengyun Wuji. His original half of his eyes were completely opened and he was surprised and said in surprise, "I don't know what kind of senior is. The poor road is far away, and I hope you can forgive me. I don't know if you have any advice.

"In the past, Zhang Sanfeng, what secrets did he leave behind?" Fengyun Wuji asked, although the other party obviously mistook himself for the elder of a certain sect, Fengyun Wuji had no intention to argue. This kind of small sect's struggle really doesn't interest him.

Everyone in the room changed. Several middle-aged Taoist priests around the silver-bearded old man changed their faces and wanted to scold, but the silver-bearded old man stretched out his palm to stop him. At the same time, he said, "Senior, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he carefully pulled out an ancient yellow book from the light yellow thin mezzanine under him, which was very thin. Judging from the situation of the pages, it should have been many years, and the pages seem to be fragmented at any time.

Fengyun Wuji frowned slightly, and the martial arts preserved in the pages are generally impossible for a long time. The number of Taiji Taoist people came to this material plane tens of millions of years ago. If it was passed down at that time, the paper would naturally not be preserved for such a long time. It was almost the time to see the secret book.

"This volume is the Taiji atlas of my Taoist temple." The silver-haired old man respectfully handed over the scroll.

Fengyun Wuji did not take it. The fingers under the robe moved slightly, and a breeze brushed by. The silver hair was always full of wrinkled palms, and the scroll of secret book gently and automatically opened.

Entering the purpose, the first is a picture of Taiji that has faded a little, with a line of small seals: heaven and earth is a Taiji, the anode is born, the cathode is born, the yin and the yang is born, and the yin and yang are together, then it becomes the Taiji.

Fengyun Wuji was shocked. If he realized something and his mind moved, the scroll was quickly opened, dozens of pages, and Fengyun Wuji read it in seconds. After reading it, I couldn't help but be disappointed. Except for the yin and yang wood fish at the beginning and that paragraph, the other parts of this book are all specious words and things mixed with some real mental methods. Those are not seen by an ordinary ancient master.

"Thank you," Feng Yun Wuji said indifferently and slowly turned around. The figure suddenly turned into a virtual shadow. A gust of wind blew, and there was no trace...

It's crackling!

A crisp sound came, and the silver-bearded old man's face suddenly changed, and the disciples around him were shocked: "Master, what's wrong?"

A strong breath burst out of the body of the old man with silver beard and rushed away the disciples. In the bean-like voice, the body of the old man with silver beard was quickly raised, his silver hair gradually turned black, and the momentum emanating from his body was getting stronger and stronger. However, in just a few breath, the old man with silver beard The realm has risen to several levels, and the momentum is natural, just like a fairy who has been in the way for a long time.

"Master, are you all right?" The disciples got up and gathered around the old master of Wudang Mountain.

"It's okay!" The old man's eyes showed a grateful look: "The fate is extinguished, and the virtue of the book has been increased so thickly. The senior loves it!" After the old man finished speaking, he made a hand in the direction of Fengyun Wuji's departure. Looking back, he saw that all the disciples were confused and said, "The first time I saw this man was like a prison sea, with wind and rain, and your realm was not enough. I don't feel as deep as me... This person should never appear in this world. If he intends to compete, I won't give him the Taiji map, and he can easily take it away. There is no difference between giving it or not. Besides, he doesn't seem to care. If it makes him angry, I'm afraid that the whole Wudang Mountain will be in his mind. Instant destruction.

The brothers were stunned...

Except for those monks who are better than ordinary people, there is nothing that may have anything to do with Taiji Taoist in Wudang Mountain. This is the conclusion reached after Fengyun Wuji's divine consciousness swept the whole Wudang Mountain. Although he is in his mind, Fengyun Wuji is still a little lost.

"Wudang Mountain is related to the legend of Zhang Sanfeng. Whether Zhang Sanfeng is a Taiji Taoist or not, if he can learn the Taiji Taoist way, he must have a great relationship with the Taiji Taoist. Well, heaven has cleaned this material plane. But it is obviously not thorough. The Taiji map of Wudang Mountain is at most just a unique learning that a generation of leaders of Wudang Mountain learned before the head of Wudang Mountain. It has nothing to do with Taiji Taoist. Fengyun Wuji walked in the air at will and thought: "The Taiji Taoist must have appeared in Wudang Mountain at the beginning, or had a close relationship with Wudang, but Wudang obviously did not have the imprisoned Taiji Taoist. So now we have to start from another way, heaven. Taiji Taoist is imprisoned in heaven. As long as you find the angel here, you can naturally find the Taiji Taoist. Taiji Taoist came here thousands of years ago, and the Chinese people in this space seem to have a long history. If you want to find the whereabouts of Taiji Taoist, I'm afraid you have to start with the legend. Or, find the high-level angel in heaven directly, so that it is possible to find his whereabouts.

My mind is quickly clear. In terms of finding people and information, it is naturally the best to find the power of this plane.

Thinking of this, Fengyun Wuji stopped in the air, and the divine consciousness unfolded endlessly. With continuous extension, the number of breaths has expanded thousands of miles away. Some weak breaths are automatically ignored and skipped by Fengyun Wuji. Until...

Bei Minshan

Since ancient times, Bei Minshan has been a good place for funerals. The emperors and generals buried here are unknown to ordinary people. Over time. Over time. The yin stagnation gathers the essence of the sun and the moon. Finally, there are some strange things such as ghosts and corpses. Because of the protection of emperors and treasures, millions of corpses have been moistened with each other. Bei Min has been said to be a ghost king since ancient times.

The ghost king leads the ghosts, ghost generals, ghost soldiers, and ghost soldiers, but there are also many subordinates. So many shadows are gathered together. If Fengyun Wuji can't notice it, it is impossible.

In the Ghost King Cave of Bei Min Mountain, it is gloomy, the grass on the mountain is lush, the trees are leisurely, and there is no way to communicate with each other, but there are other caves in the belly of the mountain. The large columns of several feet of vermilion are inlaid with large pieces of jewelry. The top of the hall is made of mercury, inlaid with several huge night pearls. The room is gloomy, phosphorescent, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of white bones.

A piece of ghost roared through the void, and then at the end of the hall, a tall man in shabby armor, pale as paper-like face, loose hair, and empty-shaped man sat on a thin plate of gold and jade, beside several tall ancient corpses.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Ghost King's Tomb, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and several inches of dark green light burst out in his eyes. The ghosts were puzzled, and suddenly they heard a roar. The body of the ghost king mountain suddenly broke a big hole, and countless gravel and broken tomb doors burst in. The ghosts would shout and stand in front of the ghost king. The ghost spirit rose sharply and slammed, smashing the gravel that came.

The smoke and dust are mixed with rubble. The wind and clouds in white are drifting, with both hands behind him, and his long hair moves without wind.

A terrible momentum broke out like a tide, pressing on the ghosts, and the ghosts suddenly showed a difficult expression on their faces, as if they were pressing Mount Tai.

Chop!!

A crisp sound of bone fracture came, and the ghosts broke the leg bones and knelt on the ground.

"What kind of person dares to break into the ghost king's cave!" The movement of the ghost king's tomb has already shocked the little ghosts in the nearby mountains. Countless little ghosts dressed in broken armor and holding bone spears and some ghosts are surging. It came from the tomb road connected with the ghost king cave.

bursts of yin qi surged in, and Fengyun Wuji did not look back. The sleeve robe trembled, and a breath of strength came out. The ocean-like vast true qi instantly contained the little ghosts. Fengyun Wuji's wrists moved slightly, and all these shadows could not move and suspended in the air.

In the originally noisy tomb, all the sounds suddenly disappeared without a trace. At this time, the ghost king, who had no movement, suddenly raised his hand to play a square treasure. As soon as the treasure took action, it expanded to a few feet of square circle, and suddenly shot thousands of golden light from the small regular script on the square treasure, and the golden light Wuji voted for it.

At this time, he suddenly heard Fengyun Wuji snorting coldly, and the robe trembled. The little ghost, who was densely fixed in the air by Fengyun Wuji, suddenly screamed and broke up and turned into a room full of smoke. From the air, dense bones fell from the smoke.

At the same time, the golden light cast a huge golden beam from the top of the tomb to set the wind and clouds in it.

The ghost king laughed ferociously: "Where did the reckless man come from? Eat the king's Qingtian seal! Yes!"

When the ghost king saw that the other party's sleeve robe shook, half a million little ghosts were bombarded into flying ashes. He was already cold, but he couldn't help laughing. The sky seal was a treasure given by the emperor. The ghost king's vitality was roasted day and night, and after thousands of years, he finally became It can be big or small. Once hit by the sky seal, it will be like Mount Tai. Even if the ghost king is in office this time, his whole body will have to turn into blood mud, and he will not be spared.

Fengyun Wuji was stunned and motionless. This form of attack was that he had never seen the ground and was covered by the golden light, as if he had been overwhelmed by a huge mountain.

As soon as the ghost king saw that Fengyun Wuji was fixed, he immediately laughed: "Kid, destroy my tomb and kill my men. Let's pay for it with your life today, Gaga~"

The ghosts and handsome ghosts in the tombs were hit by Fengyun Wuji, easily destroying tens of thousands of little ghosts. He had already retreated. At this time, he heard the proud laughter of the ghost king, and saw that the man was covered by the Qingtian seal. He was overjoyed and gushed out of the four-energy tomb passages one by one.

"The ghost king's magical power is unrelied. The world is invincible, such a human being. He didn't know how to advance or retreat and retreated to the ghost king's cave. He died here today, and he should also die here, so that his elders can know that my ghost king's tomb is not a stepping stone for others to become famous..."

"His Majesty the Ghost King, his magical skills and virtues are unparalleled in the world. This is the first master in the world. Naturally, it is not His Majesty the Ghost King..."

"What kind of person he is, no matter how domineering he is, hey, as long as he is hit by the Sky Seal of the Ghost King, he will definitely die..."

"I don't know where this man came from. What a high-altitude martial arts..."

"Huh?" The ghost king snorted unhappily and it was extremely hot, and the ghosts also glared at the little ghost.

"However, the road is a foot high, and it is still a foot high for our His Majesty the Ghost King..." The little ghost said calmly without panic.

"Hahaha... It's your boy who can talk." The ghost soldiers and ghosts laughed loudly...

After laughing, he flattered all the way. The ghost king listened and grinned. Everyone loved to flatter, but listening, he was also tired of it. An inappropriate feeling surged into his heart, and he always felt that something was wrong

At this moment, an indifferent voice came from the crowd: "Are you done? After that, I'm going to take action!"

All the voices stopped abruptly, and the ghost king's eyes were wide open, almost protruding from his eyes:

A few feet away, Fengyun Wuji's right hand, which had been motionless, spread out, and a sound of Qingyue's sword came to everyone's ears. Then they didn't see how Fengyun Wuji was doing. Everyone only felt a very fast shadow passing in front of them, and then there was a crisp sound in the air.

Everyone looked up and watched the ghost king's treasure sky seal attack in a daze. It staggered left and right and fell from the air, and the golden light in the sky disappeared without a trace.

The ghost king suddenly turned into a virtual shadow with a thick yin qi from the throne, and two pale hands opened. With a click, two halves of the sky seal fell on the palm of the ghost king.

"My baby, my baby!" The ghost king threw himself on the ground and cried.

Before he finished crying, the cry stopped abruptly. At the bottom of his neck, a slender object was against his neck. Although the long sword was black, it seemed to be like a foreign appearance and had no uniqueness. It was thick for a year, and there might even be no front, but the cold feeling from the ghost king's neck clearly told Sword. His head can be easily cut off.

"Subly with me, I can give you strength! ..." A cold voice came, cold and full of **.

"Your Majesty the Ghost King! ..." The ghosts would exclaim, pulled out their blades and rushed to Fengyun Wuji.

Fengyun Wuji's left hand robe brushed, and a magnificent real air swept out, taking all the ghosts in the ghost king's tomb in the air, unable to move.

"Subly to me, or die!" The cold voice of Fengyun Wuji echoed in the tomb.

"We obey!"

The ghost king knelt down with a bang and threw himself into the tunnel, but he was puzzled in his heart: "What's going on? Once the Sky Seal hits, it is no different from Mount Tai. Why is this man unharmed!"

The ghost king is limited to the material plane, how can he know the magic power of the ancient master! Not to mention Mount Tai, even Mount Tai is ten times larger, and it is similar to the ancient mountains. With the power of the emperor's level, it is easy to pull out the mountain and shake the mountain, and how can it be bombarded by a Qingtian seal!

Fengyun Wuji turned his head and glanced coldly at the ghosts and gods: "Would you like to? You can submit!"

The ghosts will nod. His face was full of panic.

Fengyun Wuji brushed his hands, and the robe rolled up, bringing a light wind. The ghost who was taken to the void in the sky immediately fell to the ground.

Fengyun Wuji didn't look back. With an indifferent face, he stepped out with his right foot and walked to the throne of the ghost king. He waved his big hand and turned his body. He had already sat on the throne of the Ghost King, and his hands naturally rested on the golden armrest of the throne.

"All ghosts listen to the order, immediately find out all the news about Tai Chi and angels! Search all over the heavens and the earth!" Feng Yun Wu Ji said indifferently.

The ghosts subconsciously looked at the ghost king, and suddenly heard a cold hum in their ears, and they were shocked all over, and then turned into a gloomy wind one by one and dispersed around.

"Your Excellency, if you want to take the throne of this ghost king. The little one volunteered to sacrifice the throne of the ghost king. Below, the ghost king knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "I just hope that the adult can pass a small move and a half."

The ghost king has no shame of people in the right path. If you can't admit defeat, you can get benefits, naturally you have to get dignity and so on. Bh, what's the use of dignity when people die.

"Don't worry!" Fengyun Wuji inadvertently exuded the momentum of the land like a mountain, pressing in the heart of the ghost king, but only several times, Fengyun Wuji has erected an invincible image in the heart of the ghost king.

"I don't care about your ghost throne. When you bring the news I want. I will leave by myself. This ghost throne is still yours. Feng Yun Wuji said coldly, "Of course. The premise is that during this period, as long as you obey me.

"The villain does not dare," said the ghost king in panic. He was originally an ancient general who died in battle, and he deeply understands the truth of becoming a king and defeating the bandit. In the past thousands of years, the open and secret struggle with all forces on the earth has long been smooth on all sides.

Fengyun Wuji slowly closed his eyes, opened his hands and fingers, crossed his chest, and silently meditated. His body was hidden in the darkness of the ancient tomb, as if he were hidden in one, like an emperor of the dark world.

The ghost king did not dare to go out. He stood up and stood obediently on the side of Fengyun Wuji. In the whole tomb of the ghost king, there is only the sound of Fengyun Wuji breathing for a long time.

Although Fengyun Wuji people sat in the tomb of the ghost king, the divine consciousness subconsciously shot out, covering the whole Beimin Mountain, and all the situations of ghosts of all sizes entering and leaving the tomb were fed back to my mind one by one. Everything is under control. When returning to the plane, Feng Yun Wuji has already made it clear that the native forces in these planes to inquire about the news. Sometimes, it is much more convenient and detailed than their own divine investigation.

Wherever the divine consciousness goes, the structure of the whole Bei Min Mountain is in the eyes. The Bei Min Mountain is extremely huge. It is thousands of meters high from the top of the mountain to the belly of the mountain, but it is divided into hundreds of layers. Each layer belongs to different dynasties and is covered with a thick layer of dead bones. There are as many as millions of tombs. As soon as the order was issued, the dense little ghosts all rushed out of the tomb, gushed out of Bei Min Mountain like a tide, and disappeared.

There was silence around, but Feng Yun Wuji was multi-purpose, thinking about the ghosts of Beimin Mountain. Generally speaking, once you die, the human soul will dissipate. It should not exist in this world, condensed, let alone be reunited and reborn like a ghost king. Perhaps because of the material plane, heaven and earth are thin, whether it is a Taoist priest in the Wudang Taoist temple. It is still the ghost king in the underground. His martial arts are not very high. If you look at Taigu, any Taiku master who comes to this material plane is enough to call him the first master and kill all directions. The only possible threat is those angels who run to the physical plane of Demon and heaven left on this plane.

When Fengyun Wuji's consciousness swept through the bottom of the earth, a huge corpse pit, stopped on a wrinkled ancient corpse, and his heart couldn't help jumping. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the ruler burst out of his eyes, which shocked the ghost king.

"What's wrong with the crypt?"

"Tomb, underground?" The ghost king said, "Is it just that I buried the dead bones here before me?"

"Fer down! Thousands of feet..." Feng Yun Wuji said unhappily.

The ghost king's face showed a blank look: "This man, I was buried here about 8,000 years ago. As for going down, I don't know. When I came, I already had it. There are many strange corpses buried below, where, as long as you get close, the whole body is surging down, and you can't stop it. Here, there has long been a forbidden place by me.

Feng Yun Wuji's heart moved, and the next moment, he disappeared from the vision of the ghost king. A rumbling sound came. A few feet in front of the ghost king, a large round hole appeared out of thin air. I don't know how deep the hole was, and it was dark inside.

The ghost king stood at the mouth of the cave, looked at the big hole that he didn't know how deep it was, and gasped: "This... This is too direct! ..." After thinking about it, the ghost king turned into a wisp of gloomy wind and got into the hole...

But Fengyun Wuji crashed into a vertical channel directly from the throne of the ghost king.

This is a huge tomb. At first glance, Fengyun Wuji can't help but think of the tomb of the mutant in the underground prison of the demon world.

suspended in the void. Looking down at the thick layer of white bones below, Fengyun Wuji stepped out, like flowing clouds and flowing water, directly to the ancient corpse in the induction.

Awn!

A magnificent gray fog suddenly gushed out of the thick corpse, drowning Fengyun Wuji. In the thick corpse, a stiff hand stretched out from below. He directly clasped Fengyun Wuji's hands, and then a pale face reflected into Fengyun Wuji's eyes.

Ah!

A exclamation came, and the ghost king didn't expect to see such a tomb as soon as he came down!

Boom!!!

A sound exploded from the heavy corpses. Countless zombies rushed out, and each zombie had the momentum and strength beyond the reach of the ghost king.

"Senior, save me!" A zombie's hands were buckled on the ghost king. The ghost Wang Lishi felt the yin in his body**, and he was immediately shocked and looked around. The whole catacombs were all this kind of zombies, with hair and shoulders, and the body was plump, just like when he was alive, just a little less blood color.

Hold the zombie, but its limbs are richer and more elastic than other zombies, and the momentum is stronger than other zombies.

Oh! The zombie sprayed a mouthful of white fog into Fengyun Wuji, but the white fog automatically bypassed both sides one foot away from Fengyun Wuji.

Fengyun Wuji's hands broke slightly, but when he heard a crisp click, the zombie's hands folded elbows.

"If you want to suck my essence, with your level of cultivation, it's still far away!" Feng Yun said coldly, brushing his hands, and the zombie flew out silently.

Fengyun Wuji was slightly shocked all over, and the strength of the river and sea suddenly soared out, tolerant of the whole catacombs, where his mind moved, but he heard several explosions, and all the zombies in the room turned into piles of flying ash, flying all over the room.

The ghost king gasped his breath. He could hardly believe that so many super-strong ten-thousand-year-old zombies were actually bombarded by Fengyun Wuji. At the same time, he was secretly happy that he knew the current affairs and knew how to advance and retreat. Otherwise, I was afraid that the end The end.

What the hee!

A sound of bone collision came, but the zombie with broken hands got up from the ground. Feng Yun Wuji frowned slightly and was about to kill him, but he saw the zombie suddenly kneeling towards him, and then motionless, with a respectful look.

Fengyun Wuji stared at him for a while. The zombie seemed to have a little wisdom. For a long time, Fengyun Wuji raised his palm and finally fell gently. At the place of the long sleeves, the original stiff ground, a large piece of dead bones were swept away, and a yin and yang Taiji map of the iron cast ground was exposed.

After him, the ghost king suddenly realized that these zombies were the monsters guarding here. Quietly following up, the ghost king found that there was a solemn and solemn look on the mysterious man's face.

Fengyun Wuji's right palm virtually looked at the iron-cast Taiji, and his palm gently lifted it, but he heard a burst of friction of gold and iron. The yin and yang wooden fish on the iron casting board turned up and down, and a sound of organs came, and the yin and yang wooden fish staggered from left Below, the surging white fog escaped from the staggered cracks of the yin and yang wood fish.

This is an ancient corpse, and it is a very old ancient corpse. There is a cross wound that pierces the chest in his chest, which can be seen from one side. In addition, on the surface of his body, it is full of scars, a kind of burn scar. His skin is dry, like an ordinary hundred-year-old man. The robe on the body has long been rotten, and the cave is exposed under the yin and yang wooden fish. Leaning against the wall of the cave, an ancient sword is erected, and the place of the hilt of the sword is engraved with a Taiji pattern.

This skeleton is already skinny, as straight as a layer of skin hanging on the skeleton.

At a glance, Fengyun Wuji had a preliminary understanding of this ancient corpse: it must be a Taigu-level master of the same period as the Taiji Taoist, for tens of millions of years. It's not easy to maintain this look. As for those zombies, they must have been made by him with secret methods to protect his body.

"Who is this person? Why does he have a Tai Chi sword? It was sealed here by the Taiji map again, buried at the bottom of the Bei Min Mountain? Is he a Taiji Taoist? Feng Yun Wuji's heart was full of doubts.

When Fengyun Wuji opened the Taiji coffin, the ancient corpse suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were all black. Then, the ancient corpse shook his hands and waved.

Boom!

An indescribable huge amount of heaven and earth gas converged from all directions to the bottom of the earth, and then rushed into the body of the ancient corpse. When the heaven and earth gas passed through the Taiji coffin, it turned into wisps of white gas, and then poured into the ancient corpse from the ancient caves.

In the stunned eyes of the ghost king, the ancient corpse quickly swelled up. Behind the ancient corpse, a illusory Taiji image clinged to the body of the ancient corpse.

Skin, hair, meridians, everything. They all grew up in a short time, and the ancient corpse grew a long black hair again. The wrinkled face became plump and bloody, but in the blink of an eye, a majestic and handsome middle-aged man appeared in the eyes of the ghost king.

"Who are you?! Why did you open my coffin in advance?!" The man suddenly opened his eyes, and his powerful momentum bombarded the ghost king hundreds of feet like a strong wind.

Puff!

The ghost king screamed a scream and spewed out a black breath. As ghosts, there was no blood to spray. There was only Jingyuan. Only such a mouthful of Jingyuan consumed the ghost king for thousands of years, which made the ghost king shocked, angry and distressed.

Only Feng Yun Wuji did not move, allowing the man to rush like a storm, but like a mainstay.

"Who are you?" The man was shocked, raised his upper body, stared at Feng Yun Wuji, and then glanced at the zombie leader who was still kneeling on the ground. He turned around and sighed, "Is it possible that heaven destroys me, my ancestor, my disciple is powerless, and I can't save you!"

"Fate and evil are all doomed!" The man suddenly sighed, and after saying that, his body exploded into countless white gas, and a stream of real heaven and earth gas shot out of his heavenly body hole, dozens of feet long, and the room was full of white fog.

Then the young man's appearance collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, his face quickly sank, his lips opened slightly, and a mouthful of purple blood shot away from his mouth. Then, the man fell down, but in an instant, he changed from a middle-aged man to the ancient corpse again.

Fengyun Wuji's face was flat, and he couldn't see the expression. He knows a little about the man's situation.

This man doesn't know what kind of secret method he has learned to seize the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon, gather his essence, and try to be reborn against the sky. Unexpectedly, because he opened his coffin too early, and because the heaven and earth between heaven and earth are very thin, far less than in ancient times. At first glance, But in fact, the spirit of heaven and earth is far from enough. The secret method against the sky failed to make all the achievements, and the achievements were on the way.

"It's your misfortune and your luck to meet me." Feng Yun Wu Ji said indifferently. With a swing of the long sleeve, Ruyu's right hand stretched out from the bottom of the sleeve. Suddenly, he saw that the man who was about to eat back the skill, and the man was shocked all over, and the reverse process immediately stopped.

Fengyun Wuji has a left hand, and the three-layer star-absorbing method has already taken action. Before the man's just dissipated heaven and earth gas dissipated, he was gathered by Fengyun Wuji with the star-absorbing method. The agitation of the wind in the room, and the strong qi pushed the ghost king who had just recovered far away. Press it tightly against the wall.

The sound of the wind suddenly dissipated. In the palm of Fengyun Wuji, there was a white ball. Where Feng Yun Wuji moved, the man's body floated from the coffin, and his fingers flicked slightly. The ball made of heaven and earth fell into the man's mouth. Then, Fengyun Wuji leaned over A mouthful of transparent air. The real qi was as pervasion as running water and submerged into the body of the ancient corpse.

Ah!

The man suddenly opened his mouth and shouted. Then, the dry body quickly plumped up, and a sound of flesh and blood grew from the man's body.

The man opened his eyes and saw Feng Yun Wuji at the first sight, with a surprised look on his face.

"Welcome back?" Fengyun Wuji stretched out his hand, "I hope we can achieve our wishes together."

The man hesitated for a moment. He stretched out his hand, but still asked, "What would you like?"

"Save the Taiji Taoist." Feng Yun Wu Ji said indifferently.

The man's outstretched hand suddenly shrank, his body swung, and floated back, with a guard on his face: "Who are you? How do you know the name of the ancestor? Are you also an apprentice of your ancestors? No, it's impossible. I've never seen you."

Fengyun Wuji smiled and stretched out his two fingers at will. The long sword that shot at the man folded a few feet away from the man and threw it at Fengyun Wuji at a faster speed.

The man was shocked and suddenly stretched out his two fingers like a sword, pointed to the ancient Taiji sword, and shouted, "Sick!"

The ancient sword trembled, as if to break away from the control of Fengyun Wuji.

What? The wind and clouds sounded faintly. He said in his heart, "Taiji swordsmanship is really unique. It can actually compete with the skill of the imperial sword in my imperial sword realm, but it's still a little short."

Fengyun Wuji's original outstretched two fingers suddenly retracted, and the long sleeves were thrown. Bring a strong wind and put your hands behind you. The whole body of the robe swayed slightly, but in an instant, the man suddenly felt that the human figure in front of him had changed greatly. In a blink of an eye, the man seemed to turn into a Zheng Zheng Emperor's sword. The emperor was majestic. The originally shaking Taiji ancient sword must have been thrown at Fengyun Wuji again. With a

"Who the hell are you?" The man shouted angrily.

"I saved your life. Is that how you treat me?" Feng Yun Wuji said indifferently, shook his big sleeve, and his right hand stretched out from under his robe. He picked up the Taiji ancient sword and flicked it gently. The ancient sword let out a long sound of joy.

"If you don't tell me, I also know that you are a teacher of Taiji Taoist. Has he never told you where he came from?"

The man's face changed greatly, and he pointed to the sky and said, "Are you, like your ancestors, from... from above...?"

Fengyun Wuji nodded, and with two fingers in the middle of the meal, the Taiji ancient sword turned into a streamer and threw at the man. He fixed a few feet in front of the man and remained motionless.

The man's face was shocked. He stretched out his right hand, took over the ancient sword, and said hesitantly, "I believe you came down from the sky like the ancestor. I hope you can really save the ancestor..."

The man said, but there was a sad look on his face.

"That's natural. This time, I'm here to understand how to save Taiji Taoist." Feng Yun Wuji said, "However, it was tens of millions of years ago that the Taiji Taoist came here. I don't know where he was detained by the people of heaven. I don't know. Do you know where he was detained?"

The man's face began to show surprise, but it turned into a look of mourning in an instant: "Has it been thousands of years? The past is still vivid in my mind. Fight against heaven, just like yesterday. I didn't expect it to be a thousand years. Alas, although I have the intention to save my ancestor, I'm afraid it's not enough with you and me! Heaven, the strength is too strong..."

"You don't have to worry about this. According to the temple, the strength of heaven in this material plane has been greatly weakened. For the angels of heaven, I have also had a fate. If all the angels come, I can completely kill them all."

Unexpectedly, the man shook his head after hearing this: "You are wrong. If there are only angels, if you don't talk about you, I can easily kill the blockbuster... However, death has no meaning to angels. Destiny does not have a real meaning of death, and the detaining the ancestor is not It's an ordinary angel!"

Fengyun Wuji's face changed: "Are there still high-level angels in this world?!!"