Chapter 401 The Coffin of the Cemetery Group

There was a huge thunder in the sky, and it rained heavily.

Cui Buyi remembers that thirty-six years ago, he and Ding Feng listened to Long Qingyuan's words. When they left Dangyang City, it was raining heavily like this. The two walked on the muddy road with their fellow villagers who asked for the way together, with three points of hope, three points of confusion, three points of sacrifice of life, and one point of reluctance.

Now, Cui Buyi sees the same scene again, but his mood is completely different.

Long Qingyuan, who walked in front of him, has long been one of the most outstanding disciples in the preaching field. Among tens of thousands of disciples, he can also rank in the top ten, and his strength breaks through the third level of awakening! The year of Long Qingyuan's montage, compared with the first disciples of the preaching field, was more than 30 years late, which shows his high talent!

Although neither he nor Ding Feng has cultivated to the level of Taoism, it is more than a thousand times better than before. In addition, each of them has a special skill, even among the countless disciples in the preaching field, it is enough to be impressive.

"We're back again." Long Qingyuan said with a smile.

Cui Buyi and Ding Feng nodded with a trace of excitement in their eyes. In thirty-six years, time has passed, and they are no longer the same as before, and there is no other change in Dangyang City except for the greener moss on the city wall.

Ding Feng went home first, while Cui Buyi returned to Cui's house accompanied by Long Qingyuan.

Cui Buyi's experience in his youth was slightly better than Long Qingyuan's. Although he did not like him in the Cui family, he would not even dare to ridicul as a doorman like Long Qingyuan. When the doorkeeper heard that he was the "young master" of the Cui family, he hurried in and reported it. After a while, he saw an old man with a white beard surrounded by a large group of people. He came down and came out. This person was Cui Buyi's second uncle, Cui Yongzheng.

When the two sides met, Cui Yongzheng found that after more than 30 years, Cui Buyi was ten years older, and Long Qingyuan was exactly the same as his memory. He was still in his early twenties. He knew that the two had embarked on another road of strength. After a long time, he could not put out the shelf of the fifth level of awakening. He clicked a little. The head greeted the two back.

Cui Buyi was quite sad. When he came back this time, the personnel of the house changed. His parents were old and retreated from the court. Now the pillar of the Cui family is his brother of his peers. There is no contempt for each other when they were young, but they are happy.

Un until the evening, Long Qingyuan felt that he was indeed superfluous here, so he resigned from Cui Buyi and agreed to meet again in a few days.

Walking on the street, Long Qingyuan had nowhere to go for a while. He had no feelings for that Longfu. After the last time he went back, he completely forgot where it was in his heart. He turned around for a long time and unconsciously came to the gate. After a moment of meditation, he flew out of the city and walked to the ancestral cemetery in the south of the city.

The only thing Long Qingyuan, the ancestor of the Long family, remembers Grandpa Zu. When he was very young, Grandpa was quite kind to Long Qingyuan. He was the only person in the Long Mansion who had a good impression. However, Grandpa Long Qingyuan died when Long Qingyuan was five years old. Since then, Long Qingyuan has fallen into deep water and could not escape.

The cemetery is a large-scale mausoleum. In addition to the tombs of the ancestors of the Long family, the four major families of the State of Chu and the ancestors of the royal family are buried on this mountain. Therefore, this can be said to be the most respected place in the State of Chu in addition to burning the valley. It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, a powerful god was buried in this cemetery. This rumor can be heard in the streets and alleys, but it has always been heard as an anecdote, and no one has ever taken it seriously.

"Grandpa Zu, the moon is so round tonight." Long Qingyuan muttered.

The sky is a blood-red moon, which is no different from usual, but Long Qingyuan always feels a little different. It seems that something has run out of it.

After a while, the moon quietly hid in the middle of the clouds, and the cemetery gradually had a gust of wind, giving people a creepy feeling.

Long Qingyuan is not afraid. He is a person who practices Taoism. Those soul yuanshen and other things have long been in contact with the preaching field. He is least afraid of ghosts, so he has no intention of leaving.

Gradually, at midnight, the yin qi became heavier. Fog floated in the mausoleums, covering the sight, and from time to time there were gloomy laughter. Long Qingyuan knew that most of them were illusions, which was the soul power after death. After gathering or some unknown changes, a self-conscious energy group was formed, and also It is the ghost in the eyes of the world, which can only be scary, but the strength is not flattering.

After another hour, Long Qingyuan gradually felt something was wrong. Even ghosts, in his common sense, are not so active. At this time, with his eyes injected with spiritual power, you can see wandering ghosts everywhere. Most of them are because of lack of energy and consciousness, even their bodies are not completely transformed. A few strong people go around to prey on those weak ghosts and swallow them in one bite. Eat it away and continue to grow.

"Grief!" Long Qingyuan finally felt what was here. Under the nourishment of resentment, the spirit that should have dissipated after death has gradually been bred with evil spirituality and become resentful spirits one by one. During the day, there is nothing abnormal in this tomb group because of the strong sunlight. At this moment, it is the moment when these mutant spiritual ghosts are rampant.

"Good boy, Master Longzi is here. You dare to appear and live impatiently..." Long Qingyuan decided to clean up this place. After all, it is the ancestral tomb, which is so miserable.

A magic sword was sacrificed. This sword was refined by Master Qu Shan at the beginning, and it was given by the master's own hands. Long Qingyuan has always cherished it and is easily reluctant to use it. However, at present, there are ghosts on all sides, and he can't care about so much.

A firelight shone out, with purple in the light blue, which is a sign of the second stage of cultivation from the fire. The firelight burst on all sides through the flying sword, and in an in an hour it spread to the whole cemetery group. Thousands of ghosts were surrounded by flames. Long Qingyuan increased his strength and was preparing to refine these ghosts. However, a strange and sharp hissqueak sounded in the sky, and the suffocation and breath on the face immediately extinguished the fire of Long Qingyuan!

"It's so strong, who is it!" The cold sweat on Long Qingyuan's forehead dripped in an instant. The fire is the same as the real fire of the sun, but it melts everything, but now it is extinguished by a breath. It can be seen that the other party's strength is much higher than him. In Long Qingyuan's memory, only his master Qudan can have such strength.

The sound floated out, echoed several times, and finally it was inaudible.

The hissing suddenly rushed down, and Long Qingyuan retreated dozens of steps. Only then did he find that the sound was a mass of red smoke of hundreds of feet square meters. It was flexible. There were endless resentments gathered inside, and a huge monster figure could be faintly seen hiding in it. The overwhelming pressure made Long Qingyuan's breathing almost suffocate.

The breath almost ignored Long Qingyuan. It circled over the cemetery group for a moment and suddenly spread. The smoke soon enveloped the whole cemetery. The ghosts that should have been extinguished under the fire of Long Qingyuan fell into the control of this monster. Only those ghosts The speed visible to the naked eye shrank, and they seemed to forebode their fate of extinction. They screamed and struggled sadly, but in the end they could not escape. After more than a dozen breaths, the air was clear, and it seemed that a bright universe had returned to this area.

"Ah... um... er..." A period of vague syllables came out of the fog, and Long Qingyuan heard that the other party should be sighing with satisfaction.

He retreated quietly, trying to stay away from here without attracting the other party's attention. After all, the monster's strength is already the level he can only look up to. He can't stop what the other party wants to do. If he is not careful, he has to die. Therefore, he just wants to leave temporarily and then think of other ways to see what happened.

Unfortunate, it backfired. Just as Long Qingyuan was about to leave the cemetery, he suddenly felt that he was locked.

"It's the red smoky monster!" Long Qingyuan made a decision immediately, took off the sword, and rushed out with a bang.

It's just that the monster has locked him. No matter how fast he runs, he flew over Dangyang City in the blink of an eye, and still did not get rid of the viper-like sight behind him. Long Qingyuan sweated profusely and said that he had studied Taoism for decades. He would not die like this. It was too tragic to die.

"Haoyang's secret!" At the moment when he was at a loss, suddenly a voice sounded affectionately in his ear. Long Qingyuan didn't think about it. He immediately carried out the Haoyang formula. In the inheritance of the preaching field, the most powerful fire magic sun real fire was immediately released, hoo--!

There was a sad ghost scream behind him, and the breath immediately disappeared.

Long Qingyuan looked back. There was no red smoke monster. What he just chased was just a divine idea of the monster.

"Master?" Long Qingyuan looked around suspiciously. He clearly heard the voice of the master's song just now.

Sure enough, with his call, a flame giant bird suddenly fell from the sky. It was so fast that it flew from the sky to the front in the blink of an eye. Long Qingyuan stared at it. Isn't it a three-legged fire bird in the preaching field? Next to it, Master Qu Shan nodded to him with a smile.

"Disciple Long Qingyuan saw the master," Long Qingyuan was overjoyed and visited him. In the preaching field, it is difficult for him to have the opportunity to get the personal teachings of Qu Dan, and there is almost no private communication. When he is shocked, he sees the master here, which is really a surprise for him. "Master, how can you appear here?"

Qu Dan smiled and got up: "It's just to chase you just now..."

The red smoky monster? Long Qingyuan remembered the feeling of the moment just now. He almost closed the ghost door and couldn't help sweating coldly: "Master, what is that thing..."

Qu Dan looked up at the moon and shook his head and said, "It should be a resentful spirit, just like the spiritual power of ordinary people after death, which gradually turns into an evil ghost because of the influence of their will. It's just that the one you see is more powerful than all ghosts..."

Long Qingyuan nodded unconsciously. Indeed, the strength of the smoky monster is roughly estimated to be above the realm of the god. If it is really a resentment, how terrible it should be!

"Disciples don't understand why there is such a powerful resentment and run to the largest ancestral tomb group in Dangyang City?" Long Qingyuan wondered, "Is it related to the legend of this mausoleum? It is rumored that a powerful god has been buried here in Yangcheng. Does it have anything to do with this..."

"It's not what you think," Qu Shan shook his head and denied Long Qingyuan's speculation. "This resentment spirit is still because he got up for the teacher... In those years, the Tianmo clan besieged the barbarian stars, and the teacher went to explore the demon's nest together with the Xuanwu Venerable, destroyed the demon's nest, and hundreds of thousands of dead demon souls gathered. The powerful resentment changed day and night, absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, and gradually formed such a powerful resentment spirit... It was born on the moon above our heads, not this cemetery group, but since it came here, it means that there should be something it needs under the mausoleum... Maybe it has something to do with what you said about the god. ......”

"Master, what should we do? When the master preached, he once said that resentment is an evil thing bred by the aura of heaven and earth. Staying in the world will only cause endless harm. Do you want to eradicate it?

Qu Dan nodded: "This time as a teacher, I came here for this matter. Let's go and see what the resentful spirit came here for, and then decide how to deal with it next..."

The two returned to the cemetery group together and found that the whole cemetery was covered by red smoke. The wind roared inside and could not see the specific situation clearly.

Qu Shan raised his sleeves and waved his sleeves, and a strong wind blew it, and immediately blew away a large amount of smoke, revealing the true face of the cemetery.

Long Qingyuan was extremely envious. You should know that the smoke just now easily extinguished his fire, and he had no way to escape. Under the master, these smokes were like ordinary fog, and the smoke dissipated between his sleeves.

The two walked into the cemetery and disappeared. In this very short time, it actually felt the arrival of the strong and hid quickly.

However, Qu Dan knew that the other party had not gone far and did not say much. He just kept looking around with his eyes. With his current mana, it was really difficult for a resentful spirit to hide at close range, even if this resentment spirit has reached the level above the level of the god.

Walking around the cemetery, Qu Dan had a general position in his heart. He waved his hand to Long Qingyuan quietly, motioned him to follow, and walked first to the royal mausoleum in the middle of the cemetery group.

The mausoleum in the middle is luxurious and rich, covering a wide area. At a glance, you can see that they are different from other mausoleums. Qu Dan quietly approaches one of the ancient and dilapidated mausoleums with a history of at least thousands of years, quietly sacrificing the Taiji map. At the same time, he greets the three-legged Jinwu and let it go. Guarding the other side, he suddenly accelerated and rushed to the mausoleum!

The sharp hissing sounded to the sky, and a red light flew up on the other side of the sky at the moment when it was covered by the Taiji map. The speed was so fast that only a red blood light was left in Long Qingyuan's eyes.

"Evil beast, where to run!" Qu Shan shouted loudly, and the Taiji map turned into yin and yang in the sky and expanded in an instant. It extended to the edge of the sky at almost the same time. Before the Qu Dan's shout fell, it fell from the sky and shrouded it. Before the red light escaped far, the surrounded Taiji map was set straight and rolled over. When the Taiji map fell into the song. When it was in one hand, the weight became the size of a pocket. There was something in it, which fluctuated the Taiji map up and downs, but no matter how it struggled, it didn't help.

"Strange, why is it so simple?" Qu Dan did not catch the joy of resentment. The change of magic power above the realm of God was not completely grasped by him. He caught the other party with one move, which made him feel an unreal feeling.

After the Taiji diagram, the color of the song changed suddenly. Because this magic weapon became lighter and lighter in his hand, and the resentment trapped inside gradually subsided until it was silent.

When the Qudan opened the magic weapon, I only saw a little wisp of red smoke inside stopped squirming. This turned out to be a way to escape from the resentful spirit!

"I'm fooled, what a cunning resentment." Qu said with a blank face and turned his eyes back to the mausoleum next to him. "There should be another mystery below. The resentment must have escaped from below!"

He waved to Long Qingyuan. Qu Shan took the three-legged golden black. The two of them suddenly disappeared into the ground. In the blink of an eye, another scene immediately appeared.

It turned out to be a catacombs. The tombs are connected in all directions, and various roads are crisscrossed, like a maze.

Long Qingyuan is a little dull. As a teenager who grew up in Dangyang City, he also knows something about this mausoleum, but he has never heard of such a huge underground world under this cemetery, which is almost equivalent to half of Dangyang City.

Qudan did not take them to stop from a certain passage, but kept shuttling through the soil, as if entering nothing.

After being promoted to the realm of cause and effect, Qu Shan's understanding of power has been continuously improved. The five elements of escape awakened in those years has been greatly improved unconsciously. At the current level of Qu Dan, even people with the whole preaching field will not find it difficult.

It has fallen dozens of floors in a row, almost a thousand feet deep. The maze finally became much smaller. Qu Dan stopped at the door of a stone room: "It's weird inside. Get out of the way!"

When Long Qingyuan retreated, a faint flame ignited on one hand. He put his palm on the stone door, and saw that the thick stone door was like a corpse water. In an instant, it turned into red magma, and it fell down, revealing the inside in a blink of an eye.

In the stone room, a strange coffin was placed in the middle, with countless patterns engraved on it. The red smoke and resentment was jumping around the coffin, as if eager to get into it. It's just that this coffin is also quite strange. The countless patterns continue to emit a faint light, shutting out the smoke and making it unable to succeed!

"Evil thing, you still want to run!" Without saying a word, the Taijitu was sacrificed again. From the side of the stone room, it was about to envelop the resentment in it...