Chapter 134: Three Prisons Shadow Bone Legalist Ancient Mirror
“Brother Taoist, would you like to take a walk?”
Finding out the danger, Chen Yulou glanced at the Partridge Whistle beside him.
Now only seven or eight people come down to visit the tomb.
Except for the two of them who are accomplished in Taoism and can ignore the wind under the bridge, the rest, even if they are old foreigners, have not taken that step after all, so they still need to be careful.
"Okay."
Partridge Whistle obviously knew the reason.
Immediately took the wind lantern from his junior brother, took a deep breath, and activated his energy and blood to protect his whole body.
Then he followed.
Chen Yulou also held a lamp in his hand.
The two of them were in tandem.
Although the Sanshi Bridge has an astonishing name, the stone bridge beneath it looks a bit small. It is only six or seven meters long from front to back. The three bridges run parallel to each other across the underground river.
However.
As soon as you enter the bridge.
Chen Yulou was keenly aware that the cold air around him was getting colder and colder.
Sweeping like a wind knife.
Whisping past my ears, it sounded like a ghostly trumpet, making people tremble.
However, these methods were too weak for him, and he didn't even see any movement. The evil wind hit him, and before it entered a foot outside of him, it was blown away by a burst of energy and blood, and was eliminated invisible. .
The lantern leaned down and glanced down.
The river water under the bridge is not like the Bitan waterfall outside. The water quality is turbid, just like a pool of stagnant water.
There was no movement underwater either.
At this moment, a green light floated in his night eyes, and a ray of spiritual consciousness tore through the black mist with his heart, going directly deep into the river.
The river is deep and cold.
There is no sign of life at all.
It can be predicted that once you fall into the water, the cold will corrode your muscles, bones, flesh and blood, and even paralysis will be mild.
However, the river water can stop others, but it cannot stop spiritual consciousness.
The Sanshi Bridge and the underground river are only a few meters away.
With Chen Yulou's current state, his spiritual consciousness can reach him at will within ten meters.
Manipulating that ray of consciousness, he went straight to the bottom of the river.
Soon... he noticed something was wrong. Deep in the turbid and biting underground river, there was a deep cave.
Straight up and down.
Like a bottomless well.
The boundless cold air surges from the cave continuously.
Within a few meters down, he even saw condensation of frost on the well wall with the help of his spiritual consciousness.
You can imagine how deep this cave is.
"Is it directly connected to the earth's veins?"
Seeing that his consciousness gradually dissipated and the depths of the cave were still dark, Chen Yulou put away his mind and slowly exhaled.
Earth Qi belongs to Yin.
This is why ancient tombs always give people a sense of sinister wind.
However, it is really unimaginable that just to gather a Yinfengsha, King Xian actually let people open up the earth's veins.
to be honest.
Chen Yulou’s initial guess.
A Feng Shui formation was built at the bottom of the river to collect all the evil things in the world, so that the evil wind can be condensed.
Now it seems that my situation is still low.
In other words, King Xian is too ruthless.
A heavenly palace can be built out of thin air on a cliff, but what does it mean to dig a well underground?
“Brother Chen?”
Partridge Whistle looked over with a strange expression.
There was a bit of confusion between his eyebrows.
“Nothing.”
Chen Yulou waved his hand.
Collect your mind and continue walking forward.
As soon as I crossed the bridge, the sinister air around me was even more astonishing, almost visible to the naked eye.
Even if it is a partridge whistle, you need to be careful, as a Taoist robe will make a hunting sound when blown.
Fortunately.
After entering the Qi Refining Pass.
His old illness and hidden injuries have long since returned to normal.
The qi and blood of the Hundred Meridians are astonishingly majestic and will not be invaded by the evil wind.
Not long after, the two crossed the Sansheng Bridge. The moment they landed, a white wall and... three coffins slowly appeared in the mist in front of them.
“Is this a burial pit?”
"That's not right..."
Partridge Whistle glanced at him, with a look of surprise on his face.
Logically speaking, crossing the Sansheng Bridge should be the tomb of the master of Xuan Palace, or a Shinto sacrifice.
But now three coffins appeared out of thin air.
The weirdest thing is.
Looking through the light in his hand, he could see that the three coffins were all different in style, material and size.
Presented as a herringbone shelving.
Even the outermost copper coffin was never placed on the ground.
But it is hanging in mid-air.
Looking carefully, he discovered that there were clearly two copper rings at the head and end of the coffin, which were suspended by two iron chains from front to back, and the other end was wedged deeply into the dome.
As for the two mouths at the rear, although only a faint outline can be seen.
But the luster is deep.
The coffin wall seems to be coated with a layer of corpse wax.
Merge into the surrounding black mist.
It is unspeakably ghostly.
As soon as Partridge Whistle blurted out, seeing this scene, his mind instantly sank to the bottom, and his eyes became a little more uneasy.
As the old saying goes, when things go wrong, there must be a monster!
No matter which angle you look at these three horizontal coffins, they appear in the wrong direction.
“Brother Chen, I’m afraid these are not three demon coffins.”
A demon coffin?
Listen to his judgment on the three coffins.
Chen Yulou’s eyes lit up.
What he said is indeed good, and he can even hit the nail on the head.
“There is a demon coffin behind the Sansheng Bridge.”
“This should be the shadow bone of the Three Hells of King Xian!”
He has night eyes and can clearly see everything in the white-walled tomb in front of him.
The three coffins are the bronze coffin, the twisted stone coffin and the cellar coffin.
It is extremely rare to pick up one coffin alone, let alone three coffins in parallel.
“Three Prison Shadow Bones?”
“Brother Chen is not talking about immortality and three lives, right?”
Capture these words keenly.
Partridge Whistle frowned slightly. After all, Taoist Banshan and the Taoist sect are inextricably linked. There is a Taoist saying that the first three lives are also called the three prisons.
“That’s right.”
Listening to what he said straight away, Chen Yulou was not too surprised.
After all, he is the leader of moving mountains.
He has been in the world of Dao Dou for decades, and his knowledge and vision are so profound that even he is inferior to them.
See him for confirmation.
Partridge Whistle’s expression became even more solemn. As you can tell from the names of these three hell shadow bones, they have gone through three hells of reincarnation and endured all the hardships in the world before they have a chance to transcend and become immortals in the fourth life, that is, this life.
“Have a look.”
Chen Yulou didn't have much interest in the three shadow bones.
But the bronze mirror on the bronze coffin is inevitable.
At that time, King Qin Yingzheng swept Liuhe and unified the world, collecting all the rare treasures in the world. Among them, the eight ancient mirrors were the most precious, so they were also called the Eight Mirrors of King Qin.
In the whole world of ghost blowing lanterns.
A total of two sides appeared.
One of them is the King of Qin's bone mirror, which is said to be able to shine through the human body. No one can hide in front of the bronze mirror.
The second side is the ancient Legalist mirror on the bronze coffin.
This mirror belongs to the founder of Legalism and was cast on Ziyang Mountain. Legalism pays attention to law, technique and momentum, and is righteous. The ancient mirror of Legalism is a tool to suppress and seek righteousness, and it is the most capable of restraint. Evil heretics.
It is said that one year there was a corpse of a turtle in the Yellow River causing trouble and causing countless disasters. The King of Qin ordered an ancient Legalist mirror to be hung at the mouth of the river.
The disaster of Ao Shi was suppressed.
From then on, there was no more chaos on the Yellow River.
It is a pity that after the death of Qin II, no one took care of the ancient Legalist mirror. It was secretly taken away and its whereabouts are unknown.
Who can imagine it.
Such a treasured ancient mirror actually ended up in the ancient Dian Kingdom.
The most outrageous thing is that the guy Xian Wang actually used an ancient Legalist mirror to suppress the murderous corpse in the coffin. It was a waste of natural resources!
Before coming to Zhelong Mountain.
Chen Yulou thought of it. At this moment, he finally arrived outside the three demon coffins. How could he miss it?
Partridge Whistle was still obsessed with the dangers of the demon coffin and saw that he wanted to explore the tomb.
Although he didn't refuse, he didn't dare to despise it at all. He pulled out his mirror umbrella with a backhand and protected it outside his body.
The forty-nine mirrors under the umbrella reflect a mist-like light and shadow in the light of the wind lantern.
Chen Yulou did not dare to underestimate him.
Those three shadow bones were all murderous people during their lifetimes, and every corpse is comparable to the Pingshan Corpse King.
Even though he is very strong now, he still needs to be cautious.
Hold the hilt of the sword with your backhand.
Noting the familiar feeling in his palm, he couldn't help but feel certain.
Without hesitation, he held the wind lantern and walked straight around the white wall into the tomb. As soon as he entered, a Yin Qi that was no weaker than the wind under the Sanshi Bridge hit him.
Beyond that.
There is still a pungent and unpleasant smell throughout the tomb.
It seems to be corpse wax, or rotting corpse.
Both of them are veterans of the martial arts world. They knew the dangers well and immediately held their breath to isolate the smell.
The outermost is the bronze hanging coffin.
The first time they saw it, they felt it was big.
Almost two or three meters long, more than one meter wide, and half a person tall.
It is estimated to weigh at least two to three thousand kilograms.
It is more like a container than a coffin.
There was a thick layer of dust accumulated on the surface of the copper coffin, which made it look dull. However... the two people's eyes were quickly attracted by the nine strong points on the coffin.
The lock is the size of a baby's fist.
One link after another.
Forged into extremely heavy iron locks.
From the head to the end of the coffin, the giant bronze coffin is sealed airtight.
It is really hard to imagine what kind of vicious skeleton was buried in the coffin. Even the nine-level blockade was not enough, and an ancient Legalist mirror had to be hung on top of the coffin to suppress it.
"This..."
Partridge Whistle's face has always been calm.
For the first time, his expression changed drastically.
Veins popped out on the arm holding the umbrella.
There was even a hint of turmoil in the blood and energy throughout his body.
“Three Hell Shadow Bones, the first one is the demon corpse.”
Brows furrowed, Partridge Whistle sighed in a deep voice.
However, just as he finished speaking, there was suddenly a strange stabbing sound coming from the silent copper coffin in front of him.
It sounded like... fingernails scratching against the coffin wall.
The sound was indescribably harsh.
It makes people feel upset.
But here, Partridge Whistle was not agitated at all. Instead, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
"Bad thing, Brother Chen's copper coffin is about to be lifted up..."
With his right hand, he slammed the keel of the mirror umbrella and Partridge Whistle said quickly.
But before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank severely.
Out of the corner of his eye, he clearly saw Chen Yulou beside him. At some point, he walked around to the head of the coffin and removed an ancient bronze mirror from it.
See this situation.
Partridge Whistle still doesn’t understand.
This bronze coffin has been sealed here for more than two thousand years, and everything is safe. Now the two of them have just stepped in, and there are signs of the corpse being lifted up.
It was obviously because he moved the bronze mirror.
It’s just...
He still can’t figure it out.
Chen Yulou always acts carefully and considerately.
Why did you rush to dismantle the ancient coffin mirror?
As the bronze mirror fell into Chen Yulou's hands, the movements inside the bronze coffin became increasingly alarming. The master inside seemed to be completely awake, and the coffin body began to shake violently.
The two iron chains that were originally wedged into the dome beams also made a crunching sound that made people feel sad.
It seems that it will break at any time.
Seeing this scene, Partridge Whistle could no longer think about the reasons for his actions.
My eyes were fixed on the bronze coffin.
The tall figure arched.
It's like a charged spear.
As long as the master inside really breaks out of the coffin, he will jump up in the shortest possible time and remove its large vertebrae with a whip.
No matter how vicious it is.
In Kuixing's kicking fight, the only option was to be executed.
But before he could gather his momentum, Chen Yulou's quiet voice came to his ears.
"Brother Dao, raid the formation for me."
"But..."
The partridge whistle also wanted to say that the corpse in the coffin was evil, but the corpse at the head of the coffin Chen Yulou had already gently placed the ancient Legalist mirror on the sarcophagus behind him.
Then take one step.
He jumped up and stepped heavily on the bronze coffin.
Boom!
The swaying iron chain could no longer withstand the force and broke into two pieces, and the bronze coffin also crashed to the ground from mid-air.
The sound like a landslide echoed in all directions.
The extremely heavy copper coffin forced a deep pit into the ground beneath him, causing smoke and dust to fly everywhere.
Fortunately, Partridge Whistle responded quickly.
A flick of the mirror umbrella in his hand blocked the gravel, but the terrifying strength could also be seen from the depression in the umbrella surface.
Wait until the smoke clears.
He then saw that there was a loud banging sound coming from the bronze coffin, as if something was banging desperately underneath, trying to lift the lid of the coffin, and the nine strongholds could hardly suppress it.
Finally.
The crashing sound lasted less than a moment.
The master inside seemed to have lost his patience.
He actually held up the coffin lid with both hands, bursting with strength, and pushed it up bit by bit. The nine heavy locks wrapped around the coffin body were covered with cracks, and then, the cracking sounds came one after another!
(End of this chapter)