Seeing the "world of life and death", Meng Qi quickly took out the black fur. The strange symbols and patterns on it have been connected into an incomplete map under the comments of the Lord of Reincarnation. Many places and routes are incomplete. Only two roads are still intact, and they all lead to the core of the tomb.=

The beginning of the map, the content written in ancient text is:

"The Realm of Life and Death."

Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu both recognized the strange symbols and patterns before, but after the annotation of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the parts that the two barely recognized were Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan, and they were completely distorted and experienced the feeling of illiteracy. Meng Qi had no place to learn ancient characters before, and after joining the Six Gates, he had no time to learn.

Next to the four seal scripts of "The Realm of Life and Death", a passage is written in small characters on the fly: "Those who pass by die, and those who come out live."

"Can you die after crossing the bridge?" After listening to Jiang Zhiwei's explanation, Meng Qi was a little confused. But how could he enter the tomb? How could he find the secret of Zhenwu's suspicious tomb and start the next link of the mission?

Moreover, the routes marked on the map are all behind the realm of life and death.

"It should be a different meaning." Ruan Yushu said calmly, holding Qi Fengqin.

Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "Since you have been here, you can't stop in front of the door. Anyway, you are ready to use the 'Book of the Buddha' at any time. If it doesn't work, we will stop returning directly, and we have to see what 'the one who passes by means of death'."

This is really a typical Jiang Zhiwei's personality... Meng Qi whispered her, feeling that this is the only way.

Qi Zhengyan didn't say anything, looking at the front and back of the iron lock, where the haze was dim. Even if everyone opened their eyes, they couldn't see clearly, as if they were blocked by fog, or they were separated by yin and yang forever.

Meng Qi was half focused on the blue lamp on his chest, carrying the "sword of the sky". He should first pass the boundary marker and step onto the iron chain bridge.

The long sword jumped around the body with lightning, giving Meng Qizhen a bit of the charm of the god of the Thunder Division.

Jiang Zhiwei walked side by side with him, Ruan Yushu fell a little while, Qi Zhengyan was responsible for cutting off the rear. Although the four of them did not speak, they had a very tacit understanding and had a clear division of labor.

The iron chain bridge was shaking. Apart from this, it was not special. Neither ghosts appeared nor collapsed directly.

Meng Qi felt quite strange. Could it be that "those who pass by die, those who leave live" is fake?

Suddenly, he found that his body temperature was slowly but firmly falling, his heartbeat involuntarily slowed down, and his blood seemed to be viscous. His yang energy contracted inward, as if it was about to condense into "seeds".

Even with this wonderful change, Meng Qi's true energy operation, power and flexibility did not decrease at all, and his mind was still clear. The soul was clear and the spiritual sense did not sense any danger. The green lamp in front of the Buddha slowly burned without any abnormality.

He spread his spirits and immediately found that Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan both had their heartbeats slowed down, and they exuded a gloomy feeling on their bodies, as if dead people were better than living people!

"Do you feel it?" Meng Qi asked. As soon as he said that, he was startled. His voice was full of yin energy, as if it was floating out of the Nine Netherworlds.

Jiang Zhiwei nodded habitually, looked at Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan and said, "Same, but I don't feel any damage to my body. Could it be that the 'death' of the death of the person who died refers to the fake death of the body?"

"Many big shots seek to survive after death." Ruan Yushu suddenly spoke, her voice was already cold, and it became more and more gloomy at this time.

"Through this life-and-death transformation, can we hide the secrets of heaven?" Jiang Zhiwei has also read similar information.

Meng Qi said thoughtfully: "It seems that Emperor Zhenwu once prepared for him..."

The iron chain bridge was not long, and the four of them walked quickly. As soon as they stepped on the soil opposite, Meng Qi felt that his last faint heartbeat had completely stopped, the blood no longer flowed, and his body temperature disappeared, which was no different from the dead, but the movement of true qi was no different. He was connected to the external qi in a wonderful way that Meng Qi could not understand, instead of blood to support **.

After careful sensing, Meng Qi found that his yang energy had not really disappeared, but had completely contracted to the center of his eyebrows, condensed into a "seed" as small as mustard seeds, which expanded and contracted rhythmically, maintaining the body's body not rotting.

Meng Qi's heart moved, trying to comprehend the mystery of this change would definitely have endless uses.

"If others see us, I'm afraid we will think that we are the product of corpses." He relied on the mysterious skill to record the changes in the details of his body, and then moved his limbs, but his strength did not decrease.

While speaking, he turned to look at Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan, and laughed inexplicably.

"Why are you laughing at?" Jiang Zhiwei asked in confusion.

After looking at her with a pale face, she looked at Ruan Yushu, who was covered in long hair and was covered in cold white clothes. Meng Qi held back her smile: "It's nothing, nothing."

This is simply playing a Ghost Story of A Chinese Girl!

In order to prevent them from asking, Meng Qi took out the black fur again and thought about which route to choose. One left and the other right, all winding and crossing the tombs.

"Please choose the left, and there are many places marked on the right that are 'risky land, you need to go by'." Meng Qi used the principle of simplicity to determine the route.

Jiang Zhiwei and others had no objection. If there was anything wrong, they would interrupt their return.

Stepping into a place with foggy, the wind blew everywhere, as if it was penetrated into the body, eliminating vitality. Meng Qi's true energy flowed, blocking them and moving forward to the far left.

After walking for a while, he saw a door with various tomb-controlling beasts painted on it, but it was not closed, but was hidden!

"Can anyone come in before?" Meng Qi frowned in confusion.

Qi Zhengyan pointed to the hidden secret place beside the door: "There are footprints."

Looking at the edge covered by gloomy fog, there were pairs of shallow footprints, and it seemed that more than one person was coming!

Meng Qi held the "Sheng Sword" right hand tightened: "Maybe the variable inside is greater than we imagined, so you must be careful."

When Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu nodded, he pushed open the door first. In front of him was a long corridor, with blue bricks on the surface and lifelike murals on the walls, all of which described a strong man suppressing various evil demons and heretics.

This strong man sometimes wore a black robe, a flat emperor crown, a long sword of the turtle and snake, sometimes a hydrated suit, a silk ribbon, and a hemp shoes. His face was clear and beautiful, and he looked like middle-aged and majestic.

"Zhenwu Emperor." Ruan Yushu said concisely.

In today's world, the image of Emperor Zhenwu is attached with various myths and legends. There is a big difference.

Meng Qi looked at the mural and sighed: "I am worthy of being the ancestor of the Nine Heavens Demons."

The four of them slowed down and tried to find clues from the murals. They found that most of the contents were related to suppressing the evil demons and ghosts, while the rest was to subdue demons and eliminate evil.

"In ancient times, Jiuyou was really a trouble in the world." Jiang Zhiwei sighed.

At the end of the corridor is a tomb chamber, which is very spacious and the size of a yard, but it is empty inside, with only a pitch-black coffin placed in the middle.

The lid of the coffin fell to the side. It seemed that the dead man inside had crawled out!

Meng Qi's scalp was slightly numb, and the "sky wound" silver-white electric snake jumped even more intensely.

"There is Ganoderma lucidum there." Qi Zhengyan was the first to discover that a fist-sized Ganoderma lucidum grew tenaciously between the coffin and the gap between the ground. It was different from others. It exuded a grayish-white appearance, and a trace of yin energy rose, surrounded by clouds and mountains and mist.

Jiang Zhiwei pondered and said, "It is suspected that the Earth Spring Ganoderma lucidum is a bit different, maybe it is highly toxic. It has been at least a hundred years."

"No matter whether it is poisonous or not, it is always exchanged for good deeds. What are you afraid of?" Meng Qi was very open-minded and approached the coffin carefully. Ziwu was unsheathed and gently picked it up, and the linguine tangerine fell into Ruan Yushu's hands.

At this time, he saw six ancient seal characters engraved on the bottom of the coffin.

Jiang Zhiwei walked side by side with him. He immediately distinguished his thoughts and said:

"Give this fate, come here!"

An inexplicable chill broke out in the hearts of everyone. Is this a curse or a prophecy?

Suddenly, a gray-white hand stretched out from the soil beside the coffin and grabbed Meng Qi's ankle.

The five fingers of the palm form a mysterious seal, and there are endless changes between movement and stillness.

With this grab, the entire tomb chamber suddenly burned with green fire, spreading silently, all gathering near the gray and white palms, locking Meng Qi's dodge route.

Meng Qigang had experienced the affairs of the Impermanence of Life and Death, and was very wary of something suddenly appearing from the ground, so he was not caught off guard. He kicked hard, so he rose into the air, turned over and slashed hard, and slashed with a long sword.

Ruan Yushu plays the piano with his right hand, and the sound of clear Yue echoes in the tomb chamber, like the evening drum and morning bell, like the sound of the Buddhist telling of the sutra. The Yin Qi dispersed, and a shrill groan came from the ground.

A figure emerged, his palm was up, trying to compete with the wound of the sky.

At this time, Qi Zhengyan swung the iced dragon-patterned red gold sword, and a cold light flashed, freezing the figure's feet to the ground. The ice layer was crystal clear, reflecting the flow of colors, and quickly melted under the burning of the yin and green fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Zhiwei's Baihong Guanri Sword stabbed out just in time, pointing directly to the middle of his eyebrows, sweeping away the residual soul, the sword light condensed, and his intention to die was full of death.

The attacker's feet were frozen for a moment, and his figure slowed down. Meng Qi finally saw clearly his appearance. His hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, and his breath was weak, as if he was dead or alive, which made him feel inexplicably familiar.

The attacker roared angrily, swung his left fist, and the yin flames emerged from his shoulders, burning all the way to the fist, the flames jumped, burning silently, blocking Jiang Zhiwei's sword.

Jiang Zhiwei's Yan Luo Tie originally won with speed and momentum, but the opponent was close to the dead, not affected by the spirit, and seemed to move randomly without thinking, and actually blocked the right person!

At the same time, Meng Qitian's wound was cut, and the sword was like a tide, rolling forward, endless.

The tide is transformed by lightning, and the silver-white light is dazzling. The person who attacks his right hand turns into a fist and hits the blade directly, without fear of the thunder!

Papa! Almost at the same time, Jiang Zhiwei's long sword and Meng Qi's wounds were blocked.

The electric snake suddenly swelled, covering the attacking person, causing a trace of black air in his body to evaporate, and a shrill howl came out of his mouth.

Bang!

The condensed flame exploded and spread around. Jiang Zhiwei did not want the Yin Fire to touch her body, so she had to take a step back, harmonize the energy in her body, and swing her sword to defend herself.

Meng Qi took advantage of the power of the sword and fist to flee and flee, and avoided the Yin Fire. Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan stood far away without being affected.

The yin fire is extinguished, the person who attacks disappears, leaving only holes on the ground.

He was obviously restrained by Tianlei, but he made a move without fear... Meng Qi fell down and stood firmly, frowned.

Suddenly, he felt aroused in his heart and remembered where the inexplicable sense of familiarity just now came from.
Chapter completed!