But Jin Shijiulang could no longer answer any of his questions!
The Jin family's Shijiulang fell in front of the longevity coffin, his body was already limp, dark red blood flowing on the ground, gathering into a pool of blood in the depression. He sat with his legs spread apart, leaning against the longevity coffin weakly, and a long sword nailed to his chest.
Jinwu opened his mouth and opened and closed, like a carp that was out of water. Every time he opened his mouth, a stream of blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth, dyeing his chest red.
The "Niyu Luoxia" secretly circulated by the Jin family, Mr. Liang and the big man, who had been banned from magic power, struggled to get up from the ground. They looked at Jin Wuwang, who was nailed to the ground by the long sword, and were even more shocked at the little monster who was still stepping on the coffin board of the old monster Jiedan.
This little thing as big as a thumb looks weak and inconspicuous...
When the two found it, they were only surprised to encounter such a rare monster. They never thought that this thing with a thumb-sized figure would have any threat. Then the old monster of the Jin family pointed out the identity of this little thing, and they were just shocked at its divine nature. From the beginning to the end, even at the most desperate moment, they never thought that this scene would happen.
The bearded swordsman drawn by the God of the Ear Canal, who painted the pen and ink, was just a character from the painting, with a little spirit transformed into form with the help of the God of the Ear Canal.
But Jinwu's sword has no power to fight back from beginning to end.
This "god" invited by this man is not much more difficult to kill a son from that aristocratic family. Although it is just a painting, both of them know that not only the old monster in the coffin, but everyone present is not the opponent of this painting.
The bearded swordsman has already dissipated with long smiles.
And now, the old monster of the Jin family in the coffin is still roaring and shouting angrily: "Jin Shijiu? Jinwuwang!"
On the coffin, the third god has also been fully manifested! The green lion carefully sat half of his butt on a corner of the coffin. The green lion and white elephant sat together. The huge six-toothed white elephant occupied two-thirds of the width of the coffin board, leaving the place for the green lion. The four legs must be put together and the back must be arched.
The Bodhisattva on the back of the green lion is as stable as Mount Tai, pressing against the cover of the coffin, showing a kind smile.
He held the Vajra Sword in his hand, bowed slightly to the Bodhisattva holding the mysterious yellow and Ruyi beside him, greeted him, and looked at the Ghost King who was tied up the coffin with an iron hook, nodded to each other, and he knew each other.
At this time, the God of Ear Canal was already drawing the third Bodhisattva!
The Bodhisattva held a banner in his hand, and a strange beast with a single horn like a unicorn but a bit like a dog. The strange beast was attached to the lid of the coffin, listening to something, barking from time to time.
The old monster of the Jin family in the coffin struggled wildly. The giant coffin, which was six feet wide and two feet long, shook violently. The four Kunlun slaves carrying the coffin were frantically swung on their shoulders, struggling and running wildly. The stuttering coffin belt was almost unable to stand.
The four of them leaned to the left and then rushed to the right.
They tried their best to keep pace, and their entire bodies were shaken by the coffin held on their shoulders. That is, the old monster of the Jin family invited from overseas sea countries and a professional team that was proficient in carrying coffins and funerals to prevent them from being thrown out by the coffin carried on their shoulders in such a crazy zombie.
"Coffin... hurry up, I can't hold it back!" Kunlun slave, who was carrying the coffin at the front, spoke in a strange tone: "We... are overseas... Ghost Country, have carried... a few... fierce coffins... I haven't seen them... so fierce!"
The second Kunlun slave clasped his hands together and chanted the sutras to the three Bodhisattvas sitting on the coffin lid in a low voice.
After struggling for a long time, he felt that the suppression power on the cover of the coffin was getting stronger and stronger, and even gradually could not shake it, the old monster of the Jin family finally restrained his energy and said gloomy in the coffin: "I don't know which master is playing with Jin like this. This time, Jin admitted to his defeat! He has to ask you for a face... This natural god, I dare not argue with you, please let Shijiulang and leave!"
How could the ear canal god on the lid of the coffin pay attention to what the person in the coffin under him said?
During this silent breath, it has been painted as the fourth Bodhisattva, stepping on a lotus, holding a jade bottle, standing in the center of the lid of the coffin, with a look of compassion on his face, suppressing the demonic energy in the coffin like Guanyin who was sank the sea.
Jin Shijiu's body, whose breath had already disappeared, was gradually getting cold. The two casual cultivators lying in front were even shuddering at this scene!
The four Kunlun slaves were originally evil witches. While the old monster in the coffin was struggling, they didn't know what methods they used. There were countless men and women in the coffin. The roars and howls of the boy monsters, shaking and struggling, were not like a corpse trapped by a person, but like a hell hidden.
This coffin is enough to be called two casual cultivators, and they feel fear, inexplicably unknown and strange.
But above that hell, in the darkness in the deep cave, four Bodhisattvas rode the divine beast lotus, holding various magical instruments, and sat side by side on the coffin board with a hideous ghost king. The front half of the coffin lid was filled with stuffing.
This scene made me feel even more heartbroken.
The ghost king Liang could not recognize Li, so he could only feel that he was an extremely powerful ghost king, comparable to the two ghost emperors of Heishan and Yinshan worshipped by the ghost kingdoms overseas. The four Bodhisattvas were famous and powerful people in Buddhism.
That is the master whom any Buddhist disciple will worship him when he sees him!
The four Bodhisattvas sat on the lid of the coffin and felt that they were both sacred and strange.
After a long silence, the ear canal god drew another middle-aged Taoist with a long sword on his back and a humorous face and an old man holding a white deer with white eyebrows hanging on his chest and a towering forehead. The coffin cover was covered with immortals, gods, Buddhas and ghosts, like seven sacred mountains, making even the ghost king breathless.
If it is really a Yin spirit, even if you have reached the Yin God Fruit position at this time, you will not be able to move for a moment.
But the ancestor of the Jin family still had a breath after all. With the protection of the body, the suppression of the gods was much weakened.
Fate - is the most precious thing in the world.
My destiny is up to me, but my god!
If you lose your life, you will be at the mercy of ghosts and gods...
Therefore, even if a living person has just swallowed a golden elixir into his stomach, he can still fight with the underworld, the heavenly realm and heavenly courts to fight to determine his own destiny. Even if a dead person is a cultivator of the Yang God, a great monk who steps into immortality with one foot. If he loses his life, he can only be at the mercy of the gods.
Therefore, the five immortals and the like are the most inferior to the ghost immortals. Among the six realms, the ghost realm is the most despicable!
In the coffin, the old monster of the Jin family squeezed out from his teeth was heard, like a lonely old wolf who was forced into a desperate situation, and was cold and cold with the desire to choose people: "Okay, very good! Since you are unwilling to give me the Jin family this face, I am not reluctant to let go of this breath!"
"Bang!"
A loud noise came from the coffin, as if someone was slapping the bottom of the coffin!
The nails were scratching at the bottom of the coffin and making a creeping "squeaking" sound! The nail sound was not a human nail, but a bit like a wild beast's claws.
There was also a roar like a monster inside. Kunlun slave carrying the coffin was already trembling all over, and even wanted to put down the coffin and escape.
The ear canal on the lid of the coffin pulled the little head and made a babbling sound for no reason.
It tilted its head and looked at the tall scholar who had already drawn it, holding a knife and a pen. He shouted twice in confusion at the Kunlun slave carrying the coffin in front of him.
The old Kunlun slave in the leader said tremblingly: "The corpse in the upper...the upper god...is probably...they...the body is going to become a demon!"
The coffin made of gloomy wood from the thousand-year-old Huangquan is extremely tough in texture, but even so, the coffin is still creaking and creaking, making a sound of wooden boards slashing and tearing. The ear canal god flipped under the coffin and suddenly realized as he looked at the blank space.
It lifts the pen and starts writing under the coffin.
Drawing the shadow of a young Taoist.
The Taoist man looked like a slender and thin young man, with wide sleeves and Taoist robe and his clothes were like the wind, but the faint trace of ink spreading, formed a faint three-headed and eight-armed god and demon behind the thick ink figure.
The figure of the young Taoist had just drawn a contour. When the coffin suddenly shook, it suddenly lifted up and bounced up from the shoulders of the four Kunlun slaves. It flipped in the air, with the cover of the coffin downwards and the bottom of the coffin upwards, and it was turned all over, about to hit the ground.
At this time, the four Bodhisattvas, two Taoists, one ghost king, and one Confucian suddenly reached out and held the coffin firmly.
To the ordinary people who have no magic eyes and cannot see the divine light, it seems like a coffin is floating in the air.
Click!
A sound of cracking a tree, the ghost claws twisted like a tree root, suddenly tore open the bottom of the coffin and inserted it with one hand. The blood-red nails were like arrows, and the purple-purple shriveled flesh was attached to the joints, which was extremely evil. A thin iron chain wrapped between its five fingers seemed to be binding, and it seemed to be a powerful magic weapon that could pull a person in front of the thing.
The two casual cultivators who were restricted and lying on the ground shivered at the same time, and felt a suffocating breath coming to their faces.
"A old monster Jiedan who is about to live for a long time has become a demon!"
Mr. Liang shuddered at it.
The man was even more desperate: "He must have made preparations first. If he can't become a god, he will become a demon! He tried his best to become a half-demon... The god he invited now is no longer enough to suppress it... We are all going to die here today."
"This little thing can escape...we can't escape!"
The man said desperately: "Hu Xiaoxiao, you slutty, you have been running away for so long with my brothers. Are you still not here to take the lead now?"
A charming woman's voice came from the shadow and said, "The formation that blocks the hole entrance is tied to the coffin, and they are about to collapse together! I didn't have time to run away, so how could I care about the burdens of you two?"
The ear canal god is not busy at all - no one (spreading his palm) knows better than me (slashing) (orchid finger)... the devil is here!
I still have a God to ask for.
On the bottom of the coffin, before the painting was finished, only a trace of ink with the outline of the back suddenly flowed. The figure rendered by the ink trace slowly turned back, and it was indeed a young Taoist priest with clear eyebrows. The eight-armed demon god behind him gradually became deeper, and the ink trace slowly became a ball of invisible darkness, while the figure of the young Taoist priest gradually became lighter and clear.
His figure gradually became clearer, he slowly turned around, and walked off the coffin.
Qian Chen used a painting to show his figure and moved from the sea of ​​thunder to this magnetic peak. The ink traces at the bottom of the coffin dissipated and Qian Chen sat on it himself.
The ear canal god flew to his shoulder, pointed at the coffin and yelled and pointed at the coffin to accuse something.
The demon claws that stretched out from the coffin stopped moving the moment Qian Chen arrived. Then the two casual cultivators who were restricted and could only slowly move their bodies and the female cultivator who hid in the dark suddenly saw the demon claws that the old monster who was possessed by endless pressure brought them to them, as if they were pulled by something in the coffin and pulled them back.
Immediately afterwards, the old monster of the Jin family came from the coffin.
The scream scared the three cultivators to tremble all over and soon suddenly interrupted.
Suddenly, the coffin was as quiet as a real coffin, deadly. The hole torn with the demon claws was deep and deep, and the darkness inside could not be dissolved. The feeling of the three of them was even more strange than the coffin that kept shaking the corpse.
The two casual cultivators on the ground were confused. The great man leaned against Mr. Liang and whispered: "Which god is this the one whom he invited? Why is the divine body so clear and has no sense of vain at all, just like a real person coming?"
Mr. Liang trembled slightly, "That seems... not a god!"
Qian Chen jumped off the coffin, slapped it casually, straightened the coffin and pressed it to the ground.
He sat back on the coffin, and the four Kunlun slaves stood beside him with a wink, like four guards and sedan chairmen, well-behaved and gentle. The ear canal god stood on Qian Chen's shoulder, jumped to his ear, and muttered to say something they didn't understand.
Qian Chen nodded slightly when he heard this, and reached out to pop up a little light. The two of them collapsed so much that they trembled violently, but the golden electric light also dissolved the Qi in their bodies, and broke the ban on them like a bamboo shoot. The two casual cultivators quickly stood up and bowed to Qian Chen and said, "Thank you for helping them!"
Chapter completed!