The power of the Great Power Tianlong Buddhist Bead is even stronger than Han Tiehu's fist, and it also has that shocking sound. The little spirit god only knows how to guard the gate and does not change. This time it is smashed firmly.

Han Tiehu didn't give up yet, maintained the giant sword technique, and continued to use the Great Power Dragon Buddhist Bead to smash it five times, which made the wall covered with cracks. The body of the little spirit god was embedded in the wall, and the big sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The other little spirit god reacted, and a flash of inspiration in his eyes seemed to have a glance at Han Tiehu, and then he held a big knife in his hand and slashed him in half.

Its big sword brought a white light visible to the naked eye, as if it was about to throw out the sword energy. Before the sword arrived, Han Tiehu could already feel the strong wind.

"I'm afraid this knife cannot be taken head-on!"

Han Tiehu didn't dare to be careless, so he hurriedly took a step back and avoided the slash of the big sword.

The little spirit god then held a knife in both hands and slashed at Han Tiehu with his strength to slash Huashan.

Its movements were slow, but its momentum was heavy and strong. Light shone again on its big sword, but this time it inspired the sword energy.

Han Tiehu dodged sideways, and the sword energy slashed on the ground, like cutting tofu, easily slashing deep knife marks on the ground, one of which continued to nearly three feet away.

"This is much stronger than the sword energy of ordinary innate warriors!"

Han Tiehu sighed silently. He abandoned the little spirit god who was smashed into the wall, reached out to the little spirit god who had slashed out with a knife energy, and the Great Powerful Tianlong Buddhist Bead hit him again, and with a clang, he knocked him back more than a foot away.

"Walk!"

Han Tiehu's eyes lit up at this time. A little spirit god was hit into the wall, struggling and not coming out yet, the other one was knocked away. The blue gate had lost its protection. He quickly entered it and took away the big knife that the little spirit god had dropped on the ground before.

I don’t know what material the big knife was cast, it was extremely heavy. Including the handle of the knife, it was about seven feet long and weighed about a hundred kilograms.

It would probably be difficult for ordinary people to dance such a big sword, but Han Tiehu was light and could barely use it as a weapon.

The Great Power Tianlong Buddhist Bead lost the blessing of the giant sword technique and quickly turned back to its original state, turning into inspirational true energy, and was retracted by Han Tiehu with a swing of his sleeve.

The two little spirit gods were stunned. They didn't see much damage. They soon returned to both sides of the entrance, but they ignored Han Tiehu and were still guarding him. The little spirit god who lost his big sword even maintained a knife-holding posture.

At this time, Han Tiehu looked at the scene inside the door again, but his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

This is an extremely spacious hall, so spacious that even thousands of people can easily stand here. There are many spherical jades radiating with light, which makes the hall light brightly.

Behind the hall there is a staircase platform, and behind the platform is a jade bi about two meters high. There is a large golden word on it: "Qing"!

In front of the jade bi with the blue characters, there is a triangle magic flag on both sides. The two triangle magic flags emit a light of inspiration, exactly the same as the battle flag that Han Tiehu seized from You Fangshi before.

Before the magic flag was a dragon-carved golden chair!

On the golden chair, there was actually a skeleton sitting cross-legged.

The cervical bone of the skeleton was empty, without a skull, but he was holding a skull.

In Han Tiehu's eyes, the skeleton actually emitted a faint light of inspiration.

And on this dragon throne, there was actually a terrifying phantom sitting cross-legged in the void.

The phantom was red-haired and blue, with fangs on the mouth, eyes like copper bells, nose like hooks, gray smoke on the mouth, curved corners on the forehead, and a pair of bone wings behind it. Its skin is dark green and does not wear clothes. There are many rune marks shining with sparkling light on the skin. It has four fingers on both hands, its nails are very sharp, and it is also wearing a high black gauze hat. There are two big words on the black gauze hat: "Dunkong"!

If there is no secret technique of spiritual eyes, Han Tiehu will not see the phantom.

What scared him was that the phantom was actually alive. When Han Tiehu saw him, he also saw Han Tiehu, staring at him with his eyes tightly, but there was no expression on his face.

"What kind of ghost is this?"

Han Tiehu only felt his scalp numb, and he felt that he might have seen a "ghost".

The phantom with red hair and blue face did not move any other things, just staring at Han Tiehu.

Han Tiehu looked around again. There were many bronze coffins placed vertically around the hall, arranged neatly, with red paper sticking to the lid of the coffin, but there was no sign of You Fangshi.

“Where is this?”

Han Tiehu held a big knife and did not rashly approach the phantom with red hair and blue face, but walked closer to a vertical coffin with red paper.

There is a word on the red paper: "Sixteenth, the little girl of the Zhengyuan King of Yuan Dynasty, Su Qingtan, all spiritual roots, poor qualifications, inferior roots and bones, thirteenth, can raise the lowest-grade Fengyin magic weapon!"

"What does this mean?"

Han Tiehu frowned gently, and he opened the vertical coffin, and there was a naked girl standing in it.

The girl's face was pale, her eyes were open, her eyes were empty, and she had no breath. After the lid of the coffin was opened, her skin and flesh immediately rotted. After a few breaths, it turned into a skeleton, scattered into a pile, and soon became bone meal again.

Han Tiehu looked at the vertical coffin next to him again: "Liu Ba, the son of the hunter in Luo Jia Mountain, Wuming, all spiritual roots, inferior roots, and bones, six years old, can raise the lowest-quality magical tools!"

"Is this a corpse?"

Han Tiehu opened the copper coffin and sure enough, there was a naked boy. After the lid of the coffin was opened, his body quickly decayed and quickly turned into a pile of bone meal.

Han Tiehu looked at other copper coffins again, and the same was true for those copper coffins. There were corpses sealed, including men and women, old and young, and there were 81 in total, with only two exceptions. The two copper coffins were lined up next to each other, which was originally opened.

"Two One, Luoying Mountain, the seclusion Yang Cang, is called the Divine Eagle Hero, and is a congenital warrior. He has fairy roots and bones, which are rare in the world. At the age of 36, he can raise the best magic flag!"

"Two two, Luoying Mountain, Xiao Long, Yang Cang's lover, all spiritual roots, root bones, and the 33rd year old, but unfortunately, I am pregnant, and I can raise the lowest-quality magic tools..."

Han Tiehu looked at these vertical coffins and felt cold in his heart.

"The Qingmen uses living people to raise magic weapons... Could it be that this is how it raises magic weapons?"

He murmured, and there was already a vague guess in his heart, thinking that these 81 vertical coffins were eighty-one crimes.

But at this moment, a whirlwind roared in the hall, and Han Tiehu felt a sense of emotion. When he looked back, he saw the red-haired and blue-faced ghost sitting next to the void pulling a hemp rope. As he pulled it, he pulled out a white-haired old man out of thin air.

The old man threw away the hemp rope and fell to the ground with a flip forward. He bowed his hands to the skeleton on the carved dragon gold chair and said, "Mo Yunchi, the Qingmen Tianshou Hall, should be ordered to return to help, but it is up to the sect leader to send him! Who dares to offend me Qingmen? I will take it down!"
Chapter completed!