Their faces are ferocious, their eyes are blood red, and they are full of malice. When they see a living person, they pounce on them until they drain all the essence from the person's body.
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Seeing the fear on everyone's faces, the eminent monk transformed by Wu Tao stood up and said, "Amitabha, even the poor monk knows some of the secrets here."
"These immortal blood Gu have existed for who knows how many years."
"They are here, constantly absorbing the essence of the corpses in the sea of corpses, and have already accumulated a large amount of life-extending blood essence in their bodies!"
"Of course, there are limits to taking life-extending blood essence..."
"According to Buddhist records, even if you have an unlimited amount of life-extending blood essence, you can extend your life by up to five hundred years."
After hearing what Wu Tao said, not only were everyone not disappointed, but their eyes immediately changed when they looked at the demon statue on the roadside.
It's like a man who has been single for thirty years and sees a naked girl.
The younger ones are fine, but the most terrifying ones are the old monsters whose lives are almost at the end. The green light in their eyes is frightening.
Even the seven early Nascent Soul stage monks, Wu Jian, Wu Jian, Pang Wei, Xiong An, Xiong Tongtian, Mao Changan, and Ma Nanning, who had been sitting calmly, looked at each other and were no longer calm at this moment.
Five hundred years of birthday...
How can all these things prevent them from going crazy?
Mao Changan raised his head with a complex expression and looked at Wu Tao as he said word by word: "In ancient times, after a powerful monk died, in order to prevent his body from being used and invaded by tomb robbers, he used witches and demons in his tomb,
The way of Gu magic, combined with the power of law to resist."
"Little monk, you don't know how powerful a method that monks in ancient times considered reliable is, right?"
When Wu Tao heard this, he clasped his hands together, nodded slightly and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk only has a partial understanding of such secrets, so I don't know the taboos involved."
Because of greed, many monks chose to take action in the face of huge interests.
As a result, these insects, which were even weirder than curses, killed any monks who dared to try to steal the life-extending blood and essence by using strange methods to extract life essence.
These blood-colored worms made a gnawing sound from their mouths, spitting out every word and every syllable.
They have a very vicious curse on them. A random curse can kill an ordinary monk.
These insects, whose bodies are blood red and have strange mouths like black holes, contain extremely mysterious and terrifying power and are devouring everything around them.
As they devour the vitality in the monk's body, they will emit a sharp hissing sound that stings the soul.
The terrifying insects spawned by these curses, although they look ordinary on the surface, are actually extremely powerful.
Even Ma Nanning, a monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, suffered a big loss when he took action. He was devoured by about a hundred years of life and his hair turned gray in an instant.
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This monk with red eyes in the early stage of Nascent Soul stage came up with a very sinister way to survive.
"This method is to let one person take the initiative to be cannon fodder. You shoot these terrible terrifying insects, and then the other person takes the opportunity to steal the life-extending blood essence.
"But no matter whether he succeeds or not, the person who is the bait will die or not!"
But no one in this world is a fool, who will use his own life to help others live longer.
Just after Ma Nanning, a monk in the early Nascent Soul stage, threatened a casual cultivator in the Danjie stage and used it as bait...
This casual cultivator in the pill formation stage took the initiative to face those terrifying insects in the process of making bait.
Ma Nanning stole the chicken but lost the rice. Not only did he not take the opportunity to steal the life-extending blood and essence, but he also absorbed part of the life-extending essence.
Seeing this scene and the dissatisfied looks on most of the monks' faces, these early Nascent Soul stage monks who were prepared to use human lives as bait to extend their lives realized that something was wrong.
If a person is not afraid of death, it will be difficult for the immortals and gods to force him!
This person who serves as a bait must (this chapter is not over yet!)
Chapter 489: Netherworld Ship
It was of his own free will. If he was forced to do so, both the left and the right would die. Why not drag the people who wanted to harm him to die with him?
At this time, the juniors who originally thought that following their own Nascent Soul Stage monks, their lives would be safe, and that they would simply come here to look for treasures, have now come to their senses.
However, the rules of the aristocratic family did not allow them to resist.
While enjoying family benefits, they also assume corresponding responsibilities and obligations.
It is precisely because of this that when the family helmsman asked them to sacrifice, they had to sacrifice.
Next, since Wu Jian, Wu Jian, Pang Wei, Jiu An, Xiong Tongtian, Mao Changan, and Ma Nanning, the seven early Yuan Ying stage monks, have really done cruel things that violate ethics.
After some operations, many younger generations of concerned aristocratic families suffered heavy casualties and became mummies, leaving them here forever.
Only these old and immortal guys not only have a greatly increased life span, but also their physical condition has improved greatly, and some hidden injuries that have been accumulated over the years have also healed automatically.
Especially Wu Jian, Wu Jian, Pang Wei, Jiu An, Xiong Tongtian, Mao Changan, and Ma Nanning, the seven early-stage Nascent Soul monks, each of them had at least a hundred more lifespans.
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Of course, the demons on both sides of the tomb passage did not suffer any loss.
Although a lot of longevity blood and essence were stolen, the longevity blood poison in their hands also swallowed up the life of many people.
The only tragedy is those children of the younger generation who were abandoned as bait.
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After passing through the long tomb passage, a mighty river composed of endless ghost energy, exuding a terrifying aura, stood in front of everyone.
This ominous aura caused more than a thousand monks to take several steps back...
"This is the breath of the netherworld. There must be some kind of terrible place hidden in the river!"
Just as Mao Changan finished speaking, the Ghost River rolled, and ghost ships appeared on the riverside one after another.
Ghost River…
Nethership...
These things are all simple imitations of the legendary Styx River and ferry boats in the underworld.
Wu Tao looked at the river, with an inexplicable glint in his eyes, and said quietly with a tone that he couldn't distinguish.
"Amitabha, it is said that the water of the Styx has a supreme purification ability, which can wash away almost all the filth in the world. Any creature that falls into it will be washed away by it..."
"The memories of this life, love, hate, cause and effect, and all the unwillingness will flow along with the endless flow of the Styx River. Those unforgettable things, those loves, hates, and hatreds will slowly fade away..."
"Even if it is the most complex, profound, and powerful entanglement in the world, the cause and effect of all living beings, love and hatred, the joys and sorrows of the world, everything will be forgotten if you fall into it, and you will return to the purest time of life."
"In the end, the creatures, like a piece of blank paper, will be attracted by the ferry boat to enter reincarnation and start the next life..."
Wu Tao gradually became obsessed with telling this ancient story that has been circulated for a long time in the world of immortality.
"Reincarnation... reincarnation..."
"Yuehua, I will definitely resurrect you, no matter how high the price is."
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Seeing everyone retreating, Mao Changan, who obviously had other ideas, couldn't sit still.
Mao Changan glanced at Wu Tao who was mumbling to himself with a strange look.
Then he opened his mouth and said to the others: "Don't underestimate this river. Although it looks ordinary, there is a great horror in it that can swallow everything."
"But I have a way to avoid this great horror."
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Under everyone's gaze, Mao Changan came to the river and murmured to himself.
He was chanting something in an obscure and difficult ancient language, and those ancient notes touched the mechanism here.
The ominous aura that made everyone feel uneasy suddenly disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, Mao Changan jumped lightly and stepped onto the Netherworld Ship. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of five-color radiant copper coins.
"Get on the boat and get three lucky copper coins. Don't say I didn't sue (this chapter is not over yet!)
Chapter 489: Netherworld Ship
Tell you!"
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When Plato heard this, his eyes widened instantly and he shouted!
"Do you want more money?"
"What the hell is this luck copper plate?"
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Wu Jian, Wu Jian, Pang Wei, Jiu An, Xiong Tongtian, and Ma Nanning exchanged glances and said to themselves: "This guy from the Mao family is really not simple."
"He is so familiar with the roads here, much more familiar than us..."
"There are definitely some things we don't know about this. It seems we have to be careful about him."
The next second, Wu Jian and Wu Jian also stepped onto another boat, condensed into six luck copper plates out of thin air, and threw them down.
Pang Wei, Mian An, Xiong Tongtian, and Ma Nanning all followed suit when they saw it!
A well-informed old family leader in the late stage of pill formation saw this scene and explained: "The copper plate is formed by one's own luck. In this ghost place, for some reason, it seems that it can be condensed just by silently contemplating it."
Become this copper plate..."
"If you want to ride this kind of Netherworld ship, you must consume a certain amount of your luck. Everyone must think carefully about it."
Without any hesitation, Wu Tao took Plato and stood on the bow of the boat, watching the Nether Boat sailing along the Ghost River into the depths of the tomb.
There were many people on the shore. When they heard that their luck would be consumed, they were reluctant to sit on the Nether Boat and tried to fly across the ghost river by themselves.
Unfortunately, no one succeeded, and everyone who tried to do so was eventually swallowed by the ghost river.
Wu Tao looked at this scene calmly and remained silent for a long time before he said: "Amitabha, I see, this is life money!"
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