Hearing the sound and looking around, he saw two ghost figures, one red and one black, fighting behind the golden coffin...
The one who spoke was Ye Qing, who was wearing a red cheongsam!
"Huh...huh..."
I just wanted to go up and help, but suddenly I heard a strange sound coming from the golden coffin.
"Huh...huh..."
The sound sounded like a snoring or heavy breathing.
"Xiaoyu! Don't be stunned, seal the golden coffin quickly, the bronze-armored corpse inside is about to come out!"
While Ye Qing was dealing with Liao Wen, he turned back and said to me.
"No! Don't even think about touching the golden coffin!"
Liao Wen roared and rushed towards me, but was stopped by Ye Qing just as he was halfway through.
When I saw this, I quickly came to the golden coffin and looked at it carefully. I found that there was no pattern at all on the golden coffin, it was just a bare golden color. I couldn't help but feel suspicious.
After taking a closer look, I realized that this was not a gold coffin at all, but an ordinary wooden coffin painted with a layer of gold powder!
I used a seven-inch copper nail to slightly scratch the gold powder on it, and found that the gold powder was a little warm, as if it had been heated, and there was a transparent solidified layer under the gold powder. I immediately frowned.
"Bang!"
"Huhu..."
At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the coffin. The whole coffin moved with the muffled sound. It felt like something was knocking hard on the coffin lid, and the breathing sound seemed to be heavier than before.
!
"What are you doing, why don't you hurry up?!" Yu Xian urged from the side.
I responded, hurriedly took out the ink fountain from my backpack and put it on the ground, then sprinkled cinnabar into the black dog's blood, stirred it evenly, and then poured the mixture of black dog's blood and cinnabar into the ink tank, soaking all the ink lines.
Deep red.
"Come help!"
I turned back and said to Yu Xian, then handed the ink fountain to her hand and asked her to hold it steady, while I pulled out the ink line and flicked it on the coffin...
With a "stretch" sound, a thin blood line print was flicked on the golden coffin. The ink line was slightly moved, and a second and third line popped up next to the previous blood line print...
The more times like this, the more you can't be confused in your mind, and the more you can't be anxious in your hands, the blood line mark must be clear and solid, without any faults or empty spots in the middle, otherwise it will be like a thread that has been pulled out, and it will be easy to break free.
In order to practice this seemingly simple string flick, I received a lot of training from my master.
As the number of blood lines increased, the movement in the coffin became louder and louder. The things inside seemed to be stimulated by something and were struggling. The coffin also moved with "bang, bang, bang," and my
A layer of sweat quickly broke out on his forehead, and the speed of his hands continued to increase.
A few minutes later, all six sides of the coffin were covered with blood, and the movement inside seemed to be quieter. I was so happy that I took out the red rope from my backpack and wrapped it tightly around the golden coffin.
After going through three layers and finally tying it into a double-ended knot, I felt a little relieved.
"Is it okay?" Yu Xian asked quietly from the side.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead,
"It should be almost done. With the double insurance of blood line and double-headed knot, I don't think he can get out!"
Looking back, Ye Qing is still dealing with Liao Wen. She is a ghost from the Republic of China, and Liao Wen is a ghost corpse from the Song Dynasty. Although the soul and corpse are separated, the soul power of his ghost is very strong, so Ye Qing can
It is already very difficult to hold him back.
As Tang Shu's soul was weak, he had been hiding nearby, waiting for an opportunity to attack Liao Wen.
"Ye Qing! Tang Shu!"
I shouted, and the two ghosts looked back and hurriedly pulled away and returned to my side.
"Well done to you two!" I praised.
Ye Qing was fine, but Tang Shu was very proud. Even though he was more than a thousand years old, he was still a four-year-old child when he died, so that childlike nature cannot be easily erased.
"You guys keep an eye on the golden coffin, I'll deal with Liao Wen!"
I gave instructions, then walked up to Liao Wen, pointed my sword at him, and said coldly:
"It's been a thousand years. You must have lived enough. I will end you right now!"
"snort!"
Liao Wen snorted,
"What? You want to send me to the underworld? Just you?!"
"It's not about going to the underworld, it's about never being reincarnated!!!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I quickly played a thunder talisman. After the talisman floated to Liao Wen's head, I immediately chanted the spell,
"The sky is clear and the earth is bright, the thunder and fire soldiers, the great emperors of the four directions, all the injustices, the generals of divine thunder, the evil spirits have been wiped out! Break!"
As soon as the word "Biao" was spoken, a cool breeze suddenly blew up in the dark cave, and then a layer of black clouds suddenly rose above the head. There was a "bang", and a blue-white thunder fire flashed from the clouds and struck Liao directly.
Wen’s ghost body.
Liao Wen suddenly raised his head, but said without frowning:
"Boy! You may have forgotten that I was also a mage when I was alive!"
As soon as the words came out, Liao Wen raised his hand and took off the square-angle magic crown on his head, and threw it towards the thunder and fire that struck straight down. The square-angle magic crown flew in the air and attracted all the thunder and fire!
"Bang!"
The square-angle magic crown was directly hit by thunder and fire, and shattered into countless flowing fires, blooming like a firework, blocking the blow for Liao Wen.
I frowned. When a person dies, the clothes he wears will turn into ghost clothes and become part of the ghost body, but they are only transformed by ghost energy. Just like when he is alive, their function is to cover the soul.
But the deeper the ghost's path, the greater the effect of the ghost clothes. Just like the ghost-headed double-eyed Rakshasa I dealt with before, the power of the red gauze on her body cannot be underestimated.
But the Liao Wen in front of him is far from the strength of a double-eyed Rakshasa. Why can a broken hat on his head block the thunder of the thunder talisman?
"Ha ha…"
Liao Wen suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. I stared at his flying hair, as if I was looking at a madman!
"Good boy, I didn't expect that thousands of years later in the Age of Ending Dharma, there would be such an outstanding young mage. I am not afraid to tell you that when I committed suicide, I used the method of fixation to turn all the mage's deeds in my life into the ghostly energy after death.
Because, part of it is used to practice the art of separation of souls and corpses, and the rest is used to bless the ghost clothes..."
"So that's it..."
It suddenly dawned on me, no wonder a broken hat can block the thunder and fire. After a long time of trouble, the magic crown contained part of his mage cultivation during his lifetime.
"Then let me see how much cultivation you have and how much you can save your life?!"
I yelled and was about to rush over when Liao Wen suddenly turned around and flew in the direction of the golden coffin. I suddenly felt something was wrong and hurriedly shouted to everyone:
"Don't let him get close to the golden coffin! Block him!"