The turbid eyes of the old man in black robe were like eagles, staring at Mr. Hui.

The leader of the Demon Sect remained silent, but the power of the evil dragon emanating from his body was enough to frighten people.

Elder Xiong's aura is slightly weaker, but he is also a demon cultivator in the late stage of Jindan. He is burly and fleshy, like a bloodthirsty bear demon.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing for a while.

Mr. Hui's scalp was slightly numb. He knew that the situation was stronger than others and that his own life was not in his hands at all, so he sighed:

"This is an extremely sinister burial method, called the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed in Coffins."

"Ten thousand corpses sealed in coffins?" the old man in black robe said solemnly.

Second Master Hui nodded, feeling chilled in his heart, "As the name suggests, it means killing 10,000 people, sealing their corpses in a huge coffin, and gathering the energy of death, resentment and the Yin energy from the ground in the coffin, and using this coffin to nourish the corpses.

"

"Ten thousand living people, this is not a small number... After these people died, they were piled together, and their resentment was terrifyingly strong."

"Therefore, this cruel burial method has long been banned by the cultivator."

"When I was seeking Taoism in Maoshan, I heard some elders mention it, but I have never seen it..."

"Now that the Taoist court is unified to eliminate demons and protect the Tao, even some great demon sects have great difficulty in killing 10,000 people for burial..."

"Not to mention that in this place where sects are numerous and families have inherited the qianxue, such a tomb was built under the nose of Daotingsi..."

"It's really...unbelievable..."

Second Master Hui said in a trembling voice.

The old man in black robe frowned.

Although he was a demon cultivator, he was not very proficient in the matter of tombs and ghost houses.

Otherwise, he would not have paid so much to hire Mr. Hui, who carries the Maoshan heritage, to visit the Gushan tombs.

"The one raised from the tomb of tens of thousands of corpses sealed in coffins is the flesh-and-blood corpse statue that breeds from the 'Qi'?" said the old man in black robe.

Mr. Hui's face turned pale, he shook his head and said: "Sealing the coffins of thousands of corpses, the key point is the word 'sealing'."

The old man in black robe understood it as soon as he heard it, and said with focused eyes:

"You mean... the bronze coffin of ten thousand corpses is actually a 'seal'? The huge flesh-and-blood corpse statue is just a 'guard' guarding the seal?"

Second Master Hui nodded, his face as dark as water and said:

"This is a killing bureau. The bright brass coffin is a fake coffin. The fake coffin is used to support thousands of corpses."

"Thousands of corpses guard the fake coffin. No matter how many golden elixir monks come, they will almost certainly die."

"And if there is a fake coffin, there must be a real coffin."

"The fake coffin is the seal of the real coffin, in order to seal everything and prevent others from knowing about it."

"This fake coffin is so grand and huge and has killed countless people. The real coffin must be even more terrifying."

"What's more, this is still in the border of Qianxue State. It is a real situation of 'deceiving the sky'. Such a real large-scale pattern and large-scale plan cannot be laid by ordinary monks."

"And once this tomb scheme is set up, what is sealed must be a huge secret, and what is buried in the real coffin must be something even more terrifying..."

The more Mr. Hui thought about it, the more timid he became.

The simple bright brass coffin houses such a large and terrifying corpse demon.

So what kind of horror is really buried in this tomb?

This is simply not a situation that an ordinary golden elixir like him can get into.

But as soon as Mr. Hui finished speaking, the old man in black robes revealed his eyes, "You mean, there are real tombs? Quickly, take us there."

"Senior..." Second Master Hui frowned.

"Unseal the fake coffin and take us to the real tomb." The old man in black robe said without refusal.

Then he looked sharply and said, "You are a direct descendant of Maoshan, and you are using a secret cave. Don't tell me, you can't break the seal."

Second Master Hui remained silent.

The black-robed old man's gaze became increasingly dangerous.

Master Hui knew he had no choice, so he could only sigh and said: "Okay."

The black-robed old man's expression softened a little, "Don't worry, Mr. Hui, we keep our word. When things are done, the inherited treasures in the tomb will be divided 50-50 between you and me."

Second Master Hui smiled bitterly, "Now that things have come to this, why do you need to trick me, old man? I just want to save my life, nothing else."

After finishing speaking, Second Master Hui led the way, "Everyone, come with me."

In this way, the group of people returned to the depths of the underground palace.

There was still a deep pit in front of him. In the deep pit, there was a huge, gorgeous bright brass coffin.

There were corpses everywhere, bloody and bloody.

This was the first time Shen Qingsheng saw this bloody scene. He immediately covered his mouth and nose and started retching uncontrollably.

But no one cares about him.

The old man in black robe looked around, thought for a moment, and asked Second Master Hui: "The entrance to the real coffin is under this copper coffin?"

"Yes." Mr. Hui nodded and said, "This copper coffin is actually a seal, sealing the real tomb."

"How to break this seal?"

"I need some secrets of my Maoshan Tao."

"Then we have Second Master Lao Hui." The old man in black robe said calmly.

Mr. Hui walked towards the huge bright brass coffin with a serious look on his face.

He took out a copper coin sword, three candlesticks, some blood ink, as well as a mysterious Taoist urn formation, topaz ancient talismans and a series of Maoshan Taoist magic tools.

It seems that Mr. Hui has indeed taken out all the money that was at the bottom of the box.

In front of the old man in black robe, he didn't dare to be perfunctory at all.

Mo Hua also secretly watched.

He was also very interested in "Maoshan Taoism".

According to his observations of Mr. Hui, the Maoshan inheritance should be a comprehensive monastic inheritance for corpses, involving a series of specific exercises, Taoist methods, talismans, formations, magical weapons, special secrets, etc...

…

Mo Hua sees all these in his eyes and remembers them in his heart.

Even if you don’t see clearly now, you should at least broaden your horizons and gain some knowledge.

Cultivation is not just about fighting and killing.

Vision and experience are also a type of monk’s strength.

Mo Hua just stared at Mr. Hui opening the altar and trying his best, watching him activate the Taoist seal formation, the yellow jade ancient talismans, and the Bagua steps to perform a series of secret techniques that seemed to be real.

These secrets may really work.

But Mo Hua speculates that some of the "rituals" are actually redundant and are used to deceive others to prevent the true inheritance from being stolen by others.

Just like people like Mo Hua.

Moreover, Maoshan's process is quite defensive.

At least for Mo Hua, except for the formations, other Maoshan Taoist techniques were a bit vague to him.

But I have to say that Master Hui’s Maoshan Taoism is really useful.

As his Taoist skills in Kaifeng progressed, there was indeed some energy near the copper coffin that was being affected by Mr. Hui.

The death and yin energy around him was gradually washed away.

Some causes and effects are turning, detaching, and completely disintegrating...

The ink painting can almost be seen with the naked eye. A thin layer of mist slowly dissipates, and the aura of cause and effect flowing with dark blood fills the surrounding area.

It was as if a door to purgatory had been opened in the human world.

The ground began to shake slowly, and the gravel was broken and rugged.

The huge bright brass coffin began to melt, and the golden copper liquid flowed on the ground, outlining a huge inscription.

Then the inscription shattered and the ground collapsed.

Under the melted copper coffin, a huge, dark pit was exposed.

This huge copper coffin is like a "door lock".

Now that the door lock has been melted, the door to the deeper tomb is opened...

Looking at the spectacular and mysterious Maoshan Taoism, as well as the dark and gloomy, biting coldness, like the pit of the Nine Netherland, Mo Hua took a slight breath.

"The door to the tomb is open," Mr. Hui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to the old man in black robe.

"Thank you." The old man in black robe raised his eyes and looked towards the gloomy entrance of the pit.
To be continued...