Chapter 148 Sacrifice of the Knife

Author: Dragon Slaughter

Chapter 148 Sacrifice of the Knife

As the chanting sound of the thunder sound of the sky drum, a thin layer of flame ignited on the monk in black, and then it injected into the strange patterns on the stone coffin like spirituality.

Seeing this, the stout man immediately showed joy on his face.

Qi Jingzhi frowned, and the way the monk in black in front of him opened the stone coffin was unheard of. Not to mention what was in the coffin, the intentions of these two people alone would be considered sinister.

According to the "Da Qi Law", the crime of robbing the tomb is to be forgiven. Those who have already opened the tomb will steal and steal, and they will not hurt the corpse after getting money, and they will be stabbed by the border state; those who have opened the coffin will be robbed and hanged; those who have destroyed the corpse will be beheaded by killing people.

However, there are very few people who are satisfied with the tombs and are satisfied with the property of the tomb chamber and do not open the coffin to see the corpse. Once they are captured by the government, most of them will be snatched or killed. The risk is extremely great. It is because of the strong man who said that this is a beheading business.

When Qi Jingzhi entered the tomb, the thick man and the monk in black were lying on the stone coffin. At this moment, seeing his tracks were exposed, the two of them made a quick decision. One used his eyes to instruct, and the other pinched the mark and recited the mantra, touching the stone coffin. He could tell what the idea was in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, the patterns on the stone coffin were lit up by the flames, and there was a crackling sound of wood cracks inside.

"It's really useful! Last time I tried my best to do anything, but I couldn't do anything about this stone coffin. The mage's methods are really good!"

The thick man was overjoyed and couldn't help but approach the gap in the sarcophagus to see.

Unexpectedly, with a bang, the lid of the sarcophagus suddenly opened, and in an instant it slid a small part. A big black hand poked out from it, grabbed the thick man's neck and pulled him into the stone coffin!

The thick man had no time to let out a short scream, and then it became silent. Then the sound of flesh splitting and bone chewing sounded in the stone coffin.

Qi Jingzhi had already stepped forward and wanted to stop the monk in black from continuing to chant the spell. At this moment, he suddenly stopped and his anger disappeared, leaving only a few surprises that he didn't know what to say to be as good as possible.

Now there is no need for the government to punish the robbers. The owner of the tomb himself took action and chewed the robbers who had entered the house.

When I looked at the monk in black again, this person seemed to have expected it, but there was no surprise on his face. Instead, he calmly put away the seal, put his hands together, and bowed to the stone coffin: "Good! The donor has done a lot of evil in this life, so he should have this result!"

By the wall of the tomb, Qi Jingzhi silently rolled the red gold knife into beads and put it in his arms. He then put the sharp knives in the cattle ears into sheaths, and then raised his hand to pull out Jianrensheng from behind.

The monk in black seemed to have some senses, and immediately turned around and bowed to the young man from afar, saying regretfully: "The stone coffin in the tomb chamber will be placed here after today. It's a pity. I wonder if the donor is interested?"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi smiled and exclaimed: "The Master is indeed merciful!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already exerted force under his feet, lifting his sword like hanging wings, and flew towards the black-clothed demon monk next to the stone coffin.

Before he could rush forward, the demon monk had already stepped back and separated himself from the young man with a stone coffin.

After landing, the demon monk slapped the stone coffin with his palm. The black monk's robe flaming light rose again, and his breathing sounded like thunder: "Hundreds of kalpas and thousands of turns, sharp blades and evil light, the great black and bright god, protect me!"

As if in line with these spells, a roar that was not like a human voice came from the stone coffin. A bloody thigh was thrown out of it and hit the young man holding the knife.

Most of the flesh and blood on the thighs had been gnawed, revealing the thick white bones.

Qi Jingzhi immediately waved his sword to block the enemy, and the blade and the leg bones were in a loud voice.

He shook his arm and poured the wings into the blade, dispersing the powerful force coming from the leg bone. He was about to swing the knife to enter again, but the top cover of the stone coffin rose from the coffin and rolled towards him, and the sound of the strong wind followed.

Qi Jingzhi's pupils shrank, but instead of resisting, he bent his knees and squatted, allowing the heavy stone cover to fly over his head and hit the brick wall behind him hard.

I heard a loud bang, and the already broken tomb wall collapsed even more thoroughly.

Qi Jingzhi had no time to turn around and stared at the tall figure standing up from the stone coffin. His face was indigo, his horns were shrill, his body was pitch black, his head was red, and his mouth was still bloodless. He was clearly a vicious evil spirit who feeded on people.

The blue-faced ghost glared at Qi Jingzhi, and suddenly reached out to pull out an equally black sword from the stone coffin. It was more than three feet long, and there was also a black air on the blade, as if he was crying with a sad ghost.

Seeing this very evil black knife, the young man immediately realized that no wonder the black-clothed demon monk mentioned the sharp blade and fierce light before. It turned out that he was not referring to the blue-faced ghost, but this knife.

At this moment, I saw a black-clothed demon monk smiling, pointing at Qi Jingzhi and saying, "The precious sword has been covered with dust for a long time. Now that I am born, how can no one sacrifice the sword?"

Unexpectedly, after the demon monk finished speaking, the blue-faced ghost ignored him and turned around and looked towards the tomb gate.

Almost the next moment, a big guy with black and white hair collars jumped in from outside the door, and the tiger-patterned beast that had escaped without a trace had returned.

A faint golden light flashed, and the cloud snake, fog tiger flew in immediately.

The black and white tiger-patterned beast saw the blue-faced ghost standing in the stone coffin and was obviously frightened. Then, without thinking, he folded his body, avoided the center of the tomb chamber, and slid along the wall to Qi Jingzhi's side, and then he fell deeply to the ground, even his head hanging to the ground.

This behavior surprised Qi Jingzhi. Could it be that there is a more cruel one on the other end of the tomb passage?

Seeing this, the black-clothed demon monk next to the stone coffin suddenly turned gloomy and shouted at the blue-faced ghost: "What are you still standing there? Kill this person quickly!"

However, the blue-faced ghost still had no reaction at all, just staring at the dark tomb passage outside the tomb gate.

A moment later, a burly figure with purple beard and blue eyes ran in, holding a scimitar with a forearm in his right hand, and holding a cow's horn in his left hand, with evil eyes in his eyes and awesome.

Behind him was a tall and thin young man in a red robe who was sprinting with a gun, but the previous green cow disappeared.

For a moment, the not-so-large tomb immediately became crowded.

The two people who arrived later saw the situation in front of them, and they were both stunned. They hurriedly moved closer together, but also blocked the tomb door tightly.

The tall and thin young man in the red robe looked over the sarcophagus and the blue-faced ghost. He saw Qi Jingzhi on the other end from afar, and immediately showed an excited expression on his face.

At the same time, Qi Jingzhi really saw the appearance of the two men on the top of the slope. Not to mention the Wei clan who fell to the end, the guy with purple beard in front of him and green eyes seemed not old, and he was even about the same age as himself.

Qi Jingzhi glanced at the black and white tiger-patterned beast that showed a surrender attitude, and finally confirmed that the two of them had not suffered a disaster before, but were actually here to find this guy's bad luck.

Next to the stone coffin, the black-clothed demon monk saw that he and the blue-faced ghost were sandwiched between the two men. His face was as deep as water. He immediately did not hesitate and immediately pinched the magic seal with his hands, burned the flames again, and shouted at the blue-faced ghost: "Hum! Da Heiming..."

His magic spell had just opened, and suddenly a black light flashed in front of him.

At that time, a bright and bright head left the neck of the black-clothed demon monk and flew straight away, shattering on the tomb wall with a bang, and red and white stains covered the wall.

His headless corpse was still standing in the distance, with blood spraying from his cavity.

The blue-faced ghost simply backfired on its master, but it seemed as if he had just slapped a fly to death. He still raised his arms and knives across his sword, looking forward without a moment.

It looked at the boy with purple beard and blue eyes, or rather, the broken horns in the boy's hand. In addition to being cruel and bloodthirsty, it also had a little obvious anger.

The purple-bearded and blue-eyed boy was also looking at the blue-faced ghost, or rather, the black sword in the other party's hand was obviously not an ordinary-grade one.

"I am Wei Bao from Jiuzhen Wei's family. How could the Red Gold Sword be in your hands?"

The silence in the tomb only lasted for a moment, and was broken by the least conspicuous tall and thin young man in red robe. For him, nothing in the world was more important than his own red gold sword.

Wei Bao shouted and said this question. Qi Jingzhi's body shook and he was already rushing forward.

The other person and ghost reacted only one more line and moved almost at the same time.

The blue-faced ghost suddenly jumped out of the stone coffin, shook off the big stride and rushed forward, and raised his sword fiercely and slashed it down on his head.

The blade is cold and quiet, the black air is sad, and the strong wind sounds like a ghost crying.

The purple-bearded and blue-eyed boy was not showing any weakness. He rushed forward without advancing, pierced his head into the arms of the blue-faced ghost, and stabbed the horns in his hand towards the other party's heart.

Almost in the blink of an eye, two bodies, which were one person and one ghost, but were equally strong, collided fiercely.

boom!

At that moment, the entire tomb seemed to be shaking due to this collision.

One person, one ghost is about to break up. Although the purple-bearded and blue-eyed boy was gifted, his brute force was still much inferior to the blue-faced ghost. He was first hit on the back by the hilt of the black long sword, and then was pushed by the powerful ghost body, and he couldn't help but fall to the back side and fly out.

Although the horn in his hand pierced the blue-faced ghost's heart, it failed to go deeper. Instead, it cut a long and deep scar on the other party's chest.

The blue-faced ghost naturally felt uncomfortable, so he immediately howled in pain. The ghost body was still rushing forward and stumbled forward for several steps. Before he could stabilize his body, he saw a gun shadow heading straight to his throat.

"Ge Shu Dashi!"

Wei Bao, who had already reacted, shouted, but his eyes were staring at the staggering blue-faced ghost. He sat down without hesitation, held the white pole and red tassel spear in both hands, and as soon as he came up, he killed the man.

The blue-faced ghost had no time to tilt his neck, and was bitten by the tip of a poisonous dragon-like gun.

It roared angrily, raised its elbow and thrust its knife, and thrust it hard from bottom to top towards the gun, and then shot the white pole and red tassel gun out on the spot.

Wei Bao was completely out of balance, and sat down on the ground, his palms trembling violently, and his insides were even more bloody.

When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with blue-faced ghost flying red hair and roaring figures.

The man of the Jiuzhen Wei family's eyes were so bitter that he refused to slaughter the neck. He immediately reached out to pull out the sword on his waist, but found that his arms were trembling and had already become numb.

At this critical moment, a young man stepped on the cloud, snake, fog, and tiger, rushed behind the blue-faced ghost in the sky. He immediately jumped up, holding the blue-body golden scales in both hands, and slashed at the back of the blue-faced ghost's neck with all his strength.

Feeling the coldness of the blade behind the neck, the blue-faced ghost's hair stood up, and immediately abandoned Wei Bao, who was close to him, and turned around in a hurry!

I heard the sound of gold and iron, and two sharp blades slashed each other, and the cold and blue air and the sad black air were scattered everywhere.

In just a moment, the blue-faced ghost who was rushing his sword was at a disadvantage. With a strange cry, the huge ghost body fell backwards, rolled into the tomb behind and disappeared in the deep darkness.

Qi Jingyi made a contribution, but his body inevitably stagnated in the air and then landed gracefully.

His eyes flashed with light. He looked into the tomb passage with all his eyes, but he could no longer see the figure of the blue-faced ghost.

While concentrating on his mind and being alert, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but be surprised. Unexpectedly, because of the fierceness and cruelty of the other party, he did not turn around and fight again, but instead ran away.

Fortunately, the aura of the blue-faced ghost and the strange black sword was extremely conspicuous, and they were not afraid that the other party would run away without a trace.

Wei Bao, who was standing beside him, struggled to get up, pulled out his sword from his waist, and turned his body sideways, his eyes circling back and forth between Qi Jingzhi and the tomb passage, and slowly retreated to the location where Geshu Dashi was.

Geshu Dashi also stood up and pressed his arm against Wei Bao's trembling shoulders: "Okay, that ghost guy has already run away!"

Qi Jingzhi turned his head and looked at this peer named Geshu Dashi in surprise. After all, in his perception, this person had no cultivation, and he could not have thought that spiritual awareness was so keen.

Brother Shu Dashi calmly met Qi Jingzhi's gaze, took a step forward without any concealment, and protected Wei Bao, who was several years older than him, behind him, but a bright smile on his face: "I see that this brother should not have any malice, otherwise he would not have saved our lives."

Qi Jingzhi laughed silently when he heard this, just because when Ge Shu Dashi was saying these words, his muscles were tightened, and his palms holding the knife and the horns were even white and his veins were exposed.

He smiled and shook his head: "The blue-faced evil ghost first hit you with a horn, and then hit him with a spear. It feels miserable when I think about it. I don't want to follow its footsteps."
To be continued...