Chapter 265: Nail the Coffin Lid Shut!

"This Liang-surnamed rogue cultivator actually has some knowledge!" Qian Chen nodded secretly from the side.

Those four Western Kunlun slaves, although their aura was deep and mysterious, their breath was a mess. There was everything in them—blood energy, grievance energy, snake spirit elephant soul, ancestor spirit wish power, and the soul manifestation of poisonous insects and ghosts.

This is a typical case of cultivating Dharma but not life, cultivating magic power but not Dao practice.

Skipping the Foundation Establishment stage, through external sacrifice to ghosts and evil spirits, taking witchcraft medicine, running rituals, and other various Dharma rituals, to refine magic power and cultivate magic spells.

The immortal sects of the Central Lands are influenced by the Daoist and Buddhist sects, and often cultivate a fundamental magic power first, and then cultivate the various magic spells corresponding to the magic power.

And these Western Kunlun slaves are typical of practicing magic spells to refine the corresponding magic power.

One magic spell has one kind of magic power.

These witches have several kinds of magic power at the same time, and their breath is messy and unbearable, and they will be distorted by those magic spells. The more they cultivate, the less they look like humans. Although they can cultivate some powerful means, for proper cultivators, after penetrating the law, they don't look down on them! Core Formation is even more remote.

In Qian Chen's view, that is a technique for carrying a coffin by Western Kunlun slaves, which is obviously a profound witchcraft. But its root is just to cover up the Demon Path aura in the coffin. The fancy things outside the coffin are all to cover up the things inside the coffin.

And the Fourth Elder of the Jin family in the coffin, his demonic aura is dense, although his magic power is also a bit messy and has various disguises. But in Qian Chen's view, the few demons raised in his coffin are like lice on a monk's head, truly clear at a glance.

For Qian Chen, the aura of those demons and gods in the Demon Path is truly more familiar than his own dog.

What really makes him feel emotional is—in the last few missions, he has been in contact with demons who have obtained the true transmission of the Demon Path. Either it was a Great Tian Mo who opened the Yu Yu Jiuyou crack and summoned millions of demons; or it was a Blood Demon who once overturned a realm and ravaged for hundreds of years... At worst, it was a ruthless character like Miaokong.

Seeing these Demon Path magic spells spread out, which clearly belong to the side door and left path.

Qian Chen felt like a lifetime away.

"Since when did I have a feeling that if I don't cultivate a demon that is a natal god and demon, it doesn't count as a demon?"

Qian Chen felt a little touched.

This kind of background board that was shattered by his qin in the Chang'an battle, died from an unknown AOE damage, and didn't even get a camera shot, he didn't intend to take action. It just so happened to take a look at Er Dao Shen's mastery of the Divine Talisman!

Refining gods and seizing godhood is a completely evil method in a world where the Divine Path is prosperous like the Central Lands Divine State. If this matter were to spread out today, let alone a Core Formation Fourth Elder of the Jin family, the entire Jin family would have no good fruit to eat.

The Divine Path is the orthodoxy of heaven and earth, except that the Daoist, Buddhist, and Demon sects can wrestle with it.

In the eyes of the Heavenly Court, what do these aristocratic families in the Central Lands count for?

The Jin family's move is equivalent to killing the court's officials as local tyrants. If it were a great aristocratic family like Wang or Xie, as long as the means were proper, there would still be room for maneuver. Like the Jin family, this kind of grass-headed tyrant, as long as there is a slight leak, it will be the end of the Wei Chenghuang reporting, the Dao Academy questioning, and the family being destroyed.

Instead, it is better than the rogue cultivators who can slip away after patting their butts!

Instead, they were not even as good as rogue cultivators who could just pat their butts and slip away!

Therefore, Jin Wuwang was full of killing intent, and his subordinates truly had no mercy.

He sacrificed a magic artifact, but it was not the folding fan that was extremely conspicuous and sparkling with spiritual light in his hand. This aristocratic family disciple also had quite a bit of scheming. The prohibition on the folding fan was an illusion. When Luo San and others saw the folding fan dancing and fire light falling from the fan surface, they smashed all their life-saving supernatural powers and magic spells on it.

Luo San bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a blood arrow. At the same time, a green light popped out of his sleeve, bathed in the tongue tip blood, and transformed into a three-foot-long talisman arrow.

He opened his eyes wide, suddenly opened his lips and mouth, revealing his bitten tongue and full of bloody yellow teeth.

He squeezed out a syllable vaguely: "Ji!"

Unexpectedly, the fire light dancing all over the sky collapsed at a touch. Senior Liang hurriedly took back the treasure light that was hitting Jin Wuwang and said anxiously: "Not good, it's an illusion!"

At this time, the difference between an old Jianghu and an ordinary rogue cultivator was seen... Senior Liang took back the magic artifact, surrounded himself, and retreated quickly, while Luo San gritted his teeth, accumulated and drove the talisman arrow, and shot at Jin Wuwang. The three-foot clear light pierced through Jin Wuwang's body, which was also an illusion.

At this time, under the cover of the illusion, the truly fatal magic artifact... a green bamboo ruler!

Fell from the top of the four people's heads.

The charming woman exclaimed, but she was the one who cherished her life the most, and didn't even take action against Jin Wuwang. At this time, a cloud of red smoke emerged from behind her, and her body flashed in the red smoke, disappearing, and even that ruler failed to lock onto her.

Senior Liang and the big man joined forces to sacrifice a flying shuttle that was as agile as a swimming fish, resisting the falling bamboo ruler.

Luo San's magic spell hit the empty space. At this time, he couldn't protect himself, and was illuminated by the white light carried by the small ruler, immediately losing his soul.

Then the small ruler fell and smashed, and his head cracked, dying on the spot.

The remaining three, although they might not have any friendship with him, also felt the sadness of the lips dying and the teeth being cold at this moment. Senior Liang shouted angrily: "You aristocratic families don't let us rogue cultivators live, let's all die together!"

The big man's entire right arm began to swell rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it became two or three times thicker than before, and even returned to its ancestors, growing black hair, the nails turned into sharp claws, and a layer of dazzling blood light emerged. Under the cover of black energy, it looked extremely weird on the big man's body.

Senior Liang's face was sad and angry, and he said to the big man: "If we can live and go out this time, I will definitely go bankrupt to find a spirit medicine that can regenerate broken limbs for you!"

The big man smiled miserably: "Brother Liang, you must live and go out."

After saying that, he tore off his right arm. That arm suspended in mid-air, twisted like a snake, five claws gathered like thorns, and Senior Liang secretly hit seven fine needles into the arm.

This move was only discovered by Qian Chen, who was watching from afar.

He smiled slightly. How could this method of hiding things in a fight be so familiar?

Jin Wuwang couldn't see what kind of technique this was, but with his own arm as the price, and the momentum so amazing, he didn't dare to let this arm get close, and immediately sacrificed the right-angled curved ruler again, hitting the white light that confused the soul.

The white light illuminated the demonized arm, but it only had time to trap it for a breath. The curved ruler fell in a hurry and hit the arm, but it made a sound like breaking gold and stone. Only then did he see that the arm, which had flesh and blood just now, was only shallowly cut by the magic artifact, revealing the bones and flesh with a metallic luster inside.

"Refining one's own arm as a corpse. Usually, it is like hard work in hand-to-hand combat, and in critical moments, it can be used as a blood sacrifice to greatly increase the power of this hand. It can be refined like a magic artifact, and after the arm is broken, it can be manipulated at will, and even use magic spells through this!"

Qian Chen nodded slightly, this magic spell actually had some ingenious ideas.

At this time, on the field, after this broken hand was released, the situation also changed.

That broken hand grabbed like lightning, and I don't know what magic spell was used, but faint black light popped out of the fingertips, actually pinching Jin Wuwang's curved ruler magic artifact in his hand.

No matter how he drove the prohibition, no matter how the curved ruler struggled and jumped, it couldn't break free.

At this time, the rogue cultivator Senior Liang also cut his right hand, and drops of dirty blood dripped down. The palm of the demonized arm ignited a pale red fire light.

Burning the prohibition of the curved ruler until it sizzled.

Jin Wuwang's mouth was twitching with heartache. He roared, and the spiritual light on his body transformed into pieces of flying feathers, each like a sword, scattering out. The true Qi that condensed into light feathers was already close to Gang Qi, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Senior Liang and the big man.

Their protective true Qi was like tofu in front of those light feathers.

That flying shuttle blocked two, but there were still six or seven light feathers that broke through the protective true Qi and golden light talisman protective treasure light of Senior Liang and the two... At this time, Senior Liang's face was ferocious, roaring: "Die together!"

The demonized arm holding the curved ruler shot seven flying needles from its fingertips toward Jin Wuwang's heart.

Jin Wuwang couldn't react at all, his eyes were flustered, full of horror...

But at this time, the four Western Kunlun slaves carrying the coffin behind him suddenly danced wildly, and a stream of black energy covered it. When the seven flying needles had already pierced in front of Jin Wuwang's eyes, and a thin layer of protective treasure light was precarious, it froze the seven flying needles.

The Core Formation old monster in the coffin sneered: "Two mere rogue cultivators, and you can't even handle them, and you can even use 'Reverse Feather Falling Clouds'! This magic spell is a blow that shatters the protective Gang Qi, and if it doesn't succeed, it becomes benevolence."

"If I weren't here, how could your life be saved?"

Jin Wuwang's face turned blue and white, and he roared wildly with lingering fear, flying over this distance of dozens of zhang, and came to Senior Liang and the two.

And Senior Liang and the two had six or seven light feathers drilled into their bodies, immediately turning into two sharp edges, like true Qi with barbs, going against their meridians, destroying their true Qi along the way, and prohibiting their meridians.

At this time, they had no power to fight back, and could only close their eyes and wait for death!

"These two are still useful to me!" The voice in the coffin sneered. Jin Wuwang gritted his teeth: "Old Ancestor, please use them, grandson just must watch how these two die! Best, don't let them die too happily!"

"As you wish..." the Fourth Elder said coldly: "I am refining this innate deity, and I always need some blood sacrifice materials. Although these two are one with great loss of blood and one with insufficient essence and blood, they are always cultivators, better than mortals. Being blood-refined to death, of course, will not be too comfortable!"

Jin Wuwang revealed a satisfied cruel smile upon hearing this, and snorted coldly: "These rogue cultivators have cheap lives, and Xin Shisan Niang finding so many people is not without any benefits. We take action in this secret realm, and the Wei Chenghuang Divine Path cannot investigate, so they die in vain!"

"Anyway, these cheap seeds can't be killed!"

"Xin Shisan Niang is also a member of my aristocratic family. For a little bit of petty profit, she colluded with these cheap rogue cultivators. This secret realm should have been divided by our aristocratic families. When is it the turn of rogue cultivators to intervene!"

The Jin family old monster in the coffin said lightly: "The matter of the secret realm will be discussed by our four families sooner or later, and it will be the thing in our pockets. At this time, letting rogue cultivators help us explore is not impossible. Xin Shisan Niang took the path of the Shenxiao sect. Now the Lei family has found a certain family of the Shenxiao sect. When the relationship is clarified, she will not be able to keep that passage sooner or later."

"These are all things for later, let's capture that little thing first!"

"Yes!" Jin Wuwang took the order.

The "Raise Coffin to Get Rich" array always locked the cave entrance, and Er Dao Shen had nowhere to escape. Jin Wuwang lifted the Long Xucao at the cave entrance to look for Er Dao Shen, but only saw this little monster holding a talisman brush about the same size as it, waving and painting on the cave wall.

The painting was a high-spirited big man, carrying a sword box, with a beard and Daoist robe, the shape was very vivid, and the heroic spirit almost jumped off the wall.

Qian Chen, who was waiting to see how Er Dao Shen would take action, had a strange face and whispered: "This lazy thing, besides the move of inviting gods, doesn't it know any other methods? This is treating Senior Brother Yan as a god to invite! It can also be considered smart, knowing that it can't invite me, otherwise it would have to suffer a big loss!"

Jin Wuwang lifted the Long Xucao, but saw a wall painting that looked like a living person, and was truly startled. His hand was already on the curved ruler magic artifact. After seeing that it was just a wall painting, he breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a talisman card, released mysterious light, and was about to imprison Er Dao Shen. At this time, the Yan Shu in the wall painting blinked.

Jin Wuwang thought he was dazzled.

The Yan Shu in the painting stood tall, slowly turned his head, and stared at Jin Wuwang.

The old monster in the coffin was startled and said: "How can I feel a shocking sword Qi?"

At this time, Jin Wuwang in the cave was picked up by a sword light. The sword light was like a startled swan, cutting off his right arm. If he hadn't reacted fast enough, this sword should have cut off his head as well.

Jin Wuwang rolled on the spot and retreated in embarrassment.

Lying on the ground, Senior Liang and the others, who were already in despair, stared blankly at Er Dao Shen standing with his hands on his hips in front of the stone wall. It was triumphant, holding a painting brush, and shouted a few times at Jin Wuwang and the others in a vague and unclear manner.

Immediately, Er Dao Shen waved his brush violently, and saw the sword guest Yan Shu on the wall painting, slowly stepping down from the stone wall. In the sword box behind him, a treasure sword that looked like a sentimental sword was half-sheathed.

It was Er Dao Shen who very thoughtfully painted the best divine weapon it had ever seen for him.

As Yan Shu walked down the stone wall step by step, a sharp sword Qi rushed toward his face...

This sharpness pierced people's faces with pain. Yan Shu's sword light rolled, like a long river of sword Qi sweeping over, completely shrouding Jin Wuwang. Everything within a radius of three zhang where the two were, the sword Qi scraped up the dust on the ground, including the Long Xucao on the stone wall, all shattered.

This sword light was ultimately painted by Er Dao Shen, lacking the sharpest edge of the flying sword, otherwise ten Jin Wuwangs wouldn't be able to block this sword.

Er Dao Shen's divine power and wish power invited a bit of Yan Shu's spirit, the sword technique unfolded, killing Jin Wuwang until he was on the verge of death.

At this time, the person in the coffin finally couldn't help but take action.

Although every action would damage the lifespan he had raised with secret methods, if he didn't take action, the great opportunity to live another generation in the Divine Path would be lost from his hands.

Although every strike would damage the lifespan he had cultivated with secret methods, if he didn't strike now, the great opportunity for the Divine Path to live another life would likely slip through his fingers.

But the coffin lid on his body was as steady as a mountain at this time. Under this push, it didn't move at all, as if it had been nailed to death. The person in the coffin roared angrily, drove his magic power, and exerted force again to push...

The coffin lid continued to be motionless.

On the coffin lid separated by a lid from him, Er Dao Shen was holding a painting brush, waving it like clouds, and painted a ghost king holding an iron hook and devouring little ghosts on the coffin lid.

That bit of charm manifested this ghost king, who sat on the coffin lid.

The four Western Kunlun slaves carrying the coffin looked straight ahead and honestly carried their coffin.

The Jin family old monster was completely unsealed, and the magic power at the level of Core Formation perfection turned into monstrous power, slapping on the coffin lid, causing the coffin to sizzle and vibrate. It was like a corpse-changing ghost. In the deep cave, four dark-faced Western Kunlun slaves carried a frantically shaking coffin. This scene was like being in the Nine Nethers.

This coffin made of thousand-year Yellow Spring Yin-Sinking Wood made a groan that it couldn't bear.

The coffin board shook slightly, but Er Dao Shen had already finished painting the Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts picture, and was painting a Bodhisattva riding a six-tusked white elephant. Not long after, the Bodhisattva and his white elephant also sat on the coffin board, shoulder to shoulder with the ghost king.

Er Dao Shen had obtained the essence of Wu Daozi's true transmission. This coffin board was very wide, and painting two gods only occupied one-fifth of the coffin lid.

At this time, another Bodhisattva riding a green lion had already manifested half a body on the coffin board, and the green lion under his seat lay down obediently. Firmly suppressing the coffin!

The person in the coffin finally couldn't help it! He opened his mouth and asked: "Nineteenth Young Master, what exactly is pressing on my coffin?" ===== CHAPTER 266 =====

The person in the coffin finally couldn't hold back! He opened his mouth and shouted, "Nineteenth Brother, what on earth is pressing on top of my coffin?"