Chapter 676

In seven and a half years, Zhou Qingmei opened nine arrays in a row!

All were seventh-tier.

Not only were there defensive arrays, but also trapping arrays.

Up to this point, all the arrays of the entire great tomb could be considered to have been opened by her.

During this time, He Pingsheng was not idle either.

He had also refined all the remaining twelve restrictions of the Eight Treasures Purple Cloud Stinger, and as for the divine ability 【Void Rapid Movement】, it had also reached the Great Perfection realm.

Although he failed to break through the Dao barrier because he encountered a bottleneck, He Pingsheng had become more proficient in his control of spatial rules because he had comprehended spatial Daoist techniques.

"Thank you for your hard work!" He Pingsheng encouraged Zhou Qingmei: "Have we entered?"

"No!" Zhou Qingmei said: "This servant didn't enter the final tomb chamber, but I can confirm that there are no more defenses inside."

"This servant will accompany the Young Master inside; there shouldn't be any danger anymore."

"Good!"

The two walked one after another, passing through the defensive arrays one by one.

Finally, they arrived before a huge stone door.

Scanning with spiritual sense, one could easily see that behind the stone door was the tomb chamber.

He Pingsheng took a deep breath, bowed toward the stone door, and said: "God Emperor, please do not blame me. This junior does not want to disturb your peace, but only came to take away the Nine Heavens Profound Fire!"

"Except for the Profound Fire, this junior will not take anything else!"

After speaking, the stone door actually rumbled and opened automatically.

He Pingsheng and Zhou Qingmei quickly entered.

This was a huge tomb chamber.

The tomb chamber was circular, and in the center of the circular tomb chamber was a huge coffin.

Along the surroundings of this circular tomb chamber was a circle of 360 lamps, and in each lamp, a wisp of firelight was jumping.

Looking at everything before him, He Pingsheng had the feeling of when he first entered Zhou Qingmei's great tomb.

"Senior, please forgive me!" He Pingsheng scanned with his spiritual sense; inside the huge coffin lay a creature with a human Daoist body. He couldn't tell what its true body was, but he could see that its cultivation base before it fell should have been the Body Integration Stage!

Body Integration Stage!

If it were a human, it would possess a lifespan of ten thousand years.

If it were a demon race, it could even have a lifespan of twenty thousand years.

But so what?

Ten thousand or twenty thousand years, in the endless river of time, is just like a white horse passing a crack.

"This junior has come here only to take this Nine Heavens Profound Fire!"

"I will not disturb your resting place!"

After speaking, He Pingsheng suddenly turned his head and looked at one of the 360 lamps.

From the appearance, this lamp was no different from the other lamps.

But He Pingsheng smelled an extraordinary aura from this lamp fire: the aura of the Nine Heavens Profound Fire.

Seeming to feel He Pingsheng's hostility, this Nine Heavens Profound Fire suddenly jumped violently.

Boom...

After one breath, the Profound Fire transformed from the size of a bean to a zhang long. In the golden flame, a ferocious face emerged. It looked at He Pingsheng and roared loudly.

But He Pingsheng couldn't understand what it was shouting.

However, the fierce and evil image, combined with the action of charging toward He Pingsheng, clearly showed that this little thing had heard He Pingsheng's words just now, and it was angry.

Boom...

The next moment, an even more powerful force erupted from the Nine Heavens Profound Fire.

The lamps below were directly roasted into air by it.

Inside the entire tomb chamber, it was scorching hot!

The huge fire spiritual power transformed into a fire dragon, charging toward He Pingsheng.

"Beast... how dare you!"

Before He Pingsheng could make a move, Zhou Qingmei raised her hand, and the cyan sword light transformed into a lotus flower, with infinite sword intent spraying out, instantly repelling the Heavenly Fire's attack.

The ten great innate true fires, although supreme treasures, did not have very strong attack power.

Even if Zhou Qingmei didn't make a move, He Pingsheng should have been able to block this strike of its power.

The difficulty was how to find this thing and then refine it?

"Nine Heavens Profound Fire..." He Pingsheng looked at that wisp of flame indifferently and said: "Fall for me!"

He Pingsheng didn't talk nonsense with it, directly stretching out his infinite spiritual sense, controlling the space around the Nine Heavens Profound Fire, and then pulling hard, he took the Nine Heavens Profound Fire into his ring.

Take it first!

After going out, study the refining method.

However, the next moment, the ring in He Pingsheng's hand directly melted.

Boom...

The flame flew out from the ring.

"This..." He Pingsheng was shocked beyond measure.

Even the ring was burned through?

"Legend has it that the ten great innate true fires can burn through everything!" Zhou Qingmei spoke: "If the Young Master wants to subdue it, I'm afraid you'll have to use some special means!"

The flame flew away with a *whoosh*, landing again in the void about a hundred zhang away from He Pingsheng. On the zhang-long flame, a human face appeared. The expression on the human face was vivid, seeming to be proud, and also seeming to be mocking He Pingsheng.

"Sou... sou sou sou..."

In a single thought, seven more Wuxiang Beidou Nails flew out from He Pingsheng's sea of consciousness.

The emerald-green divine nails flew toward the red-robed monk at extreme speed.

The corner of the Mingyue avatar's mouth curled into a smile, and he said: "Poisonous spiritual sense attacks, what can they do to me?"

Weng weng weng...

A ball of golden light suddenly erupted from his chest, bombarding He Pingsheng's seven spiritual sense nails.

These spiritual sense nails ultimately failed to land in the monk's sea of consciousness.

However, eight purple poison thorns silently passed through Mingyue's body.

Pu...

Pu pu pu pu...

Several blood holes were instantly pierced through Mingyue's body.

And after the eight poison thorns struck, they returned to He Pingsheng's dantian to be nurtured by him.

That's right!

Just now, He Pingsheng's spiritual sense attack was a feint; those eight poison thorns were the real attack.

Combining the real and the fake, the attack succeeded!

"Pu..." The monk retreated rapidly, spitting out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the golden light on his chest erupted again.

He Pingsheng could clearly feel that the opponent seemed to have some treasure that could avoid poison, instantly cleaning the toxins away completely.

After removing the toxins, those mere eight thorns could not cause any damage to this Buddhist disciple.

They didn't even count as superficial wounds.

"Prajna all Buddhas!"

"Buddha Venerable help me!"

The young, handsome monk with bare feet stepped into the void, muttering to himself.

One after another, golden lights flew out from the void behind him, and then peng peng peng, they stuck to his back.

This Mingyue avatar seemed to have instantly gained incredible power!

His body instantly turned into the size of a mountain, reaching a full hundred zhang.

A golden aura golden dragon condensed and coiled around the monk's right arm.

He waved his right arm lightly, and that golden divine dragon flew out with a boom, baring fangs and brandishing claws as it attacked He Pingsheng.