The giant cauldron suddenly bloomed with green light, and the rune insect beasts engraved on the surface seemed to come to life. The light spots floated, showing a three-dimensional picture. Long Jiu was not in the mood to appreciate these, and glanced left and right vigilantly, for fear of something rushing out of the darkness.

Spooky monsters.

It was quiet and dead around the altar.

Long Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly smelled the stench of rotting corpses in his nose. He saw two shriveled corpses lying on the edge of the altar. One had a broken head, and the other had his arms cut off at shoulder length.

There were specks of black blood spattered on it. The corpse was in a weird and twisted posture, the internal muscles had been eaten away by maggots, and the remaining skin was clinging to the bones and riddled with holes, making it extremely uncomfortable to look at.

Hey, have grave robbers visited the underground palace recently?

Long Jiu frowned slightly, and a bad premonition flashed through his heart. Judging from the condition of the corpses, the two deceased people should have encountered a powerful enemy and were tortured to death! Could it be that a group of tomb robbers started an internal strife? Or is this the place?

Is there a hidden guardian?

No, impossible!

Long Jiu categorically denied this possibility. Even the most tyrannical innate master could not survive two hundred years in the underground palace! He was more likely to believe that the tomb robbers had a bloody conflict due to uneven distribution of the loot, and the murderer left alone with the treasure.

.If the inference is correct, it means that the most precious treasure in the underground palace has fallen into the hands of others, and their trip has been in vain.

Long Jiu shook his head helplessly and slowly stepped onto the first step.

At the same time, Fu Jingtao had browsed more than ten articles on exercises. He accidentally stepped on a porcelain vase with a crunching sound under his feet. He lowered his eyes and saw a shriveled and rotten arm on the ground. It had been hardened by an external force.

After tearing it apart and throwing it away, it still smells rancid.

He was stunned for a moment. Someone broke into this place not long ago! Was it the Shadow Dragon Guard or a tomb robber? Whose hands did he die in? Is the murderer still lurking nearby?

Fu Jingtao thought about lightning, could there be another exit from the underground palace? Otherwise, how to explain the existence of this amputated arm? What secrets did Zhao Guangyi hide? He glanced around with his eyes, but he didn't see any lizards, snakes or insects in the huge space.

Weird.

A cold current quietly shot up on his tailbone.

Based on the law of the weak and the strong, and the law of mutual restraint, what does it mean that even those poisonous insects and alien beasts dare not cross the restricted area? It means that the most terrifying creature in the entire underground palace is entrenched here! The key is that until this moment, this terrifying creature has not yet appeared

body.

Just as Fu Jingtao was about to issue a warning and retreat, his eyes crossed the wall, and the five characters "Tai Chi Secret of Longevity" suddenly jumped into his field of vision, and he walked over by mistake.

"Tai Chi Immortality Technique" is a separate article, roughly estimated to be about a thousand words. The first paragraph declares that "the great road is invisible, Tai Chi is one, the universe is created, endless life, refine qi into elixir, seek immortality and immortality, so it is called

Tai Chi Secret of Longevity. The essence of the Tao is dim and silent. The extreme of the Tao is dim and silent. Ignore and do not listen. Hold the spirit and be still. The shape will straighten itself. It must be quiet and clear. There is no labor of shape and no shaking.

Essence, if you keep your spirit and calm your energy, you can live forever..."

Fu Jingtao's heart was shocked. This is the Taoist's supreme Qi training manual?!

The art of practicing qi and cultivating immortals has a long history. It can be traced back to the time of Huangdi Xuanyuan, under the name of Guangchengzi, the founder of Taoism. Guangchengzi was the master of Huangdi Xuanyuan. He lived in seclusion on Kongtong Mountain and practiced in seclusion. He taught Huangdi "the essentials of the Tao" and

He was awarded the "Natural Sutra". The Yellow Emperor practiced cultivation according to the law and succeeded, and finally rode a dragon and ascended to heaven, ranking among the immortals.

Unlike martial arts practitioners who pursue power, Qi practitioners pursue immortality and live as long as heaven and earth. Orthodox Qi practitioners are the core and most outstanding talents of the Taoist sect. They have almost no contact with secular dignitaries and focus on practicing gold.

The Dan Dao is a secret inheritance that few outsiders know about. When Qin Shihuang conquered the six kingdoms and unified the world, he was so powerful that no one could match him. He tried his best to seek immortality, but he never realized this wish until his death.

"Tai Chi Immortality Technique" records the method of practicing Qi and transforming elixirs. Mortals who practice it can hope to become immortals. Its preciousness cannot be measured by money. If the emperor of the world knew about it, he would pay any price to obtain this secret of immortality.

secret.

The most famous qi practitioner in the world today is Patriarch Chen Tuan. Ancestor Chen Tuan is already a hundred years old. He drinks dew and eats qi, leaps like flying, and looks from a distance like a fairy. He does not look old at all.

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Fu Jingtao has been favored and taught by Patriarch Chen Tuan, and he firmly believes in the yin and yang of Tai Chi, so he was particularly touched when he saw the words "Tai Chi" and "immortality". Although immortality is ultimately a luxury, it is a huge opportunity.

It was right in front of him, so how could he not want to do it? He knew full well that fatal danger would come at any time, so he memorized the entire dharma formula like a gulp.

I had just memorized half of the words, when the fire suddenly turned into a miserable green, and a gloomy wind surged up.

Fu Jingtao's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked sideways, only to see a tall figure standing upside down in the corridor on the right.

The visitor has a battle helmet on his head, wearing bright armor, wearing combat boots, and holding a thick and sharp knife in his hand. His face is as skinny as a skeleton, his skin color is green and purple, and his eyes are shining with two groups of deep green light, and his upper and lower lips are

Each stretched out two sharp fangs, which looked like humans but not humans, and looked like ghosts but not ghosts.

Zombies?! Or zombies transformed by generals?!

Fu Jingtao gasped, now he was in trouble.

The zombie general raised his head slightly, as if he was trying to distinguish the scent of a living person. As his head turned, his deep and terrifying eyes were aimed at Fu Jingtao, his lips were split, and a low roar came from his chest, a disgusting sound.

A fishy smell filled the air.

Fu Jingtao had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky, thrust his long sword into the ground, took out the black donkey's hoof he had prepared in advance, and threw it towards the opponent's front door.

The sword flashed and the black donkey's hooves turned into debris and scattered.

Fu Jingtao was distracted and on guard while desperately reciting the Secret of Immortality.

The zombie general was obviously offended. He dragged his knife down, and the tip of the knife scratched the floor tiles, causing sparks to fly. With a sharp and terrifying scream, he jumped forward and slashed into the wind with one strike.

At this time, Long Jiu was able to walk up to the highest level of the altar.

The closer we get to the giant cauldron, the thicker the shadow of uneasiness becomes, and the rotten smell lingers.

Long Jiu looked at the huge bronze tripod intently and found that the word "Yongzhou" was engraved on the belly of the tripod. It was in regular script instead of ancient bronze inscriptions, indicating that the tripod was definitely not cast by Dayu. He was disappointed.

Feeling very angry, he raised his hand and smacked it away. The wind from his palm hit the giant cauldron, and the buzzing and trembling sound was heart-breaking.

The next moment, silver light shone, and a Tang Army general with a silver helmet and silver armor stood in the belly of the giant cauldron. He had a green face and fangs, eyes like will-o'-wisps, and a shape like a withered demon. His long white hair was flying behind his head. His aura was extremely powerful.

It's a rare zombie king!
Chapter completed!