In the world of ancient tombs, all the tombs, all the bones, and all the disciples died with him under the influence of the Heart Saint, leaving no trace. Only the huge Acheron skeleton with pure white light, the Nether Emperor's Space Ring, the Life-and-Death Pen trapped by Mengqi's Void Knife Art, the Real Dragon of the North Pole, and the congenital corpse of god were still fighting.
"It's really a weapon of mass destruction …" Mengqi thought with a bit of heartache.
At this time, Mr. Lu lifted the lid of the coffin and closed the ancient bronze coffin with the remains of the Heart Saint. He activated the inscriptions on it and lit three Soul Suppressing Lamps, which were placed on the head, chest, and soles of the feet to prevent the Heart Saint from turning into a corpse again.
Su Wuming's figure was so high that it seemed untouchable. He held a long sword and attacked the Real Dragon of the North Pole and the congenital corpse of god at almost the same time, helping Immortal Yunhe and Xuan Bei of Shaolin to end the battle as soon as possible.
Mengqi did not join in, but looked at the Acheron skeleton in front of him which gave people an extremely oppressive feeling. It was completely black, with bone wings on its back and two horns on its head. There were a total of 1,296 bones, all of which were flowing with fine white light, like a ray of light in the dark night, a ray of life in death. But four of the bones were different from the others. They were dark with a hint of green, neither sacred nor evil.
They were the left and right hand bones, a rib, and a phalanx.
"Four bones of Acheron are missing. The most important one is with me, and the other three have fallen into the hands of the Devil Master …" Mengqi, who had recalled the memory fragments of the Nether Emperor, was well aware of it. He despised the inferior imitation of the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect, which seemed to be the original bone of the Nether Emperor.
Taking off the left hand bone, Mengqi held his breath, calmed his mind, and focused his senses nearby. He carefully stretched out the hand bone in his palm.
As soon as this hand bone touched the nearby bones, it suddenly shone brightly. The thick blood yellow light instantly enveloped the surroundings, and from it came a feeling of either burning destruction or cold evil, which suddenly bounced Mengqi away.
When the hand bone returned to its original position, streaks of blood-yellow light flashed on the huge skeleton and circulated to every part of its body. Mengqi couldn't help but feel dizzy. His memories of the past and the imprints of the reincarnation seemed to have become blurry.
The blood-yellow light around Acheron's skeleton flowed like Zhen Yuan and blood, giving off a feeling of being everywhere. The nearby void cracked open, and one could vaguely see a blood-yellow river flowing quietly in it. Countless ghosts and spirits were floating in it, their eyes empty, unable to be reincarnated.
At this moment, Evil Master Han Guang, who was watching from the top of the mountain outside, had a slight change in expression. Waves of Yellow Blood Marrow Light surged out of the Space Ring in his hand, shaking the ground and lighting up the sky.
Mengqi sensed something and turned around abruptly. He saw Han Guang through the connection between Acheron's skeleton and the remaining bones.
The Evil Master had indeed come! At first, Mengqi thought that there was an oriole waiting for the oriole, but he knew from the memory of the Nether Emperor that the three bones of Acheron had fallen into the hands of the Evil Master, so he guessed that the Evil Master would probably wait for an opportunity!
Han Guang's eyes met with Mengqi's, and he felt the "call" of Acheron's skeleton to the items in his Space Ring. Then he saw an invisible sword light suddenly appear, stabbing down from the top of his head, and he saw Mr. Lu turn around to look at him.
He Qi was really in the dark! Han Guang squinted his eyes slightly, and the five fingers of his hanging right hand clenched one by one. The void around him suddenly glowed faintly, slowing down the invisible sword light. At the same time, three pitch-black bones flew out of the Space Ring and into the ancient tomb world.
If they were caught by Acheron's skeleton and couldn't escape, then they would suffer a great loss!
The bloody yellow light on the Space Ring disappeared. Before He Qi and Mr. Lu could swing the sword, Han Guang stepped back casually. His figure became blurred, and his sleeves fluttered as if he had stepped into the river of time and disappeared.
The three bones flew into the ancient tomb world and went to Acheron's skeleton, returning to their original positions. The original bones turned into residue as soon as they left the skeleton, as if all the vitality of the bones had been absorbed by the skeleton.
Seeing this, Mengqi snorted, "Even an onlooker has to pay the price!"
Creak, creak, creak. Finally, the complete Acheron's skeleton trembled all over, and white bone spurs with pitch-black color popped out of its joints. Each bone spur extended into the void, as if it was connected to the layers of the universe. Then, a vast, ancient, majestic, sacred and evil feeling rushed out in an endless manner, causing Mengqi who was nearby to shiver uncontrollably, even with the protection of the Fire Blade of Ling Bao.
At this moment, Acheron's skeleton seemed to be everywhere, like the rules of heaven and earth, as if it was deep and subtle, as if it was constantly splitting, as if it could not be destroyed. The aura of the legendary realm rushed out!
…
Boom!
In the Nine Underworlds, the blood-yellow river water ran through every level and every secret realm. It flowed quietly and remained unchanged throughout the ages, sinking everything that fell into it. Suddenly, the water of the Yellow Springs boiled, and huge waves that were several hundred meters tall rose up like a crazy blood-yellow true dragon.
The ghosts and spirits that would never be reincarnated looked up at the sky and let out a shrill cry, shaking everywhere along the river.
"Our Lord is returning!"
…
In a certain universe, an ancient city made of bluish-gray stones stood in the wilderness, attracting many cultivators to explore.
It was said that this used to be the ghost city of the Emperor of Hell, in charge of the death of every living creature. Later, for unknown reasons, the Emperor of Hell suddenly disappeared, and this place gradually became dilapidated. Ghost King, Judge, and millions of Ghost Soldiers could no longer be seen, leaving only many secrets and treasures that were occasionally found.
At this moment, several cultivators landed in front of the gate of the ghost city and were about to enter. Suddenly, they felt the earth shaking violently, and the bluish-gray stone walls shook and fell down. The huge locust tree facing the city gate spontaneously burned without any wind, like a giant incense stick.
Countless cracks appeared on the ground, and pairs of dark green or scarlet eyes emerged from the depths. They were so densely packed that it made one's hair stand on end.
They laughed crazily and shouted in unison,
"His Majesty is returning!"
Dark clouds gathered and covered the day.
…
An ancient and huge pyramid had been silently "watching" the sparkling river for tens of thousands of years, the river that gave birth to the fertile soil on both sides, like the incarnation of gods and demons, ruling the world on their behalf.
Suddenly, the pyramid decayed instantly, the stones turned into mud, and the whole thing collapsed. The priests inside were not injured, but were covered with rotten mud.
They looked at each other, and then heard a dull and harsh cracking sound. Looking over, they saw that the base of the original pyramid had cracked open, revealing another pyramid, a deep black pyramid with a downwards spire.
Black gas drifted from it, and beetles crawled out densely. The priests were shocked at first, and then they were ecstatic. They knelt on the ground at the same time and called out sincerely,
"The great Immortal Lord is about to awaken!"
…
In a quiet and lifeless secret realm, there stood two men in black full body armor. They exuded the unique breath of the gods. One was full of death, and the other seemed to be in a deep sleep that would never wake up.
They looked at the palace in the distance and felt the restlessness in the void. They knelt on one knee at the same time, put their right hands on their chest, and said as if they were chanting,
"Pluto is about to awaken."
…
After Acheron's skeleton was complete, the breath surged for a short time. Mengqi's body was like frozen, and his Primordial Spirit could hardly think. When he came to himself, the huge black skeleton was already calm, flowing with a faint bloody yellow light, indicating that the owner had been dead for a long time.
Mr. Lu appeared beside Mengqi. He sheathed his long sword and concentrated on looking at Acheron's skeleton thoughtfully.
Su Wuming helped Immortal Yun He to capture the North Pole Dragon, and helped Xuan Bei and other monks to seal the congenital corpse of god. He Qi just entered the ancient tomb realm. Jiang Zhiwei came from afar. She stayed far away to observe the overall changes of the cardinal of heaven and earth, in case the Nether Emperor escaped through the arrangement.
Acheron's skeleton stood in front of him. Mengqi just glanced at it and had a very evil feeling. He felt cold all over, as if it was so high that ordinary people could not touch it. Once touched, there would be a disaster. It was totally different from the single hand bone and incomplete shedding in the past.
Mengqi took a light breath and pulled back his sight. He took the Nether Emperor's Space Ring, broke the seal by force, and poured out the items inside. They were piled up to a height of one person, with different colors of light competing with each other, almost blinding Mengqi's eyes.
These were all good treasures, including materials, elixirs, and Precious Weapons. It was almost equivalent to 20 to 30 percent of the accumulation of a normal top force.
This made Mengqi sigh involuntarily. The Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect was really rich. The Suzerain alone carried so many things with him. The only pity was that there were no more Heavenly Weapons. After all, most of the Heavenly Weapons would be passed on to the younger generation, but not the corpses. Most of the people who could leave a Heavenly Weapon to be buried with them were extraordinary. Only the destined ones could get it, not the tomb robbers.
More importantly, the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect had lost some Heavenly Weapons in several disasters. It was unknown whether they were taken away by others or swallowed by the Heart Saint's slough as a sacrifice.
"Thank you for your help. The Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect has been destroyed, and one of the Nine Evil Paths has been removed." Mengqi clasped his hands to express his sincere gratitude, and then said directly, "Today's harvest is very rich. Please choose first."
Although he could invite so many powerful helpers by relying on his reputation and favors, Mengqi did not want to break the friendship. It was the right way to give and take!
This way of dividing the spoils had a tacit understanding. They knew what the person in charge wanted the most, so they deliberately did not choose. At the same time, there was a default order of selection.
For a moment, all eyes were on Mr. Lu.
Mr. Lu smiled slightly, "I alone am enough. I don't need external things. But as the owner of Huamei Heights, I still have to accumulate some for my disciples and disciples."
He pointed to the pile of items, "I will take 30%."
"That's not enough. You have to take at least 50%." Mengqi shook his head like a rattle drum. This was the main force! Furthermore, he had chosen the least 'valuable' part!
Mr. Lu's expression was calm, "Then 40%. If I want to use Acheron's skeleton to 'test my sword' in the future, you can't refuse."
In other words, Acheron's skeleton belonged to Mengqi.
"I'd love to," Meng Qi said with a smile.
Mr. Lu looked at the bronze coffin where the Heart Saint's slough was. He pondered for a while and said, "The slough of the Heart Saint can't be desecrated. How about choosing a good place to bury him again?"
"I'm afraid that other places will be robbed again. It's better to bury him near Huamei Heights. With the heightslord watching over him, the Heart Saint won't be disturbed. Moreover, people from Changle Academy can come and pay their respects openly." Immortal Yunhe suggested. He was no stranger to the Heart Saint. Not only did he have the Medieval History brought by Mohism Palace, but he also had a complete understanding of the current situation of the main world.
Mengqi and others did not object. Because if they guarded the slough of the Heart Saint, once the corpse turned, it was equivalent to seeking death. But Su Wuming could be everywhere. When they needed to suppress him, he could go from Xi Jian Pavilion to Huamei Heights much faster than from Huamei Heights to Xi Jian Pavilion.
After the discussion, Mr. Lu took 40% of the Nether Emperor's treasures. Then Su Wuming said lightly, "I also want 40%."
He was not interested in the corpse.
No one objected. When it was Immortal Yunhe's turn, he looked around with bright eyes. It seemed that he was reluctant to part with everyone. He spent a lot of effort to say, "The Daoist wants the real dragon's corpse."
It could be used to refine many good things!
"Good!" Before Xuan Bei could say anything, Meng Qi made a prompt decision to agree and cut off his words. Then he looked at Xuan Bei and said, "Master, this congenital corpse of god is equivalent to the fake Nether Evil God. It has the power of life and death, which can help the Mo-Ke Exorcism Punch to comprehend by analogy. Moreover, it is full of evil Qi and obsession, which needs to be resolved by Buddhism."
Xuan Bei knew his disciple's intention. He said "Amitabha" and said, "That's good."
After the Shaolin monks put away the sealed congenital corpse of god, He Qi looked around gratefully because he knew that Mr. Lu, Su Wuming, Xuan Bei, and other monks had given in to him.
Donghai Sword Village had a weak foundation. He Qi practiced the Formless Sword Qi. Except for the sword talisman transformed by the Dharmakaya and the sword formation to protect the village, there were no Heavenly Weapons. The closest thing to a Heavenly Weapon was the Token of the Sword Vermin. Because of this, they had always been at Donghai. At this time, Mr. Lu, Su Wuming, and Xuan Bei did not choose the Life-and-Death Pen. It was obvious that it was reserved for He Qi.
After He Qi put away the Life-and-Death Pen, Mengqi looked at Jiang Zhiwei with a smile and said, "It's your turn."
They were backup and defense, and they all had their own functions.
Jiang Zhiwei glanced at him and put away the remaining 20% of the items. Anyway, everyone could use whatever they could, and they could borrow Karma points from each other.
After dispersing the other items, Mengqi turned to look at the huge skeleton of Acheron. It was black with pure white, dotted with evil and holiness!
The remains of a legendary mighty person! This was the main material to refine a Peerless Heavenly Weapon!
After putting away the skeleton, they left the ancient tomb realm. The place was dead silent.
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