The cave is actually myself

Chapter 276 Bronze Mirror Thread Incense Seal
Above the mountain peak, Lu Yuan gently flapped a pair of huge bone wings, and lightning suddenly appeared, rushing to other places at extremely fast speeds.

When Lu Yuan flew over the head of the pill-forming monk, he caught a glimpse of the angry and confused expression of the pill-forming monk, and a smile appeared on his face.

Lu Yuan didn't have the slightest bit of guilt for the treasures of the alchemy cultivator in exchange for a second-grade exercise from him.

After all, opportunities can be big or small. Since you have the intention of getting a big opportunity, you have to bear the risks involved.

The spiritual stone elixir was exchanged for the second-grade skill, which was regarded as a lesson to this elixir-forming monk.

Let him know that opportunities are not so easy to come by, and it is very possible to lose big things because of small things, so that he will always remember this experience. If a similar situation happens again, it will not be a matter of losing something external, and maybe losing his life as a result.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan even felt that the Danjie monk still needed to be grateful to him.

Although it was his first time to enter the sect master's secret realm, Lu Yuan had a deep understanding of the secret realm based on the information he got from the old fox, and flew directly towards his destination.

In less than half a moment, he arrived at the residence of the head of the Lishan Sect.

However, although the old fox was very familiar with the secret realm, he did not know much about the place where the sect master lived.

He only told Lu Yuan that it was the place where the sect master practiced his daily life. Due to the relative privacy, the old fox never entered it.

As the living place of the leader of a sect, Lu Yuan guessed that there must be quite good treasures inside. However, he also knew that he was much slower than other monks, so he didn't think much about it. He mainly came to watch the excitement.

Of course, it would be great to be able to pick up the slack.

When Lu Yuan arrived at his destination, there were various marks on the outside of the residence, including scattered flesh and blood and broken magic weapons. It was obvious that many battles had taken place, and many monks were probably killed.

With a sweep of his mind, he put on the skin of a long-bearded monk, sensed the movement in the building, and quickly passed through it.

Not long after, Lu Yuan came to an empty hall.

There were many pill-forming monks in the hall, and Yun Lang from the Tianjian Sect was among them, following behind a white-haired and child-like female monk in the late stage of pill-forming.

At this moment, his whole body was covered with dark red dragon scales, and the huge dragon tail behind his back was swinging slowly and powerfully, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

The female monk in the late stage of pill formation was shrouded in a blue light ball. In the light ball, there were various water-type monsters and beasts floating in the light ball. There were dots of blue light on her face, like stars, and her whole person exuded an aura of light. Extreme chill.

In addition to the late-stage pill-forming monk from Tianjian Sect, there are two other late-stage pill-forming monks in the hall.

One was the short old man in blood robe that Lu Yuan had seen outside the wild monster jungle before. At this moment, his body was filled with blood energy, and the smell of blood filled the entire hall. Lu Yuan could clearly feel it from a distance.

The other one was a middle-aged Confucian scholar. He was wearing gray and hemp-colored clothes. He looked very inconspicuous. He carried a black sword box behind him. Lu Yuan's spiritual will was strong and he felt the countless sword energy in the sword box. .

In addition to the three late-stage pill-forming monks and Yun Lang, there were also several mid-stage pill-forming monks.

Everyone looked at the middle of the hall with eager eyes.

Lu Yuan followed their gaze and saw a huge bronze coffin placed in the middle of the hall.

The coffin floats in mid-air, pulled by dozens of thick black chains underneath. Runes are engraved on the chains every day.

On the coffin, there are three particularly eye-catching things.

A bronze mirror, an incense stick, and a seal.

The bronze mirror was about the same size as a human face. There was a ferocious and ugly evil spirit in the middle of the mirror. The evil spirit held the lower edge of the bronze mirror tightly with its two palms, as if it would break free from the mirror at any time.

The incense stick is as thick as a finger and about one and a half feet long. Wisps of smoke spread from the top of the incense stick. In the smoke, a resentful soul looms, howling silently.

Upon closer inspection, the Divine Sense seemed to have a strong feeling of being sucked into the smoke.

The seal was blood red all over, and it was suppressed on the coffin. There were constant protrusions and depressions in the blood red parts on the surface, which slowly squirmed. There was a gurgling sound from the bottom, and blood kept pouring out from the bottom of the seal.

The three objects all revealed something unusual. They were all protected by a blood-colored shield at the moment, and everyone took turns using various methods to break the barrier.

The blood-colored shield had endured an unknown number of attacks, and it was already crumbling. The flow of blood-colored spiritual energy on the shield became slower, and it was about to be broken.

Lu Yuan's arrival immediately attracted the attention of many monks.

"Friend Lu Dao, why are you here just now?"

Yun Lang, who had once saved Lu Yuan's life, smiled at him, and transmitted his spiritual thoughts.

"I wasted a lot of time in breaking the formation and went to other places, so it was slower."

Lu Yuan also sent a message with his spiritual thoughts and asked Yun Lang.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, I wonder what good things are inside this coffin? What are the bronze mirrors, incense sticks, and seals on it?"

"I don't know the details. I just know a thing or two about the three bronze mirrors. According to my senior sister, the three treasures all have the effect of suppressing the strangeness of the Yin. Each of them is at least a sixth-rank existence. It is likely that the coffin There’s a pretty scary presence inside.”

Lu Yuan thought about it and thought of the "True Explanation of Mysterious Female Corpse Refining" that he got from the emerald quiet room. From the position where it was placed, it can be seen that the master of the Lishan Sect often meditated on this sect. Could it be that the person suppressed in the coffin was Is it his clone?
He was guessing this in his mind, but he didn't tell Yun Lang. He just stood aside quietly. It was rare to see so many middle- and late-stage pill-forming monks competing for treasures, and Lu Yuan planned to take this opportunity to feast his eyes on them.

Under the continuous attack of magic weapons and talismans, the blood-colored shield finally reached the critical point. A huge dragon shadow slapped hard on the surface of the shield. There was only a soft hiss, and the shield broke into countless fragments.

The monks who had been waiting for a long time tried their best to take possession of the three treasures including the bronze mirror on the coffin.

A big bird with blue feathers turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the coffin. Before it could get close, a huge black palm crossed the space, appeared directly above the coffin, and grabbed the bronze mirror.

The short old man in blood-robed snorted coldly, and the baby beads around his neck suddenly grew in size.

Amidst the shrill roar, whether it was the big bird with cyan feathers, the black palm, or other means slowed down many times at the same time, a laughing baby ghost stretched out his white and tender hands and grabbed the copper that was about to fall into the huge palm. mirror.

The Tianjian Sect's late-stage elixir-forming female monk and the sword-cultivating Confucian scholar were in the same realm as the old man in blood robes, so naturally they were not affected by it.

The blue light ball around the female monk flashed with cold light, and an ice dragon flashed past with its fangs and claws. It came to the top of the coffin. Wherever it passed, light blue crystals oozed out from the surface of everything, and there were monsters being covered by it. The blue crystal froze, fell to the ground, and instantly broke into countless pieces.

Just as the laughing infant ghost grabbed the seal, the Ice Chilong spit out a mouthful of blue-white cold air at him. Taking advantage of the moment when the smile on the infant ghost's face was frozen, the dragon's tail hooked, intending to sweep away the seal and the incense.

Naturally, the sword cultivator would not let this happen. The moment the Ice Chi Dragon appeared, the sword box buzzed behind him, and a red sword light suddenly came, blocking the Ice Chi Dragon's claws and claws. The people next to him laughed. The baby ghost's white and tender hands seemed to be slow, but in fact they grabbed the ice chilong very quickly.

In order to snatch the three treasures of the Bronze Mirror, the three monks in the late stage of pill formation immediately fought together. Due to the huge gap in strength, the other monks in the middle stage of pill formation could only wait for the opportunity to see if they could take advantage of the chaos to seize a treasure. .

Lu Yuan stood motionless in the corner. His need for treasures was average. Moreover, he needed to maintain the integrity of his skin. It was difficult to expose his skeleton in front of so many people. Most of his strength could not be used, so he lost the fight. thoughts.

While he was watching the battle at close range, his mind was paying attention to the movement of the bronze coffin.

After the bronze mirror, incense sticks, and seals shifted from the coffin, the dozens of thick chains below trembled slightly. Then, the tremors became more and more frequent, and all the thick chains trembled. The runes shook.

However, the monks present, except Lu Yuan, were all focused on the three treasures, so they did not notice the subtle changes in the thick chain under the coffin.

"coming!"

Lu Yuan's mind felt something strange, so he changed his posture and focused on the bronze coffin.

The lid of the coffin was lifted open by a huge wave of air, and a dark corpse instantly jumped out from inside.

The Yin Corpse was ten feet tall, with only a layer of skin clinging to its bones. It looked like it had been starved for hundreds of years. It glanced into the hall, green saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth involuntarily, and fell to the ground, burning with gray-green poisonous smoke. .

The appearance of the deep black Inferi attracted the attention of many monks, and they couldn't help but feel a little more alert.

The Yin Corpse shook its body slightly and disappeared from the sight of all the monks under the gaze of everyone.

Suddenly, an exclamation came. Lu Yuan followed the sound and saw behind a monk who was in the middle stage of elixir formation. The arm of the dark corpse that had penetrated his body was stretching out. He held his heart and lungs in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth. .

Soon, a glimmer of luster appeared on the surface of the Inferi, and the skin swelled slightly. It shook slightly and disappeared from everyone's sight again.

Lu Yuan frowned, and two scarlet eyeball clones went up along the vertebrae and entered the skull. The dark black bone spurs took away the long-bearded monk's eyeballs and replaced them with two phantom pupil eyeball clones.

Relying on the eyeball clone and his own powerful spiritual thoughts, Lu Yuan was able to notice the movements of the dark corpse.

"careful!"

He sent a message to Yunlang.

Although Yun Lang didn't know the reason, he subconsciously pulled up the dragon tail behind his back, just in time to block the dark arms of the Inferi. Even though the dragon tail was covered with dark red dragon scales, a huge hole still appeared, with bones visible deep down, which showed the power of the Inferi. .

The Inferi missed the target, turned around and glared at Lu Yuan fiercely, his eyes full of naked malice, and then disappeared from everyone's sight again.

Lu Yuanhun didn't care, but the other monks who were in the middle stage of the alchemy formation felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and the protective talismans on their bodies lit up, giving them a slight sense of security in their anxious hearts.

This sense of security was quickly gone. The Inferi easily penetrated a pill-forming monk with several layers of spiritual energy shields and swallowed his internal organs again. The skin became three-thirds brighter to the naked eye.

The three monks in the late stage of pill formation also realized the seriousness and looked cautious.

The yin corpses come and go without a trace, the speed is beyond everyone's imagination, and they have extremely powerful attack power. When they are devoured, they are occasionally hit by magic weapons, but they are not affected at all.

For the mid-stage pill-forming monks present, it was like a nightmare. Only the three late-stage monks could barely cope with it.

Some of the monks wanted to take the opportunity to escape from the empty hall, but before they could leave the hall, they were penetrated by the hands of the Inferi, leaving behind a mutilated corpse.

The female cultivator with a blue light ball, the old man in blood robe, and the Confucian sword cultivator looked at each other. They knew that the most important thing to deal with now was the Yin corpse. They ignored the incense and seals still floating in the air and joined forces with other monks to deal with the mystery. Inferi.

Lu Yuan also pretended, using his blood-red sword to greet the exposed Inferi from time to time. In the chaos, a crack appeared on the sole of his foot, and a small pure white paper man appeared under his foot.

A thin, pale white paper ribbon spread silently, wrapping the incense stick.

"Ok?"

Just when Lu Yuan was about to continue taking away the seal, his spiritual mind suddenly noticed an extremely terrifying aura coming from the corpse of a monk in the middle stage of pill formation on the ground.

Before he could react, the monk's corpse suddenly expanded suddenly. There was a loud bang, and countless pieces of flesh and blood were splashed everywhere. Those tiny pieces of flesh and blood were like steamed buns, they also expanded rapidly and exploded together.

Soon, the whole building was covered with countless flesh and blood, turning into a blood mass monster. In an instant, two monks in the mid-stage of alchemy merged into the blood mass and became one of them.

"I'll drop a darling!"

Lu Yuan felt the terrifying aura in the blood monster, and felt a sense of crisis in his heart. The bone-eroding demon puppet twisted and transformed at the fastest speed, turning into a kun fish dozens of feet long, fighting for a little space for himself. The sword penetrated the flesh and blood, and Kunyu instantly turned into a thunder falcon. The lightning emerged and turned into a thunder ball that penetrated the flesh and blood monster.

Long before Lu Yuan transformed, the paper tape stretched infinitely and hooked up with the body of the Bone-Eroding Demon Puppet. The moment Lu Yuan flew out, it also flew away lightly, and the flesh and blood in front of it was assimilated into a pile. Blank paper.

Before leaving, under Lu Yuan's special instructions, several strips of paper stretched out and wrapped around the corpses of several monks and the exposed dark corpse.

After the formation of the blood monster, the space for movement of the Inferi was extremely small. Under the influence of Lu Yuan's spiritual thoughts and the Phantom Yin Pupil, the invisibility ability was completely cracked. The two major advantages disappeared, and the little paper man's strength was not at all. Weaker than it, take advantage of its unpreparedness and wrap it temporarily.

The moment Lu Yuan left, his spiritual thoughts swept over the remaining monks who were still alive and they all used various secret techniques to escape from the blood monster.

A drop of powerful dark red blood appeared on Yun Lang's forehead, and the blood instantly transformed into an exquisite red dragon and blended into his body.

The prayer beads on the blood-robed old man's neck snapped off, and all the baby ghosts with different expressions bit the muscles on his neck together.

In the sword box behind the Confucian sword cultivator, countless sharp sword intentions soared into the sky, cutting all the swollen flesh and blood around him into countless small pieces of flesh. The sword intention wrapped around the Confucian scholar and turned into a huge sword light, penetrating through layers and layers. A layer of flesh and blood.

Lu Yuan was the first to escape from the body of the flesh and blood monster, followed closely by the little paper man. Lu Yuan let it fall on the back of the Thunder Falcon, and while flying away with it, he let it separate paper strips one after another, leaving the still struggling The inferi are trapped.

As the bone wings spread, Lu Yuan was several miles away in an instant. Looking from a distance, he saw that the sect master's residence had turned into a blood ball that was dozens of feet high. The surface of the blood ball was constantly squirming, becoming larger at an extremely fast speed.

"I don't know how many of the monks in the hall will survive."

Lu Yuan sped up his escape and sighed in his heart.

(End of this chapter)