Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Feng Sibei's eyes were bloodshot.

He stared at the ancient corpse in black robe and his whole body was trembling.

Boundless anger and hatred almost burst out from the bones.

However, that hatred was mixed with a hint of fear and uneasiness. It was obvious that the descendants of the Feng family had long been ingrained with their fear of this ancestor.

It's not his fault. After all, people like Feng Shigu are villains in prosperous times and talented people in troubled times. Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but he can kill even his parents, brothers, and comrades.

"Master, relax."

"Although Feng Shigu is weird, he is far from being a corpse immortal."

After staring at the ancient corpse for a moment, Chen Yulou shook his head. The corpse aura was condensed and not dissipated. There was no trace of immortal aura at all. It was clearly just a zombie that had died but remained incorruptible.

But it has to be said.

Feng Shigu is indeed a man of extraordinary means.

This was definitely the first time he saw a glimmer of possibility from the immortal seeker in the tomb.

Before this, even King Xian, who had the Zhuchen Pearl in his mouth and the Zhixian Coffin in his body, was far from being able to confer the title of Master Gu.

If he were given a few hundred more years.

Perhaps the soul can really return to the body, and the spirit can be refined to the point of truth.

It’s a pity that man proposes, God disposes.

How could he have imagined that in this life there would be a hanging man like him, Chen Yulou, who possessed the Qingmu Creation Power, cultivated his primordial spirit in the cave, and cut through the demon armor with one sword, thus ending his last hope.

Even in another life without him, there will be a son of destiny like Hu Bayi.

Relying on half of the sixteen-character Yin-Yang Feng Shui secret technique, one can sweep through all the deep mountains and hidden treasures.

You know, even for him, with countless talented people around him, and with the initiative, and with planning ahead, it is still difficult for him to achieve unstoppable success.

call--

Exhaled.

Chen Yulou shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind.

The most important thing right now is how to deal with Feng Shigu.

Although he has not reached the level of a corpse immortal, he has swallowed corpse pills, borrowed Pangu's divine veins, and practiced in meditation for three hundred years. He is far from being comparable to the barbarian corpse king in Pingshan.

"What does Shopkeeper Chen mean?"

Feng Sibei suddenly raised his eyes, like a drowning man grabbing a straw.

Although he had been thinking for countless days and nights in his life about what he should do if he entered the Earth Immortal Village, opened the Corpse Immortal Tomb, and met Master Feng Gu, but now that he was actually facing the ancestor who lived hundreds of years ago, he found that he could not kill him by his own strength.

Halberd, longbow, and divine whip.

Each of them is a powerful weapon for attacking and breaking through obstacles.

But Feng Shigu wasn't even hurt.

Even though he held the Tianshidong Yuezhang Seal in his hand, he was still not sure he could suppress him.

As for the ancestral secret skills, they are even better than showing off one's skills in front of Guan Gong. Master Feng is well-versed in ancient and modern times, and is a scholar of heaven and earth. Whether it is witchcraft, Taoism, or Tantric Buddhism, Nuo magic, they are all at his fingertips.

So he knew very well that the only way now was to rely on the people around him.

"Of course... strike first and gain the upper hand!"

Chen Yulou's eyes turned cold and his words were as loud as thunder.

At this moment, Feng Shigu was not in a state of daze. On the contrary, he was even weirder than he looked.

The speed at which the vitality in Pangu's divine vein flows is obviously several times faster than before.

Coming from all directions.

Finally it merged into his limbs and bones.

Apart from this, Feng Shigu's greatest confidence is nothing more than that he has merged with the Nine Deaths Jingling Armor. By then, even the gods will find it difficult to kill him, but before that, he has cut off his retreat.

The Nine Deaths Jingling Armor is gone.

He is a lamb to be slaughtered.

It's just a little troublesome to kill, but it's definitely not impossible to kill.

"The Taoist priest and the old foreigner sealed the front and back with a copper seal and a mirror umbrella and locked it in the tomb."

"Kunlun, Yang Fang, scout the side."

Chen Yulou glanced at the people around him and spoke very quickly, but there was no chaos at all. After making arrangements in a few words, he turned his gaze to Partridge Whistle and said, "Brother Dao, follow me and charge!"

"it is good!"

The words fell.

The response was like a roar.

Partridge Whistle, who had been unable to contain himself for a long time, did not hesitate at all and took a step forward. The floor tiles under his shoes could not withstand the force of his body and broke into pieces. With the help of the recoil force, he leaped up, twisted his body, and jumped onto Feng Shigu's shoulder.

At the same time, he used all his strength to slam his knees down hard.

click-

This knee strike originated from both shoulders, with the force flowing through the whole body and finally striking at both knees. It was the same as the Double Sheep Headbutt in Bajiquan. After being incorporated into the Kuixing Kick, its power became even greater than before.

Even the tigers and leopards in the mountains cannot withstand it.

All the muscles and bones were about to break and collapse in an instant.

At this moment, he was already full of anger and had no intention of holding back any strength. He struck down with his knee. There was a loud cracking sound. Feng Shigu, who had been as steady as a rock, suddenly shook and his shoulders sank. The floor tiles beneath him shattered to the ground in an instant.

There was obviously a bit more anger in his dark eyes.

His originally sage-like face now looked much more ferocious.

"Brother, be careful!"

Upon seeing this, the old foreigner's face changed, and he dared not hesitate any longer. He opened the mirror umbrella, and with the help of the surrounding lights, the sixty-four bronze mirrors embedded in the umbrella suddenly shone with golden light. The light column enveloped Feng Shigu's body, and the corpse aura that was rolling on his body condensed.

The originally swaying figures also sank into the quagmire.

"Yang Kuishou, I am here to help you too."

See this scene.

Feng Sibei's eyes lit up, and a ray of spiritual energy flowed into the seal in his hand. In an instant, the copper seal was shining like a waterfall, and the Taoist runes engraved on it were reflected in the air, turning into strands of starlight. "Suppress!"

He just took a deep breath and spoke like thunder.

He held up the Yue seal and shone it down on Feng Shigu's head.

Those golden runes seemed to come alive, the rays of light intertwined, and finally condensed into an ancient seal character "zhen", which broke through the fog covering the tomb and struck Master Feng heavily on his forehead.

It was clearly just an empty object, but once it entered the forehead, a burning sound was heard continuously.

The talisman of the Zhen character broke open the corpse.

It was deeply imprinted in the bone between his eyebrows.

The bronze light broke the evil, the golden seal suppressed the corpse, under the double Taoist repressive force, Master Feng's ancient corpse was fixed in place and could not move anymore.

Partridge Whistle knelt on his shoulders.

Feeling the changes in Feng Shigu beneath him, his heart couldn't help but move.

How could he miss such a good opportunity?

He pulled out the vajra from his waist, and an idea came to his mind. All of a sudden, the copper vessel, which was originally as silent as a dead object, seemed to be ignited and became red and hot.

Countless Tantric Sanskrit texts are interwoven.

You can even faintly hear the sound of chanting.

Holding the vajra in both hands, with murderous intent between his brows, Partridge Whistle did not hesitate and pounded it hard at Feng Shigu's head.

The Baihui Shenting point on the top of the head is where the essence, blood, and life are located. There are also the Fengchi and Niwan Palace, which store the truth and the spirit.

This blow will break the parietal bone.

Even if Feng Shigu really achieved the body of a corpse immortal, he could only surrender and be killed.

Buzz!
The vajra seemed to be able to sense the murderous intent in his heart, and the Sanskrit sound became more fierce.

only……

Just when it seemed that the pestle was about to break Kaifeng Shigu's skull, a hand suddenly stretched out from nowhere, and its fingers were as sharp as swords, pressing against the vajra. It seemed light and powerless, but he could not move it down even half an inch.

Partridge Whistle's expression changed and he looked down, only to be met with a pair of eyes as cold as ice.

Feng Shigu actually forcibly broke the copper light of the mirror umbrella.

Let the golden light-suppressing character between the eyebrows burn through the brow bone.

We must stop his fatal move!
At this moment, their eyes met, and even though Partridge Whistle had killed countless people in his life, for a moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

He couldn't even think of any words to describe those eyes.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Feng Shigu spoke slowly.

He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and he spoke a few simple words haltingly, just like the first sentence Yuan Hong said when he refined the horizontal bone. And with a thick accent, it sounded unclear.

However, with just four short words, the temperature of the entire tomb suddenly changed from hot summer to cold winter.

The mist floating around suddenly froze.

Partridge Whistle seemed to sense something, his face became solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy. He decisively gave up continuing his attack and was about to retreat violently to avoid Feng Shigu, but he was still half a step too slow.

Feng Shigu just snapped his fingers.

A terrifying force like a landslide passed through the vajra and spread throughout his body. He felt as if he was hit head-on by a rolling rock. He was thrown into the air and then hit the rock wall behind him.

"puff--"

A sharp pain came from his back, but Partridge Whistle did not dare to hesitate for a moment. He turned over on the spot, stepped aside, took off his umbrella and opened it to protect himself.

It was not until this moment that he dared to take a deep breath.

But the severe pain from his vest made him unable to suppress it any longer, and he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of blood.

Feng Shigu didn't even look at him. His eyes swept around coldly and finally fell on Feng Sibei.

"Which generation of my Feng family are you from?"

Even though they were several steps apart, Feng Sibei could feel the strong sense of oppression he brought. He almost couldn't hold the Yue Zhang Seal in his hand, but he gritted his teeth and held on tightly, saying nothing, just glaring at him.

"As a descendant of the Feng family, what do you intend to do by bringing outsiders into our Dixian Village?"

"Kill me, or do you want to use the great cause to suppress me?"

"Do you know what this behavior is?"

"It is extremely treasonous and it is a betrayal to one's teacher and ancestors!"

Feng Shigu became angrier as he spoke.

A pair of grey eyes turned scarlet, strange and eerie. There was no trace of immortal air at all. It was no different from a demon from purgatory.

Listening to every word, Feng Sibei's face became more and more ugly.

At this moment, he was extremely angry and wanted to curse the culprit who killed his father and brother and massacred his clansmen, but he couldn't open his mouth. He could only stare at him, wishing he could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

Facing his angry glare, Feng Shigu turned a deaf ear to him. He just slowly raised his hand and took out the golden symbol that was almost branded into his brow bone.

Then he looked around with a sneer.

There was a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

"However, considering that you have brought me so much blood and food, I can forgive you for what happened and even help you to become an immortal."

While talking.

Feng Shigu took a step forward and appeared outside Kunlun almost instantly.

Among all the people, he has the most vigorous blood.

As long as he swallowed his vast essence and blood, he would be able to recover at least 50% of his peak strength.

As for the remaining people, in his eyes, they were no different from great medicine. If he kept them and slowly refined them, perhaps they would be able to become corpse immortals soon, and then ascend to the heavenly palace and be included in the immortal class.

Thinking of this, he felt extremely pleased. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Kunlun's chest, intending to take out his heart first.

only……

Before he could touch Kunlun's clothes, a ray of white light suddenly came from the side, only as thick as a hair, but it changed drastically for the first time on Feng Shigu's fierce and ferocious face.

"If you want to become an immortal, have you asked Chen?" (End of this chapter)