The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 122: The Meaty Evil Settles Down, and the Corpse Rises from the Tomb of King Xian (asking for monthly tickets)
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The two treasures were taken out of the jade coffin, dripping with a lot of bloody liquid.

A golden mask and a dragon-tiger scepter, both worn by priests during the ceremony.

This golden mask is small, unique and oddly shaped. It is more noble than the one held by Wu Wei and the one on the head of Huo's immortal worm.

The strange power emanating from it to control insects and beasts is also even stronger.

The mask is made entirely of real gold, and the eyes, ears, nose and mouth are inlaid with pure blue-white jade.

There are also circles of spiral patterns on it, which look very much like eyeballs.

When Partridge Whistle saw the golden mask, his expression changed immediately, and he asked with wide eyes, "Ghost Eye Curse?"

He took a step forward and stroked the patterns on it carefully, feeling excited.

"After thousands of years, we finally found a clue."

He knelt down with a plop and begged Wu Gong, "Immortal Lord, this thing has a great connection with me. Please give it to me."

When Wu Hui heard this, he could no longer sit still. He snatched back the golden mask and rebuked:
"Partridge Whistle, this is a ritual secret treasure of my lineage of witchcraft priests. What do you mean by this?"

Partridge Whistle was ashamed and his face flushed: "Master Wuwei, this is the hope for my Zagrama clan to break the curse. I will repay you a hundredfold in the future."

"A hundredfold return? Are you kidding?"

Wu Hui refused to accept this offer and held on to his mask tightly, staring at Queqiao Shao as if he was guarding against a thief.

Sun Guofu was also a little annoyed, so he pulled back Partridge Whistle and said, "Alright, this thing belongs to the Wu Hu lineage, don't force it."

Wu Gong just watched this scene quietly, shook his head and said: "Desire makes one lose his mind, Partridge Whistle, you disappoint me."

As he spoke, Wu Gong took the dragon-tiger short staff, examined it, and threw it to Wu Wei.

"This is also a secret treasure of the magic arts. It can command insects and beasts. It is more effective when used with a mask."

Wu Hu was very excited and thanked him, "Thank you, Immortal Venerable. From now on, I will carry forward the art of war and work hard for Pingshan."

Wu Gong looked at the ambition in Wu Hu's eyes and immediately thought of the evil method in the secret volume of witchcraft, and warned:
"The art of witchcraft is an evil way that harms the world and causes endless karma. If your lineage wants to go further, it's best to unite with the lineage of Gu Masters and recompile the practice method, otherwise there is no hope of becoming an immortal."

Wu Hui was stunned for a moment, his expression changing constantly.

After a moment, he made up his mind and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Immortal Venerable. Since the lineage of the Jishu priests has joined Pingshan, we naturally cannot tarnish the name of the holy land. I will definitely revise my practice method when I return."

Wu Gong nodded and said with satisfaction: "Very good, very good. When you have accumulated enough foundation, I can give you a piece of enlightenment tea to help you create a method."

After saying this, Wu Gong turned and left.

At the same place, Wu Hui was holding a golden mask and a dragon-tiger short staff in his arms, smiling from ear to ear.

Partridge Whistle had a sad look on his face, with his eyes closed, deep in thought, no one knew what he was thinking about.

Sun Guofu's eyes were complicated, he patted Partridge Whistle on the shoulder and said:
"Don't worry about it. That is a secret treasure of the magic arts. It has little to do with the curse of your clan. The real highlight is the Zhuchen Pearl."

"I was impatient for a moment." Partridge Whistle said worriedly, "After this incident, I'm afraid the Immortal Venerable is extremely disappointed in me."

Sun Guofu comforted him, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Break into the mausoleum as soon as possible. The Immortal Venerable said he would give you a chance, so he must keep his word. Just do your part."

"Ok, I know."

Partridge Whistle nodded, then came to Wuhui and apologized, "Priest Wuhui, I was reckless before. When this matter is settled, I will come to your house to apologize."

Wu Hu got a great benefit and said nonchalantly: "The next part is the real mausoleum. If you want to break it open within a day, you have to work harder."

Soon, several people came to a large pond according to the instructions in the mausoleum.

This is the water eye where countless waterfalls in the Worm Valley converge, and there are swirling whirlpools everywhere.

The real entrance to King Xian’s Tomb is hidden under that dark vortex.

When everyone saw the whirlpool, their hearts began to beat fast.

Only Partridge Whistle took the rope, tied it around his waist without saying a word, and went into the water.

Sun Guofu warned: "Be careful in everything. If you can't hold your breath, come up. Don't be stubborn."

Partridge Whistle nodded, then jumped down into the water. Wu Hu watched from the side without blinking, and said with emotion: "Partridge Whistle, what a man."

While Partridge Whistle was still looking for the tomb door, Wu Gong had already returned to Lingyun Fairy Palace.

Wu Gong summoned the Kunlun Mirror to check the monsters in the Insect Valley and found a very special monster.

Meat wormwood essence.

If medicinal plants want to become spirits, they have to go through wind, rain, sunlight, insect erosion, constant hardships and extremely difficult times.

Miracle medicine monsters are the smallest and rarest of all monsters.

No matter whether it is a ginseng doll or a Zhima figurine, it is extremely precious in any world.

Wu Gong does not have any such magical medicines or monsters under his command, so this is the time to urgently seek for talented people.

"Let's go and take a look at this rare thing."

As soon as they stepped out of the space gate, Wu Gong and the white ape came to the meat-eating spirit.

I saw it hiding in the vines as thick as a bucket, and its appearance resembled a beautiful woman.

It has all the facial features, a pointed jaw and a thin neck, no hair or eyebrows, its head is lowered and its eyes are closed, it is motionless, and its entire body is emerald green.

This is a rare and precious plant called Sargassum, which is more precious than ginseng.

The flesh is sweet, crisp and refreshing, with an excellent taste, clear juice and a unique fragrance, and it has great medicinal value.

The fleshy worm in front of me has grown into a human shape, and it is difficult to estimate how many years it has been growing.

Wu Gong could feel its rich life energy. He touched it lightly and immediately a light laugh rang out.

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As the cinnamon tree made a shy sound like a woman, the facial features on its human-shaped body also changed and laughed softly.

It has been rooted in the Zhalong Mountain Insect Valley all its life and has never come into contact with outsiders. Even uprooting and moving it seems difficult.

Wu Gong said with emotion: "Only in a place like this where spiritual energy gathers and has not been set foot by humans for thousands of years can a magical medicine like you be born."

Take out the Vajra Ruler and open the door to the small world.

Wu Gong did not hesitate to move this precious medicine and the surrounding three-meter-wide area into the small world.

After gathering abundant spiritual energy for nourishment, the Meat Locust Spirit laughed again.

Wu Gong looked at the lily tree spreading its branches and leaves and smiled:

"The ancient tea tree of enlightenment, the blood bodhi vine, and this fleshy yew tree spirit, when I collect them all in the future, I will be able to fill a fairy garden with them, and drinking tea and discussing the Tao will be a special kind of fun."

Outside, Partridge Whistle went deep into the water eye, survived a near-death experience, and finally opened the tomb of King Xian.

With the hemp rope leading the way, Sun Guofu and others also entered the depths of the mausoleum.

The mausoleum of King Xian is similar to the Lingyun Fairy Palace outside.

There are patterns of flying fairies and auspicious clouds everywhere, but it is gloomy and looks like the underworld.

A pungent smell of decay and dampness wafted in the air, making me want to vomit.

Almost all the people in the group were martial arts masters. They all slowed down their breathing and quickened their pace of exploration.

After a short while, three stone bridges appeared in front of everyone. Under the bridges was turbid yellow water. No one knew how deep it was, and it didn't flow. It looked like the Yellow Springs in the underworld.

Sun Guofu is well versed in the construction of tombs. Seeing everyone's confusion, he explained:
"This is called the Three Life Bridge. Legend has it that after a person dies, they must first cross this bridge to get rid of worldly entanglements before they can be reborn and ascend to heaven."

Partridge Whistle also nodded and said, "This is not the first time I have seen this thing. After the Three Life Bridge, there must be a Three Life Coffin. It is the most dangerous and evil. Everyone be careful."

After hearing this, everyone perked up, fearing that they might capsize in the ditch.

Partridge Whistle took the lead and after crossing the Three Lives Bridge, he saw three huge coffins lying across.

At the same time, inside the three coffins of different styles, a harsh friction sound suddenly came out, as if a monster had sensed a stranger.

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(End of this chapter)