Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 60: The Japanese army set out to take over the coffin of King Zhao!

Mysterious underground base.

Dark space.

The coffin is not alone.

Why not be alone.

The coffin was surrounded by mummies, as if it had been exposed to the sun for three to five years in a 40-degree Celsius temperature.

There is not a trace of moisture, and it is even a little crispy when dry.

It seems that if a strong wind blows, these mummies will turn into wind and sand and fly away.

The coffin is in the center of the bloody formation.

The blood-colored formation circulates according to the circulation of yin and yang.

Wisps of heavy Qi were suspended around the coffin.

This is a suppression formation.

But the effect is getting smaller and smaller.

"Swiss, swish -"

The talisman on the coffin shook violently.

An Onmyoji trembled: "Here we go again."

This coffin has become more and more evil these days.

Anyone who comes within ten meters of the coffin will have their blood uncontrollably sucked out of their pores.

It's like a black hole that can swallow up any living thing that comes close.

And the blood that was extracted was condensing above the coffin.

A blood-colored ball of mist kept circling.

Now, all the Yin-Yang masters at the scene were very quiet. At the beginning, this coffin only needed the blood of the killed gods to be nourished.

As a result, now they have to use living people for support. The key is that ordinary people are not enough. They need the flesh and blood of the Onmyojis with cultivation.

"Xiaotian, it's your turn."

The red-haired and red-eyed Onmyoji shouted indifferently.

Xiao Tian, ​​who was standing outside the suppression formation, shuddered, slowly stood up, and then suddenly ran outside:

"No, no, no, I don't want to die!"

His shikigami jumped out of his body, and it was a female ghost.

The female ghost glanced at the coffin in horror, then Yu Feng Hua Xuan took Xiao Tian away quickly.

The redhead's eyes darkened.

He stretched out his hand, and a ghost hand appeared in front of Oda and shook it towards him fiercely.

Oda roared, "Akasaka, all your fellow disciples are dead, why don't you go and die first?"

Akasaka's eyes became more sinister: "When I want to die, I will die naturally."

The ghost hand was incredibly powerful. It grabbed Oda and his shikigami and threw them into the suppression formation.

Under the horrified and miserable gaze of the crowd, Oda's body suddenly twisted.

He seemed to be half sucked by a vacuum cleaner, his whole body bulged forward, and then suddenly reached a certain extreme point, and blood spurted out of his body with a "bang".

In just a moment, the blood left the body and was completely absorbed by the coffin.

The small field became shriveled.

But it’s far from over.

Everyone couldn't bear to watch any longer.

The next second, there was another "bang", and the liquid in Xiaotian's flesh and bones seemed to be sucked out, leaving only a piece of skin on the whole person, without even many bones.

The small field fell lightly to the ground like a dead leaf in autumn.

His flesh and blood turned into streams of light and merged into the blood mist above the coffin.

Although it's scary, it works very quickly.

The coffin absorbed the flesh and blood, just like a demon accepting tribute from mortals and no longer causing trouble.

The talisman on it instantly became quiet. Akasaka closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

What a fucking bastard.

This is the devil!

A few days ago, the coffin was rioting. Someone stepped forward, and the coffin devoured the flesh and blood, and then it stopped rioting. After a few times, everyone discovered a pattern: as long as the coffin rioted, it needed flesh and blood to eat.

Now they have been trained to become loyal slaves of the coffin.

As long as the coffin riots, they will offer flesh and blood to the coffin.

They have always wanted to pull the coffin and explode, but now that King Zhao has woken up, how should they face it?

Everything is not ready yet.

The coffin was aware of this and was deliberately adjusted.

He succeeded.

Akasaka lowered his head, red light flowing in his red eyes.

This is the evil spirit, who keeps taking until they give away everything.

If this continues, the Japanese Onmyoji lineage will be destroyed.

What he didn't know was that a divine consciousness was watching them.

However, the resistance was growing stronger and stronger, and Akasaka's emotions might be reaching a peak when using tricks like this.

These Onmyojis also placed some seals around the coffin.

But compared with the seal in the coffin, these seals are like paper and can be broken with just a raise of the hand.

The seal had been planned for a thousand years, but only six hundred years had passed.

There are nearly four hundred years of seal left. Most people would be helpless when faced with such shackles. Only the original body in the coffin can solve it by himself.

The seal of the Six Tomb Guards was deliberately done by King Zhao.

These six people exist to protect him, so the seal naturally cannot be too strong.

Otherwise, if he was killed and these six people were still staying safely in the coffin, wouldn't that be a rebellion against Tian Gang?

Akasaka's mind was torn between thoughts, and his head felt a little swollen.

Two voices appeared in his head alternately, and he felt like he was going crazy.

At this time, an old man walked in.

Looking at the blood balls on the coffin, the thick blood mist, and the dried corpse next to it.

The old man was silent.

Akasaka sensed something, but did not turn around: "Teacher, this matter is no longer something we can solve."

The old man said nothing.

"The six tomb guards have already landed on the island. Things are out of control!" Akasaka's voice became heavier.

"For this coffin, almost all my fellow disciples have died!"

Akasaka stood up suddenly, glaring.

The old man sighed and said, "It has come to this point. There is no way to stop it."

A snowball the size of a knuckle rolls down from the top of a snowy mountain. When it rolls to the bottom of the mountain, it will become a huge snowball that dozens of people cannot hold.

But the snowball will not be satisfied. It will keep rolling forward until it hits a rock or mountain that is bigger than itself. Then it will shatter into pieces, and only then will all this stop.

This snowball is desire.

Desire kept them moving forward, and at this moment they had no control over their will to stop.

Akasaka laughed miserably, his body shaking.

He was no longer able to speak.

I can’t stop. I really can’t stop.

The old man stepped forward and patted Akasaka on the shoulder: "You have been tired these days, take a rest."

Akasaka actually ended his crazy state. His body went limp and he fell into the old man's arms.

"You all retreat as well, the army will take over here next!"

Dividing line.
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