C96 Reunites of Old Friends

Loong Beichuan suddenly turned around and grabbed Lu Changkong's hair bun. He lifted Lu Changkong in front of him and said sternly: "Speak! What is going on?"

"How funny!" Lu Changkong laughed. "You don't even know whose ancestor is buried in the tomb?"

"Bastard!" Loong Beichuan continuously slapped Lu Changkong a few times and said in a deep voice, "Enter the tomb. "

"General, which tomb should we improve?"

"Of course we should enter the tomb of the old ancestor. Regardless of whether the other three tombs are real or fake, without the permission of the descendants of the three kings, we can't enter as we wish. "

Loong Beichuan divided the troops into three groups, personally leading fifty experts as the vanguard, leaving a hundred people to guard the tomb door. The rest of the troops were guarding Loong Wantonh in the middle, slowly walking towards the tomb.

The group walked for nearly a hundred miles, and the winding path seemed to have no end as it endlessly extended into the ground. Lu Changkong could not help but carefully look at the dark yellow, weird, and rugged tomb. "This is the tomb road to transport the buried goods? We have walked for a hundred miles and still have not reached the end. They are opening the stars as the tomb? What a great effort! It seems this King of Eastern Qi must be the founding achievement of Imperial Court, or some other famous figure! "

Just as he was thinking, the dark yellow light in the tomb suddenly changed. It turned into a ghastly, terrifying dark green. The mournful ghost cries were like vines that clung to the walls of the cave, but also seemed to extend into the shadows of the tomb. It came from the foot of the Dragon Army's head. Even someone as strong as Long Baichuan felt that the miserable and miserable ghost cries were like a cold ghost claw that mercilessly tore apart his chest. It stabbed into his body and tightly gripped his heart. Every time a ghost cry sounded, He felt his heart tremble along with the frequency of the crying. His feet involuntarily turned backwards. . .

"Ha!" Long Baichuan forcefully suppressed the timidity caused by Fear. His angry shout was like thunder that shook all evil, and the ghost cry came to an abrupt stop.

Suddenly, light and shadow moved in the depths of the tomb. Countless ghostly shadows appeared in the tomb. Countless vengeful souls stretched out their pale and sharp claws. They smiled bitterly and tried to probe the life that had intruded into the tomb. In an instant, Long Baichuan seemed to see the dark tomb slowly opening on its own. The black veil of death floated down from the sky, and the soul reaper's carriage silently came from the darkness. . . Unrestrained fear attacked him.

In extreme fear, one's spirit would either collapse and turn into a madman, or they would desperately run to the safest place he thought was the safest. Only a very few people who had experienced life and death trials would launch a ruthless attack to quell extreme fear. Loong Beichuan was such a person!

"Kill!" Loong Beichuan roared furiously. Both of his hands produced two heavenly blades. The blades moved in a cross shape, and the force intertwined. The two Stellar Energies collided hundreds and thousands of times, turning into a thousand saber waves. As it flew toward the bottom of the tomb, the air seemed to boil all of a sudden. They howled and surged in all directions. A burst of muffled thunderstorms sounded out as the sand and stones that filled the sky crazily swept out.

Long Baichuan's' Heavenly Blade Cloud Sweeping 'had finally forced out the figure hiding under the tomb. Their appearance made the Dragon Army suck in a breath of cold air. The dozen or so people who flew out did not seem to be human. Who had ever seen their bodies twist and turn, arms folded behind their backs? Their ribs were exposed to their chest, and blood was still flowing out of their seven apertures. A self-cultivator who could control a flying sword to charge at him.

"Undead Immortal!"

The Dragon Army was slightly distracted. The Undead Immortal had already gained the upper hand. More than a dozen flying swords with pale green sword radiance flew over and brushed past the Dragon Army's throat, causing dazzling blood to splatter out. The sword turned into a red and green light beam that caught the falling body of the Undead Immortal and floated in the air once again.

Long Baichuan once again transformed into a heavenly blade in a fit of fury. As the blade was raised, he suddenly felt a gloomy coldness coming from his back. Turning his head, he could not help but turn pale with fright when he saw the dozen or so Dragon Army disciples who had fallen to the ground after being struck by the sword. They stood up straight, and the blood in their bodies turned into a dark red mist that kept rising. In front of his eyes, they had turned into mummified corpses. He grabbed the sword and sword in an unorganized manner, but it looked at him at an incredible speed and speed.

Long Baichuan took a step back, and the blade fell from the tip of his nose. The rest of the Dragon Army spread out their formation and fought with the Corpse Immortals who had entered the battlefield in the past. In the depths of the tomb, there was a ghastly curse that sounded like a curse. Countless strange images of the Undead Immortals filled the Dragon Army's pupils. They were flying in all directions, and they were filled with sword and palm shadows. They were like thousands of ghastly pale faces that were grinning hideously, and thousands of sharp fingers that were stretched out by thousands of vengeful souls. They were constantly trying to rip apart a living body.

As the chaotic battle broke out, Lu Changkong, who no one noticed, suddenly flashed and hid in the middle of the battle. He approached Long Baichuan and stood in the middle of a corpse immortal. Flying sword. The heavenly blade instantly attacked Lu Changkong from both front and back. The blade arrived. The sword came, and the cold light was dazzling. The wind was blowing. Lu Changkong suddenly turned his body sideways, and the Heavenly Knife Flying Sword hit a spot on his shoulder. The two cold lights were like the intertwining of stars and moons, dancing and weaving. Lu Changkong also fell to the ground.

After a moment, Lu Changkong turned into a zombie with red hair and copper skin. He opened his mouth and bit at Long Baichuan's calf. Long Baichuan was in pain. He kicked Lu Changkong and sent him flying fifteen meters away. After crushing a corpse immortal that pounced on him, he crashed into the tomb path and bounced back to the ground, no longer making any sound.

"Bastard!" Long Baichuan untied the 'Golden Chrysanthemum Dragon Binding Rope' on Lu Changkong's corpse and kicked the corpse away. Then, he threw himself at the corpse immortal again. Lu Changkong's corpse slowly sank into the ground after he left.

Lu Changkong, who had transformed into a zombie and tried to save himself, moved several miles towards the bottom of the tomb. Suddenly, he felt that the corpse energy fluctuation on his body had intensified. An extremely overbearing force called for him to float towards the ground. Lu Changkong felt his mind become chaotic and he couldn't help but jump out of the ground.

He saw the old man on the ground, who was wearing a long black robe, a tall hat, and holding a white bone cane. After he shot out a white halo at himself, the short cane in his hand kept waving outside the tomb, and he was shouting something.

When the halo touched Lu Changkong's head, he could not help but take a step forward. He actually understood what the old man was shouting about. Undead warriors, charge forward and tear apart the enemies in front of you. Charge!"

Lu Changkong stared blankly at the halo disappearing above his head, but his feet did not move at all. The old man was stunned for a moment, and his short staff drew an arc in the air, once again shooting out an orange halo.

"F * ck!" Lu Changkong angrily raised both his hands, and ten sword Qis flew out from his hands. The old man's right hand suddenly turned into a white bone shield, and just as it protected his entire body, the sword Qis had already arrived. In the blink of an eye, a buzzing sound was heard from the tomb. It sounded like two divine weapons had collided. The monstrous sword energies returned to dead silence in the dazzling flying bone fragments.

Before Lu Changkong could use his second sword attack, he suddenly felt his legs tighten. When he looked down, two pale hands had grabbed his ankles at some point, and a strong force pressed down on his head. Lu Changkong saved himself when he was in danger. He raised both his palms and collided with the thing pressing down on his head. Suddenly, the back of his head was hit violently and he fainted on the ground.

After an unknown period of time, Lu Changkong vaguely felt that colorful lights and shadows kept flashing in front of him. It was as if there was some kind of force persisting, but it could not do anything to force him to submit to someone.

"It doesn't make sense! I used all my summoning spells, seduction spells, and even my soul contract. Why can't I communicate with him?" This voice belonged to the old man Lu Changkong had met before.

A gentle and gloating female voice spoke. "This can only mean that he is either a human or a zombie that is about to ascend to the Demon Realm. I think the former possibility is quite big. If it is the latter, even if you use your full strength, you might not be able to capture him. "

"Impossible!" The old man was flustered and exasperated: "He's a zombie, a zombie, I'm sure of it! It's just that he's a strange zombie "

"That's good! How about we make a bet? If he's not a zombie, you can cancel our soul contract "

" This. . . "The old man hesitated.

The girl had already mocked him: " The self-proclaimed wise and mighty, omnipotent archmage, did you lose confidence in yourself?"

The old man angrily said: "Fine, I'll bet with you. I'll wake him up now and ask him clearly"

Lu Changkong knew he couldn't continue pretending. That old man would definitely use all means to wake him up, so he opened his eyes on his own accord. When he saw the old man walking up, he could not help but blurt out, "Mai Laopi!"

The person who captured Lu Changkong was Mai Laopi, who had been taking care of Lu Changkong at the Immortal Gathering Pier for many days and had been taken in as a servant by Lu Changkong. Just like how Lu Changkong did not recognize Mai Laopi, who was dressed in strange clothes, he also did not recognize Lu Changkong, who had transformed into a zombie.

Mai Laopi took a step back and said in surprise: "You recognize me?"

"Okay! I won!" The person who clapped and laughed was a young girl in red who was about seventeen or eighteen years old. Her excited face was flushed red. Her eyebrows were like a painting, and her beautiful eyes were glowing. She was so beautiful that it made people hold their breaths. Her jet black hair was combed into the hair of a girl in her room, and the strand of hair hanging down from her forehead was emerald green and sparkling. It was like a jade carving. Her every frown and smile was even more enchanting to the bone.

Mai Laopi shouted, "Nonsense, who said he wasn't a zombie? Maybe it was my master-servant contract that made him look like me. "

"Hmph!" The girl snorted and said, "I don't call you master, but Mai Laopi. Your master-servant contract is very good. Go and ask the zombie who is also your servant and friend. Who is he?"

Mai Laopi was stunned and said, "Tell me your name!"

"Lu Changkong!" As he spoke, he slowly returned to his original appearance.

"You. . . Young Master Lu. . . How could it be you. . . How did you become a zombie, and how did you return to your current appearance?" Mai Laopi grabbed his hair and spun around a few times. He said with hope in his heart, "You are a zombie monster that cultivated into a human, right?"

"I am a human, but I can transform into a zombie!" Lu Changkong's answer disappointed him. He could not help but undo the restriction on Lu Changkong's body.

Looking at the proud little girl, Mai Laopi suddenly smiled. He raised his hand and struck a ball of light into Lu Changkong's chest.

"You are cheating!" The girl was so angry that she jumped up and shouted. "You are not trustworthy. You clearly said that if I win, I will break the spiritual contract and let me go!"

"I didn't go back on my word!" Mai Laopi laughed shamelessly. "I have indeed canceled the Heart Contract. However, I added a master-servant contract to you and transferred the contract to him. You can't say that I didn't fulfill the contract. "

" You. . . "The girl was so angry that tears fell down her face.

Lu Changkong could not bear to see it and said in a low voice: "How about I help you break the soul contract?"

"Really?" The girl broke her tears into a smile, "Even so, he still needs to learn magic!" Mai Laopi poured a bucket of cold water on her mercilessly.

The girl knew that she could not afford to offend either of these two people. She could only pout and sit to the side.

"Magic?" Lu Changkong said, "Laopi, did you just say magic?"

"Yes!" Mai Laopi said proudly,, "I came from another world, a world that Huaxia cultivators know but have never been to - a different world. Of course, the Other World is what you Huaxia people call my homeland. We call it the Magic Continent or the God Continent. I am the Death Magic God Mai Dan of the continent. "

Seeing that Lu Changkong did not understand, Mai Dan simply took out a magic map. With both hands lightly caressing it, the sheepskin scroll unfolded a 3D star map. She saw an "f * ck" shaped galaxy dividing the map into three areas. Mai Laopi pointed to one of them and said, "This galaxy is the boundary. On the left side is the Celestial Domain of Huaxia where we are now. This is the world of self-cultivators. It is ruled by your Imperial Court. The opposite of Huaxia is the Continent of Gods. "

Lu Changkong followed his finger and saw a huge piece of land that was completely different from the land covered in stars in Huaxia. Mai Laopi pressed it under his finger. "Why is there only one continent there and no other planets?"

Mai Laopi explained, "This is the arrangement of the gods. The God of Creation allowed many races and experts with different beliefs to gather on this continent. Practicing combat power, magic and alchemy, which are completely different from yours, can be said that we come from two completely different worlds. "

Lu Changkong pointed to the star field below and said, "What about here? What is this place? "

"That's the Defiance Star Region!" Mai Laopi said, "The people who live there never believe in the existence of gods and magic. They only believe in the technology invented by humans and the innate abilities of a few people. All the self-cultivators and mages who appear there will be mercilessly killed. So, we call that place the God Defying Star Field. As for. . . We don't know where China is called. "

"Magic, I've heard of it before. It's basically controlling all kinds of elements in the world. " Lu Changkong took out his memory of magic from his previous life and said, "It can be said that it's the same as a self-cultivator. I wonder if magic and immortal spells can be merged into one? "

"You're not the first one to think like this. You're not the last. " Mai Laopi smiled bitterly. "A long, long time ago, on the magic continent, There were people who thought of this and even tried it. Do you know what the result is? "

Seeing Lu Changkong shake his head, Mai Laopi took the opportunity to blackmail him. "I'll tell you if you exchange a table full of fine wine. "

Lu Changkong smiled and said, "It's a deal!"

Mai Laopi swallowed his saliva and said, "The ultimate goal of an immortal cultivator is to ascend to immortality and live with the heaven and earth. The ultimate goal of a cultivator who cultivates magic and combat power is to become a god. From then on, they will not die or be destroyed. However, the Creation God seemed to have made some sort of restriction when creating things. The people on the Magic Continent practiced immortal arts. No matter how hard they tried, they could not break through the core and form a baby. However, when cultivators in Huaxia practiced magic, they would never be able to cultivate divine sparks. Simply put, When we cultivate each other's things, we won't be able to reach our ultimate goal. "

Mai Laopi seemed to have thought of something terrifying and ridiculous. He said with a strange expression, "There was once a genius mage who tried to cultivate an immortal art, but he managed to refine an inner core that was. . . A few times bigger than my head. In the end, he was bloated to death. His Inner Core was still in the Holy Church's display room, used to warn those young and curious mages. Don't try anything pointless. "

After Lu Changkong heard it, he whispered to himself, "Is there really no one who can combine two things into one?"

"Maybe someone did it!" Mai Laopi said, "I mean, maybe. This time, I took the risk to sneak into China to find evidence that someone can fuse magic and immortal spells. Hehe. . . People from the magic continent who secretly sneaked into China or China would be sentenced to death. I don't think Young Master Lu will betray me, right?"

Lu Changkong smiled and said, "How can that be? You and I have been together for a long time. Don't you understand my temper? "

"He won't, I will!" The little girl said fiercely.