One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 443 Four Treasures
A man covered in dark blue stood beside a coffin, holding a bottle with blue and white symbol patterns wrapped around it in his hand.

A ball of light emanated from the bottle. Although his face was stiff, there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"This is, this is, the red flame."

He knocked his head with his hand. The idea that had just come to his mind was completely guided by the talisman fire in the bottle. He recalled his past, which was just like a flood, a vast expanse of water, but also blocked everywhere, and it was unclear.

He only remembered that his Taoist name was Si Zang Zhenren, and the first thought that came to his mind when he woke up was that he was finally alive.

This was his most persistent thought before he performed the ritual, that he must come back from the deep darkness.

But many other memories seem to be blocked, as if the memories are there but I can’t remember them.

The bottle was a magic weapon he had refined back then, called the Blue and White Treasure Bottle, and he placed it in the coffin. This Blue and White Treasure Bottle can not only store people and things, but also other people's magic weapons and spells, and is even more powerful against flying swords.

Apart from this, there are no other magic weapons. It cost a lot to refine such a magic weapon in the past. Later, in order to set up a forbidden formation here, he used up all the treasures in the treasure bag and finally set up this forbidden formation.

And now as he looked at the talisman fire stored in the bottle, the memories in his sea of consciousness seemed to be burned open by the flames, and some memories seeped out like water from a dam.

At this moment, the spiritual soldiers entered the tomb, passed through the soil, and entered the space inside the tomb in just a moment. Then they saw a man wearing a crown, but with a green face like a zombie. The crown on the other person had become dark, the robes on his body had been torn, and the exposed skin had ulcers. Some granulations grew in the ulcerated places, which looked like tiny roots, or like hair, and upon closer inspection, they were actually moving.

And this Si Zang Zhenren immediately turned his head back, he smelled the scent of incense, and a feeling of hunger surged in his heart.

He was overjoyed, and some memories revived in his mind. He remembered that in the past, he loved to eat spirits the most, and he went everywhere looking for incense gods to eat. However, he ate too much, which caused his soul to be impure. So when he focused on transforming into a baby, he had too many messy thoughts, and as a result, he was unable to transform into a baby for a long time.

So he set up a forbidden spell and buried himself in this underground cave. In this way, he could make his consciousness infinitely closer to peace.

At that time, his mind was no longer at peace. Only by pretending to be dead could he calm his mind. As a result, the other consciousnesses attached to his mind also died, and he himself was fighting for a chance of waking up.

Therefore, in that era, there was a consensus that it was easy to eat spirits and living souls, but it was easy to cause problems. There would always be a trace of people's consciousness remaining in the living souls. One or two was nothing, but as long as too much was eaten, it would become ash on the body, seeping into one's own soul and could not be washed away.

Therefore, it is best used for refining weapons, or for worshiping some evil gods.

Among them, refining banners and raising evil spirits are the best.

However, the memories of eating spirits over the years still made him feel the urge to eat spirits at this moment.

However, although these incense gods are also a kind of "spirits", they are the least delicious. But they are top-grade when used to worship evil spirits or to refine magical instruments.

In those days, there were too many people who used various spirits and incense to offer sacrifices to the banners, so many great cultivators confined a place to raise people and collect incense. Some even raised evil ghosts and evil spirits, and then used incense as sacrifices to sublimate them into evil gods, and finally refined them into the banners, making them into a powerful magic weapon.

There are many disadvantages of eating spirits, but he can't remember them clearly. So he saw so many spirits carrying incense entering the tomb, and saw each spirit with different rays of light on their bodies, colorful and colourful. He pursed his lips, and boundless suction power surged, especially for these spirits.

The void was shaking, just like the water in a bowl being sucked out of the ripples, and the twisted ripples rushed towards his mouth.

The void sucked in air with a 'tsk tsk' sound.

The gods at the back, because the suction force was smaller, felt something was wrong and tried to get out one by one.

Originally a group of ghost soldiers rushed into the tomb, but after a while they fled back.

Outside, Mao Xiaoshan, Han Erniang and Han Sanniang all opened their mouths in surprise. Although Mao Xiaoshan did not think that the evil corpse in the tomb could be easily captured like Han Er and Han Sanniang, he felt that the evil corpse in the tomb could be suppressed after seeing the powerful army of gods.

However, after just a moment, he saw this group of ghost soldiers escaping, and he was naturally surprised.

After some of the ghost soldiers escaped, there was a dull roar behind them. The three people were instantly dazed and dizzy after hearing the sound. For a moment, they could not even escape and could not cast any spells.

Mao Xiaoshan could only try his best to focus his mind and control his body as soon as possible.

His eyes also saw that the ghost soldiers who had already escaped were dispersed like phantoms in this roar. Madam Han Er even saw the spirit body of her own ancestor, like a shadow in the water, which was shattered without making any sound.

They wanted to escape, but they couldn't move their feet, and they regretted following him.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the ground. This hand was blue-black. It stretched out its hand and scratched the ground, and a whole person jumped out. He was blue-black, like a zombie. The robe he wore had rotted, but the crown on his head was still intact. However, there was a heavy and evil aura gathering around him.

He stared at the three people with his gloomy eyes that seemed to be filled with dead energy. At that moment, the three people seemed to turn into mud and solidify.

What I saw quickly became blurred, my eyes became hazy and turned earthy, and my skin quickly turned to mud.

He had been sleeping in this cave for many years, and his foundation in Taoism had further improved. Standing on this land, he was like a fish in water. Moreover, he was now in the Nascent Soul stage, and a glance from him was enough to turn a person into dust.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the ground beneath him fluctuate. In a blink of an eye, half of the control of the ground was taken away. A strong sense of danger came from behind him. He turned around immediately. The three people were no longer under his gaze. They recovered a little, but were still unable to move.

The moment he turned around, he saw that there was a person behind him, a person wearing a khaki robe and with a khaki face.

The other party's aura was like a mountain, towering and suppressing one side.

(End of this chapter)