Ninth-level fairy

Chang Qingzi's expression was extremely serious:

"He is the master of this Spiritual Abyss, Emperor Qiu, the last human emperor of the prehistoric world. And the spirits in the bottles are all the souls of powerful cultivators in their lifetime, captured and imprisoned in the bottles!"

Du Fang fell silent. Needless to say, the evil spirits in these bottles were used to deal with the cultivators who entered the tomb.

But I am an immortal spirit, and these evil spirits cannot get close to me at all.

Even one's own blood can cause devastating damage to these powerful evil spirits.

Was this something that the Human Emperor named Diqiu deliberately set up before his death?

Chang Qingzi had already expressed his conjecture. He looked at Du Fang with an endless bitterness on his face:

"The fact that your body is free from the contamination of evil spirits is the path the Human Emperor has left for you. And why are we cultivators being attacked by these ghosts? What does this mean?"

"There is a great secret in this divine tomb. Only you can know it, and no one else can know it. In fact, anyone who knows this secret will never be able to leave this tomb alive."

What kind of secret is that is worthy of a great Taoist master from the ancient times to use his entire life's magic power to build a divine tomb to protect it?

Du Fang couldn't figure it out, and Chang Qingzi couldn't figure it out either.

This happened tens of thousands of years ago. After so many years of erosion, who still remembers this big secret in the tomb? I think that more than a hundred years ago, the top cultivators from the nine divine states came here just for this secret.

And none of them got out alive.

Du Fang was already feeling a strong curiosity.

He held Li Qingshuang in his arms. These evil spirits would not approach him, and he could not hurt the woman in his arms.

At this time, countless evil spirits surrounded them densely, constantly opening their sharp mouths, and their white teeth flashed a strange light in the darkness.

The three of them looked up at the sky together.

Where they fell was a piece of light blue sky.

The six iron chains were engraved with strange ancient runes that were completely incomprehensible. The coffin under his feet had completely decayed and had fallen during the fight just now.

What is buried in this coffin? Judging from those runes, it is definitely a ferocious creature with great magical power.

However, these have all decayed with the passage of time.

It turned into mud and fell into the abyss.

Du Fang looked down again, and there was nothing but darkness, darkness that was impossible to see through.

This seems to be a dead end, with no other way out.

He finally looked at the ancestor Chang Qingzi:

"Grandmaster, you are a powerful swordsman of the eighth realm. Can you control your sword in this abyss?"

Chang Qingzi rolled his eyes. "Do you think you can bring magical weapons into this tomb? I tried it before you woke up. My sword skills have been reduced by 70% to 80%. It's hard to deal with these evil spirits!"

Seeing Du Fang still puzzled, Chang Qingzi sneered: "Here, there are the rules of the great Dao suppressing us. It's different from the outside. No magic weapon can fly. Now, I finally understand why those great cultivators of the Ninth Realm back then couldn't leave after entering. The fragments of the rules here have basically reduced them to mortals!"

He sighed deeply, "He is indeed the last emperor of the prehistoric world. With such generosity and great magical power, he was able to arrange such a divine tomb after his death."

There was already a hint of despair on Chang Qingzi's face.

They could neither go up nor dare to go down. Below was the darkness of the abyss, which was completely invisible to the naked eye. Just by looking at the cliff, they could think of the powerful ghosts below.

The three of them were completely trapped in the chains.

This has really become a dead end.

However, a more terrifying scene began to appear.

Even Chang Qingzi's expression began to change, and fear appeared on his face. Countless evil spirits huddled together around them began to scream in pain.

Amidst the scream, the body suddenly began to merge.

"Sure enough, there's a backup plan! I knew this damn Human Emperor wouldn't let us go!"

"What is this?"

Looking at the vast, almost boundless white ghost, Du Fang cried out:

"This is the evil spirit, a divine object on the same level as the sword spirit!"

Chang Qingzi tried to stab it with the sword in his hand, however, the sword light passed through the bluish-white body, which was completely different from the previous way of killing the evil spirit.

The sword energy and sword light hit his body but there was no reaction at all.

And this evil spirit was still absorbing and growing stronger. Chang Qingzi's originally calm expression finally became a little flustered.

‘It’s over! ’

"Today, the three of us have to explain ourselves here!"

Du Fang finally understood what the evil spirit was. Those countless evil spirits gathered into a monster that was almost three meters tall and had three heads and six arms.

In his hand was a huge blue-white axe of the same color as it.

The axe took up almost half the space. Staring at the horrified blue blade, the evil spirit suddenly raised its head and roared, then chopped down the huge blue-white axe where they stood.

The harsh sound of metal hitting each other was heard. This sharp blade made of gas and spirit was as tangible and substantial as a divine weapon.

Seeing another axe coming down, Li Qingshuang suddenly took out something and threw it up to meet the sharp blade of the giant axe.

A golden light flashed, and the thing actually passed through the axe blade and fell directly into the darkness.

"What did you throw just now?" Du Fang asked.

"Lingxiao's jade token, I didn't bring anything else!"

Chang Qingzi sighed, "Ordinary weapons and magical tools are completely useless against these things. These are ghosts left over from the ancient times. They are much stronger than the evil outside. We can't stop them at all."

"Jump!" Chang Qingzi gritted his teeth and pulled the chain, dodging left and right.

Then he said:

"There's something down there!"

At the moment it fell in the jade-colored light, Du Fang and he both saw that it was a heavy copper coffin, with a purple-copper body, floating in the darkness.

The evil spirit kept roaring, and the iron chain was supported by runes and could not be cut at all. However, there were several times when it almost cut the three people in half with a single axe.

They couldn't wield their swords here, and there was no leverage, so they were completely like fish on the chopping board.

‘Gamble! ’

Du Fang gritted his teeth, swung the sharp blade, and flipped Li Qingshuang's body upwards while holding her, then immediately let go.

His whole body fell down and fell into darkness.

At the same time, a red light suddenly emerged from Chang Qingzi's hand and wrapped around Du Fang's ankle.

The three of them, two in front and one behind, fell into darkness together.

The air in the darkness was very thick. When their bodies fell, the resistance was so great that their bodies almost felt like fallen leaves. They began to float and sway, swaying in the air, and gradually fell downwards.

"there!"

Chang Qingzi pulled Du Fang's body and suddenly pointed forward.

The three of them were stunned at the same time:

An antique red coffin, like a boat, broke through the wind blades in the air and came towards them.

On the top of the coffin, a bit of jade-like luster was shining.

Li Qingshuang had sharp eyes and immediately recognized that the Lingxiao Jade Plate she had just thrown had landed on the coffin lid.

The red coffins are magical, like the ships at anchor, they stay where they fall.

With a loud thud, the three of them fell onto the coffin lid at the same time.