Chapter 958: Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed Coffin

The black-robed old man's cloudy, double pupils, like those of an eagle or falcon, stared at Old Master Gui.

The leader of the Demon Sect remained silent, but his entire body emitted an evil dragon's power, enough to make people's hearts tremble with fear.

Elder Xiong's momentum was slightly weaker, but he was also a late-stage Golden Core demon cultivator with a strong, muscular body, like a bloodthirsty bear demon.

The atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.

Old Master Gui’s scalp was slightly numb. Knowing that the situation was stronger than him and his own life was not entirely his own, he sighed:

"This is an extremely vicious burial method, called the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed in a Coffin."

"Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed in a Coffin?" the black-robed old man said in a low voice.

Old Master Gui nodded, his heart chilled, "As the name suggests, you just kill ten thousand people, seal their corpses into a huge coffin, gather death qi, resentment qi, and underground yin qi in the coffin, and use this coffin to nurture corpses."

"Ten thousand living people, this is not a small number... After these people die, piled together, the resentment qi is terrifyingly strong."

"Therefore, this extremely cruel burial method has already been prohibited in the cultivation world."

"I only heard some old seniors mention it when I was seeking the Dao on Mao Shan, but I have never seen it..."

"Now that the Dao Court is unified and eliminates demons to protect the Dao, even if some big Demon Sects want to kill ten thousand people for burial, it is extremely difficult..."

"Let alone building this tomb in Qian Xue land, where sects are dense and established families inherit the land, under the eyes of the Dao Court Si..."

"It's truly a bit... unbelievable..."

Old Master Gui’s voice trembled.

The black-robed old man frowned.

Regarding tomb burial and yin residences, although he was from a demon cultivator background, he wasn't too proficient.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have specially hired this Old Master Gui, who had the Mao Shan inheritance, with a large amount of gold to come to this solitary mountain tomb.

"The result of nurturing with the Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed Coffin Tomb is that single... 'Corpse Qi' birthed flesh corpse image?" the black-robed old man asked.

Old Master Gui’s face turned pale, and he shook his head: "Ten Thousand Corpses Sealed Coffin, the key point is this 'seal' character."

The black-robed old man understood immediately upon hearing this, his gaze focused, and he said:

"Your meaning is... the Ten Thousand Corpses Copper Coffin is actually a 'seal'? The huge flesh corpse image is just a 'guard' guarding the seal?"

Old Master Gui nodded, his face ashen, and said:

"This is a killing trap. That bright yellow copper coffin is a fake coffin, used to nurture ten thousand corpses."

"Ten thousand corpses guarding a fake coffin, even if more Golden Core cultivators come, they will almost certainly die."

"And where there is a fake coffin, there must be a true coffin."

"The fake coffin is the seal of the true coffin, its purpose is to seal everything and prevent others from knowing."

"This fake coffin is built so grand and huge, killing countless people, so the true coffin must be even more terrifying."

"Moreover, this is still within the borders of Qian Xue state, a true 'deceiving heaven' trap. This kind of truly grand scale, grand undertaking, is fundamentally not something general cultivators can set up."

"And once this tomb trap is set up, what is sealed must be a heaven-shattering secret, and what is buried inside the true coffin is definitely something even more terrifying..."

The more Old Master Gui thought, the more he felt a bone-chilling fear.

Just the bright yellow copper coffin on the surface had nurtured such a terrifying ten-thousand-corpse magic image.

Then what great terror was truly buried in this tomb?

This was fundamentally not a situation that an ordinary Golden Core like him could enter.

But just as Old Master Gui finished speaking, the black-robed old man's eyes revealed a sharp light, "You said there is still a true tomb? Quick, lead us there."

"Senior..." Old Master Gui frowned.

"Unseal the fake coffin and lead us to the true tomb," the black-robed old man said, allowing no refusal.

Then his gaze sharpened, "You are a direct descendant of Mao Shan, you walk through dark points, don't tell this old man that you cannot unseal a seal."

Old Master Gui remained silent.

The black-robed old man's gaze became more and more dangerous.

Old Master Gui knew he had no choice, so he only sighed and said: "Alright."

The black-robed old man's expression eased slightly, "Old Master Gui, rest assured, we keep our word. After the matter is done, we will split the inheritance treasures inside the tomb five-five."

Old Master Gui smiled bitterly, "Why does the old senior need to deceive me now? I only seek to leave alive, I seek nothing else."

After speaking, Old Master Gui then led the way, "Everyone, follow me."

Thus, the group of people returned to the depths of the underground palace.

In front was still a deep pit, and within the deep pit, a huge, magnificent bright yellow copper coffin was placed.

All around, there were residual corpses everywhere, blood and flesh blurred.

Shen Qingsheng had never seen such a bloody scene before. He immediately covered his mouth and nose, unable to stop dry vomiting.

But no one paid attention to him.

The black-robed old man looked around, thought for a moment, and asked Old Master Gui: "The entrance to the true coffin is just under this copper coffin?"

"Yes." Old Master Gui nodded, "This copper coffin is actually a seal, sealing the true tomb."

"How to solve this seal?"

"It requires some secret methods of my Mao Shan Dao."

"Then I will trouble Old Master Gui," the black-robed old man said indifferently.

Old Master Gui’s face was solemn as he walked towards the huge bright yellow copper coffin.

He took out a copper coin sword, three candle stands, some blood ink, as well as mysterious Dao text talisman arrays, yellow jade ancient talismans, and a series of magic tools from Mao Shan Dao techniques.

It seemed that Old Master Gui had indeed taken out all his old assets.

In front of the black-robed old man, he dared not be perfunctory in the slightest.

Mo Hua was also secretly watching.

His heart was also very interested in "Mao Shan Dao Techniques."

According to his observation of Old Master Gui, the Mao Shan inheritance should be a comprehensive cultivation Dao inheritance specifically targeting corpse ghosts, involving a series of specific gongfa, daofa, fulu, arrays, magic tools, and special secret methods, etc...

Mo Hua saw all of this, remembered it in his heart.

Even if he couldn't fully understand it now, at least it broadened his horizons and increased his knowledge.

Cultivation Dao is not just about fighting and killing.

Horizon and experience are also a form of a cultivator's strength.

Mo Hua thus stared at Old Master Gui setting up the altar and method, watching him activate the Dao text seal array, the yellow jade ancient talisman, as well as stepping the Eight Trigrams step, displaying a series of solemn secret methods.

These secret methods might really be useful.

But Mo Hua guessed that a part of the "ceremony" among them was actually redundant, used to cover up and prevent the true inheritance from being stolen by others.

Just like people like Mo Hua.

Moreover, the Mao Shan process was quite well-defended.

At least for Mo Hua, besides the array part, he found all the other Mao Shan Dao techniques somewhat unclear.

But it must be said that Old Master Gui's Mao Shan Dao techniques were really useful.

As he proceeded with the unsealing Dao techniques, a certain qi machine near the copper coffin was indeed being pulled by Old Master Gui.

The surrounding death qi and yin qi were also gradually being cleansed.

Some causes and effects were detaching and thoroughly decomposing...

Mo Hua could almost see with his naked eye a thin layer of mist slowly dissipating, and a pitch-black blood-colored cause-and-effect aura filling the surroundings.

Just like opening a gate to purgatory in the human world.

The ground began to shake slowly, and the rubble cracked jaggedly.

The huge bright yellow copper coffin began to melt, and golden copper liquid flowed onto the ground, outlining a huge inscription.

Then the inscription shattered, and the ground collapsed.

Under the melted copper coffin, a huge, pitch-black pit mouth was revealed.

This huge copper coffin was just like a "door lock".

Now the door lock was melted off, and the gate to a deeper tomb was just opened...

Looking at this grand and mysterious Mao Shan Dao law, as well as the gloomy, pitch-black pit mouth that exuded a piercing yin cold, like the land of the Nine Nether, Mo Hua slightly gasped.

"The earth gate leading to the tomb is open," Old Master Gui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, breathed a long sigh of relief, and cupped his hands to the black-robed old man.

"Thank you," the black-robed old man operated his double eyes and looked towards the gloomy pit mouth.

And just as the black-robed old man turned his head, Old Master Gui quickly pinched a jade talisman and stuck it on his forehead.

The jade talisman shattered, a light flashed, and Old Master Gui's entire figure disappeared.

The black-robed old man was startled, then immediately flicked his sleeve, shooting out a blood-colored bone needle, which stabbed towards an empty space several zhang away.

The bone needle broke through the air and pierced a vague figure.

This figure swayed and fell to the ground.

But the black-robed old man frowned, "Mao Shan Substitute Escape Talisman?"

As soon as the words fell, the figure that was hit by the bone needle and fell to the ground revealed its original form – it was a wooden person made of Yi Wood.

"Fake? Puppet?"

Mo Hua was slightly stunned, then his heart suddenly felt a little cold, and he looked up to see a large hand appearing in front of him.

This large hand was entwined with earth qi, reaching out to grab him.

"Old Master Gui? He wants to grab me?"

Mo Hua stood still, pretending not to avoid in time.

Suddenly, a blood-colored sword light chopped over.

That "Young Master Xuan," who was standing within two zhang of Mo Hua, seemed to have always been paying attention to Mo Hua's movements. Seeing the opportunity, he immediately drew his sword, pulling out a blood light, and chopped towards Old Master Gui’s hand with one sword.

Old Master Gui was helpless and could only retract his hand.

He still wanted to continue moving to grab Mo Hua, but Young Master Xuan had already stepped out and blocked in front of Mo Hua.

Old Master Gui cursed inwardly.

He originally had a slim chance and wanted to abduct Mo Hua as well.

But he didn't expect that after using the Mao Shan Substitute Escape Method to deceive the black-robed old man, this black-robed youth called Young Master Xuan would actually intervene.

The escape opportunity was just within these few breaths. If he couldn't grab Mo Hua, then he could only escape by himself.

He wouldn't go into that gloomy underground.

With his experience, the probability of going in was death.

Therefore, after using the Mao Shan Dao techniques to melt the copper coffin and open the earth gate, Old Master Gui immediately wanted to escape.

After all, the gate was already open, and he was no longer useful.

As long as he shed his golden cicada shell and escaped from the underground palace, these several powerful demon cultivators should not pursue him relentlessly.

Before leaving, Old Master Gui still wanted to take Mo Hua away.

In this era, talent was a treasure.

Tomb treasures were only temporary, but raising an array master could steal treasures for a long time.

It was just a pity that the black-robed young master had intervened and ruined the good deed.

Old Master Gui’s mind was decisive. Seeing his plan fall through, he no longer bothered with Mo Hua and instead pinched a formula, stamped the ground, and his entire body directly sank into the ground, disappearing without a trace, it was unclear where he escaped to.

This should also be one of Mao Shan's earth escape methods.

The black-robed old man sneered coldly, his gaze narrowed, and he fully released his divine sense.

This old man's divine sense was extremely strong. Even Mo Hua felt a faint feeling like falling into a sea of blood, his chest stuffy.

And in less than a moment, the black-robed old man seemed to perceive Old Master Gui's position.

He grabbed with an empty hand, blood threads appeared, weaving into a spear, which was inserted into the ground in the distance.

When the blood spear was pulled out, it dragged out a human figure.

It was exactly the Old Master Gui who was about to escape.

The blood spear was deeply inserted into Old Master Gui's arm. Old Master Gui gritted his teeth and then drew out a knife to break his arm and escape with his life.

But before he could break his arm, a demon cultivator who was like a bear wild beast appeared behind him, and his big hand, like a bear's paw, grabbed Old Master Gui's shoulder.

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground, and Old Master Gui immediately turned pale, not moving, and said: "Senior, spare my life!"

The black-robed old man retracted his hand and warned: "This is the last time."

"Yes..." Old Master Gui’s voice trembled.

The black-robed old man gave a look, and the bear wild beast demon cultivator stopped his hand.

Old Master Gui was sweating profusely for a while.

"Go," the black-robed old man said.

Old Master Gui covered his arm and walked towards the dark tomb pit that had been sealed by the bright yellow copper coffin, as if resigned to his fate.

Upon reaching the pit, Old Master Gui still hesitated a little.

"Wealth and honor are sought in danger," the black-robed old man's tone was somewhat meaningful, "This is what you yourself said."

Old Master Gui sighed, gritted his teeth, and leaped vertically into the tomb pit.

The rest of the crowd followed suit.

When it was Shen Qingsheng's turn, he suddenly shouted like a madman: "I'm not going down, it's too gloomy inside, you want me to die..."

But no one paid attention to him.

The bear wild beast big man knocked Shen Qingsheng unconscious with a hand knife and then threw him down.

When it was Mo Hua's turn, Mo Hua actually wanted to go in, but he was afraid that his intention would be too obvious and arouse suspicion, and it would also seem that he "didn't fit in" with Old Master Gui and Shen Qingsheng. So he also had a difficult expression and hesitated, saying:

"I don't want to go down..."

The black-robed old man looked at Mo Hua gently.

Mo Hua had no choice, so he only sighed, closed his eyes, and jumped into the tomb pit, as if jumping into an abyss.

After that were the bear wild beast demon cultivator and Young Master Xuan.

Finally, only the black-robed old man and the Demon Sect leader were left.

The black-robed old man's cloudy gaze looked at the silent Demon Sect leader and said in a deep voice:

"Third Imperial Prince, the lifeblood of my Great Wilderness clan is at stake here."

The Demon Sect leader's majestic gaze trembled, then he stepped into the pitch-black tomb pit.

At the same time, in the middle of the tunnel.

The Shen family group, and Xun Ziyu, Fan Jin, and Master Gu, walked forward step by step.

In Xun Ziyu's hand, he held a jade lock.

Occasionally, corpse evils would appear around, the ground would often shake, and strong spiritual force and evil force fluctuations came.

On the jade lock, Mo Hua's life force was sometimes white and sometimes red.

Although there was no real sign of death, Xun Ziyu's mood still fluctuated and he was very anxious.

After walking for a while, Xun Ziyu looked at the tunnel, detected something strange, and then asked Shen Shouhang: "Elder Shen, is this the Shen family's tomb?"

"Consider it so," Shen Shouhang said.

"Who is buried?" Xun Ziyu asked.

"No one is buried," Shen Shouhang said indifferently.

"No one is buried?" Xun Ziyu frowned, "Such a big tomb, and no one is buried?"

"The Shen family has a big business and many clan members. This is prepared for future use," Shen Shouhang looked at Xun Ziyu and said indifferently, "We Shen family building a tomb, I think we don't need to report to Tai Xu Gate, right?"

Xun Ziyu did not comment, but his gaze narrowed slightly, "Since no one is buried..."

He flicked his finger and shot out a sword light, chopping the corpse evil that lunged at him into pieces, then said, "Where did these corpse monsters come from?"

Shen Shouhang's eyelids jumped, and he said coldly: "Underground yin evils, they have occupied the nest."

Xun Ziyu sneered.

After that, the crowd remained silent, always walking forward, passing through the tunnel, circling several times at a fork in the road, and then walking into the path on the far right, which led to the underground palace.

Mo Hua and the others walked in front, leaving too many traces.

Following these traces, Xun Ziyu soon found the front of the huge bright yellow copper coffin in the depths of the underground palace.

At this time, the scene in front of the bright yellow copper coffin was extremely tragic.

On the ground, there were pits everywhere and shattered mountain stones.

The ground was full of corpse evil limbs, blurred blood and flesh, and the foul smell assaulted the nostrils.

Just by looking at it, the crowd could all guess that the battle here was intense and the slaughter was cruel.

Probably several late-stage Golden Core cultivators, exhausting their means, fought with the corpse tide with all their might to cause such great destructive power.

And judging from some residual evil and strange blood qi, these late-stage Golden Core cultivators were likely powerful demon cultivators...

Xun Ziyu’s heart trembled for a moment, and he couldn't help but lower his head again, looking at the jade lock, feeling a little unbelievable.

So many powerful demon cultivators.

Such a bloody scene, such intense slaughter.

Causing such great destructive power, even making him, a late-stage Golden Core sword cultivator elder, feel lingering fear...

And that boy Mo Hua, stirring around in this kind of situation, could he really survive?

Xun Ziyu’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was a bit absurd.

Subsequently, he turned his head, silently looked at Shen Shouhang, and said indifferently: "Elder Shen, this is probably... not just simple 'yin evils'..."

At this time, Xun Ziyu and the others all saw it.

There was definitely a big problem with the Shen family's tomb.

And those tomb robbers were probably not simple either.

Shen Shouhang's face was extremely ugly, especially seeing the defeated corpse evils, the melted copper coffin, and the huge tomb pit exposed.

A bone-deep chill surged in his heart.

Xun Ziyu also followed Shen Shouhang's gaze, looked towards the dark tomb pit on the ground, and pondered:

"This group of tomb robbers killed a corpse monster here, solved some seal, melted the copper coffin, and then... entered this tomb pit?"

This meant that Mo Hua also followed in?

Definitely...

Xun Ziyu didn't need to think.

This kind of dangerous, fierce, and yet fun matter would definitely not be without Mo Hua.

Xun Ziyu’s heart gradually rose.

And on the other side, Shen Shouhang also silently said in his heart:

"All the way, there is no corpse of Qing'er, and no sign of his protective treasure shattering, which means Qing'er was also kidnapped into this..."

Shen Shouhang's face was terribly serious.

"Elder Shen," Xun Ziyu said, "What is this tomb pit?"

Shen Shouhang shook his head, "I don't know either..."

Xun Ziyu's gaze narrowed slightly, "Why don't we go in and take a look?"

Shen Shouhang frowned, "This is my Shen family's tomb. The depths may hide the Shen family's secret. Everyone here is an outsider after all, it may not be convenient to go in."

"My direct descendant of Tai Xu Gate is very likely inside. I received the ancestor's order and must bring him back to the sect safely."

Xun Ziyu's tone was firm, and he even brought out his ancestor.

Shen Shouhang's face was ashen, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally sighed: "Since that's the case, then I and Elder Xun will go down together."

Xun Ziyu was somewhat unexpected, but still nodded and said: "Good."

"Elder Xun, please go first," Shen Shouhang cupped his hands.

Xun Ziyu hesitated a little.

This Shen Shouhang was too cunning, he couldn't see through him.

This tomb pit was also too gloomy and should also hide great danger.

If it were usual, he would naturally hide far away, but now Mo Hua was inside, and even if it was dangerous, he had to make this trip.

Xun Ziyu nodded, then his eyes contained sword intent, and he stepped into the pitch-black tomb pit.

Master Gu followed behind him.

Fan Jin didn't want to follow, but he looked at Shen Shouhang, his eyes revealing dread, and then he could only stiffen his scalp and follow behind Xun Ziyu.

Xun Ziyu was an elder of Tai Xu Gate sword cultivator.

If something really happened, hugging the thigh of Tai Xu Gate was better than mixing with the Shen family.

Moreover, the Shen family...

Fan Jin felt a dark palpitation in his heart.

After Xun Ziyu and the three entered the dark tomb pit, Shen Shouhang's gaze turned cold, he sneered, and said in a low voice:

"There is no gate to hell, but you insist on rushing in..."

He turned around and instructed: "Two people follow me down, the others stay here and guard this tomb pit."

"Also send people to transmit the message and mobilize more people to come and thoroughly seal this tomb pit."

"Yes, Elder," the Shen family Golden Core cupped his hand and said.

"Qing'er... you must not die..." Shen Shouhang silently recited in his heart, then his gaze sharpened, and he stepped into the tomb pit.

Two deep-cultivation Shen family Golden Cores followed him into the tomb pit.

The remaining Golden Core cultivators then dispersed to guard the four sides of the tomb pit.

A Shen family cultivator listened to Shen Shouhang's instructions, turned around and left, preparing to mobilize some more people.

But he had only walked a few steps when he suddenly heard a "creak creak" sound, detected something was wrong, and turned his head to look, immediately his expression panicked.

Among the Shen family Golden Cores, one person suddenly seemed to take off his clothes, shedding his human skin, revealing a body that was neither human nor ghost, a demon-like pale body.

At this time, his double eyes were blood red, and with white bones as knives, he cut off the heads of the Shen family Golden Cores one by one.

And all the Shen family Golden Core cultivators seemed to be possessed by evil, not moving, allowing it to slaughter them.

"You..."

The cultivator who was going to report was extremely panicked and immediately wanted to run, but suddenly his front was a patch of blood color, and he seemed to see a face that was refined but also ferocious.

Looking at this face, his divine sense seemed to be sucked away.

The next instant, his throat suddenly felt a pain, and a section of white bone penetrated his throat.

His consciousness gradually dissipated, and his body slowly slumped to the ground, thus dying.

After the pale human demon killed him, it again used its knife one by one to slaughter the remaining Shen family Golden Cores, who were like "puppets". After dipping in their blood, it drew a blood-red evil array on the ground.

The evil array covered the tomb pit under the bright yellow copper coffin.

Having done all this, the pale human demon walked to the front of the tomb pit, its five senses deformed, its voice strange, "Everyone is here, then... let's all die inside..."

It smiled ferociously, then also leaped vertically into the pitch-black tomb pit.