The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

On the other side, Yan Qingshan had a strange look in his eyes when he saw the ancient sheepskin scroll appearing.

The reason why the Fuguo Society chose to win over him, regardless of the past grievances, was precisely because of the Dragon Vein She Ji Map in his hand.

When he was in the previous dynasty, he accidentally obtained this thing, but was accused of stealing it, and then he became one of the ten most wanted criminals.

Because of this thing, he was not only wanted by the Qing court, but also hunted by many people in the world who coveted it.

The Secret Service people arrested him for the same reason.

But he kept gritting his teeth and did not let go, confessing the whereabouts of this object.

In fact, no one else knew that he had this thing sewn into the wound on his body and always carried it with him.

The ancient sheepskin scrolls are painted with mountains and rivers, texture lines, and many mysterious runes.

As the middle-aged man surnamed Yao chanted the curse, golden light emerged from it, and countless runes were running wildly.

Under the reflection of the golden runes, red blood and black souls of grievances, one red and one black, came together to wrap the coffin.

The nine real dragons above seemed to come alive and dance continuously.

The shaman in the field is more like a motor, vibrating at a faster frequency.

The blood in the coffin seemed to be boiled, rolling and steaming, making a sharp roar.

At this time.

On the ancient sheepskin scroll, a majestic and vast aura suddenly erupted and fell with a crash.

It was divided into nine strands and poured into the nine lifelike real dragons on the coffin.

Lin Mo felt something familiar from the breath.

He suddenly thought of Long Yi's little girl, and the aura was exactly the same as hers.

Thinking of the conversation he overheard between Fourth Master and the middle-aged man named Yao, Lin Mo concluded that this aura should come from the power of a real dragon.

Is it...

Are there really dragons in this world?

However, the aura on the ancient sheepskin scroll was obviously more pure and majestic than that on Long Yi.

Lin Mo glanced at Shen Ke in the field.

Her eyes were dull at this moment, as if someone had controlled her soul.

While everyone's attention was on the altar, Lin Mo quietly approached her step by step.

On the high platform, the atmosphere became increasingly solemn.

If the fourth master in the coffin could successfully complete the sacrificial ceremony, it would be difficult for Lin Mo to take Shen Ke away safely.

Just when he was hesitating whether to step forward to cause trouble, he saw the men in black robes who had been watching with cold eyes suddenly moved.

These people had been staring closely at the ceremony on the high platform.

At this moment, at the most critical moment of the ceremony, he suddenly jumped out.

These little men in black, who had wrapped themselves tightly, held Japanese swords over six feet in hand, and headed straight for the high platform like arrows from the string.

Lin Mo squinted his eyes and took a look, suddenly realizing that these were all Japanese warriors!

The leader raised his arms and shouted loudly, and shouted twice in a Japanese language that was like bird talk.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of black shadows shot out from the darkness and rushed into the field.

As soon as these people appeared, they became fierce and murderous. It was obvious that they had planned it in advance.

Seeing this scene, no matter how Lin Mo looked at it, he felt that he was trying to take advantage of others.

The left envoy of the Holy Spirit Cult showed a clear expression on his face.

The Hongyu girl was very smart. She asked, "Master Zuo, did you already know that they would betray you?"

"What do you say?"

The short man was noncommittal and did not answer the other party's question directly.

In fact, this place was originally provided by him to the restoration society of the former dynasty.

And those men in black had already set up an ambush here, how could he not know?

The left envoy of the Holy Spirit Cult squinted his eyes and looked at the high platform. He did not rush to take action, but waited for the snipe and clam to fight.

The purpose of those Japanese warriors dressed in black was very clear, and they came precisely for the Dragon Vein Sheji Map.

Therefore, they all roared and rushed towards the altar.

The leader among them took the lead, flew up, reached out and grabbed the ancient sheepskin scrolls spread out on the incense table.

However, in the face of these people's on-the-spot rebellion, the middle-aged man surnamed Yao who presided over the ceremony did not panic too much.

He snorted coldly: "Huh! I've known for a long time that you Japanese people are unreliable!"

After saying that, he took out a small apricot-yellow flag from his arms.

While chanting and waving the spell, countless black mist surged in from all directions, covering the entire square.

When the opponent rushed towards him, he suddenly jumped into the air and became furious.

"Baga! Yao Zhengyang, if you obediently hand over the Dragon Vein Society Map, on behalf of Oniwu Shrine, I can spare your life!"

"Those who are not of my race must have different thoughts. Do you think I will still believe the words of you Japanese pirates?"

Yao Zhengyang cursed angrily.

While he was speaking, the large group of people belonging to the Fuguo Society showed off their weapons in an instant.

The two parties who were originally cooperating with each other suddenly turned against each other at this moment because of the conflict of interests, and the swords were at war with each other.

However, those in the Fuguo Society Enshrinement Corps were a little confused.

This was fine, why did he suddenly fall out?

"It's simply a fantasy to try to use a magic circle to stop us. You don't think we don't have any preparations, do you?"

The leading man in black took out a small black bottle from his arms and poured out a black gravel.

"This is... the black sand of the Styx that can corrode the spiritual body of magic weapons!"

Yao Zhengyang's expression suddenly changed.

I saw the other party raise the vial, shake it suddenly, and scatter it towards the top of the head.

The black sand was very light, like cicada wings, and immediately spread to the surroundings with the cold wind.

In the darkness, a scream that penetrated directly into the soul sounded, and the black fog in the field immediately dispersed.

The scene suddenly became clear.

Without the barrier of the magic circle, the leading man in black strode forward, trying to snatch the ancient sheepskin scroll.

However, Yao Zhengyang suddenly turned around and threw him away, landing on the bronze coffin.

As soon as it fell, the nine real dragon reliefs on the coffin seemed to come to life, and they bared their teeth and claws at the leading man in black.

The terrifying dragon power formed a solid pressure, squeezing the entire spatial energy field to the point where it was difficult to move.

The opponent attacked several times in succession, but all failed.

He was immediately furious, but there was nothing he could do.

The bronze coffin is like a cocoon, constantly expanding and contracting.

It's as if a new life is gestating inside.

The man in black understood that if the other party succeeded in breaking out of the cocoon, he would definitely not end well.

So, he suddenly turned around, changed direction, and rushed towards Yao Zhengyang on the altar.

"Everyone, help me capture this beast, and I will be rewarded generously afterwards!"

Yao Zhengyang shouted loudly.

After hearing this, the worship group of Fuguo Society flashed their eyes and rushed towards the man in black.

However, as soon as they made a move, several Japanese warriors who had been guarding the leading man in black immediately came to attack them.

Several people immediately fought together.

The middle-aged man in black raised a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, pulled out a sword from his waist, jumped up, and struck hard at Yao Zhengyang on the altar!