Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

As soon as these words came out.

The atmosphere in the entire attic instantly dropped to freezing point.

No matter how knowledgeable and experienced they were, they had never heard of any strange stories about someone who had been dead for a thousand years and yet looked no different from a living person.

Even if a Taoist immortal dies, all that is left behind is a shell.

"So, this is the origin of the four words 'Meeting the Immortal at the Coffin Mountain'?"

The old foreigner's eyes flickered as he spoke thoughtfully.

"good."

I was just talking to myself, but unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, a sigh suddenly came from behind me.

Several people looked back.

Feng Sibei, who had already paid homage to his ancestors, came up to the second floor at some point and was now standing beside the bookshelf behind everyone. Under the flickering firelight, his expression was indescribably complicated.

"Back then, he violated his ancestors' teachings and rashly entered the Coffin Mountain, robbed the Tomb of the Black Sheep King, and brought a large number of antiques back to Wuxi Town. But after that day, his personality changed drastically and he stayed away from the world."

“No one knows what he saw in the coffin mountain.”

"But several years later, he broke through the barrier and resolutely persuaded a large number of his people to go to the Coffin Mountain again. It took more than ten years before he built the Earth Immortal Village."

Speaking of which.

Feng Sibei let out a long breath.

In fact, over the past hundreds of years, the Feng family has had many speculations about what Feng Shigu actually saw.

But at this moment, he finally got the answer.

That is the body of an immortal.

The Black Sheep King, whose head was cut off, could remain immortal in the sarcophagus for thousands of years, which made Feng Shigu finally see a glimmer of possibility of becoming an immortal.

So, he hid in the house all day long, for several years, repeatedly studying the secret techniques of the Black Sheep King.

"Master...you mean, the Black Sheep King is really not dead?"

The old foreigner was originally just guessing, but after hearing Feng Sibei's words, it seemed to be verified from the positive side. For a moment, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his expression full of disbelief.

"Have you ever heard of an ancient corpse turning into an immortal?"

Feng Sibei did not respond directly to the question he raised, but asked back softly.

"This……"

The group looked at each other.

They had heard of ancient corpses turning into zombies, but this kind of transformation into immortals was simply a fantasy.

Immortals are detached from the world and are immortal.

Is it possible that a dead person can become an immortal?

"This is an ancient witchcraft passed down from ancient times. You need to find a Feng Shui place with heavy yin energy, which is shaped like a corpse. First bury the ancient jade, then kill the captives, and sacrifice their blood to the spirit of the land, and condense the corpse pill in the corpse-shaped mountain."

"As long as you swallow it, you will be transformed into a corpse immortal, immortal and indestructible."

This technique is recorded in the heavenly book and strange artifact stolen by the Feng family from the hanging coffin.

The ancestors of the Feng family believed that this technique was too detrimental to the harmony of nature, so they suppressed it from generation to generation and did not allow it to be passed down.

just.

No one expected that by Feng Shigu's generation, he would be so crazy as to believe that it was the only way to become an immortal, especially after he had seen the Queen of Black Sheep in the sarcophagus with his own eyes, which confirmed it without a doubt.

Combined with the picture of meeting the immortal on the coffin mountain.

How could Feng Sibei not understand?

"Corpse Immortal..."

Wait until he finishes speaking.

The attic was completely silent.

When I met a fairy, I met a fairy. Who would have thought that the fairy I met would be such a fairy.

"This doesn't sound credible. How can a dead body become an immortal? Taoist priest, that senior from the Feng family... shouldn't be able to succeed, right?"

Yang Fang smiled awkwardly.

Break the silence around you.

But Feng Sibei just shook his head with a bitter look on his face.

If it failed, why would the Feng family members of his lineage have gone to such great lengths to search for the Dixian Village for hundreds of years and spend so much effort? It is because they know very well how terrifying Feng Shigu is.

A madman who can use the lives of his brothers and sisters as bargaining chips just to seek immortality, is there anything he can't do?

"What are you afraid of?"

"Feng Shigu was able to kill the Black Sheep King with one sword. Even if he really became a corpse immortal, can't we defeat him with so many of us?"

Chen Yulou raised his eyebrows.

Indeed, Dixian Village is definitely the best among the eighteen ancient tombs in Ghost Blows Out the Light.

But that was in the past.

Now, if you pick any one of them at random, it will be no problem for him to subdue demons and monsters, and the corpse immortal is nothing.

"Shopkeeper Chen said it well."

"That's right, so what if it's just a corpse fairy? It sounds like an evil demon. It just so happens that my magic whip is specially designed to defeat such corpses."

Yang Fang was the first to agree.

It's more than just a divine whip.

The Taoist monk Kuixing kicks the fighting technique, and he also has the corpse-suppressing nail among the three nails and four armors.

The Xiling sect has a corpse-binding net, and the Faqiu Seal that Faqiu Tianguan never leaves.

They are all secret methods to control rigor mortis.

The most important thing is that these are just ordinary means, and their real reliance is Taoism.

Pure Yang swordsmanship, Xuan Dao Qigong, and Seven Star Horizontal Training.

It is the supreme weapon to slay demons, destroy evil and suppress evil.

"Kunlun, take these two maps of the coffin mountain and the house, one yin and one yang. We will have to rely on them to guide the route from now on."

Chen Yulou casually pointed at the two ancient paintings at the top and gestured to Kunlun.

Of these four paintings, the last two contain astonishing contents, but they are of little use to them.

On the contrary, the feng shui map clearly depicts the terrain and structure of the houses and tombs in the entire Dixian Village.

"Yes, from the shopkeeper."

Kunlun did not hesitate, stepped forward, peeled off the two pictures, and gently rolled them up and inserted them into the bamboo basket behind him.

Seeing this, Chen Yulou looked at the pair of fellow disciples again.

"Time is urgent, Brother Dao, you and the old foreigner brother should stay on this floor and see if you can select some ancient books and Taoist scriptures to take with you when you leave."

"Okay, don't worry, Brother Chen."

Partridge Whistle nodded.

There were four rows of antique shelves here. He had just taken a quick look around and found that apart from the Huang-Lao techniques, there were also many Taoist scriptures and secret methods hidden inside, all of which were ancient cultivation methods rarely seen in the world.

It is in no way inferior to what I saw on the first floor.

That is to say, it was Guanshan Taibao who boarded the royal ship and gathered the strength of the world. Otherwise, how could ordinary people have the ability to collect such a vast number of fragments of ancient scriptures?

"Then I'll leave it to you two."

These two brothers are meticulous in their work and have extraordinary insight.

It's most appropriate to entrust this matter to them.

Chen Yulou did not hesitate, holding the lantern and leading the way, he went straight to the top floor. Compared with the spacious first and second floors, the third floor was much narrower and cramped, and even a figure as tall as Kunlun could not move freely in it.

The fire swept across.

There is only one shrine in the building.

There are about a dozen antiques scattered on it.

Most of them are porcelain bottles and ancient books, and there is an ancient sword leaning against the corner of the shrine.

"This should be something that Master Feng carried with him."

Feng Sibei saw it immediately.

Every generation of Guanshan Taibao has to practice witchcraft since childhood, which involves many secret medicines and poisons. Therefore, the most common attire is a porcelain bottle hanging around the waist. When walking, the whole body makes a tinkling sound.

I walked closer and took a look at it.

It was just as he expected.

Those bottles and jars contain secret medicines.

But after hundreds of years, the ointment has long dried up, only the pungent smell has not dissipated.

As for those ancient books, most of them are notes written by Feng Shigu during his studies and practice.

Soon, a book titled "Records of Digging Treasures in Guanshan" caught his eye. Feng Sibei's eyes jumped suddenly. The book recorded not only what Feng Shigu had learned and done in his life, but also the huge treasures from ancient tombs that had been stolen by Guanshan Taibao of all generations.

For a moment, Feng Sibei felt as if he had found a treasure.

Without caring about anything else, he put the lantern aside and began to read the books in the dim firelight.

Seeing this, the few people who followed closely looked at each other in confusion.

But Chen Yulou just waved his hand calmly, signaling them not to disturb him. He picked up the ancient sword leaning against the wall. Hundreds of years had passed, and there was not a trace of rust on the scabbard.

hum!

Shake gently.

The long sword is unsheathed.

The sword blade shone with a cold light and the buzzing sound was endless.

"What a sword!"

He himself is a master of kendo.

The dragon scale sword he carries with him is made of the tendons of a flood dragon mixed with secret gold, and has been tempered through thousands of hammerings.

But even so, the ancient sword in his hand still gave him a feeling of being sharp and able to cut through iron like mud. Just holding it in his hand, the chill seemed to penetrate his muscles and bones and penetrate deep into his bone marrow, making him shudder.

Chen Yulou's thoughts flashed and he understood immediately.

This sword is an ancient artifact that once killed the Black Sheep King.

It has been nurtured in the Feng Shui cave here for hundreds of years, and under the conflict between Yin and Yang, it has now turned into a fierce weapon.

As he looked at it intently.

The few people who followed closely also looked at it in amazement, with passion in their eyes. After all, who could refuse such an ancient weapon?

but.

Chen Yulou glanced over but said nothing.

This sword is too ferocious and evil, and ordinary people cannot control it at all. Only great practitioners like him, or ruthless people like Kunlun and Yang Fang, whose blood is like the tide of lead and mercury and who have practiced martial arts to the extreme, can control it.

But the halberd used by Kunlun, combined with heavy armor, made him invincible.

Yang Fang is equipped with a Vajra Umbrella and a magical whip, making him capable of both offense and defense.

One figure after another emerged in his mind, and finally stopped at Partridge Whistle.

Among the group, his cultivation level is second only to his.

Although Partridge Whistle also has magical weapons, they are from Tantric Buddhism and cannot bring out even one-tenth or one-twelfth of their power. In addition, the longer he has been in the world, the stronger the monsters he encounters. No matter whether it is Twenty Rings or the Mirror Umbrella, they are actually not enough.

With the foundation-building cultivation, he can still easily control the ancient sword.

"call--"

Just as he sheathed his sword and was wondering when to go downstairs, Feng Sibei, who had been reading the Record of Treasures at his side for a long time and looked like a stone sculpture, suddenly closed the ancient book with a snap and his face became extremely ugly.

"Master, have you discovered something?"

"The mountains are high and the waters are narrow, and the dragons are leaderless. I finally understand why this place can become a corpse immortal."

Hearing Chen Yulou's question, Feng Sibei sighed.

"Why? Taoist priest, please stop keeping us in suspense. What's going on?"

"Didn't they say it was because Master Feng practiced the secrets of witchcraft? Could it be that there is another secret here?"

Seeing that several people looked anxious, Feng Sibei did not delay and walked to the window and pushed open the window that was locked with a wooden pin. Looking from the top floor, the mountains of Dixian Village were in full view. At this moment, in the vast night, there was a blood mist in the air.

"The blood mist enters the ground, and the immortals come out of the mountain."

"The Corpse-Shaped Mountain is actually the Pangu Vein, which is why the Black Sheep King is immortal."

"However, in order to obtain corpse pills, the ancient wizards dug here repeatedly, and the dragon energy has long been broken, making it difficult to make life pills."

"In order to restore the earth veins, Feng Shigu clearly used those tribesmen as blood food and offered them to Pangu's spiritual veins. This is why he was unable to transform and condensed a living corpse pill again, which he swallowed in one gulp!"