Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Zou Wenmiao's eyes were dull, and he knelt on the ground in a daze.

"Licheng!"

Zou Qingyang's voice sounded slowly, faintly revealing a bit of excitement: "Sacrifice blood!"

It was the voice that also brought Zou Wenmiao back to reality. Before she knew why, Zou Hongxue had already stepped forward.

Without giving Zou Wenmiao any explanation, he grabbed her wrist and held a bronze dagger full of runes in his hand.

"Pfft!"

The bronze dagger directly slashed across Zou Wenmiao's palm, and the severe pain distorted Zou Wenmiao's pale and delicate face.

But she tightly pursed her lips and never made even the slightest sound.

Although Zou Hongxue's heart was moved, he did not slow down at all. He pulled her wrist, and gently pressed his bleeding palm against the bronze coffin.

The boiling hot blood flowed along the innateness on the bronze coffin, not a single drop fell to the ground, filling up all the hollows on the coffin.

"Oh!"

The dull thunderous voice was clearly audible in the dead silence.

Zou Qingyang stared at the coffin with wide eyes, his excitement was beyond words, and the flesh on his face was trembling.

"Boom bang bang..."

The sound of impact came from the bronze coffin, like dense drums, echoing in the spacious ancestral hall.

Immediately afterwards, the bronze coffin shook violently, and the chains collided with each other and jingled, and the tight ones seemed to be about to break.

Chapter 1377 The seal is about to be broken, delusions come out!

The unknown thing suppressed in the bronze coffin opened its eyes suddenly, the eyes were blood red, but exuded a coquettish blue light.

Whether it's Zou Qingyang or Zou Hongxue, they all know that the things that have been suppressed for 700 years have been revived.

Zou Wenmiao hurriedly got up and backed away, turned and ran.

However, as soon as Zou Wenmiao ran to the gate, he was stopped by the direct descendants who were guarding outside.

The sound coming from the bronze coffin became more and more intense, like a drum at dusk and a bell at dawn, or the beating of a war drum, becoming more powerful.

The chains binding the bronze coffin became tighter and tighter, clanking, and seemed to be full of fine cracks, ready to break at any moment.

There was a crackling sound from the huge bronze magic mirror above, and spider-like cracks spread rapidly.

The ever-burning lamps placed under the bronze coffin flickered with colorful brilliance, flickering on and off, as if they were about to go out.

Those Buddhist relics also clicked one after another, with cracks and cracks.

The huge bronze coffin swayed back and forth in mid-air, and the flat coffin lid began to bulge, and cracks also appeared.

More hair-like black air overflowed from it, and green blood even began to ooze from the cracks in it.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the blue blood had infected the entire ancestral hall.

Zou Qingyang stood there motionless, as if he had already made up his mind about these situations.

He took out a bronze Yin-Yang Talisman from the wide sleeve robe without any haste, but this Yin-Yang Talisman was much smaller than the Yin-Yang Talisman that opened the door earlier, only the size of a thumb.

However, this yin-yang talisman exudes a thick and mountainous aura.

This is the accumulation of yin and yang magic power of countless people in the Zou family for 700 years.

Even the power accumulated in the yin-yang talisman is not worth mentioning to the suppressed things in the bronze coffin.

However, the thing in the bronze coffin has just recovered and has not yet broken free from the seal, so it is no longer a problem to suppress this Yin-Yang Talisman.

As the Yin-Yang Talisman was placed on the bronze coffin, the bang bang gradually disappeared, and the vibration of the bronze coffin also became smaller.

Zou Qingyang sneered and said, "Dream out?"

The same dagger engraved with spells, now cut through Zou Qingyang's fingertips, and yin and yang mana merged with essence and blood.

Zou Qingyang quickly sketched the lines on the bronze coffin, engraved the charms, and condensed them into Yin-Yang seals.

"Hoohoo!"

A deep roar came from the bronze coffin, and the unwillingness could be heard in the voice.

Afterwards, the roar disappeared, and the movement of struggling completely disappeared.

The blue blood that flowed out also flowed back into the bronze coffin.

Zou Wenmiao looked at the scene in front of her in shock. She still doesn't understand what Zou Qingyang wants to do!

Zou Qingyang turned around and said indifferently, "Don't worry, the time has not come yet."

Obviously comforting, but it sounds extremely uncomfortable.

Front hall.

Looking at the sky outside that seemed to have been painted with ink, Zou Qingcang murmured softly: "There is still half a cup of tea, and the Yaoshen Mountain is about to open."

His expression was complicated, with fear, expectation, and fanaticism beyond words.

The knuckles of the thatched layman's hand holding the sword had turned white, sweat had dazzled his eyes, and the burning pain made him almost unable to open his eyes.