Assassin 3 Wind and Live

On the first day of the first lunar month, Murong Li, Zhi Ming and others came to Yuzhao Mountain.The tunnel that the walking corpse pulled out had been repaired in advance, and it was barely enough for one person to pass through upright.After passing through the long tunnel, they arrived at the tomb.

The tomb is very spacious, more than three times larger than the main hall of the palace. The ground in the center is flat, and it looks like it has been specially polished.On it, complex patterns and spells are drawn with cinnabar, and the four directions are Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku and Xuanwu in sequence.Outside the totem of the four spirits is a gossip-like pattern composed of small mantras. The five swords brought by Murong Li and the sealed Boling are respectively inserted in six positions. Although the finished wooden sword is rough in carving, it can barely be recognized as Chee Yue and Yan Zhi. The body of the sword is tied with white linen silk, and there are dark red incantations on the silk belt, which seems to be written in blood.

Feng Hui also arranged for four disciples to take Murong Li, Zhi Ming and seven people in guard uniforms to a depression on the mountain wall far away from the altar, and set up formations around them to prevent them from being overwhelmed by the wraiths. hurt.

Probably because there are too many unsolved mysteries in this group of descendants of alchemists, Murong Li always feels inexplicably uneasy.He still couldn't fully trust Feng Nai and his people.This time he brought along Yaoguang's new priest and a few more prestigious wizards among the people. Although these people don't understand these ancient alchemy techniques, they have some skills in divination. No matter what magic power Feng has, his body is still a mortal body, and with a knife and ax on his body, he is also dead.If there were any changes in Feng Hui and the others on the way, the tomb that imprisoned their ancestors for hundreds of years would also become their tomb.

The disciples brought by Feng Hui stood still on the altar, forming a strange formation, and those who hadn't entered the formation were scattered around to protect the formation.

Feng Nai walked up to Murong Li, stretched out his hands and said, "Master, can Xing Ming be handed over to you temporarily?"

Murong Li glanced at Zhi Ming, saw him nodding, and put Xing Ming in Feng Xi's hand.

Feng Hui inserted the star inscription in the center of the altar, into the cauldron above the altar, then lit a piece of cinnabar talisman paper and threw it into it, and a flame ignited in the cauldron.Feng Xi sat cross-legged beside the stove, closed his eyes, moved his lips and teeth, but did not make a sound.

The altar is in the shape of a hexagon, and a stick of incense is burning at each of the six corners. There is no wind in the room, and the blue smoke rises straight up.After the star inscription was in place, six wisps of green smoke began to approach the center of the altar, and after converging around the star inscription, they spiraled and entangled together, forming a shape similar to a whirlwind.

There was the sound of one person chanting sutras in the formation, followed by a second person, and more than 300 members of the clan seemed to join in one by one in a certain order.

With the sound of chanting sutras, the surrounding atmosphere gradually changed subtly. Murong Li felt that the surroundings were getting colder and colder. Now it was severe winter, and the cave was originally much warmer than the outside, but now it suddenly became colder.A gust of cold wind slowly blows in from the tunnel. The wind is not strong, but it is strange everywhere. There is only one exit here. It is said that the wind should not blow in, but the wind not only comes in, but also keeps flowing. , Turned off the torches around in turn, and after a circle, the only light source left in the entire cave was the sparkling green flame in the furnace.It was only then that Murong Li realized that the flame in the cauldron had changed color at some point.

The six sticks of incense on the altar quickly burned out amidst the sound of chanting, but the blue smoke coiled around the star inscription and lingered for a long time. As more and more warlocks joined, the whirlwind smoke gradually rose Emmanuel.

Murong Li caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, turned around vigilantly, and found that it was actually a group of black shadows, passing through the tunnel and gathering around the altar, as the object got closer and closer to the altar, it gradually revealed a human shape in the firelight.Then, the same black shadows gathered here one after another, shoulder to shoulder, but did not make the slightest sound.Soon, the flames were full of bustling figures, they rushed from all directions, passed through the bodies of the warlocks, and tried their best to approach the furnace, as if blocked by some invisible barrier, they stopped outside the four spirits totem .

Feng Hui suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and pulled Xing Ming's sword out of the furnace.As Xingming left the cauldron, the totem spells drawn by cinnabar on the ground seemed to be lit up, flashing a dazzling red light, and the sky above the altar also lit up, like a mirror, reflecting the images on the ground. Wen's shadow.

The person standing on the side of the eight swords also drew out the blade, holding the sword in both hands and walking slowly towards the center of the altar.

The disciple holding Mo Yang walked up to Feng Hui, and the star inscription in Feng Hui's hand floated dimly, and he saw his eyes fixed, and he slashed down hard, cutting Mo Yang into two pieces with one sword.

The moment Mo Yang touched Xing Ming's blade, Murong Li seemed to hear a person's scream, but when he looked around, he didn't find anything unusual, and the strange sound disappeared.

At this time, people in the figures began to walk toward the furnace one after another, passed through the body of the warlock in the formation, and reached the center of the furnace, where they turned into a wisp of green smoke in the strange-colored flames burning in the furnace, and disappeared without a trace. trace.

Every time a figure was thrown into the furnace, the flames would intensify a bit, and the swirling blue smoke above would also become thicker.

Feng Hui raised Xing Ming again, cut off two mahogany swords one by one, and then Yun Zang.

When Yun Zang broke, Murong Li heard the strange sound just now again.

"Zhi Ming, did you hear any strange noises just now?"

"what?"

"It's like someone is crying, but now I can't hear it anymore."

Zhi Ming glanced at the altar, and said, "It's probably the echo of the blade rubbing against each other."

Then, Feng Hui cut off Qiansheng.

Two familiar figures came to Murong Li's side, they were Qi Zhikan and Gongsun Qian, like old friends, they saluted Murong Li together, as if to thank him.Murong Li bowed his hands back, and when he looked up, Gongsun Qian had already turned and walked away.Qi Zhikan remained where he was, as if hesitating for something.

"Does General Qi have any unfulfilled wishes? You can tell my subordinates as much as you can, and as long as you can do it, you will help the general to achieve it."

Qi Zhikan shook his head, slowly raised his hand, and pointed behind Murong Li, without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the furnace.

Murong Li turned back suspiciously, looked behind him, only to find that Zhi Ming's face was not in a good mood, leaning against the stone wall, staring at the furnace cauldron in a daze, seemed to be in deep thought.

"Zhi Ming, what's wrong with you?" Murong Li walked over.

Zhi Ming looked at Murong Li and shook his head, he seemed a little tired, and slid down the stone wall, Murong Li hurriedly supported him, but something even weirder happened, Zhi Ming's body passed through Murong Li's arm, directly fell to the ground.

"Zhi Ming! What's the matter with you?" Murong Li knelt down and supported Zhi Ming's shoulders. This time, he really supported him. Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, he found that Zhi Ming's body was shaking slightly.

Zhi Ming's body twitched suddenly, he covered his chest suddenly, and his breathing became heavy.

"What's going on? Zhi Ming, you talk!" Murong Li wanted Zhi Ming to lean in his arms, but found that Zhi Ming's body passed through his hands again and fell to the ground, and he panicked.

"I might..." Zhi Ming removed his hand covering his chest, only to find that it was stained with blood.

Murong Li opened Zhi Ming's lapel, and suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, the wound he stabbed on Zhi Ming's chest that day before the confrontation unexpectedly emerged faintly.He suddenly turned his head to look at the Xing Ming in Feng Hui's hand, and stood up abruptly.Behind Feng Hui, on the altar, in the cauldron burning with strange fire, was the young man who looked very similar to Zhi Ming. The figure of the young man overlapped with Xing Ming's scabbard, and the six wisps of green smoke were like a sheet of paper The net bound his hands and feet in the cauldron. At this moment, he seemed to be suffering from extreme pain. With tears in his eyes, he shouted loudly in Murong Li's direction, but he couldn't hear the slightest sound in the barrier.

"A Li, no!" Zhi Ming grabbed Murong Li's clothes to stop him, but was thrown away by Murong Li, broke through the barrier in a blink of an eye, and rushed towards the altar.