Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for your return

The emperor was furious, and the demon king dared to activate the "Blood Soul Formation" in the imperial mausoleum he had spent countless efforts to build, summoning the soul of the earth dragon to destroy the imperial mausoleum.All of a sudden, the celestial masters scattered all the cultivators, and surrounded the Ming Mausoleum like an iron bucket, not even a bird could fly in.

But why did Bai Changting deliberately tell us the time to do it?He could complete his last sacrificial ceremony in the Ming Tomb without anyone noticing.Could it be that he is so confident that he has set up some kind of trap?But even if we knew that he deliberately led us to Bashan Mingling, we had no choice but to go.

Before leaving, the two of them went to see Qin Ge, Jun Fu patted Qin Ge's face, but there was no response.When you lose the chain at a critical moment, you are still expected to contribute, and you sleep like a pig, obviously you can't count on it.

Near the midnight, the Ming Mausoleum was full of voices, and it was as bright as day.Si Huaijin personally sits in town, and everyone from the Fuyu Mountain Immortal Gate and the Guixu Immortal Gate are present. The patrolling celestial master will report a message every 5 minutes, but the message sent back is always the same: there is no abnormality around.Everyone gradually felt anxious, could it be that they were played by Bai Changting?He didn't do it when he was young.

Xiao Zhongyuan was also slightly surprised, but recalling Bai Changting's expression and tone last night, it was definitely not a joke.No one spoke in the hall, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.

Xiao Zhongyuan pushed the door and went out: "I'll go out to get some air." Jun Fu followed immediately: "I'll go too."

The underground palace of the Ming Mausoleum was built by cutting stones from the mountain. From the tomb passage to the tomb mountain, it is nearly a hundred feet long. There are several stone gates placed in front and behind.The imperial mausoleum under the night looked particularly huge.

Jun Fu groped around the stone wall for a while, then pulled the mechanism of the tomb door, the huge tomb door swung open, and a long corridor appeared in front of him.

The mausoleum guards naturally did not dare to stop King Xiaoyao, but they still had the courage to ask: "His Royal Highness, do you need to tell Duke Rong to bring more celestial masters in?"

Jun Fu glanced at the guard guarding the mausoleum, and said with airs: "No need, you continue to guard at the door, don't let monsters come in, I and Xianjun go in and check first." Then the door of the tomb fell behind the two of them. , The surroundings were instantly plunged into darkness.

Jun Fu took Xiao Zhongyuan's hand, and said softly: "Follow me, you don't need to burn your palms." Jun Fu was ordered by Jun Wuji to supervise and inspect the main construction project of the imperial mausoleum, so he is familiar with the structure of the imperial mausoleum.Xiao Zhongyuan's fingers were wrapped in his palm, the warmth of the palm came through the touching skin, there was an inexplicable peace of mind.

After walking for a while, the voice of someone talking faintly came from the front, and the two of them mobilized their spiritual power and listened attentively:

"As Master expected, the surrounding area of ​​the Ming Mausoleum has been completely surrounded. Fortunately, we came in one day earlier."

"Master, we have been in since yesterday, are we waiting for the demon king?"

"This emperor in the world really enjoys it. Even a tomb is built so magnificently and magnificently." I don't know whether it is envy or ridicule in the words.

"What time is it now? But is it midnight?" The voice was thick and slightly hoarse, it was the voice of Fan Wenqiu, the master of Yaoguang sect.

"Return to Master, look at this omission, there is still a stick of incense time before Zishi."

"They are sleeping in the middle room of the underground palace, which is the place where the coffins are parked. Let's enter through the secret door." Jun Fu used sound transmission to enter the secret, and led Xiao Zhongyuan down another corridor.The burial chamber was very grand, and many burial chambers were built around the tomb passage according to the types of burial objects.Xiao Zhongyuan followed Jun Fu through the underground palace in a daze, if he came by himself, he would definitely get lost.

The voice of talking in the bed became clearer and clearer, but the voice of speaking gradually turned into screams, the two quickened their pace, Jun Fu opened the secret door, and pulled Zhong Yuan to a group of three-colored pottery who shrank to the side Among the figurines.Not all the braziers in the tomb were lit, and the two hid in the dark without being noticed.

Jun Fu counted, and there were fourteen disciples lying on the ground. The two looked at each other knowingly, and suddenly felt horrified. This Fan Wenqiu actually killed the disciples of his own sect to sacrifice to the soul of the earth dragon. .

"Master, you..." The last disciple whose neck was strangled struggled in vain: "Why... what?"

Fan Wenqiu was splattered with blood, like a crazy beast, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Don't blame me for being cruel. To save the common people in the three worlds, you must make sacrifices. Future generations will remember your exploits." With force in his hands, the disciple swallowed his breath immediately, but his eyes were wide open. Being killed by his most respected master, anyone would die with regret.

The one who bonded with the soul of the earth dragon is obviously Bai Changting, why is Fan Wenqiu stupid enough to make a wedding dress for someone else?Thinking of the day when he rescued Bai Changting in the shade of drunken flowers, he must have been fooled by Bai Changting, and both of them sighed at the same time.

Then there was an even crazier scene, Fan Wenqiu actually dug out the hearts of all fifteen disciples, put them into a black ancient locust wood box, opened a bottle, and dripped something on it.

At this moment, even if you think about it with your feet, you can tell that it is Bai Changting's demon blood.

Fan Wenqiu walked up and down the room, seemingly looking for a suitable location.Finally, he dug a hole with his sword, put the box in, and piled up the gravel.

After doing all this, muttering something silently in his mouth, and then waiting with full expectation...

There was another sound of chaotic footsteps at the door, and it seemed that many people came at once.The stone door of the main bedroom opened suddenly, and a group of people rushed in, led by Qin Ge, Xiao Renwang from Guixu Immortal Sect, Lu Qianyi and Zhou Chong from Fuyu Mountain Immortal Sect, and some people from Tianshitang.

When Qin Ge entered the door, he ignited the palm flame, and the flame flew towards the stone walls around the tomb. In an instant, all the braziers were ignited, and the huge middle room was as bright as day.

In the center of the main bedroom, a jade coffin is placed on a three-foot-high coffin platform, covered with pearls and jade, and decorated with emeralds. The beauty of the coffin is beyond comparison.And on the jade coffin was sitting cross-legged a blood-stained person, the scene was weird and a bit ridiculous.

Jun Fu was also very happy to see Qin Ge: "Old Qin, when did you wake up? We thought you would miss this good show."

Qin Ge walked up to the two of them, pointed to everyone and said, "Fortunately, I woke up in time, otherwise these idiots would still be guarding around the emperor's mausoleum, but the tomb robbers had already crawled into the tomb It's ridiculous that Si Huaijin's stubborn gang are still guarding outside."

Looking at the bloody corpses all over the floor, Zhou Chong stared at Fan Wenqiu, who was covered in blood, and couldn't believe his eyes: "Ye... Uncle Ye, did you kill these people?" Maybe he was too shocked, He stuttered involuntarily when he spoke.

Fan Wenqiu looked down at the crowd, with an indifferent expression: "They are making due sacrifices for the people of the three realms. When I get the Fumeng Qin, I will definitely destroy Qingqiu's monsters and avenge them."

Lu Qianyi yelled sharply: "Crazy, you are really crazy! The majestic master of the immortal sect would be bewitched by the monster and kill his own disciples. You would actually help the monster activate the last eye of the Blood Soul Formation!" .”

Fan Wenqiu snorted, "You know the Blood Soul Formation?" He booed at the crowd, "Quiet, listen, he's coming soon."

who?Who is coming?

But seeing a puff of red smoke rising from the place where the sacrifice was made, the smoke cleared, and a figure appeared in the sky, with a gray robe and red gauze, holding a guqin in his hand, it looked like Bai Changting.

Bai Changting bowed towards Fan Wenqiu and said, "Fumeng Qin Ling Bai Changting pays homage to my master. Thank you master for unblocking my power and allowing me to unite my Qin and spirit."

Strange expressions appeared on everyone's faces: Bai Changting is obviously the demon king and fox master of Qingqiu, when did he become the spirit of Fumengqin?The qin held in his hand is simple and beautiful. According to the ancient scrolls, the Fumeng qin was made by Emperor Fuxi. The body of the qin was made of the sacred wood of Mount Sumeru, and the whiskers of the Sihaizhou chi kiss were used as strings. The whole body of the qin presents a perfect shape of a banana leaf. .

Fan Wenqiu laughed loudly: "Fumengqin, Fumengqin, is this the Fumengqin that made all the immortals go crazy over a hundred years ago?" Dial, all with a bit of soul-stirring power.

It is impossible for a guqin to have such a perfect balance between its shape and its sound. The two are almost contradictory. You can’t have both. In order to present a better sound, the guqin in the three worlds has different shapes and lines. Focus on simplicity.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief: It's really Fu Mengqin? !

Fan Wenqiu proudly confessed everything: "When I inadvertently learned that the 'Blood Soul Formation' was an ancient sacrifice summoning technique of the Yaozu, Xiao Shu and I took the initiative to ask Ying to go to Shengjing to investigate this matter. Gongfu, Kunlun Ruins Xiao Zhongyuan also mentioned that the Fox Lord may be looking for Fumengqin in Bashan, which further verified my conjecture. I just found Bai Changting one step ahead of you. He disseminated the modified Shifang Fanghua score, also in order to find the predestined person in the fairy gate to complete the "Blood Soul Formation", and the spirit of the piano is one. I, Fan Wenqiu, am the master of the Fumengqin chosen by heaven! Hahaha !"

Lu Qianyi looked at Fan Wenqiu like a fool: "You believe everything he says? You never suspected that he lied to you? He just used you to complete the ceremony of the Blood Soul Formation."

Fan Wenqiu glared back at Fan Qianyi: "You think I'm stupid? Bai Changqing is his younger brother. If he is really Bai Changting, he will die in the Rishan Temple that day? The scores in Bai Changqing's hands are all fake. They have long regarded him as a traitor in Qingqiu. He has nowhere else to go but join me."

Xiao Zhongyuan shook his head slightly, feeling rather regretful: "Master Fan, the Blood Soul Formation uses blood as a matchmaker and spirit as a contract to form a master-servant contract with monsters from other worlds. The blood you just dripped into the wooden box But Bai Changting gave it to you? It's a pity that you only have a half-knowledge about the Blood Soul Formation, and your greed for Fu Mengqin made you not vigilant at all. The lives of five disciples."

An ominous premonition came to his mind, and Fan Wenqiu desperately tried to get rid of this terrifying thought that came to his mind, and almost shouted hoarsely: "Nonsense! It's all nonsense! You are just jealous that I have obtained Floating Dream Qin!" There was a murderous intent in his eyes: "No one will know that I killed the disciples in the sect, and the future history books will only record: Qingqiu Yaoshou killed everyone, Yaoguang sect master Fan Wenqiu Cracking the Blood Soul Formation, desperately protecting Fumengqin, it will shine in the annals of history, and its name will last forever!"

Seeing his crazy eyes, everyone involuntarily took a step back.In the battle between gods and demons tens of thousands of years ago, Mozun Houqing once brought Fu Mengqin to fight against Emperor Juntian. How can the power of Fu Mengqin be resisted by mortals?

Just suddenly, the Fumengqin in Fan Wenqiu's hand turned into a puff of white smoke and disappeared. Fan Wenqiu was shocked: "What's going on, what's going on? Bai Changting, Bai Changting..."