The other people frowned when they saw Cheng Jing taking down the lamp placed in the underground palace.
They have damaged the artifacts in the underground palace before, trying to find some clues, but every time, they faced attacks from agencies.
Over time, they will deliberately avoid those seemingly sophisticated things in the underground palace that are hiding traps. .
Although Cheng Jing is now unharmed, they are still worried that those mechanisms will launch unexpectedly.
They had faced such a thing before.
The damaged statue of a lady was fine within three moments, but it spewed poisonous smoke three moments away, catching them off guard.
The short and fat Taoist priest stepped forward, glanced around Cheng Jing defensively, and then asked, "Apprentice, what are you doing with the lamp?"
Cheng Jing dragged the lantern in front of the short and fat Taoist priest, and then said, "Master, do you think this is somewhat similar to the Qingming lantern?"
Upon hearing this, the skinny Taoist priest also came forward.
He picked up the lamp in Cheng Jing's hand and observed it carefully.
The more he looked at it, the more it seemed like it.
Then he cut his index finger, squeezed out a drop of essence and blood and dropped it on the lamp.
The bronze lamp instantly made a sizzling sound, evaporating the skinny Taoist priest's essence and blood.
The skinny Taoist priest carefully sensed for a moment, and then became hesitant again.
He did not sense the mark of his soul in this lamp.
But this lamp is indeed exactly the same as the Qingming lamp in his impression.
He looked at the blue flames above the lamp and fell into recollection.
I think that when Master was still alive, the dim yellow flame that represented the fireworks in the world was always burning in the Qingming Lantern.
When did the Qingming Lantern actually burn such an ominous flame?
I feel so sad.
At this time, the skinny Taoist priest was 99% convinced that this was the Qingming Lamp, but for some reason the lamp was not completely destroyed, but instead was subdued by evil spirits.
He handed the lamp to Cheng Jing again, and Cheng Jing took it smoothly.
He managed to squeeze out a drop of blood essence and drop it into the center of the flame, and then he saw the flame swallow up the blood essence, and wisps of bloody green smoke came out, with a fragrant smell, surrounding the tip of Cheng Jing's nose, making him He couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The others did not notice this, but Cheng Jing understood that this was another effect of the Qingming Lantern.
If the uncle were to know that the Qing Ming Lantern could burn essence and blood for people to practice, he would be the first to destroy the lamp, Cheng Jing thought.
At this time, the skinny Taoist priest who didn't notice this at all patted his nephew on the shoulder, sighed and said, "You should keep this lamp for now.
When we get out of the underground palace, we will discuss how to deal with it.
Maybe we can sacrifice it and refine it."
After a while, it can be restored to its original appearance.”
What the skinny Taoist said was extremely uncertain.
Anyone who has embarked on the path of cultivation understands how difficult it is to re-sacrifice a magical weapon that has had its nature changed, and Cheng Jing understands it even more.
If you want to refining the magic weapon, you must be more powerful than the original owner of the magic weapon, and is there anyone in their lineage who is more powerful than Chang Li?
So this is destined to be just wishful thinking.
The next journey was even more difficult, completely lacking the leisure they had just stepped into the tomb.
The short and fat Taoist priest said happily, "Tao You, it's a good thing that you didn't let your apprentice come in, otherwise it would be too unbearable for a little girl like a flower to be buried in this dark underground palace. " You Laodao snorted, "It's nothing for you to worry about."
Many people with advanced cultivation died in this underground palace.
Unexpectedly, You Laodao, who had a wretched appearance but average strength, managed to survive.
I have to say that he was somewhat lucky.
He drooled greedily when he thought of his numerous disciples who were as beautiful as flowers and jade outside the underground palace.
But at this time, he was trapped in the underground palace, and even his own life could not be saved, let alone the Wenxiang Nephrite for a while, so those daydreams could only be thought about.
What Chang Li held in the main tomb room was no longer a Taoist scripture, but a book of stories about love affairs between men and women.
His good son really knew how to guess people's hearts.
He thought that his father would be lonely in the underground palace, so he specially buried such things besides the Taoist scriptures.
Not to mention, although it is some unseemly stuff, it does have some literary talent, but the content is questionable.
But after all, Changli was a man who had gone through the storm, so he turned over the pages without changing his expression.
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In his eyes, those erotic and debauched plots were no different from those of serious Taoist spirits, and they also added a bit of fun.
He looked at the story in the storybook like a joke.
I was still thinking seriously about what he would write if he were one of those scholars who wrote storybooks.
In Changli's eyes, Cheng Jing's and his friends' experiences were like a dragonfly touching the water, not causing any waves at first.
Later, Cheng Jing met the big mouse again.
After enjoying the taste of living human flesh and blood, the big white mouse no longer acted cautiously at first.
It appeared arrogantly around Cheng Jing and the others, making no secret of its coveting of their flesh and blood. .
The skinny old man tried to stab the mouse several times, but he managed to escape cunningly.
After failing to succeed several times in a row, the mouse became more and more angry and impatient.
It's fine if it doesn't enjoy it, but it won't be possible to ask it to endure it after it has tasted the taste, so it is bound to gain the flesh and blood of this group of people.
After another narrow encounter, the big white mouse's tail was chopped off in half by the skinny old man.
The big white mouse, who was resentful of the skinny old man, quickly summoned a group of evil spirits and wanted to bury them completely in the underground palace.
Most of the evil spirits were accepted.
Others also gathered to watch the excitement.
The underground palace is boring, and these evil spirits who have opened their spiritual wisdom also want to have some fun.
A group of people facing the biggest crisis in history have come up with their best tricks.
They were so excited that they didn't feel the sudden improvement in Cheng Jing's strength.
In other words, even if they did, they were unable to detect it.
Cheng Jing held a lamp in one hand and a sword in the other.
The wind and thunder were still around him, sweeping away the circle of evil spirits around him.
The cold flames on the lamp were still burning arrogantly, as if they were completely unaware of Cheng Jing's predicament.
The Five Elements Token, the Wind and Thunder Order, the Liangyi Formation, the Mother and Child Gu, etc. were all used.
There was even a group of people who, when faced with the siege of evil spirits, burned the power of their essence and blood to respond to the enemy.
Essence and blood are the basis of the physical body.
Even if this Taoist can successfully leave the underground palace, his strength will be greatly reduced.
But at this time, life and death are still unclear, so these can only be forgotten.
The sharp squeaking sound sounded again, one of the big white mouse's claws was cut off, his small eyes turned red, and then his body suddenly expanded and he rushed over like this.
Seeing this, the skinny Taoist priest quickly stepped aside to let Cheng Jing behind him.
The unconscious big white mouse couldn't tell who was who, so he slammed into Cheng Jing's back
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