As time goes by, Cheng Jing's difficult situation slowly improves.
He no longer hesitated to resist Chang Li's attack, no longer tried his best to calculate the use of every ounce of skill, and no longer cared about how to save his life under Chang Li's fierce sword power.
He began to resist Chang Li's sword moves with ease, looking for Chang Li's flaws and counterattacking.
The sweet and fishy smell in the tomb was so strong that it was suffocating.
They surrounded Cheng Jing and crazily penetrated Cheng Jing's body.
Cheng Jing felt that his chest was faintly hot, and his body was filled with heat.
As if there is endless strength.
His moves with the sword became more and more fierce, and his gaze on the sword became more and more intelligent.
In a duel, he even cut the hem of Chang Li's clothes.
Cheng Jing knew that there must be something else supporting him in this tomb.
Perhaps this power that supported him was the sealing circle left by the ancestor.
When Chang Li's sword cut through the dark air and illuminated a dim tomb, Cheng Jing could clearly see that the vermilion seals that were originally all over the tomb were so faint that it seemed as if they had never existed. , he immediately realized that the sweet and fishy air was actually converted from the cinnabar seal.
At this time, he heard Chang Li's faint voice, "What, do you understand?"
Cheng Jing had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Aren't you asking me what happened to the emperor and what happened to the Taoist priests?
I can answer you now.
The emperor died suddenly on the dragon throne.
And the Taoist priests died in this tomb."
His voice was a little hoarse, but there was deep disgust hidden in it.
"You haven't been looking for these cinnabar patterns.
Then do you know what the cinnabar patterns are made of?"
Chang Li sneered, "It was drawn with the blood of Taoist priests."
"That day, the Taoist priest banned me, so I let all the Taoist priest's blood drain and pour it into the underground palace above.
Then, I activated the sealing formation and fell into a deep sleep.
And that Taoist priest is none other than you.
Yu Qingdao’s people.”
At this moment, Chang Li's joking eyes showed unabashed sarcasm, "Why, you don't seem surprised at all?"
Cheng Jing felt a sense of nausea spread from his stomach to his throat, making him want to vomit.
Could it be that the aura that just entered his body was the ancestor's blood?
Chang Li smiled softly again, and this laughter was full of malice, "When your ancestor carved this cinnabar formation, it cost the lives of a thousand boys.
If I kill your ancestor, it will just happen.
It's just right that he was buried with the innocent boys who took their lives.
The cycle of karma and good and evil will be rewarded.
This can be regarded as a merit.
Now you can tell me whether your ancestor is evil or evil.
I am evil" Cheng Jing took a breath, the lives of a thousand boys, why on earth did his ancestor do this?
Even if Changli made a huge mistake and wanted to be eliminated, he shouldn't have consumed so many innocent people. life.
Chang Li withdrew his sword and stood at the other end of the group.
Without the reflection of the sword light, his expression was submerged in the darkness and he could no longer see anything.
"Do you still remember the story I told you?"
You think I made that up?"
The wide hem of his clothes was blown by the cold wind, making a rustling sound.
The chill in Cheng Jing's heart became deeper and deeper.
He really didn't believe the story told by Changli at that time, but now Changli told him that the story was true, and the initiator was the ancestor of their lineage.
He couldn't believe it, but he knew that Changli didn't do it this time.
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Lie to him.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "Why would the Patriarch be willing to sacrifice the lives of thousands of boys to ban you?
Is it because you have committed a heinous crime?
The Patriarch has to use this method to get rid of you to prevent you from harming the world."
Chang Li smiled faintly, and this time there was a hint of desolation in the laughter, "How can the body of an emperor be so easy to seal?
If I hadn't used the sin of slaughtering thousands of innocent people to cover up the merits of my more than ten years in charge of the country, you I thought your ancestor could succeed.”
Cheng Jing fell into silence again.
The rest of the people listened to this secret story of the sect and didn't know what to say for a while.
They even forgot that they had one foot on the edge of hell.
Instead, they listened to the gossip with relish.
They could listen to this before they died.
Returning is considered complete.
Not to mention the joy of this group of people, the two successors of Yu Qingdao, the skinny old Taoist and the short and fat Taoist priest, listened to the conversation between these two people with great surprise.
There were some vague guesses in their minds, but they were far less shocking than the truth that came out of Chang Li's mouth.
Could it be that the founder was really in political prison back then and committed such evil deeds?
They didn’t believe it.
How could someone who could pass on such a pure and peaceful Taoism be such a villain?
Although he didn't believe it in his heart, Cheng Jing still resisted the sweet and fishy mist that penetrated into his body.
However, these mist did not care about Cheng Jing's thoughts at all.
They swarmed into Cheng Jing's body, making Cheng Jing feel The injury has fully recovered.
At this time, what Cheng Jing didn't notice was that the vermilion mark on the ground had completely dissipated.
Suddenly, a violent vibration came from deep underground.
There were many large holes on the ground, and even the roof of the tomb was shaken open.
Pieces of bricks fell from the top and hit the ground, even Cheng Jing was affected.
The sudden appearance of this scene made Cheng Jing stunned.
He subconsciously looked at Changli and saw the man standing under a ray of skylight.
His black clothes were covered with scratches.
It turns out that in the battle just now, he was not as calm as he appeared.
It wasn't until the crack appeared at Cheng Jing's feet that he realized that he couldn't stay here any longer.
He subconsciously wanted to step forward and hold Changli, but Changli's figure stepped back, and then suddenly appeared on the big black coffin.
Chang Li disappeared into the darkness again, with his back to Cheng Jing.
The sword in his hand turned into dust and dissipated in the air.
Wherever you come from, go back.
He raised the corners of his lips, revealing a smile of unknown meaning.
Then he pinched the secret in his hand, and a wave of purification appeared in front of him and fell on the four coffin keepers.
The coffin keepers had been strictly following Chang Li's orders and did not make any attacks on those who suddenly appeared in the main tomb.
They just looked at Chang Li quietly and watched him scold Fang Qiu, just like many years ago.
It's the same as in the imperial palace.
A voice with exclamation sounded, "Wake up."
The turbidity in the eyes of the four coffin keepers slowly dissipated, and clarity returned little by little.
They stared blankly at the still dignified and indifferent man in front of them, and knelt down again, "Greetings to Your Majesty."
Chang Li was silent for a long time, and then sighed quietly, "Let's go to reincarnation."
These four people all showed expressions of relief.
His Majesty returned and they left.
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