"Absorbing human essence and blood, there is no other way than practicing evil arts!"
"So if what Xiaolan said is true, your ancestor must be practicing an extremely evil technique."
Jiang Ning said again.
Hearing this, Lin Qingzhu was stunned.
Are Lin's ancestors practicing evil arts?
this……
How could she, as a descendant of the Lin family, accept this?
Seeing the pain on Lin Qingzhu's face, Jiang Ning took Lin Qingzhu's hand.
"Okay, honey, stop thinking about it now!"
"Anyway, after tomorrow, we will meet your ancestors!"
"As for what the situation is, I will definitely find out and give you an explanation."
Listening to what Jiang Ning said, Lin Qingzhu nodded silently.
In this way, Jiang Ning first arranged "Xiaolan" in the guest room.
In order to ensure Xiaolan's safety, Jiang Ning asked her to sleep in Lin Qingzhu's room temporarily, while Jiang Ning stayed alone in his own room.
Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Ning held the pebble that exuded "spiritual power" in his hand.
His head was spinning rapidly.
"strangeness!"
"How come this old Lin has such a stone that emits spiritual power? Where does this stone come from?"
"Also, how could Lin's ancestors suck the blood of living people? What's going on with all this?
"It seems that only after tomorrow, when we meet the ancestors of the old Lin family, will everything be revealed!"
…
The night is very dark!
At the very back of Lin's castle, there is a sealed training room.
Only a figure in black robes was seen, sitting motionless with his legs crossed.
His head was bare and he held a rosary in his hand.
He is none other than Yang Taisui, the number one black monk in the world on the martial arts ranking list.
But at this moment, Yang Taisui looked solemn and kept shouting: Amitabha, Amitabha!
In front of the black monk is a huge coffin!
Around the coffin, candles were lit.
The coffin is made of bronze!
On the coffin, twisted runes were carved one after another.
Black monk.
coffin.
Fire candle.
Such a strange scene really makes people feel weird and thought-provoking.
Just when the black monk was silently chanting "Amitabha", suddenly, indescribable gloomy blood energy emitted from the coffin!
The scarlet blood steamed out from the bottom of the coffin, filling the entire secret room with an endless smell of blood in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, the coffin lid made a cracking sound at this moment.
As the sound came, the coffin lid was slowly pushed open...
A skeletal claw suddenly grabbed the edge of the bronze coffin... As the skeletal claw appeared, a mummy slowly sat up from the coffin.
This mummy has no skin and flesh all over its body!
But it's alive!
Because his two eyes were still moving gurglingly.
As the mummy slowly sat up straight, his joints made a clicking sound.
He held his skull head high, and the moment he sat up straight, a death aura emanated from his body.
"It's finally time for the second level of my "Underworld Art"!"
The mummy suddenly opened its mouth and spoke indistinct words.
The black monk, with his hands clasped together and chanting "Amitabha", looked at the mummy but said nothing.
After the mummy said those words, his body slowly walked out of the bronze coffin.
As he walked out, it could be seen that he was not tall.
The dry bones all over his body looked particularly strange under the candlelight.
"Thirty years!"
"My body has completely withered long ago. If it weren't for the "Yellow Spring Netherworld Jue" handed down from my ancestors, I would have become a pile of loess and buried underground!"
The mummy raised its head and sighed.
"Hei Monk, do you think I did something wrong?"
Suddenly, the mummy turned its head and looked at the black Yang Taisui, the number one in the world.
The black monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at the mummy in front of him.
This mummy turned out to be Lin Yuantu, the ancestor of the Lin family!
"There is no right or wrong in the world, but it is difficult for a poor monk to judge! The only thing the poor monk knows is that people in the world are afraid of death. This is normal!"
"It's just that this "Yellow Spring Netherworld Jue" relies on sucking the essence and blood of living people to nourish the body. This is a witchcraft!"
Hearing what the black monk said, the mummy chuckled strangely.
"You are right!"
"This technique has been called a forbidden technique since the first generation of our ancestors of the Lin family. Even in the hidden world, our ancestors did not allow us to practice this technique!"
"But I... don't want to die, I can't die, let alone pass away so soon."
"So, I must live!"
"I want to enter the hidden world, and I want to follow the footsteps of my ancestors..."
The mummy suddenly screamed.
The black monk lowered his head and said: "Amitabha!"
"No matter what, thank you for guarding the old Lin family for me all these years!"
"Now, my "Underworld Art" has reached the second level. As for the promise you made to our ancestors of the Lin family back then, you have already fulfilled it!"
"Now, whether you want to go or stay, I won't stop you anymore!"
The mummy spoke slowly.
The black monk slowly raised his head: "Yes, I, Yang Taisui, have indeed paid off the debt that should be repaid!"
The mummy said nothing.
He slowly climbed out of the coffin and walked towards the front of the secret room step by step.
After he reached the front of the secret room, he waved his right hand, and a burst of true energy appeared. With a click, a skylight above the secret room was directly opened. A ray of moonlight shot in from the skylight, shining on the mummy. Then a strange situation happened.
Already.
As the moonlight shone on the body of this mummy, the body began to slowly change in an instant. At the same time, the hands and feet began to grow flesh!
By the end, even the hair and muscles had grown.
In less than an instant, the mummy turned into an old man!
Look at this old man again, he looks about 50-60 years old!
His face was ruddy, and except for his sparse silver hair, it was completely difficult to connect him with the mummy just now!
Facing this strange scene, even the black monk Yang Taisui was slightly shocked.
I saw that after the mummy recovered into a little old man, he happily touched the flesh and skin on his body.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"did you see it?"
"This "Underworld Nether Art" can indeed regenerate bones and extend people's lifespan!"
It turns out that Lin Yuantu in front of me is 126 years old!
As early as thirty years ago, his body had completely withered and died!
However, he was unwilling to do so!
He doesn't want to die!
Therefore, he began to practice the "forbidden method" passed down by the ancestors of the old Lin family, "Yangquan Netherworld Jue".
It was also because of this "Underworld Nether Art" that he lived for nearly thirty years longer...
During these thirty years, he has been practicing non-stop, and finally reached the second level!
However, even if he reaches the second level of "Underworld Nether Art", he can only extend his life by a few years... So, he wants to live, he wants to enter the hidden world!
Because, it is rumored that in the Hidden Sect world, people's lifespan can be extended indefinitely as their cultivation level increases.
It's just that the hidden world only opens once every sixty years, and it's still three years before it opens.
So he must stay alive and wait for the hidden door world to open!