Volume 5 Sword Qi Jiuxiao 1112 The Tribulation of Flying Heads
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ming raised his hand and threw out a few talismans, and stuck them on the remains in a flash. After seeing that there was no restraint reaction at all, he really felt relieved.
He took a few steps forward, raised his arm, and grabbed the opponent's lower abdomen directly.
There was a "plop" sound.
His five fingers sank directly into it effortlessly. When he pulled it out again, three dark round beads the size of eggs suddenly appeared in his palm.
The surface of these beads is imprinted with densely packed tiny runes. As the aura flows erratically, the surrounding void is slightly distorted and deformed.
"Nine-turn Nether Cores, or three! This person was once a powerful master in the middle stage of Tongxuan!" Liu Ming's face was filled with joy.
According to his knowledge, after the You clan of Tongxuan Realm is incarnated, a Nine-turn Nether Core will be condensed on its own at the location of the spiritual sea in Dantian, which contains the essence of its life. Once its cultivation reaches the middle stage, two more will be born.
When it comes out, if it is in the late stage of Tongxuan, there will be six.
At this moment, the skin of the young man's body in front of him withered and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all the flesh and blood had disappeared. Then, with a "pop", it turned into little crystal lights and disappeared.
The generation of kings who once cultivated to Tongxuan finally disappeared from the world.
≌As the saying goes, all things are born in nothingness and return to nothingness. Even if you have cultivated to the occult level, as long as you have not reached the level of immortality, you will eventually fade out of history and be gradually forgotten by the world.
Liu Ming looked at the scene in front of him, slightly stunned, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Three huge beams of spiritual pressure instantly burst out from below and locked directly on Liu Ming.
Liu Ming's expression changed. He took the Nine-turn Nether Core and destroyed the real body of Huanghan. Apparently, he touched the reverse scales of the three Celestial Realm guard puppets below.
His thoughts turned to lightning, and he quickly put away the three Nine-turn Nether Cores in his hand. He pinched the Sword Technique in his other hand, and a purple sword light rolled out. After wrapping himself, it immediately turned into a ball of purple light and went upwards.
Shoot away.
There was a "boom"!
A ball of purple light penetrated the roof of the temple and shot out into the distance in a flash.
Almost at the same time as the purple light appeared, three blue rays of light shot out from the Huanghan Temple and chased Liu Ming in the direction of his escape.
The huge gray snowflakes that looked like dandelions filled the sky. The gray light on the surface condensed and turned into crystal ice cones. They rushed towards the four groups of escaping light from all directions.
…
Seven or eight days later.
Liu Ming was suspended high in the sky with his hands behind his back, looking at the endless gray desert sand in the distance, with a hint of contemplation on his face.
According to the map, less than half a day's journey ahead is the place where another king of You, "Shi Kun", once rested.
This ruins is different from the previous small snow-capped mountain temples that were desolate and cold. It is an extremely hidden underground ruins with a rather grand and complex internal structure.
Speaking of which, Shi Kun was once the You King of the Nether Void Realm. In the history of the Nine Nether Underworld, he could be regarded as a famous You King.
After recruiting many powerful people from the Nether Clan and managing this Netherland in an orderly manner, its power was unparalleled at that time.
However, he was not satisfied with the status quo. In the end, he resolutely launched a cross-domain war and wanted to annex other Nether Realms. However, when he was at the height of his popularity, he was suddenly defeated by a mysterious person. He then fled into the Nether Realm.
After that, the cross-region war naturally came to an end.
"It seems that King You is somewhat similar to the emperors in the mortal world. He has a lot of power, and he even built such a royal mausoleum for himself before he passed away." Liu Ming said to himself thoughtfully.
But having said that, he did not dare to underestimate this "underground royal mausoleum" in the slightest. The trip to Huanghan Temple a month ago ended up causing him a lot of suffering.
Fortunately, he had an idea at that time and cleverly used the air ban in the snow to transform into several phantom clones through the three-dimensional shadow, and then used the car trouble totem to hide his aura, and escaped the pursuit of two of the puppets. It was just the last one.
However, the puppet guard started chasing Liu Ming like a gangrene in his bones. He chased Liu Ming for a whole day and night, and could not get rid of him completely.
In desperation, he had no choice but to risk a fight with him, and finally, with the help of Shanhezhu and the Dragon and Tiger Underworld Skill, he completely killed him.
As a result, his mana was almost exhausted, so he found a hidden cave and practiced for three days before recovering.
But I got three Ninth Revolution Nether Cores, which are all worth it.
Liu Ming pursed his lips and continued to fly forward expressionlessly.
…
One day later.
In a deep and long dark hall, dozens of palm-sized ancient bronze lamps on both sides, the flames of pea-sized lamps flickered with faint light, preventing the hall from being completely dark.
Taking advantage of the light, you can vaguely see a platform about half a foot high deep in the hall. On the platform is a huge coffin as black as ink. The coffin is surrounded by a giant dragon as thick as a bucket and with horns on its head.
The giant dragon closed its eyes tightly and seemed to be sleeping.
At this moment, the lid of the coffin was opened at a corner, and the black air was lingering above it. It had been gathering for a long time, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside the coffin.
In front of the coffin, a vague figure stood, holding a roll of sapphire-colored bamboo slips and looking at it carefully.
On the frontmost piece of bamboo slips, there are three ancient You tribe characters "Ming Gu Jue" written in gold lacquer.
The figure is none other than Liu Ming.
This dim hall is the place where King You "Shi Kun" sat and died, and is the eighth underground floor of the royal tomb.
The first three floors of this royal mausoleum had been broken into before he entered, and the restrictions inside were almost completely destroyed, and now it has become a nest of ghosts.
Starting from the fourth floor, each floor has many strange and weird restrictions, such as the ghost soldier formation condensed in the dark sand, the restrictions filled with the aura of the dead, the phantom killing formation that plunges people into endless killing, etc.
Most of the restrictions have a considerable deterrent effect on the ghosts of the Nether Clan, but for Liu Ming, who is a human and has strong mental power, they did not cause any trouble.
The danger passed.
According to the map of Yinliu, this eighth floor is where Shi Kun's body is stored. The corpse dragon that has been sleeping for many years is entangled next to the coffin. Its cultivation level is no less than that of the Celestial Phantasm Realm. Therefore, when the Six Yins came here at that time,
I didn't provoke this ghost just for a copy of the Nether Bone Art that I didn't use.
Liu Ming, with the blessing of the secret technique of Chewen Totem in the Dacheng realm, did not wake up the corpse dragon and quietly took the contents of the coffin. Naturally, he was overjoyed.
"It seems that this Nether Bone Art is slightly different from the one I got from Qing Ling before." Liu Ming withdrew his consciousness from the bamboo slip in his hand and murmured.
Although he had only glanced at it briefly just now, he found that this complete book of magic books seemed to be a bit more mysterious.
After Liu Ming put away the bamboo slips, he looked at the coffin again, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
According to Yinliu, this royal tomb has nine floors. It is said that the ninth floor contains a large number of real treasures that Shi Kun brought to the death of King You. The entrance should be under the coffin.
However, Yinliu clearly marked it on the map. Even if you have cultivated to Tongxuan, don't try to step into the ninth level.
Now that he has not found the entrance to the ninth floor, and has obtained a complete set of the Nether Bone Art, he naturally no longer wants to risk his life.
Next, Liu Ming did not stay here, but left this dark palace and returned the same way.
He was already well aware of the endless restrictions imposed by King You's Shang, so he was careful along the way and had no intention of exploring other places.
More than ten days later, Liu Ming safely returned to the entrance to the huge black valley in the center of Youwang's Death.
There was no one at the valley entrance at this moment, and the Yinliu did not appear.
Calculating the time, it was still far away from the agreed three months. After Liu Ming thought for a while, he simply placed a few restrictions in a secluded corner at the entrance of the valley, sat down cross-legged, and took out the Secret Bone Art.
Take a closer look.
Before, he only looked at it in general, but now, he began to understand the eleventh level of skills in detail.
His cultivation level has reached the middle stage of the true elixir after being empowered by the spiritual power of the cage. As long as he can understand and penetrate the eleventh level of the Nether Bone Art, it should be a matter of course.
Just when he was meditating on the Bone Art with closed eyes, a faint black energy suddenly appeared on a soul-nurturing bag on his waist, and there were countless black runes faintly swaying in and out of it, which looked extremely mysterious.
Suddenly, an anxious neighing sound came from the soul-nurturing bag.
Liu Ming suddenly opened his eyes and made a hand seal.
A ball of black air flew out from the soul-nurturing bag, and after a moment of condensation, Fei'er's figure appeared.
Liu Ming looked at Fei'er in front of him and his face was startled.
At this moment, Fei'er has transformed into Fei'er's body. There are nine heads in total, one big, one big, eight small, and there are countless dense dark red blood streaks on them. They look like fine meridians, emitting bursts of blood.
Two red flames appeared in the eyes of the Flying Skull Lord, and bursts of anxious neighing came from his mouth.
"Fei'er, have you already..." Liu Ming felt the rising aura fluctuations on Fei'er's body, and a look of surprise and joy appeared on his face.
At this moment, there was a dull thunder in the sky above the valley, and dark clouds of calamity quickly appeared in the originally dark sky.
Soon, electric snakes scurried wildly in the thunder clouds, and the sound of thunder spread far away. Waves of violent wind swept down, rolling up gravel and hitting it in the valley.
The pressure of the calamity cloud was getting lower, and the dazzling electric snake was moving faster and faster, as if it would strike from the sky at any time.
A crazy look suddenly appeared in Feitou's eyes. After the black energy rolled around his body, he flew directly out of the restriction and let out a provocative roar at the calamity clouds in the sky.
"I originally thought that Xie'er would be the first to overcome the thunder tribulation, but I didn't expect that Fei'er would take the first step this time..."
Liu Ming stood there without moving, looking up at the flying head in the sky, couldn't help but mutter a few words to himself, and released his consciousness to monitor the surrounding situation at all times.
Although there was not a single living thing nearby except for the dark rocks, Liu Ming still refused to relax due to his temperament. He pinched the sword in his hand, and with a flash of purple light, the Ku Lun Sword flew out and hovered above his head.
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