Mythical Invasion of the Heavens

Chapter 314 Behind the Bronze Door
The inside of the cave is smooth and tidy, like a knife carving.

Corpse aura took shape, with a touch of black, lingering in the cave, turning into a grimace from time to time, attacking the three of them.

These are all resentments generated by the corpse, attached to the corpse's aura.

The corpse raising place keeps the corpse, and the corpse gas is continuously produced by the corpse, and the corpse gas is fed back to the corpse raising place to achieve a cycle.

The soul in the corpse can only be imprisoned, and cannot escape.

These souls will turn into all kinds of things to attack the intruders, and the body of resentment is the simplest one, which can be easily dealt with.

When Lin Yuan took out the withered bone sword, Mr. Hu and the old Taoist were quite surprised.

Storage treasures are common, but the two wanted to find out which thing on him was the storage treasure, but they couldn't find it.

Repelling the corpses of resentful souls along the way, a bronze door stands at the end of the cave.

There are two doorknobs on the bronze door, one on the left and one on the right, in the shape of two lions holding the knocker, which is lifelike.

The old Taoist priest and Mr. Tiger stopped.

Lin Yuan could feel the strong coercion coming from this door, as if they would be crushed in the next moment, if not for his mental strength, he might kneel down.

"There is an authentic Taoist circle on the door."

The old Taoist carefully opened the brocade bag at his waist, and took out a wooden dagger from it.

When it was taken out, the wooden sword emitted white light, and a faint beam of light shot from the tip of the sword to the bronze door, and then gradually disappeared in the air.

Lin Yuan watched the wooden sword return to normal, the old Taoist heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly asked, "What does this mean?"

The old Taoist didn't speak, just took out the eight-handled wooden sword from the storage bag again, and muttered to himself: "I hope I can get something that satisfies me this time, otherwise I will suffer a lot."

Eight of the nine wooden swords are placed flat in eight directions, with the sword tips facing outwards.

The last handle went straight into the center of the range surrounded by the eight swords, and went deep into the ground, leaving only the hilt outside.

Immediately afterwards, the old Taoist muttered something, and the eight wooden swords floated up.

"Unexpectedly, this old Taoist knows how to break the formation." Mr. Hu's eyes showed surprise. Even though he didn't know the formation, he could see that the old Taoist had to use a special method to open the door of the formation.

Lin Yuan looked up and down the bronze door.

Except for a little rust, there are no traces of the formation. Of course, this has something to do with him being a formation novice.

Eight wooden swords flew up and pierced into eight different positions of the bronze door. It was unimaginable that the wooden sword could penetrate the bronze door like cutting tofu.

After the stabbing, the bronze door vibrated, the ninth wooden sword in front of the old Taoist trembled, and eight white rays of light shot out from the hilt, connecting the eight wooden swords.

The ninth sword was slowly pulled out, and a gap gradually opened at the bronze door.

The higher the degree of pull-up, the greater the expansion of the door gap.

It wasn't until the ninth wooden sword was completely pulled out that the bronze door burst open with a deafening sound.

The root of the wooden sword shattered, and before the old Taoist was happy, the bronze door emitted a bright white light.

The two lions holding the door knocker condensed into a tall black lion with the help of the majestic corpse energy in the air, standing in front of the three of them.

"There are traps in this formation!"

The old Taoist woke up, but it was too late.

What they had to face were two ghouls with a gathering of corpse aura. The lion guarding the gate had a certain evil aura. Combined with its own corpse aura, it was enough to counter most of the characters.

"Roar--"

When Mr. Tiger saw two lions, he roared and attracted the attention of the two lions.

One lion raised its front paw and slapped it down hard, while the other pounced on the old Taoist priest, opened its big mouth, and bit down hard.

Lin Yuan turned the withered bone sword into the Huangquan sword, quickly raised the sword with his backhand, drew the sword Qi and the cross blade, two different sword lights quickly cut towards the lion's head, made a sizzling sound, and branded two sword marks.

Corpse Qi surged, and the wound healed immediately.

"It's useless. This kind of energy-formed thing can only be consumed slowly unless it is killed with one blow."

Mr. Tiger's arms turned into long-haired beast claws. As a demon cultivator, his best skill is melee combat.

The lion's paw with the corpse aura slapped it, and Mr. Tiger punched out a big hole in the middle of the paw. Although the lion recovered in a second, the body formed by the corpse aura became much smaller.

The old Taoist escaped from another lion's attack, swung his whisk, and thousands of silk threads pierced through the lion's body, continuously shuttling through its body, and the consumption of corpse energy decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Yuan knew that the sword attack would not work, so he stabbed the lion with his sword again.

At the same time, use the sword body itself to turn the lingering corpse energy into your own use, slowly increase the power of the blood, and indirectly increase the gift.

It's a pity that the two lions don't have souls, so the Ghost Swallowing Technique can't be used.

Otherwise, such a huge body energy would be enough to increase his gifts to more than ten percent.

After hard work, the size of the two huge corpse aura lions began to gradually shrink, and the corpse aura contained in them was continuously consumed, and finally turned into two iron rings.

Looking at the bronze door again, the iron ring held in the lion's mouth has long since disappeared.

The old Taoist stepped forward to pick it up, and the iron ring was densely tattooed with incantations. It was a magic method he had never seen before, and he handed it to Mr. Hu. After seeing it, Mr. Hu shook his head, also not knowing what kind of magic it was. .

The mana in the body was poured in, and the iron ring cracked and shattered.

"That's the only thing for the gatekeeper, and the magic circle is secondary." The old Taoist said heartbroken: "It's a waste of my broken formation sword."

"No waste, we still can't get in without breaking the formation."

Mr. Tiger laughed and his limbs returned to normal human appearance.

Listening to the two chatting, Lin Yuan looked at the dark space inside the bronze door, always feeling a sense of threat lingering around him.

Eighteen caves, plus No. 19 well water, created the cave village.

It is not known whether the No. 19 well was built by people from the cave village, or whether it was built by an insider for a certain purpose.

The three of them stepped into the bronze door slowly, and a faint green light radiated from the edge of the deep corridor.

It was so quiet, Lin Yuan felt that it was a supernatural ability to build such a large barrier and stone mountain under this land.

The old Taoist priest studied the structure of the corridor. The entire coffin-like stone mountain is like a cave extending in all directions, containing a huge corpse aura. If it is a ghost cultivator or someone who can use the corpse aura to cultivate, he will definitely take it as his own. .

But in this way, a new problem was born, and there are many ghost cultivators in the world, it is impossible that no one found it here.

The city lord of this county has repeatedly recruited strong people from outside to point out the existence of corpse aura.

It is very strange that no ghost cultivator showed up to take on this task.

"Perhaps even ghost cultivators know how dangerous this place is..."

The veteran at the front stopped, looked ahead and said involuntarily.

Broken white bones are everywhere, randomly piled up on one side, scattered on the other side, just looking at it makes one's heart chill.

There are also decayed artifact fragments, frames and other residues on the ground.

It is enough to prove that the bones on the ground are all monks. It can be seen from the many remaining magic tools that ghost cultivators are the majority. This land must be a terrifying place passed on by word of mouth, so there are no ghost cultivators. Take this task to solve the things here.

(End of this chapter)