"And the opposite of white feathers is black ones?"
Even without mentioning Liang Yu, my heart is now in knots, and fine goose bumps are rising steadily.
Wu Jinlan's face was also pale as a sheet.
"Wind tight, let's go!" The old Gong, who was previously unsure of what to think about, decidedly spoke up.
The gentlemen's response was even quicker; they turned around and left without a moment's hesitation.
I stepped up my pace, my footsteps sounding extremely urgent.
Wu Jinlan's judgment was wrong!
Not only was there an issue with his judgment, but the information provided by Tiecha Mountain about this alchemist, as well as the problem of vitality on Huilong Mountain, were not reflected at all. There's a malevolent spirit here!
What does the malevolent spirit mean?
Sanmao Zhenjun was going to use the body to suppress it, and Juqu Mountain had to maintain the array for years!
Here, there is no corpse suppression!
Just letting a malevolent spirit lie in the coffin……
Even more so, he's actually refining elixirs!
Thinking about it a bit more, it becomes even more spine-chilling.
The "Spirit Horse Master" Daoist behind was none of them who came up, and Liu Tai Xuan had no reaction.
Even at the very end, I saw a few of them with disdainful expressions on their faces, as if looking down on us.
In no time, we quickly walked back to the position of that staircase.
But when we went up, the iron plate that was originally opened was completely sealed!
At the forefront was He Lin'an, who reached out to push the iron plate but suddenly let out a piercing, wailing cry and snapped his hand back with a force!
"It's hot!" He Lin'an quivered with sorrow.
His palm was bright red, and even because of the force exerted, the skin on the back of his hand had shifted, as if it had been burned.
"The little dwarf just came down," said the old Gong with a sinister tone.
"He indeed deliberately let us in... if it were just a regular group of people, they would have walked away without any problems. If it were people who took all the elixirs, he would have killed them directly, if he couldn't kill them, he would let them go and we would find our way here... damn it." Wu Jinlan was sweating profusely.
The iron plate had inscribed runes, and the old Gong couldn't climb up.
The intense heat prevented the gentlemen from daring to touch it.
I walked to the front and directly took out the Gao Tian Cudao and Gao Tian Jian, pushing the iron plate up with all my might!
As a result, even with my strength, the iron plate remained immovable……
"This is like catching a turtle in a jar; he won't let us go out. Who knows what's pressing on top? There might even be some mechanism..." Wu Jinlan's forehead was drenched in sweat, and his thoughts were moving faster in his eyes!
"Retreat!" I spoke firmly.
The gentlemen immediately retreated.
After stepping back a certain distance, I also moved down a few steps, gathered my strength, and then cast the Yang jing spell, striking the iron plate with the Gao Tian cudao with great force!
"Raise Thunder and Lightning, Cover a Thousand Miles!"
In the dull resonance, a tiny dent appeared on the iron plate!
A sharp pain shot through my hand, the skin and flesh torn, with blood oozing out...
A voice from the distance spoke calmly, "No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to open the door here."
It sounds like a cold middle-aged man.
"Greedy to the point of insatiability. You took the elixirs and read the books, but instead of leaving, you had to rob everything. Now, aren't you in trouble? Let's have you accompany the master." The voice echoed again, laced with sarcasm and condescension.
"Little fellow, let Grandpa Gong out. Otherwise, wait a while and see how you like it. This board cannot be pushed open. The immortals can dig holes. Wait until we skin your master and dig through here. You won't even have time to cry." Old Gong spoke slowly.
"The walls on both sides, once opened, will reveal mercury. After piercing the top, it will flood with fire oil, which contains a large amount of cinnabar and other anti-demonic substances. This is the master's means of restricting himself. He fears that one day his path might deviate, leaving us the chance to seal him off."
"You, this ghost, will not be able to escape."
"Their bones are decayed, you have been sealed here for years, enduring the depths of hell and the heat of flames!"
"Little dwarf? Haha, my heart is full of seven orifices and jade beads. Your ghost head has nothing but a mouth."
The indifferent voice echoed again, carrying a message that sent shivers up the listener's spine.
For a moment, everyone was silent.
"Feel the despair well, greedy and insatiable, you have entered hell."
A faint sound of footsteps could be heard, as if the person had moved away.
"Don't let them move the bodies." Large beads of sweat rolled down Wu Jinlan's cheeks.
The severity of the situation was palpable to everyone.
Old Gong's head darted swiftly in the direction they had come from!
My chest felt as if a stone was blocking it, making it hard to breathe.
This row, we are not arrogant.
It's just that Liu Tai Xuan is too stubborn.
If we don't come in, we can still think of ways to leave...
In the end, it's still greed?
Wu Jinlan and the others walked back, and I followed closely behind.
I still understand one thing.
In the end, it was still too big of an assumption. Old Gong's arrogance is not as obvious as Liu Tai Xuan's, but he thought the same way - that we could easily handle this place.
As a result, in someone else's territory, we were manipulated around and ended up walking into a trap ourselves.
Soon, we were back at the end of the coffin, standing in front of the position where the alchemical furnace stood.
The long table had been moved away, completely exposing the coffin that was less than one meter wide.
Several Spirit Horse Daoists were arranging themselves around the coffin, and the surface of the coffin was covered with a large number of thin red ropes. Tiecha Mountain is not purely a place for Spirit Horse Daoism; they practice a mix of scholarly Taoist arts and immortality practices.
Liu Tai Xuan and Zhang Zhiyi had confidence in their abilities.
Upon seeing us return, Liu Tai Xuan smiled faintly, and Zhang Zhiyi still maintained a friendly demeanor.
"It's good that Mr. Wu has returned. This time, we took the lead, but next time, it will be your turn," Zhang Zhiyi said.
"Untie these red cords, what about the lid? Where did you put the coffin lid?" Wu Jinlan's eyelids kept jumping.
The Spirit Horse Daoists did not pay any attention to Wu Jinlan.
"There's no need for you, Mr. Wu, to worry about this. We'll deal with the body ourselves. It's just about getting the elixir, a minor matter." Liu Tai Xuan waved his sleeve, indicating to Wu Jinlan to calm down.
"Old Gong is on my shoulder, and I look into the coffin. Through the fine red cords, I can clearly see a corpse."
This corpse is not long, at most one meter and six.
His facial features are very handsome. Although he is not young, his skin is delicate. The only problem is that his skin is too dark, as if dyed with ink.
There are some irregularly black feathers growing on his face, some on his cheekbones, some on his chin, and several on his forehead.
There are more black feathers on his neck, and his hand back is almost completely covered. However, he is wearing a white robe, which hides the rest of his body.
The chill deepened.
The degree of feathering is not as good as the Three Mao Zhenjun.
But the Three Mao Zhenjun is a feathery corpse of a yang god!
His feathering is not inferior to those great elders in the ancient Qiang city, or our late master...
The characteristics of the living corpse caused his chest to rise and fall slightly and evenly.
The slightly open mouth exhaled an unusual black mist, and the nostrils on both sides kept inhaling white mist...
The white mist was the scent of the elixir, and he was absorbing the aroma as he refined the elixir. What he didn't absorb was what spread out all around!
"Someone is outside, blocking the way out."
"The corpse is extremely ominous. It cannot be allowed to wake up! We must subdue it!" I spoke with determination.
"Luoxian Sheng, have you also learned to tell jokes? Not allowing us to move the Corpse Elixir?" Liu Tai Xuan stepped forward, blocking the path between me and the coffin!
