Chapter 291 Transformation Between Life and Death

Seeing the "Boundary of Life and Death", Meng Qi quickly took out the black fur. The strange symbols and patterns on it had been connected into an incomplete map under the annotations of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Many places and routes were incomplete, and only two roads were still complete, both leading to the core of the mausoleum.

At the very beginning of the map, the content written in ancient characters was:

"Boundary of Life and Death."

Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu did not recognize the strange symbols and patterns before, but the ancient characters that were transformed after the annotations of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the two of them barely recognized the part. As for Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan, they were completely in the dark and experienced the feeling of illiteracy - Meng Qi had no place to learn ancient characters before, and after joining the Six Gates, he had no time to learn.

Next to the four seal characters of "Boundary of Life and Death", a passage was written in tiny characters: "Those who cross the bridge will die, and those who leave will live."

"Will you die if you cross the bridge?" After listening to Jiang Zhiwei's explanation, Meng Qi was a little confused. If you don't cross the bridge, how can you enter the mausoleum? How can you find the secret of Zhenwu's suspected tomb and start the next part of the mission?

Moreover, the routes marked on the map are all behind the boundary of life and death.

"It must be something else." Ruan Yushu said calmly while holding the Qifengqin.

Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "Since we are already here, we can't stop at the door. Anyway, you are ready to use the 'green lamp in front of the Buddha' at any time. If it's not right, we will directly interrupt and return. Let's see what 'those who pass by will die' means."

This is really a typical Jiang Zhiwei character... Meng Qi complained in his heart and felt that it could only be like this.

Qi Zhengyan didn't speak all the time, looking at the front and back of the iron lock. It was gloomy and dark there. Even if everyone opened their eyes, they couldn't see clearly, as if they were blocked by fog, or they were separated by yin and yang forever.

Meng Qi concentrated half of his energy on the green lamp in front of his chest, holding the "Heaven's Wound", and walked through the boundary marker first and stepped onto the iron chain bridge.

The long sword jumped with lightning and circled around him, making Meng Qi look like the god of thunder.

Jiang Zhiwei walked side by side with him, Ruan Yushu lagged behind, and Qi Zhengyan was responsible for the rear. Although the four of them did not speak, they had a tacit understanding and a clear division of labor.

The iron chain bridge swayed with a creaking sound, but there was nothing special about it. No ghosts or spirits appeared, and it did not collapse directly.

Meng Qi felt quite strange. Could it be that "those who pass through will die, and those who leave will live" was false?

Suddenly, he found that his body temperature was slowly but firmly dropping, his heartbeat slowed down involuntarily, his blood flow seemed to be sticky, and his own yang vitality was shrinking inward, as if it was about to condense into a "seed".

Even with such a wonderful change, Meng Qi's true qi circulation, physical strength and flexibility did not decline at all, his mind was still clear, his soul was clear, his spiritual sense did not sense any danger, and the green lamp in front of the Buddha burned slowly, without any abnormality.

He spread his spirit and immediately found that Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan all had slowed heartbeats, and a gloomy meaning emanated from their bodies, like dead people better than living people!

"Did you feel it?" Meng Qi asked. He was startled as soon as he said it. His voice was full of yin energy, as if it floated out of the underworld.

Jiang Zhiwei nodded habitually, looked at Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan, and said: "Same, but I don't feel any damage to my body. Could it be that the 'death' in the death of the dead refers to the false death of the physical body?"

"Many big figures seek ways to live forever after death." Ruan Yushu suddenly spoke, her voice was already cold, and now it became even more gloomy.

"Through this kind of life and death conversion, conceal the secrets of heaven?" Jiang Zhiwei has also read similar information.

Meng Qi said thoughtfully: "It seems that the Great Emperor Zhenwu once prepared it for himself..."

The iron chain bridge is not long, and the four people walked across it quickly. As soon as they stepped on the mud on the opposite side, Meng Qi felt that his last weak heartbeat completely stopped, the blood stopped flowing, and the body temperature disappeared. There was no difference from a dead person, but the circulation of true qi was no different. In some strange way that Meng Qi could not understand, it was connected to the external qi, and supported the body instead of blood.

After careful sensing, Meng Qi found that his yang energy and vitality had not really disappeared, but had completely shrunk to the center of his eyebrows, condensing into a "seed" as small as a mustard seed, which expanded and contracted rhythmically to keep his body from rotting.

Meng Qi's heart moved, trying to comprehend a little mystery of this change, which must be of infinite use.

"If others see us, I'm afraid they will think we are the product of corpse transformation." He relied on the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art to record the changes in the details of his body, and then moved his limbs without feeling his strength decline.

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan, and laughed inexplicably.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Zhiwei asked in confusion.

Looking at her with a gloomy and pale face, and then looking at Ruan Yushu with long hair and white clothes, Meng Qi held back his laughter: "Nothing, nothing."

This is simply acting in A Chinese Ghost Story!

In case they ask, Meng Qi takes out the black fur again and considers which road to choose. One is the leftmost and the other is the rightmost. Both are winding and pass through tombs.

"Choose the left. There are more places on the right marked as 'dangerous places, need to detour'." Meng Qi decided the route with a simple principle.

Jiang Zhiwei and others had no objection. Anyway, if something is wrong, they will interrupt and return.

Stepping into the foggy place, the cold wind blew, as if drilling into the body, eliminating vitality. Meng Qi's true energy flowed, blocking them and moving forward to the leftmost.

After walking for a while, he saw a big door with various tomb-guarding beasts painted on it, but it was not closed, but half-closed!

"Has someone come in before?" Meng Qi frowned in confusion.

Qi Zhengyan pointed to the hidden place beside the door: "There are footprints."

Looking closely, there are pairs of shallow footprints on the edge covered by the gloomy fog, it seems that more than one person came!

Meng Qi tightened his right hand holding "Heaven's Wound": "Perhaps the variables inside are greater than we imagined, we must be careful."

When Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu nodded, he pushed open the door first. In front of him was a long corridor with blue bricks on the ground and lifelike murals on the walls, all describing a strong man suppressing various evil demons.

This strong man sometimes wears a black robe, wears a Pingtian Emperor crown, and holds a tortoise and snake long sword. Sometimes he wears a water-sealed suit, a silk belt, and hemp shoes. His face is thin, he looks middle-aged, and his majesty is obvious.

"Zhenwu Emperor." Ruan Yushu said concisely.

In today's world, the image of Zhenwu Emperor is attached to various myths and legends, which is quite different from this.

Meng Qi looked at the mural and sighed, "As expected of the Nine Heavens Demon Slayer."

The four slowed down their pace and tried to find clues in the mural. They found that most of the contents were related to suppressing the evil spirits and ghosts in the Nine Netherworld, and the rest were about exorcising demons and eliminating evil.

"In ancient times, the Nine Netherworld was really a scourge to the human world." Jiang Zhi sighed.

At the end of the corridor was a tomb, which was very spacious, as big as a yard, but it was empty, with only a black coffin placed in the middle.

The lid of the coffin was overturned on the side, as if the dead inside had crawled out!

Meng Qi's scalp was slightly numb, and the silver-white electric snake of "Heaven's Wound" jumped more violently.

"There is Ganoderma lucidum there." Qi Zhengyan was the first to discover that between the coffin and the ground, a fist-sized Ganoderma lucidum had grown tenaciously. It was different from the others. It had a layer of grayish-white color on the surface, and a trace of yin energy rose up, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a moment and said, "It looks like the Ganoderma Lucidum, but it's a little different. It may be highly poisonous. It's at least a hundred years old."

"No matter if it's highly poisonous or not, it's all for good deeds, so what's there to be afraid of?" Meng Qi thought very open-mindedly, carefully approached the coffin, unsheathed the Ziwu, and gently picked it up, and the Ganoderma Lucidum fell into Ruan Yushu's hands.

At this time, he saw six ancient seal characters engraved on the bottom of the coffin.

Jiang Zhiwei walked side by side with him, and immediately read out:

"Got this fate, and returned here!"

An inexplicable chill rose in everyone's heart. Was this a curse or a prophecy?

Suddenly, a gray hand stretched out from the mud beside the coffin and grabbed Meng Qi's ankle fiercely.

The five fingers of the palm formed a mysterious seal, and there were endless changes between movement and stillness.

With this grab, the entire tomb suddenly burned with dark green fire, which spread silently and condensed near the gray palm, locking Meng Qi's evasive route.

Meng Qi had just experienced the incident with the Immortal Life and Death Sect, and was very wary of something that suddenly emerged from the ground, so he was not caught off guard. He kicked hard, flew into the air, turned over and slashed with a long knife.

Ruan Yushu played the piano with his right hand, and the clear sound echoed in the tomb, like the evening drum and morning bell, like the sound of Buddhist scriptures, and the yin energy was dispersed, and a shrill groan came from the ground.

A figure drilled out, with his palm upward, trying to fight against Tian Zhishang.

At this time, Qi Zhengyan swung out the ice-melted dragon-patterned red gold sword, and a cold light flashed, freezing the figure's feet to the ground. The ice layer was crystal clear, reflecting the flowing colors, and quickly melted under the burning of the Yin Green Fire.

Taking this opportunity, Jiang Zhiwei's Baihong Piercing the Sun Sword pierced out just right, pointing directly to the center of the eyebrows, sweeping away the residual souls, the sword light was condensed, and the death was sinister.

The attacker's feet were frozen for a moment, and his figure slowed down. Meng Qi finally saw his appearance clearly. He was white-haired, wrinkled, and weak. He looked like he was dead and alive, which made him feel strangely familiar.

The attacker roared, swung his left fist, and the dark flames were generated from his shoulder, burning all the way to the fist. The flames jumped and burned silently, blocking Jiang Zhiwei's sword.

Jiang Zhiwei's Yama Tie originally won with speed and momentum, but the opponent was close to the dead, not affected by the spirit, and the moves seemed to be random without thinking, and actually blocked it!

At the same time, Meng Qi's Tianzhishang slashed, and the knife was like a tide, rolling forward, and it was endless.

The tide was all transformed by lightning, silver and white, and the attacker changed his right hand into a fist and hit the blade directly, without fear of thunder!

Pah! Almost at the same time, two clear sounds were heard, and Jiang Zhiwei's long sword and Meng Qi's Tianzhishang were blocked.

The electric snake suddenly surged, covering the attacker, causing a trace of black air in his body to evaporate, and he let out a shrill howl.

Bang!

The condensed flames exploded and spread to the surroundings. Jiang Zhiwei didn't want the Yin Fire to touch her, so she had to step back, adjust her body's Qi, and swing her sword to defend herself.

Meng Qi used the force of the sword and fist to fly into the air again and avoid the Yin Fire. Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan stood farther away and were not affected.

The Yin Fire was extinguished, the attacker disappeared, and only a pit remained on the ground.

Although he was restrained by the thunder, he attacked without fear... Meng Qi fell and stood firm, frowning.

Suddenly, he had a thought in his heart, and remembered where the inexplicable familiarity just now came from.

The attacker gave him a similar feeling to the "Ningzhou Hero", both of them were living dead, and seemed to be born from the same source!