Chapter 149 This is the chest! This is the back!

A gust of wind blew and nothing happened.

"Gan——Is he going to whorehouse again?"

Zhong Sanyuan cursed loudly, then took out another jade pendant and threw it to the ground.

The jade pendant broke, but still nothing happened.

"You two went together!?"

The man in black robe watched all this with an expressionless face.

So, you would rather suspect that your two ancestors were involved in prostitution together than believe that there is something wrong with Emperor Lie's tomb?

Seeing that his ancestor was of no help, Zhong Sanyuan had no choice but to look at the others.

"Brother Fan, Brother Luo, Brother Yang, where are the jade pendants on you?"

"This... Brother Zhong, before I set off, my ancestor specifically warned me that he would go to see his lover during this period of time. Even if he dies outside, don't summon him, otherwise he will let me die inside."

"This, my ancestor also..."

"You know, the love affair shouldn't be spread."

"Your ancestor's lover... is the same person!?"

"Yes."

Seeing the three people answer in unison, Zhong Sanyuan was speechless and had to look at Feng Ling and Hong Muer.

Feng Ling shook his head. "There is something wrong with the tomb of Emperor Lie. Our methods are useless."

"I see--"

The black-robed man let out a long breath, forcing himself to ignore the conversation between the geniuses just now. "This tomb of the Fierce Emperor has modified the secrets of the sky with the Zhuge Mechanical Treasure Technique and is hidden from the avenue."

Born in a body-refining sect, Fan Malang, who only cared about muscles, was shocked. "Modify the secrets of heaven? Outside the Great Dao? How is this possible!?"

Although the other few people looked heavy-hearted, they did not refute out loud.

They did not fall unconscious when they fell from the platform to this ancient battlefield.

Combined with the taboos of immortals, everything makes sense.

But after it became reasonable, it brought more doubts. They knew too little about the tomb of the Fierce Emperor, and now they were trapped in the ancient battlefield and didn't even know how to get out. The only one they could rely on was the remnant of the Fierce Emperor in front of them.

As a last resort, Zhong Sanyuan could only show weakness to the black-robed man in front of him.

"Senior, how do you want us to help you? Of course, except killing our friend."

"Humph - that guy has seen through the mechanism of the Emperor Fierce's Tomb. If you want to get out safely, you have to rely on him," the black-robed man snorted coldly, "You just need to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here with all your strength, and you can break the mechanism here."

Fan Malang looked suspicious, "Is it that simple?"

"If you don't believe me, forget it. You can continue to play with the things here."

“…”

"Humph—believe it!"

Thinking of the horrible dry bones just now, Fan Malang suddenly calmed down, sat cross-legged, and began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the ancient battlefield with all his strength.

Zhong Sanyuan and the others were wary of the man in black, but there was really no other way. They could only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the ancient battlefield as the man in black requested.

As more and more spiritual energy from heaven and earth rushed towards Zhong Sanyuan and others, the ancient battlefield began to shake and dust surged.

"Damned remnant of the Fierce Emperor! Do you think I will let you succeed?"

Outside the ecological box, Ji Lie's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed two dry bones and, while making a "Puff" sound to himself, he slammed the two dry bones towards the location of the inscription.

In the ancient battlefield, the earth was shaking and the mountains were trembling. With every step forward of the two giant skeleton beasts, the whole world seemed to shrink.

Zhong Sanyuan and others were about to get up while absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth when they saw the man in black robe raise his hand and wave it. A golden light flashed out, accompanied by a dragon roar that resounded through heaven and earth. The dry bones that were crushed by them fell apart on the spot, and the golden light even passed through the dark clouds and shone on Ji Lie.

Ji Lie screamed on the spot, covered his eyes and fell to the ground, rolling back and forth.

“That’s it!”

Zhong Sanyuan saw the true form of the golden light and his expression suddenly changed.

"Imperial edict!?"

The black-robed man snorted coldly, "Emperor Lie is the orthodox of Dayu!"

Li Yanmo also reacted at this time.

The remnants of the Lie Emperor who are so loyal that they can even make it to the high-level positions in Dayu, and the Lie Emperor himself who points at the remnants of the Lie Emperor and shouts "remnants of the Lie Emperor".

These two things may seem absurd, but if they were in the life of Dayu, they might exist at the same time.

A terrible guess gradually emerged.

"No, this beautiful decoration will be damaged if we continue like this!"

Zhuge Moer trotted out and pulled the putter. Ji Lie, who had finally recovered, saw Zhuge Moer pulling the putter and his face changed immediately.

"Mo'er! You can't possibly touch that!"

As the putter landed, the heavy sound of gears rang out again, the spacious scripture library began to shrink, and the ecological box instantly expanded to cover the two of them and the ghost.

The rumbling sound made Li Yanmo's eardrums hurt. Before Li Yanmo could figure out the situation, two more beautiful figures flew out. Li Yanmo's eyes fixed, and he turned around gorgeously on the spot and dodged.

Two beautiful figures fell to the ground with a thud, and two screams of pain were heard.

Despite the smoke and dust, Li Yanmo still recognized the identities of the two men through their screams.

It’s Feng Ling and Hong Muer.

"Cough cough cough -- breath --"

“Cough, cough, cough—damn it, I can’t breathe—”

In order to prevent the two from noticing his extreme evasive behavior just now, Li Yanmo immediately stepped forward and showed his courtesy, patting their backs lightly to help them calm down.

"How is it? Is it better?"

"Friend Li, I'm fine..."

Feng Ling, who had just caught his breath, was filled with gratitude, but was interrupted by Hong Muer's shrill, embarrassed scream when he was halfway through his words.

"Where are you shooting!?"

Hong Muer grabbed Li Yanmo's wrist, stood up suddenly, her pretty face flushed with shame, and her teeth grinding together with a crunching sound.

"Your back...wait!"

Li Yanmo's pupils shrank.

He was clearly patting Hong Muer's back, but Hong Muer was facing him. Could it be that...

"Oh no! Fellow Daoist Hong's head has been spinning!"

After hearing Li Yanmo's shout, Feng Ling, who had just recovered, was horrified. He grabbed Hong Muer's shoulders, looked at the back of Hong Muer's head, and then looked down.

"Mu'er! Is your neck okay? Don't worry, a Divine Transformation cultivator won't die from such a small injury! I'll help you get it back!"

As Feng Ling said this, he was about to twist Hong Muer's head.

"That's enough! My neck is fine!"

Hong Muer suddenly got furious, jumped up on the spot, and pointed at Li Yanmo angrily.

"You look gentle and refined, but you are actually a beast. You took advantage of me in the chaos! Am I right?"

With Hong Muer standing there, Li Yanmo naturally saw the problem. To prove his innocence, Li Yanmo felt that he had to speak truthfully, "Ah, no, I...I really didn't see it. I thought it was your back."

"You're talking bullshit! It's not the same at all!"

Hong Muer was so angry that she was jumping up and down. She wanted to ask Feng Ling to judge the matter, but when she thought about how Feng Ling almost broke her neck just now, her breathing stopped.

Hong Muer clenched her fist for a few seconds and then raised her finger to point at Li Yanmo.

"After all! The sound of patting the chest and the sound of patting the back are completely different!"

As she spoke, Hong Muer raised her hand and patted her chest.

“Pah, pah, pah—”

“It’s a breast!”

“Pah, pah, pah—”

"This is the back..."

Hong Muer, who was originally very righteous, gradually lost color and patted her back and chest silently.

(End of this chapter)