Changsheng: Peak at the Beginning

Chapter 288 The Untamed 40

The light well and the like are not important. The most important thing is the pitch-black coffin stored in this stone chamber.

There was no need to open it, as the five people here could sense the strong yin energy emanating from the coffin. The strange thing was that while other places in this mass grave were filled with yin energy and resentment, this coffin only emitted pure yin energy, without a trace of resentment. Even this stone chamber looked extremely clean, even isolating the endless wails of the ghosts outside.

Wei Ying looked around the coffin carefully and said with a sigh, "It seems that what we are looking for should be here."

Xiao Xingchen also said: "Yes, something that can isolate resentment must be extraordinary."

After Lan Zhan checked the coffin, he said, "It seems that the thing is not inside the coffin, but under this coffin."

Hearing this, everyone stepped back a little and looked under the coffin. Jiang Xinxin didn't need to open her third eye to feel that the negative energy flowing around finally gathered under the coffin.

Since there is something hidden under the coffin, it cannot be moved away casually. Jiang Xinxin cast a detection spell and indeed saw a faint light on the ground caused by the operation of a formation. It was still conspicuous even under the reflection of the fire.

When they first discovered the existence of a formation in the mass grave, everyone felt more and more uneasy, especially Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen, because in what they had learned, they only had a brief understanding of the basic structure of the formation. Even Lan Zhan, who was born in a family with a complete inheritance, could only barely recognize that it was an illusion formation.

Jiang Xinxin relied on the promise of immunity from all evil given by this side of heaven and smashed the coffin with a palm. A rusty iron flute was revealed underneath.

Wei Ying didn't know what was going on but he actually reached out to take it. Jiang Xinxin had just grabbed his arm when she saw a flash of light on the iron flute, which turned into a stream of light and flew directly into Wei Ying's dantian.

Jiang Xinxin was so anxious that she hurried to check Wei Ying's Dantian. The next second, the iron flute appeared in Wei Ying's hand with a brand new look!

Jiang Xinxin just felt that she was screwed. She didn't realize that Lan Zhan, Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen had fallen into the illusion and were still looking at Wei Ying worriedly.

Wei Ying came to his senses and looked at Jiang Xinxin's worried eyes, then looked at the new treasure, and said with a smile: "A Cheng, you are looking at an iron flute, I don't know why, but I feel familiar when I look at it~"

Jiang Xinxin glared at him unhappily, and of course he felt familiar with it, because this thing was one of the golden fingers given to Wei Ying by the Heaven. In Jiang Cheng's memory, this thing was called Chen Qing, a ghost flute that could command evil spirits. The hundreds of immortal families were afraid of Wei Ying's ability, so they tried to kill him on Qiongqi Road, just like they surrounded and killed Xue Chonghai and Wen Ruohan.

"This thing has a spooky aura. It should come from the underworld like the Yin Iron. According to my guess, it should be a divine weapon rewarded by the heaven to those who are destined to have it."

Wei Ying had felt something after he offered sacrifices to heaven and earth that day. Now, holding the iron flute in his hand, the inexplicable feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer. However, now was not the time to talk. As the ghost flute was picked up, the negative energy in the stone chamber began to leak out continuously. A strong wind suddenly blew in the stone chamber, but Lan Zhan, Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen were still immersed in the illusion. Jiang Xinxin did not dare to break their illusion at will, for fear that they would hurt their souls if they were not careful.

Wei Ying pulled Jiang Xinxin back until they were against the wall, only to see Lan Zhan suddenly open his eyes. The sadness and unwillingness in his eyes moved Wei Ying's heart, but he was even more worried that Lan Zhan would be bewitched by the illusion and become possessed.

When Jiang Xinxin saw Lan Zhan wake up, there was a lot she could do. She directly put a protective amulet on Lan Zhan to ensure that his mind was clear and he would not be misled by the howling ghosts outside that broke through the barrier. Then she hurried to check the formation under her feet.

However, she had never seriously learned any advanced knowledge of formations, so it would take some time to break the formation temporarily. Besides, Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen still couldn't escape the illusion, so she was cautious and it would take even longer to break the formation.

Seeing that Jiang Xinxin was busy, Wei Ying took the time to share the burden with Jiang Xinxin and asked Lan Zhan, "Brother Wangji, what did you see in the illusion?"

Lan Zhan has calmed down. He couldn't possibly tell Wei Ying that in the illusion he saw Wei Ying holding an iron flute and controlling thousands of evil spirits, making the most important contribution to the success of the Sun Shooting Expedition. However, hundreds of immortal sects were jealous of his ability and surrounded and killed him on Qiongqi Road.

He was even slower than he is now. It was not until Wei Ying fell off a cliff and died tragically without a trace that he realized his feelings for Wei Ying. As a result, he had been asking the spirit for more than ten years, but had never received any good news.

With expectation and disappointment again and again, Lan Zhan only felt that the endless despair was really exhausting. Even though he could tell that he was in an illusion, he was still swept away and couldn't wake up.

When he finally came to his senses, he saw Wei Ying standing affectionately beside Jiang Xinxin, holding in his hand the ghost flute Chen Qing that he had seen in the illusion and was feared by hundreds of immortal families. He almost misunderstood that he was still in the illusion.

Lan Zhan swallowed his saliva and advised in a hoarse voice: "Wei Ying, although this ghost flute Chen Qing can control ghost energy and resentment, it is unorthodox and can easily harm your body and mind. You'd better not use it."

However, Wei Ying's attention was focused on something else: "You said this ghost flute is called Chen Qing? Chen Qing, Chen Qing, it sounds like a good name, Brother Wangji, thank you very much."

Lan Zhan was furious and looked at Jiang Xinxin, hoping that Jiang Xinxin could persuade Wei Ying. Unexpectedly, Jiang Xinxin had a different idea. Instead, she comforted Lan Zhan, "Don't worry, Brother Wangji. Ah Xian has a lot of magical instruments and three or five immortal instruments. He doesn't need a flute. He just likes the new things he got. He will be fine in a few days."

At this moment, Song Zichen suddenly shed two lines of blood and tears in his eyes. Jiang Xinxin didn't care about anything else. She gathered all her magic power and pointed it at the center of the formation. She used extremely violent means to break the layers of formations. Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen spat out blood and fell down.

Jiang Xinxin and Wei Ying caught the two people on the left and right, and quickly put a breath-suppressing talisman and various protective talismans on each of them. They also took out the soul-nourishing wood they were wearing to help them suppress the injuries on their souls, and then helped them walk out.

The formation in the small temple was broken, and the ghosts that had been isolated outside rushed in unscrupulously. Jiang Xinxin handed Xiao Xingchen to Lan Zhan to support him, and she took the lead to lead the way. Because they were carrying two wounded people, it was only half a day's journey to get here, and it was already noon the next day when they went out.