Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

Chapter 134 The Evil Art of Life-Swapping, The Coffin That Buries the Sky

As Huang's patriarch gave the order, the yin energy emanating from the old men and women surged, and their outer skins burst open, revealing a group of white-haired, yellow-skinned creatures.

These guys appeared behind Huang San Taiye, knelt down in unison, their yin energy blending together, and kowtowed to Ji Haobo.

Seeing this, everyone became uneasy and tense, but Ji Haobo remained calm and coldly watched them kowtow.

"I, Huang Tiangang, Huang Tianhua, Huang..., am willing to dedicate my spirit, soul, and body to this curse..."

"I bow to you until your spirit perishes..."

The moment these weasels slowly bowed down, a surge of energy locked onto Ji Haobo, and an invisible and formless wave crashed over him, but unfortunately, it all vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

This pilgrimage to Ji Bo was completely unharmed, while many low-level weasels simply lay dead without a sound.

However, these guys didn't stop and continued to bow down again.

"I bow to you again and your soul will be scattered."

This bow caused a much greater commotion. The yin energy that had been connected surged and rolled endlessly, and the visible fluctuations distorted the air as it rushed toward Ji Haobo.

However, it was all for naught; apart from a large number of weasels dying, nothing was stirred up.

The remaining weasels are all great-grandparents; their eyes are all bloodshot, filled with resentment and madness.

"I bow three times to your decaying body"

The voice was sharp and sinister, and the man slowly bowed down with a resolute expression. The old man of the Huang family, who was standing beside him, was furious, but he did not stop him.

With this final bow, the yin energy on their bodies transformed into a huge, pitch-black weasel, radiating terrifying resentment and malevolent energy.

This thing sent chills down your spine; its scarlet eyes were fixed intently on Ji Haobo.

Just when everyone thought it would pounce and attack, it suddenly transformed into a wisp of black mist and disappeared into Ji Haobo's body like lightning.

Upon seeing this, everyone's expression changed, and they almost cried out in surprise, while a hint of joy flashed in the resentful eyes of the Huang family patriarch.

Before he could even rejoice, a faint golden aura erupted from Ji Haobo's body.

"Roar…"

A dragon's roar resounded, followed by faint screams, before the golden halo slowly disappeared.

"You...you, you're so cruel!"

When the old man of the Huang family saw all the great-grandparents lying lifeless on the ground, he went into a frenzy, weeping and wailing.

"Heh... If you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm. Now all that's left is you, old man. Show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Just as Ji Haobo finished speaking, a series of explosions came from the foot of the mountain, and dazzling lights flashed continuously.

Needless to say, it was those weasels that escaped. Upon seeing this, the Ghost Squad and soldiers began their operation.

When the old master of the Huang family heard the incessant explosions, he felt a deep sense of desolation. He knew that the Huang family, which had dominated the north, was finished.

Now, all we can hope for is that the second son can lead all the clans to safety from this calamity; otherwise, the Huang family will truly vanish.

Thinking of this, its entire body surged and erupted with black yin energy, and its ethereal appearance became sinister and terrifying in the hazy yin energy.

"I admit you are indeed remarkable, but my Huang family has a history spanning thousands of years. How could we so easily fall into the dust?"

At this point, the old man of the Huang family had no choice but to risk his life to give those protected ethnic groups a chance to survive.

"Using our bodies as a sacrifice, fueled by resentment, and driven by the very fate of the Huang family, our relentless pursuit will last for generations, until death is our consequence..."

Ji Haobo frowned as he watched the old man rambling on.

He could sense the old weasel's energy resonating with the entire small volcano, or rather, resonating with something within it.

"The Curse of Causal Decline and Demise, sacrifice... sacrifice... sacrifice!"

With each stern shout from the old man of the Huang family, it spat out a blood pill, which transformed into a stream of light and flew towards the mirror-like lake on the mountaintop.

An invisible wave spread, and the lake water below suddenly rippled, forming a whirlpool more than ten meters wide in the blink of an eye.

Intense yin energy, resentment, and malevolent energy surged forth from it, appearing a half-meter-sized ball of light.

This thing instantly enveloped the blood pills in the air, and at the same time, the death energy and resentment in the mountains and forests all gathered there.

"Hehehehe... Although I am dead and my life has ended, I used a divine object from beyond the heavens to stir up the resentful energy and formed a karmic curse with most of the Huang family's fortune."

Not only will it haunt you for lifetimes to come, but your bloodline descendants will also suffer.

"You destroyed my Huang family, you exterminated my clan! This hatred is irreconcilable, and will never be forgotten until death!"

The old man of the Huang family bled from all seven orifices, his hair lost its luster, and his body gradually withered. In a sinister laugh, he finally turned into ashes, with only a wisp of yin energy rushing into the sphere of light.

Suddenly, the light sphere burst forth with dazzling light, and all kinds of negative energy gathered around it, forming a yellow shadow phantom that was over ten meters long.

This thing has two basketball-sized eyes that glow with a scarlet light, sending chills down your spine.

"I, Huang Tianzu, beseech you all to die."

Seeing that it was about to bow down with its evil aura, Ji Haobo sneered disdainfully.

"A firefly's light trying to outshine the blazing sun—how utterly absurd!"

"The spirit of Yinglong has appeared! The coffin that buries the heavens has appeared!"

"Roar…"

A domineering dragon roar resounded, and golden light burst forth from his body. The phantom of the Yinglong dragon, dragging a coffin, flew out of Ji Haobo's body.

Originally about thirty meters long, Yinglong had recently swallowed the black energy that had transformed from the great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers of the Huang family, turning it into a length of over forty meters. Its illusory body became more solid.

The enormous phantom of the weasel, which was the spirit of Huang Tianzu, the patriarch of the Huang family, screamed in terror.

"Yinglong? Impossible, this is impossible..."

At this moment, Huang Tianzu went mad, roaring in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this person had actually condensed the spirit of Yinglong.

What he dared not even think about was just what kind of terrifying thing the coffin Yinglong was pulling.

"Nothing is impossible. As Lao Tzu said, my heart is the heart of Heaven, my will is the will of Heaven, and my words represent the Way of Heaven!"

Ji Haobo felt it was a bit pretentious to say it, but the feeling was so good that he couldn't control himself.

As soon as he had the thought, the phantom of Yinglong pounced forward. Its extremely strong and yang aura distorted the air, making the people below feel as if they were watching a 3D movie.

Liu Xuanjiao, standing nearby, didn't just stand there dumbfounded. With its leader charging ahead, it felt it would be too foolish to just go and grab some soup or broth.

A dragon and a jiao were tearing at the phantom of the weasel. If it weren't for the fluctuations from the burst of light from the sphere, which blocked some of the extreme yang energy, the phantom would have been torn to pieces and swallowed by them long ago.

Upon seeing this, Ji Haobo raised an eyebrow, and with a slight thought, the coffin surrounded by flames suddenly erupted with a strong fluctuation.

"The Burial Realm Descends"

The coffin lid opened automatically, revealing a small, gray space of about ten square meters. Calling it a "burial realm" was a bit of a joke, but it still enveloped the sphere of light.

In the blink of an eye, it was taken into the coffin, and the coffin lid instantly returned to its place.

Without the help of the light sphere, the weasel phantom was torn apart and swallowed by the dragon and the serpent in just a few breaths.