On the ground of the imperial mausoleum, all the enemies were locked tightly by the hook, preventing them from moving.

Li Chongxi actually held back more than a dozen people on the other side with one person, plus three fierce ghost kings!

Only then did everyone realize how powerful this tombkeeper was.

During the years when Li Chongxi was guarding the tomb, he had nothing to do, so he often communicated with the successors of other folk sects, and learned his skills from time to time.

Of course, others only taught Li Chongxi a little bit. After all, they were all unique skills of each family.

The reason why Li Chongxi is so great is all due to his hard work over the years!

Even some of the unique skills have long been different from the original ones. They belong to Li Chongxi and were developed entirely by himself!

Li Chongxi suppressed everyone, his eyes full of anger.

It’s these guys!

They had evil intentions and were bewitched by their son Li Genmiao. Just for their own benefit, they began to fight with each other!

Although folk sects are transmitted from a single lineage, after so many years of development, different schools will eventually breed.

For example, some masters teach their disciples skills, but the disciples betray the master and flee to the world. The master can only train one more disciple, and the big disciple who escapes is likely to spread his wings. Ye, eventually formed another genre.

But no matter what kind of school it is, it all has the same origin. Even if different blood flows in our bodies, the skills we learn should be closer than the blood relationship. We should It’s a family thing!

Now that Li Chongxi sees everyone fighting in the same room, the pain in his heart is indescribable.

"You all should wake up!"

Li Chongxi locked everyone in place and said in a deep voice: "What good will it do to you to kill your fellow disciples? Do you really believe that Li Genmiao’s nonsense?”

However, the Twenty-Eight Stars couldn’t listen to Li Chongxi’s words at all. They were still resisting, and they only felt that the old man named Li was very noisy.

Li Chongxi stared at them and suddenly understood that maybe he was not the person who could unite the folk sects.

That person...should be Yan Shouyi, right?

No wonder Yin Tang called a few days ago and kept mentioning Yan Shouyi...

However, if Yan Shouyi becomes powerful, he will eventually end up with His own son Li Genmiao became his opponent.

When two parties fight, one of them will die.

I will die thenWill it be Yan Shouyi or his son Li Genmiao?

Li Chongxi sighed heavily.

These issues are not something that should be considered now.

“Senior Li, we are trapped in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Ghosts.” Ah Gong returned and reminded Li Chongxi.

Now Chu Wu has led people into the imperial mausoleum, followed closely by Shi Jing and Yu Jinhong. If everyone cannot enter the imperial mausoleum to support, Yan Shouyi will definitely face tremendous pressure by then.

So everyone can’t help but be impatient.

Li Chongxi looked back, gritted his teeth, and channeled some of his energy.

He reached out and took out a bunch of paper figures from his arms. These paper figures were holding hands. It seemed that they were also the magic weapon to activate the burial of all ghosts!

The only difference is that these paper figures are red and black, and they also exude an unpleasant odor.

A Gong’s expression changed. The paper figurine buried by all ghosts needs to seal the soul of a living person.

Did Senior Li do the same thing? !

As if he guessed that A Gong would be so suspicious, Li Chongxi explained: "My move is not the Ambush of Ten Thousand Ghosts, but a trick specially developed to deal with the Ambush of Ten Thousand Ghosts. In the Paper Man There is no soul, only black dog blood to deal with evil spirits."

Li Chongxi not only studied the stunts of various sects, but also how to counteract these stunts.

After hearing the explanation, A Gong already admired Li Chongxi deeply.

Senior Li has such talent, talent, and perseverance, but he can only stay in the imperial mausoleum for decades. This is too cruel to him.

If Senior Li could leave the imperial mausoleum, maybe the history of Xuanmen in the past few decades would also be changed because of him, right?

A Gong couldn't help but think a little more: Senior Li is so powerful, his son Li Genmiao must not be simple either.

Li Genmiao was able to form the New Xuanshan Sect and force the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yin to death. He was more or less a hero. However, Agong had never faced Li Genmiao head-on, so he still had little confidence in his strength. No concept.

Now seeing Li Chongxi’s ability, Ah Gong instinctively raised Li Genmiao’s ability by several levels of recognition.

Li Chongxi warned:

"My tricks can open up a path in a short time from the blockade formation where thousands of ghosts are buried. You must take the opportunity to get out. After you get out, Just chase into the imperial mausoleum, don't look back, leave the matters on the ground to me!"

"Okay!"

A Gong turned around and took the news with himTo others, so everyone is ready.

I saw Li Chongxi throwing out the paper figure and silently reciting the magic formula.

The string of paper figures flew towards the barrier, forming an arch, which just blocked the power of the ghosts and buried them, opening up a small door that even required bending down to pass through.

Dense beads of sweat appeared on Li Chongxi’s forehead, indicating that he was not relaxed at this time:

“Let’s go!”

"Let's go!"

Everyone lined up and quickly passed through the passage one by one, finally escaping from the ambush of ten thousand ghosts!

A Gong then shouted: "Time is running out, we can't look back, hurry into the imperial mausoleum!"

Every minute and every second in the imperial mausoleum is Li Chongxi Not a single second can be wasted for what was earned through hard work with other descendants of folk sects.

Seeing that everyone had entered the imperial mausoleum, Li Chongxi breathed a sigh of relief. The escape route could not be maintained for another second, and the red and black paper figures instantly turned into ashes.

“Damn old guy!” The enemy yelled, “If we hadn’t seen that you are Li Genmiao’s father, we would have killed you long ago!”

Old guy?

Li Chongxi was angry. His body, which was originally a little thin, suddenly became much straighter.

"Li Genmiao is my son, when will I be worse than my son?" Li Chongxi said angrily, "How much fear Li Genmiao has brought you, today I will give you double the fear, so that you, the helpless, Li Chongxi's descendants will see what a real tombkeeper is!"

Li Chongxi was angry, like an old and mad lion. Although he showed a bit of weakness, his power was still the same as before!

A violent storm is about to sweep across the ground of the Imperial Tomb. This violent storm is mixed with the smell of blood, and is more violent and fierce than today's heavy rain.

Because the one who brings rain is not the rain clouds in the sky, but the tombkeeper-Li Chongxi!