Chapter Forty-Seven: The Unexpected Turn of Events

  The more turbulent the water surface was, the more intense it became, even occasionally triggering a column of water. However, I couldn't see what was happening underwater. Suddenly, I thought that my second yuan soul might have emerged. If my second yuan soul was indeed underwater, could I use my senses to observe the situation at the bottom of the water? As soon as this thought occurred to me, I closed my eyes and concentrated on sensing the existence of my second yuan soul. Slowly but surely, I seemed to feel a slight response. However, what appeared in my mind was just a jumbled mess, making it impossible for me to know what had happened underwater.

  Just as I was about to make an effort, I suddenly seemed to have a realization. A shadow had already burst out of the water's surface and instantly disappeared into my ear. Even Mao Zhenren and Master didn't notice it. I abruptly opened my eyes, but only saw a surge of dark energy bursting forth from the water's surface. The water was churning violently. Master's cry of surprise, Mao Zhenren's angry roar, and the Longevity Lamp shooting out a streak of flame to collide with the dark energy, producing a deafening crash.

  After the sound, I stared blankly at the three corpses carrying a coffin floating up from the water surface. Just as I saw it, the three bodies were stuck together like they were glued, wearing copper armor, with pale white faces and bright red lips, their eyes closed, looking more like puppets, carrying a copper coffin on their backs, which was locked by chains, and the chains were connected to the bottom of the water but not broken. This is the three corpses carrying a coffin.

  "Ancestors have spirit, grant me divine power, the Supreme Old Lord's urgent order——" Mao Zhenren let out a loud shout, and the song threw the Long Life Lantern into the air, spitting out a mouthful of yang blood that landed on the lantern, instantly igniting flames that transformed into a sea of fire rushing towards the three corpses carrying coffins. The flames and yin energy collided in mid-air, producing a 'zizi' sound.

  The master on this side also moved, his body leaping up, a mouthful of blood spitting into the palm of his hand, shaking his hand to throw out the thing in his hand, and it was actually the Five Emperors' True Money. However, there was no time to guess how the Five Emperors' True Money would be in the master's hand. He heard the master shouting loudly: "The乾坤道明 protects my divine court - The Supreme Old Lord is urgent like a law, pardon——"

  The five emperors' true money flew up, and the colorful light was magnificent. It immediately connected into a heavenly net that pressed down on the three corpses carrying coffins. As Master began to chant the nine-character mantra, one by one, the talismans sank into the five emperors' true money, making the light even more brilliant. The yin energy of the three corpses carrying coffins was subtly suppressed. I couldn't help but feel great joy in my heart. Could it be that Master and Mao Zhenren were joining forces to suppress the three corpses carrying coffins? This thought had barely occurred when I saw the Longevity Lamp and the five emperors' true money being pushed up, and the divine light suddenly dimmed. It was clear that I had rejoiced too early.

  I was at a loss what to do when I suddenly heard Zhang Jianchen shouting behind me: "Brother, catch the Bagua mirror!"

  Subconsciously, I turned around to see the black eight trigrams mirror flying towards me. I stretched out my hand to catch it, but what use could this eight trigrams mirror be? It seemed that this was the only magical treasure I had left. After a moment of confusion, I thought of my second yuan Shen. I was certain that it was back, not only having fought with San Shi Gang Coffin underwater, but also retrieving Master's Five Emperors True Coin. Perhaps the second yuan Shen could deal with San Shi Gang Coffin, but no matter how anxiously I called out to it, there was still no response. It seemed that this second yuan Shen was not something I could control, only appearing when I was in the most danger, and even then, only possibly.

  Helpless, I grasped the Bagua mirror, took a deep breath, and suddenly bit my tongue, spitting a mouthful of yang blood onto the Bagua mirror. As expected, a brilliant light burst forth. Holding the Bagua mirror upside down, I shone it at the three corpses carrying the coffin. The divine light was like a flashlight, illuminating the three corpses carrying the coffin. However, what made me feel depressed was that these three corpses seemed to have no reaction at all. Unwilling to give up, I suddenly cast the Nine-Character True Word Spell, continuously pouring spiritual energy and mental power into the Bagua mirror.

  As my willpower poured in, the Bagua mirror changed, and several characters on the back of the mirror flashed slightly. The Bagua pattern on the front began to rotate, but I didn't know about this change at the time. I was desperately urging my willpower and spiritual energy, but unfortunately, my poor spiritual energy had no effect. On the contrary, my willpower became stronger in anger, thinking only of making the divine light stronger, so that it could have some effect on the three corpses carrying coffins.

  But at this moment, I suddenly felt that the Bagua mirror in my hand had produced a kind of suction power. It didn't react to my spiritual power, but it started to frantically absorb the thought power emitted from the sea. In just an instant, my head felt like it was going to explode, and I involuntarily let out a miserable cry. I couldn't care about the Bagua mirror anymore, and I randomly threw it away. I just hugged my head and groaned in agony, without any thoughts. My head felt like it was going to explode, and I felt like my brain was spinning around. The feeling was simply indescribable. I swear that after experiencing this once, I never want to experience it again.

  At this point, I didn't notice the Bagua mirror at all, and said that the light of the Bagua mirror was not visible at this time, and the divine light had disappeared. It only emitted a strange Zen chant, like an old monk reciting scriptures, but the people present did not notice it after all. The voice was very light, and it couldn't be heard in a quiet environment. However, as soon as the sound started, strange changes occurred suddenly. Countless dark souls seemed to have been pulled out from underground, and then they rushed towards the Bagua mirror one after another, and disappeared instantly. As more and more dark souls entered the Bagua mirror, even the heroic spirits were sucked into the Bagua mirror. The Bagua mirror became darker and darker, and finally it was like a black door, and its physical body could hardly be seen.

  It wasn't until much later that I finally escaped from that pain, but my head was still buzzing and it was still very uncomfortable. At least I could think a little now, so I barely lifted my head to look at San Shi carrying the coffin. His mouth was covered in blood, but he didn't seem to be affected by the half-year curse. He stretched out his hand and moved with incredible agility, like a nimble monkey. As for Shifu, he had already retrieved the Five Emperors' True Coins to defend himself, and it seemed that both of them were at a disadvantage now.

  Struggling to get up, panting heavily, my eyes inadvertently fell on the Bagua mirror. At this moment, I almost didn't recognize the Bagua mirror, it was black and seemed to be covered in ink, or shrouded in a dark fog. My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly wanted to grab it in my hand, but unexpectedly, the Bagua mirror wouldn't obey me, slipping out of my grasp. I couldn't catch it, which was strange enough, but what happened next was even more bizarre - as if being touched by me had triggered something, the Bagua mirror suddenly emitted a brilliant light, though it was a dark and gleaming one. A black shadow was shaken off from the mirror, initially only about the size of a palm, but when it landed on the ground, it rapidly expanded, transforming into a giant figure in an instant, shrouded in a dark mist.

  Startled by the black giant, I involuntarily took a step back, feeling the giant's constantly swirling dark energy. What on earth did this Bagua mirror create? The aura was indeed suffocating. As I stood there at a loss, the giant suddenly took a step forward and punched towards the Three Corpses Carrying Coffins. The three corpses didn't dodge, and they collided with a deafening crash that exploded in my ears. For a long time, my ears were still ringing, but unexpectedly, the punch had sent the Three Corpses Carrying Coffins flying into the water.

  The water surface suddenly burst open, and the three corpses carrying coffins were apparently enraged, floating up from the water, surrounded by an even thicker aura of yin energy. They then charged straight at the giant, who was not afraid, swinging his fist to meet them. There were no fancy moves, just a collision of strength against strength. The three corpses carrying coffins were once again submerged in the water, but the giant was also knocked back, flying away. A wave of black fog surged forward, clearly not pleasant, but at least it could fight with the three corpses carrying coffins.

  This time, the three corpses carrying coffins did not rush forward in a rage, but instead suddenly shook from the water, with a dark aura wrapping around the water pillar and rushing towards the giant. The main body only rushed out afterwards, violently colliding with it. To say that the dark aura and water flow rushed over, they were unexpectedly unaffected. The giant's fist merely shattered them, but the water flow rebounded and wrapped around the giant, instantly turning into an ice sculpture. Just then, the three corpses carrying coffins collided with it, shattering the ice block, and the giant's body was torn apart in an instant.

  As the giant was about to disperse, Mao Zhenren held up the Longevity Lamp and rushed forward, splashing a wave of flames that surrounded the three coffins. The sea of fire seemed to have a spirit, following the movement of the three coffins, burning them no matter what. At this time, Master also threw the Five Emperors' True Coins at one of the corpses, concentrating his attack. Mao Zhenren and Master were fighting with all their might, while I hesitated for a moment before casting the Nine-Character True Words Spell towards the three coffins, causing chaos to erupt in an instant.

  But we all underestimated San Shi Gangguan, and the true money of Wu Di was shaken back. The master also spat blood and retreated, as for me, it was even more miserable, not even touching the edge before being filled with yin energy and sent back. Only Mao Zhenren, although injured, was still entangled in a fight with San Shi Gangguan. However, at this time, the giant re-condensed into a physical body, but its visible form had shrunk by one size, apparently not lightly damaged. Nevertheless, it couldn't compete with San Shi Gangguan together, and at least managed to buy some time for Mao Zhenren and the master.

  I flew back and crashed to the ground, coincidentally smashing onto the Bagua mirror. Since I spat out the giant, the Bagua mirror had returned to its original state - simple and unadorned. However, as I vomited blood upon my return, this mouthful of blood splattered onto the Bagua mirror. Not only that, but my arm also crashed into the Bagua mirror, causing a gash at the time. Although it wasn't serious, fresh blood flowed out and fell onto the Bagua mirror, triggering an unusual change. The Bagua mirror seemed like a bloodthirsty spirit, starting to devour my blood. At the time, I didn't notice that although the wound was small, there was always some blood being sucked into the Bagua mirror. Meanwhile, I stared at San Shi Gang Coffin, my heart filled with hatred and wishing for another heavenly thunderbolt to smash it into dust. Fury mixed with resentment couldn't be dissipated. But I could only feel helpless, thinking of struggling to get up and rush over to fight desperately.

  This struggle, suddenly realized something was wrong, because the Bagua mirror seemed to be stuck on me, and when I lowered my head to look over, I found that there were fine lines of fresh blood connecting the wound, winding into the Bagua mirror. This was sucking my blood. The reason I could confirm this was that not a single drop of blood fell, and even when I used another hand to tear at the Bagua mirror, it couldn't be torn off.