Hexagram! As soon as the hexagram bucket was opened, Li Dahai and Chang Xiaoman stared at each other in surprise, dumbfounded!

Five large coins in the hexagram bucket are pressed together to form the shape of a copper money tower. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast.

"Fifth Sister Chang, you can do it, if you are brought to the gambling table to shake the 'color', you will be invincible!" Li Dahai praised again and again.

"I didn't ...... Not...... I didn't mean to! I don't know how it got like this! How can I do this? "Naturally, it's not Chang Xiaoman's business, if she really wants to have this ability, she will be the god of gambling.

"Don't argue!" The old blind man stretched out his big rough hand and carefully stroked the copper money tower.

The four copper coins pressed on the bottom must be indistinguishable, and the top one happens to be the front of the copper coin of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

The old blind man's hand trembled and he withdrew it, his brows furrowed. "Shhh...... Treasure hexagram? ”

"Senior, what is a treasure hexagram? Is it evil or auspicious? Chang Xiaoman asked him.

The old blind man muttered: "Emperor Han corresponds to the Five Elements of Gold, which means that wealth and life and death are begged for gold!" Dangerous!! ”

The demon corpse in the purple gold coffin struggled restlessly to break through the restraints, but fortunately, he was temporarily trapped by a circle of ink bucket wire, but whether he could 'hold up' for half an hour Even the old blind man himself didn't have a score in his heart, so he could only pray that everything would go well on Ma Chengfeng's side and come back as soon as possible.

The orientation of the eight golden halls on the periphery of the underworld is also exquisite, but it is not a regular arc, it is distributed according to the direction of the eight trigrams. Such a layout is by no means something that ordinary architects can conceive, even if in contemporary times, drawings can be drawn, but in the end it is even more difficult to build such a complete layout. The old blind man is indeed clever, but he is a blind man after all, others are his own eyes, and the things he dictates form a virtual image in his heart, which is more or less incomplete. Moreover, outsiders don't study these things, and they certainly don't understand how powerful they are.

Ma Chengfeng was like a headless fly 'chaotic' outside the Nine Palaces Golden Palace, and the ghost pupil could not be opened, so he could only rely on the layout of the ancient tomb remaining in his memory to distinguish the general direction.

"Fox! What are you doing in there? I can't see! He 'rubbed' his eyes and asked the little fox in his heart.

The little fox in the ghost pupil is struggling with that evil qi, and he doesn't have the heart to deal with him at all, I'm afraid that it will take some time for the ghost pupil to completely digest the evil qi in the ancient tomb.

He was running around in the east and west of the Nine Palaces Golden Palace, and finally found a golden palace. Turn on the flashlight, and the golden ones in the main hall, the dragon pillars, the golden seats, and the colorful paintings on the top of the head, everything is exactly the same as before. The height of the Golden Temple is relatively high, more than four meters high, of course, this height is simply easy for Ma Chengfeng. He raised his head and used a flashlight to shine on the top of the painting, this ancient tomb has been deposited in the mountain for so long, and the countless years of years have invaded the painting and the painting is still 'colorful', which shows the skill of the painter back then.

When he came down for the first time, he didn't look too closely, he thought that the picture of the nine immortals was painted on the top of his head, but when the old blind man said it, he took a closer look, and it was indeed a little different from the nine immortals that were circulated among the people. The eight immortals kneeling on the ground in the painting are not simple, the faces of these eight people are very blurry, the more you want to look closely, the more you can't see what the eight of them look like, and you will see the 'yin' swishing chill in your bones. The eight people each held the magic weapon in their hands, and the treasure was dazzling in the golden light.

The old man who knelt down and worshipped by the Eight Immortals was dressed and dressed very similarly to the legendary Taishang Laojun, but there was a faint demonic aura at the center of the old man's eyebrows, and the spirit that 'shot' from his eyes was terrifyingly evil. He squinted his eyes and sat on the ground and leaned over to look at the 'jade' slip he was holding in his hand. This 'jade' is crystal clear, and every page is as thin as a cicada's wings.

He held the 'jade' slip in one hand and the 'hair' pen in the other, as if he was about to write words on the 'jade' slip.

On the side axis of the 'jade' Jane are written three traditional characters "Jiuyang Note"!

The more Ma Chengfeng looked at it, the more surprised he became, as if this static color painting was depicting a complete story to the world, but there were thousands of codes hidden in the story, making it impossible for the world to decipher its mystery.

"Childe! It's all your doing! The slave has just cleaned up the mess for you, can you not blindly suck something into the ghost pupil in the future? Is there still people living in it? Aren't you afraid of poisoning me, a beautiful woman like a 'flower' and a beautiful woman? "A pair of ghost pupils suddenly 'shot' two rays of faint green light. The little fox chattered and complained in the ghost pupils.

If she hadn't spoken, Ma Chengfeng wouldn't have been able to wake up. Just now, his thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and his soul seemed to have merged with the painting above his head. In the vision, he was sitting in a 'chaos', sitting side by side with the eight demon immortals who didn't know their origins, listening to the teachings of Jiuyang Zhenjun.

"How can this be......" he 'rubbed' his eyes. Fortunately, the little fox woke him up, otherwise it would have been half an hour later.

"What, how can this be? Do you still ask the slave family about the good things that Childe has done himself? I'm not afraid to poison you!! Wake up! "The little fox's charming yang spirit floated out of the ghost pupils and converged into a human form.

Don't look at the usual little fox giggling and naughty, but as soon as she came out, she looked up and suddenly saw the weird painting, and she was so frightened that she swooped down and burrowed back into the ghost pupils and never dared to come out again.

"Sister Fox, what are you running for?" Ma Chengfeng asked her.

"I ...... I don't want to come out! Jiuyang Zhenjun! I'm afraid ......"

That's right, the old blind man told himself that he must use the spirit talisman to open his eyes to the Jiuyang Zhenjun in the painted painting on his head!

"Are you afraid of Jiuyang Zhenjun? But it's just a painting, right? ”

The little fox in the ghost pupil said that Jiuyang Zhenjun is the ancestor of the earth immortals, the earth immortals are different from the Daluo immortals in the sky, the earth immortals are in charge of the demons on the ground, and they belong to the top boss of the demons, of course I am afraid of him!

Ma Chengfeng asked again: "Then what if I open my eyes to the Jiuyang Zhenjun in this painting?" ”

"It's useless for the son to open one, this Nine Palaces Golden Palace is a gossip bureau, and one of the eight paintings is missing, if you can make Jiuyang Zhenjun's right eye light up, it will inevitably suppress the demons and ghosts in the Nine Palaces Golden Palace, not to mention, the slave family is going to sleep, good night!" There is a fairy statue of the ancestor of the earth immortals, and the little fox is killed and does not want to 'show' his face again.

Ma Chengfeng took a look, took out a pure yang talisman and jumped up, pasted it on the right eye of Jiuyang Zhenjun in the color painting, and then bit his index finger again, and traced the handwriting on the spirit talisman with the pure yang blood of his index finger. Suddenly, I saw that in the painting, a golden light appeared in the right eye of Jiuyang Zhenjun, and that light instantly swallowed the painting.

Looking at the eight immortals kneeling around him again, the bodies of the eight immortals were unexpectedly burned by the golden light, and the white bones in the flesh and blood were exposed.