It was another whole day and night before another saint's mark was slowly forced out on the purple giant coffin. wWw,QuANbEn-XiAoShUo,cOM
You know, the previous seal of the Heavenly Sage Saint took only one hour at most, but this Saint's mark took another day and night
As everyone waited, they naturally felt how strong this saint was.
The imprint came out, like a ball of white light enveloped, twisted and hazy, but yet another kind of extremely dusty, high above. As soon as the mark came out, there was a moment of silence in the whole evil spirit's blood pool, as if this breath made all evil spirits feel peaceful.
"Boom!" The mark suddenly dispersed.
"This, is this the mark of Daozu Hongjun?" Ksitigarbha King recognized it at a glance.
After speaking, the Ksitigarbha King looked at the purple giant coffin with a slight enthusiasm. He only knew that the purple giant coffin was extraordinary, but he never thought it would involve Hongjun.
Hongjun, that was the real No. 1 person in the world.
Unmatched, no one can beat, if it were not for changing the number of days, he would be the strongest in the whole world. No matter what, as long as Hongjun is involved, it is definitely not a mortal thing.
"Hongjun?" Zhong Shan raised his brow.
"Is this coffin made by Hongjun?" Nangong Sheng wondered.
Made by Hongjun? The Ksitigarbha king observed the coffin carefully again.
At this time, Mr. Corpse also cast a spell again and recruited the purple giant coffin back.
Carried by a few zombies, they returned to the previous palace without giving the Ksitigarbha king a closer look.
Although the Ksitigarbha king wanted to see it, Mr. Corpse meant it very clearly and didn't do much entanglement, but when the purple giant coffin was carried back, Ksitigarbha king took a deep look.
"The King of Ksitigarbha has seen Hongjun?" Zhong Shan asked curiously.
"I have seen it several times, but it has happened hundreds of thousands of years ago!" Ksitigarbha King shook his head and said.
"Hong Jun was the first saint to perish?"
"The order of the death of the saints is Nuwa first, Tongtian second, Hongjun third, the fourth lead, the fifth quasi mention, the sixth Yuanshi, and the seventh Taishang. I thought it would be lost before, but recently The lead is reborn, and the fall of the saints is really intriguing!" The Ksitigarbha king did not hide it.
Rebirth? Zhong Shan guessed it during the previous conversation between the Ksitigarbha King and Randeng Maitreya.
"Hongjun died after passing through the sky?" Zhong Shan raised his brow slightly, as if thinking of something very important.
"It's a n-heir, the lead has been reborn, maybe other saints are also reborn in unexpected ways!" said the Ksitigarbha king.
"Rebirth? Can't you use the same method?"
"No, this is already the bottom line of heaven. If two saints are reborn in the same way, the number of days will be touched. If the number of days is fined, they will be gone forever!" Ksitigarbha shook his head and said.
"Teached!" Zhong Shan said lightly.
"This is not a secret! King Zhong Sheng can inquire about this from other populations too!" Ksitigarbha shook his head and said.
After speaking, the Ksitigarbha king looked at Mr. Corpse.
"Patriarch!" The Ksitigarbha King suddenly said.
Mr. Corpse raised his brows slightly, and did not respond.
"Something?" Mr. Corpse asked.
"I want to surrender the stele jade of the burial vein and return to the burial family!" The Ksitigarbha king solemnly said.
Hearing the words of Ksitigarbha, Mr. Corpse's pupils shrank.
If in the past, Mr. Corpse might be very happy and handed over the'Stele Jade', it means that the Ksitigarbha is willing to recognize the burial family and is willing to restore the status of the burial family's servant in the ancient times.
But Mr. Shi has been with Zhong Shan for so many years, and his understanding of human nature has reached an absolute height. He has been divided into nine generations, and he has already seen that the Ksitigarbha is unwilling to be a servant again. How could he suddenly surrender at this time
Besides, he is also weaker than him. He has not suffered a killer, and he is worthy of his identity. No one is an idiot, especially an outstanding person like the Tibetan King.
Suddenly returning to the burial family's commandment is obviously a fake fool! Another plan or request.
Mr. Corpse took a deep look at the Ksitigarbha King, shook his head and said: "The funeral home has not been rebuilt, you don't need to do this now!"
The Ksitigarbha king showed a wry smile and said: "The world knows that I am a burial sprite, but I have to do so at this moment. Look at my stele!"
The king of Ksitigarbha turned his hand and took out a round jade puddle. The jade puddle was dark in color. At the center of the black jade, there was a bright red line, dividing the stele jade in half.
Seeing this stone stele, Mr. Corpse's pupils shrank.
"Ground burial stele jade, red broken jade heart, you should know what it means?" The Tibetan king looked at Mr. Corpse and said.
"Red Broken Jade Heart, doomed to escape!" Mr. Corpse said word by word.
Everyone on the side didn't understand what it meant, but there was no socket either.
"Yes, there is no escape, but this is only relative to others, but the burialist has his own way to find another way out. Everything depends on the fate of the sky. If you didn't come here, I wanted to hide this jade stele in a secret place. Others are contaminated, but you are the owner of the burial house, and I will be more at ease! Burial, the way of death and life, if I can survive this catastrophe, I would like to return to the burial house!" Ksitigarbha king solemnly said.
Mr. Corpse shook his head and said, "I can save the stele jade, or warm it up for you. The catastrophe, you take care of it yourself! If you survive the catastrophe, you can make a decision!"
"Yeah!" Ksitigarbha nodded.
The Ksitigarbha King did not reluctantly, because Ksitigarbha could see that Mr. Corpse was not so foolish.
Separated from the Ksitigarbha, everyone returned to the previous hall again.
The big array opened again. Several zombies have already placed the coffin on the floor of the main hall.
"Holy King, the Ksitigarbha king handed over the stele jade, he is full of disasters and should not be harmful to us. Before, I was still looking for a secluded place. Now it seems that there is no place to be secluded here. I will do it here. !" Mr. Corpse said.
"Um!"
Mr. Corpse continued to take the brush and painted the corpse in the hall with gold liquid. However, Zhong Shan found a quiet room, closed slightly, and under the fragrance of the peerless evil demon, a large amount of energy was transformed by the Octopus Tianwei and impacted. Zhong Shan body.
Daxian, the five heavens!
"It really is the evildoer of Ancestral Wonderland! It would be better if there were more!" Zhong Shan sighed.
Of course, others don’t know what Zhong Shan thinks, otherwise they will vomit blood in depression.
after one day.
In the void on the floor of the main hall, Mr. Corpse painted endless corpses. Very strange, and the corpse center, the purple giant coffin squared up.
While everyone was waiting patiently, Mr. Corpse walked in front of the giant coffin. He probed his hand and took out the beating heart.
"Plop, plop...!"
The heart was caught in the hands of Mr. Corpse, beating ceaselessly, extremely evil.
Both Luo Xingchen and Nangong Sheng stared unblinkingly. After all, this scene looks very strange, because the heart in Mr. Corpse's hands is obviously not a magic weapon, but why does a dead thing keep beating
Mr. Corpse slowly put the blood-colored heart in the coffin.
"Suddenly~~~一_NI" seemed like a gust of wind suddenly blew, and gusts of black energy visible to the naked eye converged towards the purple giant coffin.
Inside the purple giant coffin, a black vortex looks more obvious, spinning around the blood-colored heart. Mr. Corpse quickly closed the lid of the coffin.
The coffin cover also seems to accelerate the absorption of black gas, and it is constantly instilled into the coffin.
"This is?" Luo Xingchen touched the void.
But it seems that the black air does not exist at all.
And outside the palace where everyone is.
In the distance where the Ksitigarbha King was, the Ksitigarbha originally closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, but suddenly opened his eyes, unexpectedly looking towards the direction of the palace where Zhongshan was located.
"Habits? The corpse of the burial house? This generation of corpses is really extraordinary! Could the burial house be able to reappear because of him? If so, those saints don't know what kind of face they will look like!" The Ksitigarbha king showed a strange smile. road.
A large amount of black energy rushed towards the purple giant coffin. After nearly ten days, the black energy slowly faded, so that it was invisible to people.
Mr. Corpse opened the coffin gently, and Zhong Shan saw that a heart was beating continuously for the first day, but the heart was wrapped in a black gas at this moment. The black gas was not a ball, but a vaguely human-shaped black gas!
Mr. Corpse's face is overjoyed!
He waved his hand and closed the coffin.
Then he closed his eyes, chanting a dizzying curse in his mouth, and then suddenly a small gap between the eyebrows split.
There was pitch black in the crevices, and suddenly a suction force was generated, facing the purple giant coffin. Gradually, the purple giant coffin became strangely smaller under the suction force, and was finally sucked into Mr. Corpse's eyebrows.
The eyebrows are cracked together. It's like never before.
But the purple giant coffin disappeared, indicating that what Zhong Shan saw earlier was definitely not a vain.
Cracks in the eyebrows? Zhong Shan's eyelids twitched, what is this
At this moment, Mr. Corpse sat cross-legged again. Suddenly, a large amount of black energy hits Mr. Corpse's eyebrows, and the habit of instilling him, Mr. Corpse suddenly glowed with fluorescence.
Everyone protects the law for Mr. Corpse.
Three days later. The black air faded again.
"Boom!"
Mr. Corpse's body made a muffled sound. Mr. Corpse finally opened his eyes.
As soon as the eyes opened, a bright light shot out, and then it went flat.
"You have reached the Great Fairyland?" Luo Xingchen said with a strange expression.
I originally thought that I was the strongest person around the Saint King, but after this time, I found that none of the people around the Saint King could be judged by common sense, and they were all very strange.
With the golden pupil technique, the peerless evildoers of the Ancestral Wonderland can be sealed, and this Mr. Corpse is even more evil.
Mr. Corpse got up, nodded and said nothing.
"Your eyebrows...?" Zhong Shan asked curiously.
"My eyebrows are the best tombs in the world! The coffins have found the best tombs. Because of the coffins, the tombs have absorbed a bit of habit. The subordinates will grow rapidly. It should not be long before they can reach the ancient immortals and be holy. Wang Duo shares his worries!"
Mr. Corpse said slightly happily.
Stardust fell on the side but was speechless. How long would it take to reach the ancient immortal? When did practice become so simple
Because of his excellent talent and the magical powers of time, he also wasted a lot of energy. But when it came to Mr. Corpse's mouth, it wouldn't take long
But thinking about the old sky of Lingxiao Heavenly Court, Luo Xingdust was relieved, that old sky was even more exaggerated, and he was mentioned to the ancient immortal from the sky immortal in one hour.
"Good!" Zhong Shan said with great satisfaction.
(To be continued)