Chapter 12 The Origin of Mr. Corpse

Zhong Shan stepped on the eight-pole tail of the fierce beast, and the eight-foot eight-tailed showed its extremely tough side. The endless sword spirit waved out, and Zhong Shan was defeated by several people!

The war is getting bigger and bigger. It seems that Zhong Shan and Luo Xingchen are very difficult, but from Zhong Shan's use of the Eight Poles Tianwei and Fang Tian Yukui, we can know that Zhong Shan has not done his best.

On the one hand, it is to guard against others, and more importantly, Zhongshan did not die!

Zu Xinshi, these ancient immortals, the eight poles can be eaten one by one, and can keep consuming their number, but Zhongshan does not have, it is not Zhongshan's kindness, but these people are already in Zhongshan's calculation.

Sixteen Hearts? Yan Luo Hall?

This will be your own industry in the future. There is no need to kill that big hand!

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhong Shan's party is strong enough, World War II 16th, unbeaten record! It spread to all over the world to be proud of the heroes.

At this moment, almost everyone remembered the name Zhong Shan.

The Zhongshan Mountain of the Holy Corpse is just a small test, while the Zhongshan Mountain of the Yanluo Hall shows its power. Battle against the Sixteen Ancient Immortals?

After fighting for more than half an hour, the people's hearts were more or less traumatized, but Yan Luo Dian's pride made him never give up.

The king of Yan looked at the air with mixed feelings in his heart. What should he do in front of him? Sixteen hearts must be angry with me.

"Dizang King Bodhisattva, you see, why don't you destroy the demon of Zhongshan?" The king of Yan whispered.

The King of Dizang smiled.

Between the probes, a blood-red light fell from the sky.

That's a heavenly way, a red heavenly way.

As soon as the way came out, it immediately enveloped a large group of people fighting in the distance.

For a moment, both Zhongshan and Zhuxin suddenly felt a stagnation and looked in the direction of the Yanluo Hall almost at the same time.

"King of Dizang!" Sixteen Zhuxin said with a slight courtesy.

Obviously, everyone also knows that it is absolutely impossible for Zhong Shan to do anything, and it is absolutely impossible for the King of Dizang to take action. Zhong Shan also looked at the handsome man in s and the beard like Mr. Corpse, which looked very eye-catching.

"The hell is not the place where you messed up. The hell has the rules of the hell. Put down your mind and I'll let you go!" The king of Tibet said lightly.

"The Bodhisattva of the Earth Treasure King? You can't let Zhong Shan go!" The king of Yan immediately said anxiously.

According to the meaning of the King of Yan, Zhong Shan must be captured and broken into ten thousand pieces. But why did the King of Tibet let him go?

Look at the King of Yan with cold eyes on the lamp. Can't you let Zhongshan go? Rabbits can bite people when they are in a hurry, not to mention Zhongshan? In the past, even the ancestors and immortals in the world of Nujuan could be hurt in his hands. The King of Dizang has given you enough face to deal with it in this way.

"Put down Nian Youyou? You're joking!" Zhong Shan said coldly.

"............!" Almost everyone around was slightly stunned. The King of Dizang, that reached the existence of the ancestral immortals a long time ago. What's the tone of Zhongshan?

not to mention the onlookers, they are the messengers of the sixteen hearts. At this moment, they also look at Zhongshan like the dead.

"Gang Burial, Mian!" Mr. Corpse under the protection of Baji Tianwei suddenly opened his mouth, and as soon as he came up, he called, "Gang Burial, Mian,.

Everyone looked at Mr. Corpse strangely. What is this man doing? Called the King of Tibet?

The King of Dizang frowned slightly and looked at Mr. Corpse.

"Bomb, charm!" Mr. Corpse shouted again.

The king's face suddenly changed slightly, and he suddenly looked at Mr. Corpse.

"Who are you? How do you know my identity?" The king's face changed slightly.

Everyone around is stunned. What's wrong with the Dizang King? Does anyone know that you are the King of Dizang? The man called your name, and we can also call it.

"Are you buried on the ground?" Mr. Corpse asked again.

The king of Yan and the sixteenth Zhuxin looked at Mr. Corpse strangely. This is unknown. Is he the King of Dizang?

Only the King of Dizang recognized the meaning of Mr. Corpse.

"Who are you?" The king of Dizang suddenly became cold.

"Burial home, corpse!" Mr. Corpse said.

After saying that, Mr. Corpse suddenly read out a spell that no one could understand. The spell is very obscure, like a code.

The originally calm expression of the King of Dizang suddenly showed a rare look of joy. Then, the expression was solemn.

Between the hands of the King of Tibet, the sky and the sky suddenly disappeared.

"Sixteen Hearts, how about leaving this matter to me?" The king of Dizang asked the envoy of the Sixteen Hearts.

"The King of Dizang opened his mouth, and we didn't agree. I'm waiting to say goodbye!" Sixteen hearts nodded.

After saying that, the Sixteen Jade Hearts shot his body in all directions. Obviously, it has returned to the little hell of the Sixteen Hearts.

At this time, the most excited thing was the King of Yan. The King of Yan secretly exclaimed and sent away. Don't they investigate me?

When he was overjoyed, the king of Yan immediately cast a grateful look at the king of Tibet.

"Today's farce is over, gentlemen, it's rude!" The King of Dizang said to others.

"You're welcome!" The Bull Demon King and others immediately said.

"King of Dizang, the Buddha invited me. I don't know when the king of Dizang is free to go to Daleiyin Temple? Buddha can also become the Buddha's throne for you!" Maitreya Buddha said with a smile.

"Thank you for me, Buddha. I have made a great wish. Hell is not empty, and I swear not to become a Buddha. I want to turn all the evil spirits in the evil ghost pool!" The King of Tibet shook his head.

"No, King Dizang, we didn't bring the invitation of the Buddha this time!" said Maitreya Buddha.

"Oh? Who is that? Is it difficult for another genius to be born in the Great Leiyin Temple? The King of Tibet was slightly surprised.

"It's not a backward talent, but the founder of the Great Leiyin Temple, Amitabha Buddha!" Maitreya Buddha said devoutly.

Amitabha?

When he heard these four words, the pupils of the King of Dizang shrank.

After staring at Maitreya Buddha for a while, the King of Dizang took a deep breath and said, "I understand, I finally know!" "I don't know what the King of Dizang understands?" The lamp said doubtfully.

"Amitabha, no wonder, no wonder the monks and Buddhas of the four continents take "Amitabha, as the slogan, Amitabha Buddha, once recite it, produce a trace of wish power. Although the wish power is small, there are many people who read it. One person will produce boundless wish power, boundless wish It's a good calculation!" The King of Dizang sighed.

The King of Tibet understood, and the introduction was really resourceful. After the death of the saint, the number of days led to the burial of a slogan of rebirth among the monks in the world, taking the Great Leiyin Temple as the honor of the Buddha's way, leading the world to recite Amitabha Buddha. Here comes the resurrection. Such an obscure rebirth is really invisible.

"The world will have an eventful autumn again!" The King of Dizang shook his head and sighed.

From the introduction of rebirth, the King of Dizang has seen a lot. At least, among the saints who died in those years, there were many people who were more calculating than the old man. Hongjun, Taishang and Yuanshi were all people without omission.

In the past, the king of Tibet also wondered why other saints left so silently except for the female breasts who made a dying counterattack. It turned out, it turned out! The saints are waiting for the return day!

"I don't know when the Dizang King will go to the Great Leiyin Temple?" Maitreya Buddha asked.

Looking at Maitreya Buddha, the king of Dizang shook his head and said, "I won't go to the Great Leiyin Temple. I will lead you to the reverse. The number of days must be punished. You guys, take care of yourself!" Maitreya Buddha and the lamp frowned, but did not persuade him again.

After communicating with everyone, the King of Dizang looked at Zhong Shan and his party again, especially Mr. Corpse.

"Please, everyone!" The King of Dizang said very politely.

"Hmm!" Mr. Corpse nodded.

The tail of the eight poles fell on the shoulder of Zhongshan, and everyone walked into the hall with the King of Earth Treasure!

The king of Yan looked at Nian Youyou snuggled next to Zhong Shan, and his face was very ugly, but the king of Dizang was polite to everyone. What can he do?

Nian Ben and Nian Can have been watching coldly. Nian Ben wanted to say something, but they were pulled by Nian Can and didn't say anything.

"Boom!", the door of the hall was suddenly closed.

The King of Dizang looked at Mr. Corpse, and then at Zhong Shan and others.

"This is the Holy King of Great Love. I am now an official of Great Love. These are all great love officials!" Mr. Corpse said.

The King of Tibet looked at the crowd and finally nodded.

"You just said, are you?" The King of Dizang also wanted to confirm it again.

"Bombie, corpse!" Mr. Corpse said again.

The King of Tibet suddenly stretched out his right index finger, and there was a cluster of blue flames on his index finger, which was extremely cold!

Mr. Corpse also stretched out his right index finger, a cluster of white flames above his fingers.

The two fingers leaned against each other, and when the flames touched each other, they immediately made a crackling sound, and then the blue flame on the finger of the king's finger was completely swallowed up by the white flame of the corpse.

Take back your fingers. The king of Dizang kept changing his eyes and looked at Mr. Corpse, as if he was constantly struggling with something in his mind.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm the only one left now. The heavenly burial, the mysterious burial and the yellow burial have long disappeared. Maybe they have all disappeared. I don't expect you to recognize my burial home again. I just want to ask you a favor!" Mr. Corpse shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Look at Mr. Corpse, the King's face kept changing. After a while, he took a deep breath and finally made up his mind.

To Mr. Corpse, the King of Dizang suddenly gave a half-waist salute!

"Burial on the ground, Mian, pay a visit to the owner of the burial family!" The king of Dizang said solemnly.

Zhong Shan and others did not say anything, but their eyes were full of surprise. The identity of Mr. Corpse? Burial home?

Mr. Corpse took a deep look at the King of Dizang. Although the King of Dizang admitted his identity as the head of the burial family, it can be seen from the hesitation of the King of Dizang just now that there was still resistance in the heart of the King of Dizang.

"After the decline of the funeral home, the burial line must have been passed down for many generations!" Mr. Corpse asked.

"The burial family is not behind. This is the ninth generation of burial." The King of Dizang nodded.

"Well, nine generations, you don't have to do this to me. This time, I just want to borrow your evil spirit blood pool! I'm going to use this to wash the seal of the saint!" Mr. Corpse said in a low voice.

Hearing that Mr. Corpse was open-minded and did not take the head of the house, the king of Dizang breathed a sigh of relief. After all, no one likes to suddenly have multiple masters, especially he is already an ancestor, and this, the master, only the cultivation of immortals!

"Yes, enter the evil blood pool with me at any time!" King Dizang said immediately.

"Hmm!",