Chapter 15 Eyebrow Tomb

It took another whole day and one night, and then the purple coffin slowly forced out another saint's mark.

You know, the previous mark of the sage of Tongtian only used one hour at most, but the mark of this saint was used for another day and a night?

While everyone is waiting, they naturally feel how strong this saint is.

The mark came out, like a cloud of white light, twisting and twisting, hazy, but it is another kind of extreme dust, high above. As soon as the mark came out, there was a silence in the whole evil spirit blood pool, as if this breath made all evil spirits feel peaceful.

"Bow!" The mark spread out.

"This, is this the mark of Hongjun Daozu?" The king of Dizang recognized it at a glance.

After saying that, the Dizang King looked at the purple coffin with a slight enthusiasm. Previously, he only knew that the purple coffin was extraordinary, but he never thought that it would involve Hongjun.

Hongjun, that was the real number one person in the world in those years.

Unparalleled, no one is invincible. If it weren't for 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 an ordinary thing.

"Hongjun?" Zhong Shan raised his eyebrows.

"Is this coffin made by Hongjun?" Nangong Sheng doubted.

Created by Hongjun? The king of Dizang observed the coffin carefully again.

At this time, Mr. Corpse also cast a spell again and brought back the purple giant coffin.

It was carried back to the previous palace by several zombies, but did not give it to the King of Dizang to check it carefully.

Although the King of Dizang wanted to see it, the meaning of Mr. Corpse was obvious, and he did not do much entanglement. However, when the purple coffin was carried back, the King of Dizang still took a deep look.

"Has the king of Dizang ever seen Hongjun?" Zhong Shan asked curiously.

"I've seen it several times, but it's been hundreds of thousands of years ago!" The King of Tibet shook his head.

"How many fallen saints is Hongjun?"

"The order of the saints' death, first Nuwa, the second Tongtian, the third Hongjun, the fourth lead, the fifth mention, the sixth Yuan beginning, the seventh Taishang. I thought it was just the fall before, but recently it has been reborn, and the fall of the saints is really intriguing!" The King of Tibet did not hide it.

Rebirth? In the previous conversation between the King of Dizang and the burning lamp Maitreya, Zhong Shan guessed it.

"Hongjun died after Tongtian?" Zhong Shan raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was thinking of something very important.

"Yes, it has been reborn. Maybe other saints also have unexpected ways to be reborn!" The king of Tibet said.

"Rebirth? Can't we use the same method?"

"No, this is already the bottom line of heaven. If two saints are reborn in the same way, it will touch the number of days. If the number of days is punished again, they will return to nothing!" The King of Tibet shook his head.

"I've been taught!" Zhong Shan said lightly.

"This is not a secret! King Zhong Sheng can also find out about this matter from other people!" The King of Tibet shook his head.

After saying that, the king of Dizang looked at Mr. Corpse.

"Master!" The king of the earth suddenly said.

Mr. Corpse raised his eyebrows slightly and did not answer.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Corpse asked.

"I want to hand over the monument jade buried on the ground and return it to the funeral home!" The king of Tibet said solemnly.

Hearing the words of the King of Earth Treasure, Mr. Corpse's pupils shrank.

If it had been in the past, Mr. Corpse might have been very happy to hand over the 'stone jade', that is to say, the king of Dizang is willing to admit the burial family and is willing to restore the status of the burial family servant in ancient times.

But Mr. Corpse has been with Zhong Shan for so many years, and his understanding of human nature has also reached an absolute height. He has been divided into nine generations, and he has previously seen that the King of Dizang is unwilling to be a servant again. How can he suddenly be willing to submit at this time?

Besides, he is weaker than him. He didn't hurt the killer, and he is already worthy of his identity. No one is an idiot, especially an outstanding person like the King of Tibet.

It's obvious that it's a fake idiot to suddenly return to the funeral home! There is something else you want or want.

Mr. Corpse took a deep look at the King of Dizang, shook his head and said, "The funeral home has not been rebuilt yet. You don't need to do this now!"

The King of Earth Treasure said with a wry smile, "The world knows that I am more than one hand in the ground, but I have to do the same at this moment. Look at my tablet jade!"

The King of Dizang turned over and took out a piece of round jade. The jade was dark. In the center of the black jade, it was a bright red line, and the stele jade was divided into two halves.

Seeing this tablet jade, Mr. Corpse's pupils shrank.

"Land burial tablet jade, red broken jade heart, you should know what it means, right?" The king of the earth looked at the corpse and said.

"The red heart is broken, and there is no escape!" Mr. Corpse said word by word.

Everyone on the side didn't understand what it meant, but there was no socket.

"Yes, it's hard to escape, but this is only relative to others, and the burial family has its own way to find another way out. Everything only depends on fate. If you don't come here, I would have wanted to hide this monument in a secret place so that others will not be contaminated at all, but you are the head of the Burial, the way of life and death, if I can get through this disaster, I would like to return to the burial family!" The king of Tibet said solemnly.

Mr. Corpse shook his head and said, "Stele jade, I can save it, or warm up the tablet jade for you. Disaster, you can deal with it by yourself! If you get through the disaster, you can make a decision!"

"Hmm!" The King of Dizang nodded.

The King of Dizang was not reluctant, because the King of Dizang could see that Mr. Corpse was not so easy to fool.

Separated from the King of Dizang, everyone returned to the previous hall again.

The array is opened again. Several zombies have put the coffin on the ground of the hall.

"Holy King, the King of Dizang handed over the stele jade. He is in great trouble, and it should not be unfavorable to us. Previously, I was thinking of finding a secluded place. Now it seems that there is no place to be secluded here, so I'll do it here!" Mr. Corpse said.

"Hmm!"

Mr. Corpse continued to take the brush and drew the corpse text in the hall with gold liquid, while Zhong Shan found a quiet room, closed slightly, swallowed the peerless evil demon, and a large amount of energy was transformed by the eight poles and hit Zhong Shan's body.

The Great Immortal, the Five Heavens!

"Sure enough, it is the evil of the ancestral fairyland! It would be better if there were more!" Zhong Shan sighed.

Of course, others don't know what Zhong Shan thinks, otherwise they must be depressed and spit out blood. A big fairy swallowed an ancestral fairy, and it's not enough?

One day later.

There is still an void on the ground of the hall, and the corpse was painted with endless corpses by Mr. Corpse. It's extremely weird, and in the center of the corpse, the purple coffin rises square.

While everyone was waiting patiently, Mr. Corpse walked to the giant coffin. The probe took out the beating heart.

"Plop, Plop

The heart is in Mr. Corpse's hand and keeps beating, which is extremely evil.

Luo Xingchen and Nangong Shengdu stared at each other without blinking. After all, this scene looks very strange, because the heart in Mr. Corpse's hand is obviously not a magic weapon, but why does a dead thing keep beating?

Mr. Corpse slowly put his bloody heart in the coffin.

"Sudden

As if there was a sudden gust of wind, a stream of black gas visible to the naked eye converged towards the purple coffin.

In the purple coffin, a black vortex looks more obvious, rotating around the blood-colored heart. Mr. Corpse quickly closed the coffin lid.

And the coffin cover seems to speed up the absorption of black gas, constantly instilling it into the inside of the coffin.

"Is this?" The falling star dust touched the void.

But it's as if the black gas doesn't exist at all.

And outside the palace where everyone is located.

In the distance, where the King of Dizang was located, the King of Dizang originally closed his eyes and breathed, but suddenly opened his eyes and unexpectedly looked in the direction of the palace where Zhongshan was located.

"The habit? Burial of the family's body? This generation of corpses is really extraordinary! Can the funeral home reappear in the world because of him? If so, I don't know what those saints will look like!" The King of Tibet said with a strange smile.

A large amount of black gas rushed to the purple coffin, so after nearly ten days, the black gas slowly faded away, so that it was invisible.

Mr. Corpse gently opened the coffin. Zhong Shan saw that a heart was still beating, and the heart was wrapped in a black gas at this moment. The black gas was not a ball, but vaguely forming a humanoid black gas!

Mr. Corpse's face is overjoyed!

He waved his hand and closed the coffin.

Then he closed his eyes and said a dizzying spell in his mouth. Then, a thin crack suddenly cracked in his eyebrows.

It was dark in the thin seams, and suddenly there was a suction, facing the purple coffin. Gradually, the purple coffin became strangely small under the suction, and was finally sucked into the middle of the corpse's eyebrows.

The cracks in the eyebrows are closed. It's like never before.

But the purple coffin disappeared, indicating that what Zhongshan saw before was definitely not false.

Eyebrow crack? Zhong Shan's eyelids jumped. What kind of means is this?

At this time, Mr. Corpse sat cross-legged again. Suddenly, a large amount of black gas rushed straight to the center of Mr. Corpse's eyebrows, and the habit was instilled. Mr. Corpse immediately released fluorescence on his body.

Everyone protects Mr. Corpse.

Three days later. The black gas faded again.

"Bun Bang Bang!"

Mr. Corpse's body made a muffled sound. Mr. Corpse finally opened his eyes.

As soon as his eyes opened, a fine light shot out, and then it went down flat.

"Have you reached the Great Wonderland?" The falling star dust showed a strange way.

Originally, I thought that I was the strongest person around the Holy King, but during this period of time, I found that none of the people around the Holy King can be judged by common sense, which is extremely strange.

Nianyou's golden pupil skill, the peerless demons of the ancestral fairyland can be sealed, and this corpse gentleman is even more evil.

Mr. Corpse got up and nodded without saying much.

"Your eyebrows...?" Zhong Shan asked curiously.

"My eyebrows are the best tomb in heaven and earth! The coffin has found the best tomb, and the tomb is also because the coffin has absorbed a trace of habit, and the cultivation of my subordinates will grow rapidly. It should not take long to reach the ancient immortals, and there will be more worry for the Holy King!" Mr. Corpse said happily.

And the falling stardust is speechless. How long will it take to reach the ancient immortal? When did the practice become so simple? I also wasted a lot of strength because of my excellent talent and time magic power. But it won't take long for Mr. Corpse to say it?

But thinking about the Heavenly Old Man of Lingxiao Tianting, Luo Xingchen was relieved. That Heavenly Old Man was even more exaggerated, and he was mentioned as an ancient immortal in an hour.

"Good!" Zhong Shan was extremely satisfied. &qu;RA