Chapter 346 Golden Remoed Dead King

"Buried zombies, feng shui must be good!" Sanmao said to the sea of people while doing things: "It must be a very fierce place! Extremely dangerous place! A place of extreme evil! The most gloomy land! The most evil place! Extremely evil land! Between heaven and earth, dirty! Turbid! It's slut! Stinky! The bell of anger! Such a place can raise powerful and powerful zombies!

There is no spirituality! North of the mountain, south of the water. The ground is low and humid, with more fog and less wind, and all kinds of extreme veins, dangerous veins, fierce veins, and evil spirits. A place where nothing can produce miasma. They can raise powerful and vicious zombies.

But this is not enough! These insidious and evil spirits can only raise stupid people. They still need Reiki! If it is not nourished by aura, you can't cultivate spirituality!"

"We players don't have to think about spirituality, do we?" Shiqi asked.

"No! Just the opposite! We players should think more about spirituality. Because those evil spirits, on the one hand, can strengthen your body, and on the other hand, they can corrode things like nerves in your game, greatly reducing your reaction speed, which is reflected in the game, that is, the system will deliberately add some delay and blur effects to you, and there may be various effects such as blindness and color blindness. Yes."

"I said that I have been back to fight several times recently, why do I always feel that something is not right! I understand what you said! It's the weakening effect of the senses.

"Yes, it's the weakening of the senses."

"In this case, isn't the dark night a big loss?"

Dark night is the shooter, and the shooter pays the most attention to power.

"His body has been disposed of and returned part of his vision at the expense of defense and mobility. The weakened senses are a little better than yours. In a word, no matter what the combat effectiveness after death is, it is not as good as before death. Unless you take an area of feng shui to support your bodies like now. If you raise a thousand years, no matter how you become a climate zombie, you will become a great master. The premise is that there will be no accident!"

"What happened?"

"All kinds of natural and man-made disasters! For example, hundreds of years later, a Taoist priest passed by here and saw that there was a big disaster in this area. There was still a big disaster in it. Good, the road saw the impoverishness, drew a knife to help you, strangled you in the baby, and your bodies had to be so unclearly removed.

For example, the vicissitudes of life and mulberry fields, which were still fierce for decades and hundreds of years ago. Suddenly, a stone collapsed in the west and made a gap in the mountain screen. The wind poured this way, and nothing could be hidden and was lost. Another example is that the stone is so good that it blocks a river. The water in the river is the strength of the stone. It washes the river out over time and rushes out of a big bend. The river bend is so round, and the flowing water rushes like this, and it rushes this area from fierce to blessed land. Maybe under the washing of the sun and the moon, the little anger that you have finally gathered together has been washed away. In the Southern Song Dynasty, let's put the tomb here together, okay? Except for a few azi trees on the cemetery and a few broken stones in the tomb, there is no hair left.

"It sounds very suspenseful." Shi Qi couldn't help smacking his tongue.

"Yes! So this time, in order to ensure that there is no mistake, we have decided not to bury you outside. Instead, I will bury you here."

"Where is this?"

"The forbidden place behind the mountain! This cave is said to be the location of an earth orifice. In addition to the general aura of heaven and earth, there is also a warm and pure yin qi in this cave.

"Can yin qi be described like this?"

"Why not? The yin here is like a peaceful night!"

"Oh, oh!" Shiqi nodded.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" Sanmao suddenly sighed again.

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that you are young and young, and you have not yet enjoyed the joys and sorrows of the world, and you will leave the world!"

"I'll go!"

"What a pity! Not to mention that the attributes have reached the peak, you haven't even practiced the skills brought in your previous life!"

"I haven't practiced it." Shi Qi nodded again, and his face was very heavy.

"My is full!" Thirteen monkeys.

"You and they didn't come here at all..." Sanmao was speechless.

"Isn't it a pity that even the skills of the previous life have not been fully practiced, and this life will be hastily broken? It's not easy to save a little skill proficiency. I don't know how much to lose this reincarnation! Isn't it a very, very pity that not only the skill proficiency in this life will be damaged, but also the previous life will be lost?

"I'll wipe it! Can you not mention such a sad thing?" Dragon Gun Thirteen said depressedly. He originally wanted to fight against a gun with masters such as Zhao Zilong, but he didn't even touch the shadow. This is the end of his life.

"Skill proficiency and not to mention it, there is one more thing, which is also a pity. In the back of Maoshan Mountain, there is such a high taste of yin! If you take it to raise a few good corpses, or wait for you to exercise yourself to the heyday, all the indicators of the body are in the peak state, and then stuff them here, I'm afraid you can't raise a boss such as the flying night fork! Now I'm so anxious to raise you little ghosts..." Sanmao didn't realize his current state at all, several years younger than the kid he said.

"I've lost my money! Don't you think so? It's not so luxurious to raise pigs with ginseng!"

Shiqi's faces turned black in an instant.

"I wipe the third brother! Will you die if you don't talk? Do you have such a metaphor?" Ermao can't even hear it. What kind of metaphor is this...

All the preparations have been prepared. At that time, more than seven people occupy a coffin. The coffin is pasted with all kinds of runes. The paper is marked with various charms, dragons and phoenixes, which are dense. There are large and small jades in the coffin. Small pieces of jade are carved into various runes, and the surface of large pieces of jade are engraved with various charms. Tattoo. The whole coffin was armed to the teeth from the inside out.

The equipment worn by more than seven times is covered with all kinds of runes, with all kinds of jade pendants, standing still like a humanoid shelf. You have to be very careful in every move.

"It's time!" Da Mao said seriously.

The Southern Song Dynasty was very urgent, and Shi Qi and others had no time to hesitate. They were very straightforward:

Shi Qi wiped his neck with a knife. Li Ping took a sword and scooped his heart. Dragon Gun Thirteen hit himself against the gun. Monkey Thirteen took the Ruyi stick, drew it, thought for a moment, and smashed himself on the head with the stick.

The first three successfully committed suicide. Monkey Thirteen puffed up a bowl-big bag on his head.

Mao Jia Sanzheng is too dizzy. Each of the three people sealed a coffin, and urged the monkey thirteen to hurry up.

"After this hour, go back to the Southern Song Dynasty. If your quality is not as good as them, don't blame us!"

Seeing that San Zhengtai sealed the three coffins, they all came to watch him. Monkey Thirteen was in a hurry, shouted, picked up the monkey's claws, and smashed his forehead with one claw.

"OK! It's done!" Sanzheng sealed the cave, sealed the mountain, and passed down the precepts from the sect, listing the Houshan Cave as a forbidden place in the forbidden place. Later, he came back to the Southern Song Dynasty to ask for the "ancestral corpse".

The back mountain cave has been uninhabited for a long time, covered with heavy historical dust. When the three Mao brothers passed by, they couldn't help feeling a little. Open and enter the hole. Open the coffin.

"Flying! Flying in the sky! It's still flying!" Ermao opened the coffin in a row and read it at the same time.

"It's a pity! What a pity! What a pity!" Sanmao looked at it and shook his head: "Such a good piece of feng shui treasure! It was spoiled by us so casually!"

The last bite is the coffin of Monkey Thirteen.

"Monkey Thirteen died a little late. I'm afraid he can't fly!" Er Mao guessed.

Da Mao silently opened the coffin.

Er Mao took a look, wiped his eyes, looked again, and wiped again...

"Am I dazzle my eyes?" Er Mao asked San Mao.

"I also think I'm dazzle." Sanmao Road.

"Maybe we opened it in the wrong way..." Da Mao said, pushing the coffin back, and the three closed their eyes and took a deep breath.

Open again.

"Wh! It's still the same!"

"We really didn't look at it?"

"This guy has really developed... Golden Reed Corpse King?"