563. The birth of the emperor's tomb

The little monk was in great pain. He was slapped by the resentment twice in a row. Every time he had to work hard to fly back, making it look like he was ashamed of the other party. The Buddha was thick-skinned, but the Buddha really didn't want to be slapped out!

The little monk was cursing, but then he was stunned and saw the resentment spirit tied like a rice dumplings. At present, he directly ignored several figures around the resentment spirit, and roared towards the resentful spirit and shouted, "The thief eats a brick of Buddha..."

Puffy!

"One more brick!"

The brick and the resentful spirit quickly collided. The little monk didn't seem to plan to let go of the resentment spirit so simply. He stood on the brick and jumped. Every time he jumped, the brick floated up. As he fell, the bricks hit the resentment spirit fiercely and smashed hundreds of times with his fingers.

Seeing the little monk, his phantom figure suddenly showed his eyes and said with great joy: "I am still worried about how to erase this resentful spirit, but I didn't expect that there would be such a pure Buddha nature, and the anger used to erase the resentful spirit is just right."

With that, the big hand grabbed the brick.

The surrounding space suddenly tightened, and the little monk suddenly realized that something was wrong. He quickly turned around and looked at the big hand that suddenly grabbed him, and left immediately without saying a word.

"Come on!"

The illusory figure shouted loudly, as if the whole space was shaking, and the little monk found that his body was not under his control and flew towards this big hand.

"Yinji and Shengyang, you two quickly help the Buddha cut off this guy's stinky hand. Damn, he wants to be rude to the Buddha." The little monk couldn't sit still immediately and jumped up and shouted.

The illusory figure immediately turned black and almost slapped the little monk to death, with hatred.

After the little monk roared, he immediately looked back at the big hand he grabbed, put his hands on his chest, and shouted, "If you dare to come over again, I will shout and call you rude..."

Fu Qing and others smiled one by one. Looking at this scene, they were not ready to intervene. The illusory figure also knew something about the little monk's temperament. They did not eat the little monk at all and said with a grail smile, "Call, even if you break your throat, no one will save you."

The big hand fell directly on the brick, and the little monk immediately cried and said angrily, "If you have the ability to let go of the Buddha, let's fight for 300 rounds."

Fu Qing said appropriately, "Stop it. Refining the resentment first. There have been some changes outside."

Hearing Fu Qing's words, Shengyang and Yin Ji's faces suddenly changed and quickly explored them out. Without the containment of resentment, the two were not bound. Naturally, it was not a problem to explore the situation outside, but when they explored the situation outside, their faces immediately turned black.

The medicine field is gone, and the treasure hall, the fairy elixir hall and the refinery hall are all gone.

However, without waiting for the two to vent their anger, a black light burst out, and then Yin Ji's face turned cold and her eyes showed anger.

Someone attacked the emperor's tomb!

And the other party unexpectedly came with five strong immortal emperor-level strongmen. Although Jiang Guiwang is now restraining the other party, after all, the other party has many people, and most of the ten ghost kings are sleeping and failed to wake up in time. I'm afraid that Jiang Guiwang alone will not last long.

Then Yin Ji and Shengyang realized that something had happened, and looked at the resentful spirit with a fierce murderous intention.

"This thing has quietly broken the prohibition of the emperor's tomb. Now that the breath of the emperor's tomb has been leaked out, I'm afraid that the emperor's tomb will be born soon." Yin Ji's voice was cold, and her face was extremely ugly.

The existence of the emperor's tomb was originally a secret. Although after countless years of erosion, there have been many loopholes in the prohibition, the breath has not been revealed. Even the strong man at the level of the immortal emperor can't easily find the existence of the emperor's tomb.

Now that the resentment spirit is captured alive, I'm afraid that I don't know that I can't live. I don't know what means I used to directly break the prohibition of covering the breath of the emperor's tomb, so that it only a moment ago that it attracted a strong man at the level of immortal emperor.

"Refine the resentment first, and keep it is a scourge after all." The sound of the rising sun is also cold.

"Let's do it together!" The illusory figure held a brick and smashed the head of the resentful spirit. Suddenly, with a buzz, countless golden light burst open and directly into the body of the resentful spirit.

Zizzling!

The sound was extremely harsh, and then there was a sad scream of resentment. The black smoke gushed out of the body of the resentment, and the sound of howling, screaming and crying came from the black fog. It seemed to touch people's emotions and make people unable to suppress the anger in their hearts.

Several figures present suddenly flashed, and in an instant, they formed a circle. The little monk lay on the bricks among the crowd. Fairy lights gushed out and bombarded directly into the bricks. The little monk suddenly shouted loudly, and suddenly endless light fell down and rushed towards the body of the resentful spirit.

The resentment spirit was bound to death, struggling violently and making a sad scream.

In a moment, there was a little fatigue between everyone's eyebrows, but the resentment below was silent, and the body was motionless like a thick fog without any struggle.

"So many of you are rude to the Buddha together, and you have to give an explanation to the Buddha anyway, otherwise it won't be over!" The little monk stood on the brick and straightened his back, looking very upset. You know, he didn't agree to take action just now. He was forcibly sacrificed by this group of guys and disobeyed his will. The old master said that this is ideological **. The problem is that even his own body has been **, and he has suffered a big loss.

Outside the emperor's tomb, five figures stood proudly, staring at the flowing Styx River below, feeling a rushing atmosphere below, huge and slightly moving.

"We have explored this Nether continent more than a hundred times, but I didn't expect that there was a big tomb hidden here. It seems to be at least a big tomb of a ghost king, but I don't know which of the ten ghost kings who followed the Nether Emperor was buried below." A middle-aged man with a serious face said.

Standing opposite him was a bald monk who felt the huge breath below, his eyes flashed and said, "This tomb is buried with the fierce spirit of ancient times. We need to disperse the anger in it by our Buddha's means. Otherwise, the birth of this buried spirit will cause boundless killing, which is contrary to our Buddha's mercy. The monk took the first step to subdue the fierce spirit below.

The monk said and stepped out directly. Suddenly, the Styx River flowing below cracked a gap and swallowed the monk's figure in an instant.

As soon as the monk left, the remaining four people's faces suddenly turned black, especially one of the women, who said coldly, "The bald donkeys are so shameless that they want to seize the opportunity and speak so openly."

The remaining four figures also fell down one after another and disappeared in an instant.

Boom!

The moment the four disappeared, there was a muffled thunder over the Styx River.

Then a huge breath emanated from it, and the endless black fog rolled around and gathered quickly towards here. In a flash, the endless black fog gathered into a huge tomb shadow, floating in the sky.

"The soul is back!"

A huge voice suddenly sounded in the Nether continent, as if pulled by this sound. Suddenly, the thick fog scattered all over the Nether continent rolled up quickly, like boiling, and gathered here quickly.

In this way, the thick fog covering the eyes of the underworld became thin in an instant. The vision was clear, and the Xuanxian lurking in all sides of the underworld was shocked. They couldn't help looking in the direction of the thick fog rolling one by one, and immediately saw the huge tomb suspended in the sky and condensed from thick fog into a huge tomb. .

This big tomb is floating in the sky, which is extremely mysterious.

For a group of immortals, this phenomenon is not what they can understand at all, that is, it is beyond their understanding. However, when they see this, they do not show panic, but their eyes are full of glory.

In the heavenly world, there are many Jedi, in which strange phenomena are incomprehensible. As soon as most strange visions appear, it shows that there is a treasure in the world, which is almost irrevocable theorem.

"The soul is back!"

This sound seems to be the sound of heaven, spreading all over the Nether continent, waking up a group of mysterious immortals in the whole Nether continent one after another.

Under the Styx River, when they saw the big tomb at the bottom of the Styx River, their eyes suddenly shined.

"The ghost iron, the big tomb that can be made of the ghost iron, I'm afraid it's not the handwriting of the ghost king!" The serious-faced tsar's voice said cautiously.

Although the Nether god iron is not a precious thing for them immortal emperors, it is still valuable. After all, this thing is a superior material for refining ancestral weapons, especially after taking out so many Nether god irons, even these immortal emperors are a little muttering whether their pockets are enough.

"That's not necessarily. The top ten ghost kings under the command of the Nether Emperor have followed the Nether Emperor for many years. They are all powerful and rich. Even if they use the Nether God Iron to build a big tomb, it is not surprising." The Flower Shadow Fairy Emperor said.

"The little monk seems to have seen the resentment in this tomb. If the resentment is released, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to the creatures who will come to and from the underworld in the future. My Buddha is compassionate. Ladies, the little monk will take a step forward and wait for the little monk to relieve the grievances and evil thoughts in it, and you will not be late to follow."

With that, Qingci Luohan stepped out and walked towards the entrance of the tomb.

"Qingci Luohan, what you said is bad. I resent the evil spirits most. If I can have enough resentment evil spirits, I can go further. Luohan, this emperor's tomb is predestined to complain about me, so don't grab it." A big man took a step forward and laughed.

As soon as he said this, a group of people couldn't help laughing.

The monk's consistent mantra is that this treasure is predestined with me. Now it is used by the demon immortal emperor, which makes people feel a little strange.

"You and other demons will cultivate themselves with resentment and evil spirits. Sooner or later, you will go crazy and become demons." Qingci Luohan scolded rudely on the spot.

"Qingci, you are really thick-skinned." Resentment sneered, and immediately shot directly at the big tomb.

Qingci's face changed slightly, and his feet flashed. Suddenly, his figure was like electricity and quickly approached the tomb.

Boom!

At this moment, a fierce spirit spread out, and a huge bone knife was cut directly from the tomb, and the blade flashed and fierce.