Chapter 179 Transferred to Synthesizer

The mausoleum of the Tianji clan covers a very large area and is also extremely strict. All the mausoleums are buried in different places according to their own strength and their own contribution.

The more powerful the mausoleum is, the more traps there are nearby.

"Careless, don't go any better. These organs were arranged by our strong man himself before his death. If you accidentally hit the organ, even I can save you." Now, the Ghost King is not at all fierce at the beginning, but tirelessly introduces the surrounding tombs to Xia Jun.

Xia Jun heard a chill and felt that the Tianji clan was a group of crazy people. Compared with a tomb he had just passed, according to the ghost king, he was a 40-level strong man before his life, but after his death, he arranged a full 100 arrays around his tomb.

Such a horrible defense, not to mention tomb robbers, will die if someone passes by if they are not careful. According to the ghost king, this is still the most common.

"Those who can be buried here are all strong men of our clan. One hundred arrays are already the minimum requirements. If you haven't learned a hundred arrays, you will be embarrassed to be buried here." Seeing Xia Jun's surprised expression, the ghost king was very proud and felt that he had finally found a little superiority.

After walking in the royal mausoleum for more than half an hour, under the leadership of the ghost king, Xia Jun passed through many palaces and finally came to the last and most majestic palace.

Here, there are no tombstones, no coffins, and some are golden sculptures, but these sculptures are not carved gods. If you look carefully, they are all Tianji people. In front of many sculptures, there are still incense burners, many of which have collapsed and are covered with dust.

"Our people only believe in our ancestors and will not worship those gods!" As if seeing the doubts in Xia Jun's eyes, the ghost king sneered, and then suddenly knelt down and solemnly kowtowed to these sculptures.

Xia Jun thought for a moment and bowed slightly to these sculptures to pay tribute. Just take it as a thank you. It's necessary to transfer to a synthesizer, or be polite.

After three bangs, the ghost king stood up again and led Xia Jun into the palace. This is a magnificent palace surrounded by exquisite murals. At the front is a huge step with a huge throne.

In front of the throne is a huge jade box carved with dragons and phoenixes, which is extremely gorgeous. It's just that the whole throne and jade box are covered by a huge layer of light cocoon.

"This is the place where my family changed to become a synthesizer!" The ghost king looked at Xia Jun with a solemn expression. Thousands of years ago, there was an amazing ancestor in my i clan, who saw through this world and created his own synthesian, the only profession that did not belong to the gods!"

"Do you see that layer of light cocoon? That's the jade of fate! There are only two ways to become a synthesizer. One is to become a member of my Tianji clan, live a lifetime, work for my clan, and never betray me! Second, touch the jade of fate. As long as you are predestined with the synthetist, you can change your job! If you don't have a chance, you will fail to transfer! Most importantly, everyone can only have one chance to change jobs!"

"Xia Jun, have you made up your mind? Reincarnated as my Tianji clan, you will have a chance to transfer to a synthesizer with more than five levels. If you touch jade as a human, you will have less than one chance to transfer successfully!"

The ghost king looked at Xia Jun with a smile, and there was a rare trace of gentleness in his eyes. It is quite interesting to look at the younger generation. After all, there is a half chance that you can succeed in transferring to Tianji clan, but it is almost impossible to succeed as a human being.

As long as you are an individual, you know how to choose.

Once Xia Jun chooses to be reincarnating, he will become a Tianji clan and be the same as the ghost king. Naturally, the attitude of the ghost king will be very gentle.

"How about it? Now, do you want to be reincarnator for me?"

"No!"

Xia Jun shook his head directly. Rejected the ghost king's proposal.

"What?"

The ghost king's face changed dramatically and looked at Xia Jun in disbelief. Is the man in front of him a fool? The deputy profession that everyone dreams of is right in front of you. And Xia Jun actually gave up!

"Xia Jun, you know that although in theory, human beings can also be transferred to synthesizers, but in theory, there has never been a human being who can successfully transfer to a real synthesizer!"

The ghost king thought that Xia Jun had not figured out the situation and quickly explained it in detail.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Xia Jun smiled. His smile was very pure. He looked at the Ghost King and said seriously, "Ghost King, although I long for power, don't forget that I am always a human race! The strong human race is my glory, and the human race is weak, so I will practice hard to make people stronger!"

"I, after all, are the human race! In the past, now, and in the future, too! At this point, I will never turn to that family just because the race is stronger than us. Such a person is not a strong man, but a traitor!"

After saying that, Xia Jun didn't care about the ugly face of the ghost king. He pointed to the light cocoon on the throne and said, "Ghost king, just touch it, okay?"

"That's right! However, human beings, I would like to remind you that since my ancestors created a synthesizer, no one other than our clan can really change to a synthesizer! You won't succeed! Unless you are reincarnator of my heavenly race!" The ghost king had a black face and tried to make the final persuasion.

Xia Jun shook his head. No one succeeded before, which does not mean that no one will succeed in the future. Although there is only less than one chance, there is still hope in the end.

Without the persuasion of the ghost king, Xia Jun raised his feet and walked up the steps step by step.

"Stubborn boy! You won't succeed!" The ghost king's face returned to indifference. Xia Jun actually refused to join the powerful Tianji clan. He felt that the faceless ghost king would naturally not have a good face.

However, he did not stop Xia Jun from touching the jade box. It was completely regarded as a joke. He shook his head in his heart and said, "Sure enough, he is a boy who does not know the thickness of heaven and earth. The weakest human race in purgatory also wants to change to a noble synthesizer. It's a joke!"

"That ghost king, you should be watching my jokes, right? Although I can be transferred to a synthologist, but my parents and my sister are all human beings, and I also have the blood of the human race. How can I not even want my ancestors for the sake of strength?

"Although the probability of transferring is very small, isn't there another chance? Try it. In case of good luck, it may be possible to transfer successfully!"

Step by step, Xia Jun walked to the throne and fought for a while. Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try.

Whether it can succeed or not, try it, it won't be wrong!

Go-dong!

Xia Jun swallowed his saliva, gently went deep into the cocoon with his right hand, and touched the jade box.

"Hmm! The self-powerful guy, when he fails to transfer, I must humiliate him with the sharpest words! Let him dare to refuse my invitation!" The ghost king looked at Xia Jun with a pale face and jokingly.

At this time, Xia Jun's hand also touched the jade box and got a cold piece.

Jade box, no response!

A strong sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on the ghost king's face, and he looked like this.

"Has it failed?" Xia Jun was slightly regretful and wanted to draw his hand back. Suddenly, just as Xia Jun was about to pull back his hand, the jade box seemed to stick to his hand and stick tightly.

Xia Jun was shocked and subconsciously began to shake his hand, bang! With a soft sound, when Xia Jun shook it, he actually shook off the lid of the jade box, and a strong white light drowned him in an instant.

The ghost king under the steps almost stared out and said in shock, "It's impossible, no, how can he succeed in transferring to another job? I must be dreaming. It must be an illusion. Yes, it's an illusion!"

Bang!

The ghost king, who was difficult to accept this fact, directly slapped himself heavily in the face and tried to wake himself up.