Chapter 207: Ghost Heart Grass

Zhong Yang gave Wang Jing a strange look, and his eyes were full of natural discrimination. If he changed it to usual, Wang Jing would have turned his head and scolded, but this time, Wang Jing didn’t respond at all, but he was stunned. Looking at the stone gate, after a while, he suddenly said: "I have seen this pattern..."
This time Zhong Yang was amazed.
"have you seen?"
"Well, I have seen..." Wang Jing looked up at the huge stone gate, his eyes looked at the strange and complicated pattern, and after a long while, he nodded again: "Ten years ago, I and I Master entered the ancestral land of Qianshan once, sweeping the tombs of the ancestors of all dynasties. Among them, the tombstone of the real man of Chilong was inscribed with such patterns..."
"Chilong live-action?" Zhong Yang was surprised for a moment. The name of Chilong live-action, among the monks in the north, probably didn't hear much about it...
At that time, Qianshan Sect had just experienced a great disaster. The Fa-Spirit and the Master Jin Dan fell one after another, leaving only seven true disciples with hard support.
Everyone thought that Qianshan Sect would fall from the seat of one of the ten major schools in the North Realm. However, at this critical moment, Chilong Reality was born, and he was one of the seven true transmissions at the age of twenty. After that, it was even a series of adventures. In just ten years or so, he became a master of Jin Dan in the north.
Seventeen years later, he even broke through the realm of law. He simply pulled the Qianshan Sect on the edge of the cliff back...
When the real red dragon rises, it is the day of the monster. The corpses of the northern realm flow across the wild blood and flow into the river. The real red dragon is the only one of the seventeen real people in the northern realm. From the world of four seas to the world of annihilation, from the city of candlefire to the mountain of Tianluo, more than one hundred battles, large and small, have never been defeated once.
If it weren’t for a sudden sitting in the sky, I am afraid that the ranking of the ten major schools in the northern border is not like this now...
It can be said that when the real red dragon lived, it almost covered everyone's light. Even a proud person like Zhong Yang had to admit that it was the era of the real red dragon.
This is a thunderous name.
"At that time, there were a total of thirteen such patterns on Chilong's tombstone..." It was a bit strange to say. When referring to this ancestor, Wang Jing's face seemed a bit unnatural, but only one In a flash, even the nearest Zhong Yang did not notice.
"Thirteen?" Zhong Yang frowned after listening, looking up at the huge stone gate: "Strange, here are the thirteen..."
"I heard from my master that this pattern may be a divine channel pattern, but after the red dragon lived down, it was transformed into a supernatural power. Thirteen patterns represent the thirteen great supernatural powers that the red dragon lived in his life..."
"Wait..." Zhong Yang heard this, his eyes widened slowly: "So, does it mean that behind this stone gate, a monk who is not inferior to Chilong is also sitting?"
"I do not know then……"
After a moment of silence in the mountain's abdomen, Zhong Yang suddenly gritted his teeth: "Go, go in and see!"
Having arrived here, Wang Jing naturally didn't want to go home empty-handed, so he only hesitated a little and walked to Shimen.
The protection of the stone gate is not complicated, just a small five-element golden lock formation, both of whom are outstanding among the monks of the same generation. Qianshan Sect, who was born in Wang Jing, is more famous for its formation and runes. A help, but half an hour later, this small five-element golden lock array was opened by Wang Jing, followed by a whisper of "嚓嚓嚓", the huge stone door was slowly opened...
Then, in front of me suddenly bright...
"What a great palace!" Zhong Yang, as a true biography of the Netherworld Sect, has seen the underground palace for decades, there are no one hundred and eighty, but when the huge stone door slowly opened, Zhong Yang couldn't help but exclaimed .
Such an underground palace of the same size, that is Zhong Yang and only in his life...
At a glance, it looks like an underground city. The towering city walls are mottled and vicissitudes, carved with traces of the years. After passing through the city gate, it is a very wide avenue, enough to accommodate more than a dozen carriages passing by side by side. This is a scale that even Wanghai City does not have.
The houses and shops on both sides of the avenue are all available. Looking forward along the avenue, you can clearly see that a black palace stands in the very center of the city. Through the misty mist, it looks like a black monster entrenched in Where it is...
It's just that this city that should be full of prosperity, but this green ghost fire is floating around, and the air is filled with mist, making the whole city look gloomy...
"It seems to be careful..." Zhong Yang swallowed hard with some effort. After thinking for a while, he revealed the ghost image of the Demon King, and then walked slowly along the avenue.
"and many more!"
However, Zhong Yang's footsteps had just moved, and Wang Jing behind him exclaimed...
"What a fuss..."
Zhong Yang sneered subconsciously, but this sentence did not have time to finish. The face of the ghost king of the Nether Sect suddenly showed a bit of surprise. The two almost rushed to a house next to him, Wang Jing body shape Just moved, a beam of thunder has fallen, unbiased, just blocking Zong Yang behind him...
"Damn..." Zong Yang suddenly scolded a swear word, but unfortunately it was too late, but just for a moment of stunned spirit, Wang Jing entered the house in a flash...
There is nothing in the house, but a weed in the corner of the house exudes a ghostly spirit...
"Sure enough!" Wang Jingxin was very happy, and reached out to grab the grass in his hand, and Zhenyuan turned around, dispelling the monstrous ghost spirit, which was strange to say. Suddenly exuded a strange fragrance, even the natal ghost king behind Zhong Yang, at the moment when he smelled the strange fragrance, he couldn't help it...
"It's just a ghost heart, as for you playing this way?" Zhong Yang looked at the situation and knew that he couldn't rob it. He simply took the natal ghost king back, but he still ridiculed two words on his mouth: " Your Qianshan Sect has made a point of this..."
Of course, this means listening to Wang Jing...
In fact, Zong Yang had greeted the 18th generation of King Jingzu Zong in his heart. This ghost heart is far more than that. This is a real treasure of heaven and earth, especially for ghost repairs like Zong Yang. A ghost heart grass is in hand, it is equivalent to giving the natal ghost a chance to transform...