Vol 10 Chapter 15: Brow's Tomb

Chapter 15 The Tomb of Meixin
It was another full day and one night before another saint mark was slowly persecuted on the purple giant coffin.
You know, the mark of the saint who previously used the sky took at most one hour, but the mark of the saint took another day and night?
As the crowd waited, they naturally felt how strong this saint was.
The imprint came out, like a cloud of white light, twisting and hazy, but another kind of extremely dusty, high above. As soon as the mark came out, there was silence in the whole pool of evil spirits, as if this breath made all the evil spirits feel a sense of peace.
"Oh!" The mark burst away.
"Here, this is the mark of Hongjun Daozu?" The Tibetan King recognized it at a glance.
After that, the King of Jizo looked at the purple giant coffin with enthusiasm. He only knew that the purple giant coffin was extraordinary, but he never imagined that it would involve Hongjun.
Hong Jun, that was the real first person in the world.
Unmatched, no one can match. If it were not to reverse the number of days, he would be the strongest in the world. No matter what, as long as it involves Hongjun, it is definitely not anything.
"Hong Jun?" Zhong Shan frowned.
"Is this coffin made by Hong Jun?" Nangong Sheng wondered.
Hongjun made it? The King of the Tibetan Plateau carefully observed the coffin again.
At this time, Mr. Corpse also cast a spell again and recruited the purple giant coffin back.
Carried by several zombies, it was carried back to the previous palace, and it was not inspected carefully by the king of the tibet.
Although the king of the tibetan wanted to see it, the meaning of the corpse was obvious, and there was no more entanglement, but when the purple giant coffin was carried back, the tibetan king took a deep look.
"The King of Jizo has seen Hongjun?" Zhongshan asked curiously.
"I've seen it several times, but it's been hundreds of thousands of years ago!" The Jizo shook his head.
"Hong Jun is the ridiculed saint?"
"The order of the saints' sacrifices is first the son-in-law, the second heaven, the third Hongjun, the fourth citation, the fifth quasi mention, the sixth yuan, and the seventh too high. I thought that the sacrifice was just fine, but recently After being reborn, the holy derisions are really intriguing! "The Tibetan King did not hide.
Rebirth? In the previous conversation between the King of the Tibetan Plateau and Lantern Maitreya, Zhong Shan guessed.
"Hong Jun was ridiculed after Tongtian?" Zhong Shan frowned slightly, as if thinking of something very important.
"Yeah, the rebirth has been led, and perhaps other saints have rebirth in unexpected ways!" Said the King of Jizo.
"Rebirth? Isn't it the same way?"
"No, this is the bottom line of the heavenly path. If two saints are born again in the same way, it will touch the number of days. If the number of days is punished again, they will return to nothingness forever!" Said the Tibetan King shaking his head.
"Teached!" Zhong Shan said lightly.
"This is not a secret! King Jongsang can inquire about it from other populations!" The King of Jizo shook his head.
After that, the king of the tibetan looked at mr. Corpse.
"Homeowner!" The Jizo suddenly said.
The corpse raised his brow slightly and did not respond.
"Something?" Mr. Corpse asked.
"I want to surrender the stele of the burial, and return to His Majesty's family!" Said Emperor Jizo seriously.
Upon hearing the words of the Jizo King, Mr. Corpse's pupils shrank.
If in the past, Mr. Zushi might have been very happy to surrender the ‘Stone Jade’, that is to say that the King of the Tibetan Plateau was willing to recognize the burial family and was willing to restore the status of burial family in ancient times.
Mr. Ke Shi has followed Zhongshan for so many years, and he has reached an absolute high level of understanding of human nature. He has been separated for nine generations, and he has previously seen that the King of the Tibetan Plateau did not want to be a slave again. How could he suddenly surrender at this time?
Moreover, he was weaker than him. He did not kill the killer. He was worthy of his identity. No one was an idiot, especially an outstanding person like Zao.
Suddenly returning to His Majesty's house, it is obvious that the idiot is not epilepsy! Have other plans or requests.
Mr. Zhe took a deep look at the King of the Tibetan, shook his head and said, "The funeral home has not been rebuilt, you don't need to do so now!"
The Jizo King smiled with a bitter smile: "The world knows that I am a burial burial of no more than one hand, but at the moment I have to do so. Look at my monument!"
The Jizo King turned his hand to take out a round jadeite. The jadeite was dark in color, and the center of the black jade was a bright red line.
Seeing this piece of jade, Mr. Corpse's pupils shrank.
"Ground burial jade, red broken jade heart, what should you know?" Jizo looked at Mr. Shi.
"Red broken jade heart, it is difficult to escape!" Mr. Corpse said word by word.
The crowd didn't understand what it meant, but there was no socket.
"Yeah, it is difficult to escape, but this is only relative to others, but the funeral family has its own way to find another way, all depends on heaven. If you do n’t come here, I would like to hide this stele in the secret place, not let Others have nothing to do with it, but you are the owner of the funeral home. I am more at ease! Funeral, the way of life and death, if I can survive this calamity, I would like to return to the funeral home! "Emperor Jizo said solemnly.
Mr. Shake shook his head and said, "I can save the stele, but I can also help you stew the stele for you. If you are in trouble, you can handle it yourself! If you have survived the trouble, you can make a decision!"
"Huh!" Jizo nodded.
The King of the Tibetan Plateau did not reluctantly, because the King of the Tibetan Plate saw that Mr. Corpse was not so confused.
Separated from the King of the Tibetan Plateau, the crowd returned to the previous hall again.
The big round opened again. Several zombies have placed the coffin on the ground in the hall.
"Holy King, the King of the Tibetan Plateau surrendered the inscription jade. He is in a lot of trouble and should not be against us. Previously, I was still looking for a quiet place. Now it seems that there is no place there is quiet. I will do it here. "Mr. Corpse said.
"Ok!"
Mr. Corpse continued to take writing brushes and drew corpse in the hall with gold liquid, but Zhongshan found a quiet room, closed it slightly, swallowed the peerless evil devil, and a large amount of energy was transformed by the eight-pole sky tail, impacting Zhongshan body.
Daisen, Wuzhongtian!
"Sure enough, it is the evil of the ancestral wonderland! It would be better if more!" Zhongshan sighed.
Of course, others don't know what Zhong Shan thinks, otherwise he will spit blood, and a great fairy swallows an ancestor, and is not satisfied?
one day later.
On the ground in the hall, there was still a void, and Mr. Zombie painted endless corpses. Strange, and at the center of the corpse, a purple giant coffin rises squarely.
While everyone waited patiently, Mr. Zombie walked to the giant coffin. The detective took out the still beating heart.
"Plop, plop ...............!"
The heart caught in Mr. Corpse's hands, beating constantly, and it was extremely strange.
Luo Xingchen and Nangong Katsu both stared without blinking. After all, this scene looks very weird, because the heart in Mr. Corpse's hands is obviously not a magic weapon, but a dead thing, why does it keep beating?
The corpse slowly placed the scarlet heart in the coffin.
"Suddenly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
As if suddenly a gust of wind was blowing, a black gas visible to the naked eye gathered toward the purple giant coffin.
And inside the purple giant coffin, a black vortex looks even more obvious, circling the blood-colored heart, constantly spinning. The corpse quickly closed the coffin cover.
The coffin cover also seems to accelerate the absorption of black gas, and it is continuously infused into the coffin.
"This is it?" Luo Xingchen touched the void.
But as if that black gas didn't exist at all.
And outside the palace where everyone is.
In the distance, where the Jizo King was, the Jizo King closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, suddenly opened his eyes, and unexpectedly looked in the direction of Zhongshan's palace.
"Habits? The burial corpse? This corpse is truly extraordinary! Can the burial reappear the world because of him? If so, those saints don't know what it will look like!" The king of tibetan smiled strangely Road.
A large amount of black gas rushed to the purple giant coffin. After nearly ten days, the black gas slowly faded away and became invisible.
Mr. Corpse gently opened the coffin, and Zhong Shan saw that a heart was still beating, but the heart was now surrounded by a black gas. The black gas was not a ball, but it was vaguely forming a human black gas!
Great joy on Mr. Corpse's face!
With a wave of his hand, he closed the coffin.
Then his eyes were closed, and a dizzying curse was spoken in his mouth. Then, a narrow slit was opened in his brows.
The slits were dark and suddenly produced a suction, facing the purple giant coffin. Gradually, the purple giant coffin became strangely smaller under suction, and was finally sucked into Mr. Corpse's brows.
Eyebrows cracked together. It's like never before.
But the purple giant coffin disappeared, indicating that what Zhongshan had seen before was definitely not vain.
Eyebrow crack? Zhongshan's eyelids jumped. What does this mean?
At this time, the corpse sat cross-legged again. Suddenly, a lot of black gas rushed to the corpse of the corpse and instilled his habit.
Everyone defended the law for Mr. Corpse.
Three days later. Black gas faded again.
"Bang, bang!"
There was a muffled sound from Mr. Corpse's body. Mr. Dead finally opened his eyes.
As soon as the eyes opened, a fine light shot out, and then it went dull.
"You, have you reached the Great Wonderland?" Luo Xingchen revealed a strange trail.
I originally thought that I was the strongest person around the Holy King. However, 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.
After reading the golden pupil technique, the peerless monsters in Zu Wonderland can be blocked, and this corpse is even more evil.
The corpse got up, nodded and said nothing.
"Your brows ...?" Zhongshan asked curiously.
"My eyebrow is the best grave in heaven and earth! The coffin has found the best grave, and the grave has absorbed a little habit because the coffin will grow rapidly. It should not take long to reach the ancient fairy. Wang is more worried! "Mr. Zom said slightly happily.
But the stardust fell aside, but it was silent. How long will it take to reach the ancient fairy? When did practice become so easy? I wasted a lot of energy because of his excellent talent and supernatural power. But in the mouth of Mr. Corpse, but how long?
But think about the sky old in Lingxiao Heavenly Court, the falling star dust will be relieved, that sky old is even more exaggerated, and one hour was mentioned from the fairy to the ancient fairy.
"Good!" Zhong Shan was extremely satisfied.