Chapter 15: The Tomb Between the Eyebrows

It took another whole day and night before another saint's mark was slowly forced out on the huge purple coffin.

You know, the previous imprint of the Tongtian Saint only took an hour at most, but this saint's imprint took another day and one night?

While everyone was waiting, they naturally felt how strong this saint was.

The imprint came out, like a cloud of white light shrouded, twisted and hazy, but it was extremely dusty and high above. As soon as the imprint came out, there was a moment of silence in the blood pool of the evil ghosts, as if this aura gave all the evil spirits a sense of peace.

"Boom!" The imprint suddenly dispersed.

"This, is this the mark of Hongjun Daozu?" Ksitigarbha recognized it at a glance.

After finishing speaking, Ksitigarbha looked at the huge purple coffin with a little jealousy. He only knew that the huge purple coffin was extraordinary, but he never thought that it would involve Hongjun.

Hongjun, that was the real number one person in the world back then.

Unrivaled, unmatched, if it weren't for the reversal of the number of days, he would be the strongest in the whole world. No matter what, as long as Hongjun is involved, it is absolutely not ordinary.

"Hongjun?" Zhong Shan frowned.

"Could it be that Hongjun made this coffin?" Nangong Sheng asked doubtfully.

Made by Hongjun? Ksitigarbha took a closer look at the coffin again.

At this time, Mr. Corpse also cast a spell again, and brought back the giant purple coffin.

It was carried by several zombies and carried back to the previous palace without being carefully inspected by Ksitigarbha.

Although Ksitigarbha wanted to see it, Mr. Corpse's intentions were obvious, so he didn't bother, but when the giant purple coffin was carried back, Ksitigarbha still took a deep look.

"King Ksitigarbha has seen Hongjun?" Zhong Shan asked curiously.

"I've seen it several times, but it happened hundreds of thousands of years ago!" Ksitigarbha shook his head.

"Which saint is Hongjun to perish?"

"The order of the death of the saints is Nuwa first, Tongtian second, Hongjun third, Jieyin fourth, Zhunti fifth, Yuanshi sixth, and Taishang seventh. Before I thought it was just a fall, but recently Jieyin was reborn, and the death of the saints is really intriguing!" Ksitigarbha did not hide it.

Rebirth? When Ksitigarbha had a conversation with Randeng Maitreya earlier, Zhong Shan guessed it.

"Did Hongjun fall after reaching the sky?" Zhong Shan raised his brows slightly, as if thinking of something very important.

"Yeah, Jieying has been reborn, maybe other sages have also been reborn in unexpected ways!" Ksitigarbha said.

"Rebirth? Can't use the same method?"

"No, this is already the bottom line of the way of heaven. If two saints are reborn in the same way, it will touch the number of days. If the number of days is punished, they will return to nothingness forever!" Ksitigarbha shook his head and said.

"Taught!" Zhong Shan said lightly.

"It's not a secret! Zhong Shengwang can also find out about this from other people!" Ksitigarbha shook his head and said.

After speaking, Ksitigarbha looked at Mr. Corpse.

"Patriarch!" Ksitigarbha suddenly said.

Mr. Corpse raised his brows slightly, but did not respond with a single word.

"Is something wrong?" Mr. Corpse asked.

"I want to hand over the stele jade of the burial lineage and return it to the burial family!" King Ksitigarbha solemnly said.

Hearing Ksitigarbha's words, Mr. Corpse's pupils shrank.

If it was in the past, Mr. Corpse might be very happy and hand over the 'tablet jade', which means that Ksitigarbha is willing to recognize the funeral family and is willing to restore the status of the family servant of the funeral family in ancient times.

But Mr. Shi has been with Zhong Shan for so many years, and his understanding of human nature has reached an absolute height. He has been divided into nine generations, and he has seen before that Ksitigarbha does not want to be a servant again. How could he suddenly be willing to surrender at this time?

Besides, he is also weaker than him, he did not kill the killer, he is already worthy of his status, no one is an idiot, especially such an outstanding person as King Zao.

To suddenly want to return to the funeral family's command is obviously fake and not insane! Something else to seek or desire.

Mr. Corpse took a deep look at Ksitigarbha, shook his head and said, "The Burial House hasn't been rebuilt yet, so you don't need to do it now!"

The Ksitigarbha King showed a wry smile and said, "There are no more than one person in the world who knows that I am a burial ghost, but at this moment, I have to do so. Look at my jade stele!"

Ksitigarbha turned his hands and took out a round piece of jade. The jade was pitch black, and in the center of the black jade was a bright red line, splitting the jade in half.

Seeing this stele jade, Mr. Corpse's pupils shrank.

"The burial stele jade, the red broken jade heart, you should know what it means?" Ksitigarbha looked at Mr. Corpse and said.

"Red broken jade heart, doomed!" Mr. Corpse said word by word.

The people on the side didn't understand what it meant, but they didn't plug in either.

"Yes, there is no escape, but this is only relative to others, and the funeral family has its own way to find another way out. Everything depends on fate. If you don't come here, I originally wanted to hide this stele jade in a secret place, so that I can't let it go. Others are not at all contaminated, but you are the head of the Zang family, and I will feel more at ease if I entrust it to you! Zan, the way of life and death, if I can survive this disaster, I would like to return to the Zan family's command!" Ksitigarbha said solemnly.

Mr. Corpse shook his head and said, "I can keep the stele jade, or I can warm up the stele jade for you. You can deal with the disaster yourself! If you survive the disaster, you can make a decision!"

"En!" Ksitigarbha nodded.

Ksitigarbha didn't force it either, because Ksitigarbha could see that Mr. Shi was not so easy to fool.

Separated from Ksitigarbha, everyone returned to the previous hall again.

The big formation opened again. Several zombies have already placed the coffin on the ground of the main hall.

"Holy King, Ksitigarbha handed over the stele jade. He suffered a lot, so it shouldn't be bad for us. I was still looking for a secluded place before, but now it seems that there is no place that is secluded here. I will do it here. !” Said Mr. Corpse.

"Um!"

Mr. Corpse continued to take the brush, and used gold liquid to draw the corpse inscription in the hall, but Zhong Shan found a quiet room, retreated slightly, swallowed the peerless evil, and a large amount of energy was transformed by Baji Tianwei, impacting Zhong Shan's body.

Great Immortal, Fifth Heaven!

"Sure enough, they are monsters from the Ancestral Wonderland! It would be better if there were more!" Zhong Shan sighed.

Of course, others don't know what Zhong Shan thinks, otherwise he must vomit blood depressedly, a great immortal swallows an ancestor immortal, isn't he satisfied?

after one day.

On the ground of the main hall and in the void, Mr. Corpse has drawn infinite corpse inscriptions. It was extremely strange, and in the center of the corpse, a huge purple coffin rose up squarely.

While everyone was waiting patiently, Mr. Corpse walked up to the giant coffin. The probe took out the heart that was still beating.

"Plop, plop

The heart was held in the hands of Mr. Corpse, beating non-stop, extremely strange.

Luo Xingchen and Nangong Sheng stared at each other without blinking. After all, this scene looks very strange, because the heart in Mr. Corpse's hand is obviously not a magic weapon, but why does a dead object keep beating?

Mr. Corpse slowly put the bloody heart into the coffin.

"suddenly

As if a gust of wind suddenly blew up, gusts of black air visible to the naked eye converged towards the giant purple coffin.

And inside the giant purple coffin, a black vortex looked more obvious, constantly rotating around the bloody heart. Mr. Corpse quickly closed the coffin lid.

And the coffin lid also seems to absorb the black energy faster, continuously pouring it into the coffin.

"This is?" Luo Xingchen touched the void.

But it seems that the black air does not exist at all.

And outside the palace where everyone is.

In the distance where the Ksitigarbha King was, the Ksitigarbha King closed his eyes to adjust his breath, but suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the palace where Zhong Shan was located unexpectedly.

"Habits? The dead body of the buried family? This generation of dead bodies is really extraordinary! Could it be that the buried family can reappear in the world because of him? If so, those saints don't know what kind of faces they will have!" Ksitigarbha showed a strange smile road.

A large amount of black air rushed towards the giant purple coffin. After nearly ten days of this, the black air slowly faded away, so faint that it was invisible.

Mr. Corpse gently opened the coffin, and Zhong Shan saw that a heart was still beating continuously, but at this moment the heart was wrapped in a puff of black air. The black air was not a mass, but a black air in the shape of a human being!

Mr. Corpse was overjoyed!

With a wave of his hand, he closed the coffin.

Then the eyes were closed, and a dizzying incantation was chanted in the mouth, and then, a thin slit was suddenly split between the eyebrows.

It was pitch black in the slits, and suddenly a suction force was generated, facing the huge purple coffin. Gradually, the huge purple coffin became strangely smaller under the suction force, and was finally sucked between Mr. Corpse's eyebrows.

The gap between the eyebrows closed. As if it had never happened before.

But the giant purple coffin disappeared, indicating that what Zhong Shan saw earlier was definitely not false.

Cracks between the brows? Zhong Shan's eyelids twitched, what kind of method is this?

At this time, Mr. Corpse was sitting cross-legged again. Suddenly, a large amount of black air rushed directly between Mr. Corpse's eyebrows. After instilling habitual energy, Mr. Corpse's body immediately emitted fluorescence.

Everyone protects Mr. Corpse.

It was three days later. The blackness faded away again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Mr. Corpse made muffled sounds from his body. Mr. Corpse finally opened his eyes.

As soon as the eyes were opened, a ray of light shot out, and then it calmed down.

"You, have you reached the Great Wonderland?" Luo Xingchen asked strangely.

I originally thought that I was the strongest person around the Holy King, but after this period of time, I found that none of the people around the Holy King could be judged by common sense, and they were all extremely weird.

With the Yoyo Golden Eye Technique, the peerless evildoers in the Ancestral Wonderland can be sealed, and this Mr. Corpse is even more evil.

Mr. Corpse got up, nodded and didn't say much.

"The center of your eyebrows...?" Zhong Shan asked curiously.

"My eyebrows are the best tomb in the world! The coffin has found the best tomb, and because the coffin has absorbed a bit of habit, the cultivation base of my subordinates will grow rapidly. It shouldn't take long before I can reach the level of an ancient immortal and become a saint." The king will share more worries!" Mr. Corpse said a little happily.

On the other hand, Luo Xingchen was speechless. How long will it take to reach the ancient immortal? When did practice become so easy? Because of my excellent talent and time supernatural power, I also wasted a lot of strength. But when it reaches the mouth of Mr. Corpse, how long will it take?

However, Luo Xingchen was relieved when he thought about the Heavenly Elder in Lingxiao Heavenly Court. That Elder Heaven was even more exaggerated.

"Okay!" Zhong Shan said with great satisfaction. &qu;RA