Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 31
Wu Bing was thinking about what was inside, and when he heard that Zhan Changfeng couldn't be trapped by the ecstasy ladder, he was in a hurry, and he didn't bother to deal with Song Shizi, and said decisively, "I'll get rid of the Gu on your body, and you will lead me ahead. "

"Respect is worse than obedience."

After tossing for a long time, Gao Tianzu finally set foot on the stairs.

This step and fork are everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will unconsciously take another road. Zhan Changfeng is unmoved, and he strides forward as if he has entered a land of no one. After a while, he sees a cave in front of him. .

Yo, the hole.Good for treasure.

Zhan Changfeng has not given up on the founding emperor's treasury.

The hole is excavated, the skill is as high as before, and the style is also very atmospheric.

However, there are coffins hanging on its walls, and there are as many as [-] coffins.

Zhan Changfeng felt the abundance of yin and resentment, especially better than the ghosts in the old house.

She took the scabbard and knocked on the flat ground paved by the black rock, her eyes went over [-] meters to the exit.

Under this [-]-meter-long corridor, is the pit of a thousand people?

No wonder I didn't see the bones of the tomb maker before, but it turned out to be buried here.

The black rock is full of scriptures and spells to suppress the grievances of the craftsmen.

However, the craftsmen were buried, who filled the pit and applied the restraint.

And these coffins, who are buried?

Suddenly her phoenix eyes opened slightly, how could it be possible!What about those ghosts!

Zhan Changfeng lost her inner strength, but at that time she was already in the Great Perfection of the day after tomorrow.

This powerful perception is not changed by the increase or loss of the internal force, so it is still there, even more sensitive to the yin and yin because of the pure yin bone.

If the deceased is unwilling to die, his soul will remain in the human world and become a ghost, and the ghosts are mostly yin and resentful.

So at first she thought that there were ghosts of craftsmen here, but under the perception, there was no trace of ghosts.

So, where does the anger come from?

Zhan Changfeng's eyelids jumped, as if he felt some kind of peeping.But looking around, there is nowhere to hide.

She took a few steps back, turned and continued to walk in. She has reached this point, and there is no reason to escape.

The vision is suddenly clear, the wide square square is the ground, the dome-shaped mountain wall is the sky, a white stone is the wall, and the solemn palace with nanmu as the beam stands proudly.

It is tightly embedded in the cave and seems to be integrated with this huge space.

Strangely, its hall door was half-open.

It was as if someone had come in and out and forgot to close it.

At this time, the palace was more like an empty house without its owner.

Zhan Changfeng stepped sideways and entered through the half-opened temple door, and the lights were always on.

This hall is extremely empty and very cold, and even small sounds can be amplified here, making people stand upright.

On the high platform in front of it, there is a crystal coffin, and a person can be vaguely seen lying on it.

Zhan Changfeng glanced at the ashes on the ground, then walked to the high platform and stood beside the crystal coffin.

Upon closer inspection, there was a man eight feet in length with a handsome face like a knife. He was dressed in a black-bottomed red-edged imperial suit, and he wore the crown of the emperor, just like a stalwart before his death.

There is also an enchanting red flower, which buds from his mouth and blooms.

This flower distorted Zhan Changfeng's emotion when he saw his ancestor.

What the hell? !

A faint sigh resounded in the ear, Zhan Changfeng looked back suddenly, and saw a man standing behind her, with a handsome and evil face, deep and affectionate eyes.

"Does it look good?" he said, looking at the flower.

"It's good, if it didn't grow out of my ancestor's body." Zhan Changfeng silently detoured to the other side of the coffin, staying a little further away from him, "General Wu really cares deeply about our ancestor."

The man hooked his lips and smiled, his voice hoarse, "You know me?"

"Look at the picture."

"Oh, it's really from the Yi family," the man laughed, "when he designed the door outside, he put the dragon armor on it and said that when his descendants came to solve it, I still laughed at him. Delusional thinking, there is a person in the same vein who bears the crape myrtle, and it is already the mercy of heaven, how can there be a second one."

"It seems now," his eyes darkened, "forecasting, he has learned very well."

Wu Xingshan also participated in the design of the underground palace?
It seems that the founding emperor did not pay much attention to him.

The man seemed to see what Zhan Changfeng was thinking, his eyes were both ironic and complicated, "It's just that he wanted to use this underground palace to trap me, but in the end he became my ghost."

"Does it look good?" he asked again, "It's called the Imperial Flower."

He smiled wickedly, "I was waiting for my unruly disciples to come, I didn't expect you to come first, but that's fine."

Zhan Changfeng made a big alarm, and suddenly saw the remnant soul turned into a light and shot between her eyebrows. He was not an inheritance method, so how could he do it well.

At this time, Zhan Changfeng didn't care about his physical body anymore, his bloody eyes were cold when he raised his eyes.

The human body has yin and yang, and when a person dies, the yin and yang disappear. Those who do not want to leave will seize the last breath of yin and become a ghost.

Strictly speaking, Zhan Changfeng is still not a cultivator, but precisely, what she needs most now is pure yin qi.

This remnant of the soul delusionally wants to take its body and occupy its luck, but it is the sheep into the tiger's mouth.

Wu Xingshan was stopped halfway, as if the whole soul was being pulled towards the Moyu wrench in her hand.

how so!
Wu Xingshan was forced to show up again, looking at her with horror inexplicably, when footsteps came from outside, and the door of the hall opened wide.

Wu Xingshan gritted his teeth and gave up half of his soul to fly into a person's body.

That person is the young Wu Cheng!

Wu Cheng's face turned pale, his eyes struggled with pain, as if he was pulling, and he almost cried, "Grandpa, save me"

Wu Bing also saw the afterimage of Wu Xingshan. After seeing him burrow into Wu Cheng's body, there was a hint of surprise on his face, and he was a little bit of ecstasy that he had finally waited for.

He said softly to Wu Cheng, "Grandson, it is your luck that the patriarch came to you, don't resist, relax your mind, and listen carefully to the precepts of the patriarch."

What is coming? !

Is Wu Cheng stupid? On the contrary, he is the smartest and most talented child of the Gaotian Clan. Before that, he was also the most favored young patriarch!

He knew at once that the so-called patriarch was taking his body, and his dear grandfather wanted to sacrifice himself!

Wu Cheng's heart was icy cold, his resentment and anger soared, and his will to survive was so strong that Wu Xingshan suffered a bit of backlash.

If Wu Xingshan wanted to devour his soul in the original state, it would be easy for Wu Xingshan to devour his soul, but he provokes Zhan Changfeng and damages his soul by committing death in front of him, so he cannot withstand Wu Cheng's counterattack.

Under the crisis, Wu Xingshan forced to form a contract, saying: "If you continue to fight, you and I will lose both, why not sign an equal contract, I will help you to swing the ninth level and become a fairy!"

When Wu Cheng heard that he had become an immortal, his heart flickered, and the contract fell, and his face changed greatly, "What if you want to hurt me again!"

"This is an equality contract. I can't hurt you, and you can't hurt me. Besides, I can still help you, so what's your disadvantage."

Wu Cheng was silent, the fact has already happened, what else could he do, "I'll believe you!"

He looked down at the sword that penetrated his lower abdomen in surprise.
"Shuzi, you dare!" Wu Bingyuan's eyes widened angrily, as if his own father had been killed.

"Why don't you dare!" Zhan Changfeng drew out his sword, Wu Cheng froze, and her hand clasped his neck, "He can't die yet, if you take a step forward, it won't be certain."

Wu Bing really hesitated, unable to advance or retreat.

Zhan Changfeng's expression was grim, shattering the appearance of gentleness before, and Wu Bing felt a bit like he should have felt in addition to his heart palpitations.

Dangtang was a prince of a dynasty, and she was a person of the inheritance of an emperor. It was strange that she would be gentle and well-behaved.

"What do you want to do, let go of Cheng'er and everything can be said!"

"This should be my question," Zhan Changfeng said in a deep voice, "Say, what is the purpose of the emperor flower, and what is your purpose?"

She asked about Wu Xingshan in Wu Cheng's body.

(End of this chapter)