surnamed Wang

As the candle in the corner went out, there was a sudden roar in the distance, followed by the sound of some animal running.

Wang Biquan suddenly looked at the rickety young man. Although he was arrested, he had a smile on his face. He immediately understood that there were others besides them in the underground palace, and the one who had been missed was most likely the mysterious Taoist.

Wang Biquan's spiritual consciousness was wide open, covering more than ten feet around him. Behind three tomb walls, he detected a strange figure.

"Mr. Liao, please take the people away quickly, and I will deal with the fish that slipped through the net."

After Wang Biquan finished speaking, he ran towards a passage at such a fast speed that he almost disappeared in an instant.

Liao Yuanzheng had seen what he was capable of before. Although he was still worried, he still retreated as instructed.

Wang Pingquan entered the tomb passage alone, moving from time to time on the seemingly flat ground to avoid the mechanisms hidden in the dark. After walking in the maze-like tunnel for less than 5 minutes, a figure finally appeared in front of him.

The underground palace was extremely dark, and Wang Pingquan did not bring any lighting other than candles. Even so, he could still distinguish the appearance of the black shadow with his spiritual sense.

The other person was on all fours, wearing an imperial crown and a black gold dragon robe. He was obviously an emperor, but he had been stored for too long, and his skin and flesh were tight on the bones, causing his whole body to look like an emperor.

The other party stared at him with a pair of dull eyes, opened his mouth stiffly, and uttered an obscure syllable. Wang Biquan looked calm and seemed to be muttering to himself:

"There was no imperial power back then, but in the end it was just a skeleton."

The corpse seemed to understand what he meant and roared again.

Wang Biquan slowly moved forward and continued:
"You have insulted a great emperor. Although I have no dealings with him, I am especially inferior to him when it comes to being a king.

Those who have died should be allowed to rest in peace. People who practice Taoism should do good deeds. If they do anything contrary to the way of heaven, everyone can punish them. Even if their sins are punished for thousands of kalpas, they will not be regretted. "

Wang Biangquan spoke indifferently, as if he was counting the charges in detail. The other party was completely angered by his words and rushed forward with a roar.

Wang Biquan remained unmoved and said calmly:
"Wang Bingde, maybe you never thought that there would be another disaster a thousand years later."

After saying this, the entire imperial mausoleum reverberated with a dragon's roar, and when the body was less than three steps away from Wang Biquan, it sank suddenly, as if being pressed to the ground by an invisible force.

"Privately stealing the imperial mausoleum is already a capital crime. Disturbing the rest of the heroes of our royal family for generations is an even greater crime."

Wang Pingquan's eyes emitted golden light, and the power that suppressed the corpse revealed its true appearance.

It was a five-clawed golden dragon, with flying beard and hair, and majestic weapons. This was the dragon energy accumulated by the Wang family for thousands of years, and could only be driven by the blood of the royal family.

As the strength of the golden dragon's feet gradually increased, the soul attached to the corpse showed its original shape, which was also lavender, but compared to the previous tomb robber, its features were clearer, and he was an old man with long hair and beard.

The spirit was restrained so that it could not move, and with a painful look on its face, the old man said in a vague voice:

"Who exactly are you?"

"You don't deserve to know."

Wang Biquan turned around and heard violent wails from behind.

Following another explosion, in a tomb a hundred steps away on the north side, a figure spit out a mouthful of blood, and then the whole person quickly shriveled up. In just a few breaths, it was completely transformed into a withered skeleton, with corpses all over the ground. No different.

Liao Yuanzheng finally felt relieved when he saw Wang Pingquan emerge from the hole in the ground. When he asked the other party about the result, he only received a plain "dead".

Ever since the two met, Wang Pingquan had given him one surprise after another. Whether it was an illusion or not, Liao Yuanzheng always felt that the other person had the aura of a superior person, and even he looked sideways at this aura.

After much hesitation, the old man finally did not ask the question and said with a smile:

"Quan, I didn't expect you to give me a big gift before retiring. To express your gratitude, would you like to have a meal at my house?"

Wang Pingquan did not refuse this time, nodded and said: "The relationship is good, can I take Taozi with me?"

"peach?"

"It's that three-inch little man who has been talking about Liao Huanyan in my ears every day since he left your house. He must have fallen in love with him."

Even though the old man was a long time old and used to seeing strange things, he still couldn't help but feel speechless at this moment.

……

Time passed by for a month and a half, and the earthquakes in the capital became more frequent. Even the immortals in the sky could not bear it and began to come down to earth to discuss with Wang Dingquan.

He is a holy spirit who doesn't seem to care about the common people at all. He clocks in and goes about his day at work every day, which is so mediocre that people can't stand it.

It's not that Wang Biquan is not anxious, but it's useless to be anxious. The master accepted his cultivation just to let him realize it. To realize this kind of thing, we always rely on chance.

According to the Purple Beard Thunder God, the current ruler of Heaven is the God of Prison, one of the ten evil gods in ancient times. He has always been known for his fairness and has never participated in the soul-destroying battle thousands of years ago. The same is true this time.

For the sake of past friendship, the God of Prison gave a suggestion, but after Wang Biquan heard it, a terrifying murderous aura emitted from his body.

Early the next morning, he arrived in front of a famous World Trade Center building in Beijing. At the gate, there was an endless stream of young people getting on and off the elevator, including some in strange clothes.

Wang Pingquan turned a blind eye to this and followed the crowd into the elevator. After arriving on the fifteenth floor, the elevator door opened and there was a bustle in front of him.

A large-scale comic exhibition is held here today. Handsome guys and beauties dressed as anime characters can be seen everywhere. There are also many vendors selling peripheral products, and the atmosphere is extremely lively.

Wang Biangquan looks ordinary now. If he were in his previous physical body, he would be wearing the most slutty clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist and a folding fan, allowing everyone to see his immortal style.

The entire venue was extremely huge. Wang Pingquan walked around inside for half an hour, and finally saw an old man with white hair and beard in the corner. He was talking to a beautiful girl, with a smile on his face that could kill flies.

"Girl, I am amazed by your skeleton. Are you willing to become my disciple and become a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of this world?"

The old guy was dressed in a white robe, and his words and deeds really looked like the legendary immortal. Unfortunately, his eyes were a bit vulgar, so that the woman who was talking to him left in a hurry after saying a few perfunctory words.

Looking at the other party's back, the old man shook his head with regret and said to himself:
"What a pity, it's a good seedling."

"Master, what a coincidence?" Wang Biquan stepped forward, grabbed the other person's shoulders, and spoke in a solemn tone.

The old man turned around, his expression surprisingly calm, without the slightest hint of regret, "Ah, disciple, are you here to see the beautiful girl too?"

Wang Pingquan twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile:

"Didn't you die with Li Fang Taibai?"

Li Changsheng stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Judging from your cultivation, you should have been teleported back by Jiulongyi, right?"

"Lao Deng, it's now time, there's no point in pretending to be stupid, right?"

"No, the me in front of you is not the me now, but the me from the past, the real me now. Life or death is unpredictable at this moment."

Wang Pingquan ignored the other party's tongue-twisting words, slowly took off his shoes and said:
"Master is right when he says something. It is indeed uncertain whether you will live or die at this moment."

... (end of this chapter)