Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

There is no trace of the original demon Xiexiu in the northern city.

But what is certain is that they must all have entered this space.

Otherwise, Si Junfeng's painstaking efforts to plant the "magic armor" would be meaningless.

"You can only enter the place where the ghostly aura is thick and foggy, and you will probably meet Si Junfeng."

"The real tomb is there."

"As for the souls living in the city...is it to continue to rule after death..."

With some guesses in my heart.

The evil dragon under its feet was extremely fast, and it flew a long distance in just a short moment.

They brought Tang Sanzan and several people together, and appeared in a place where the cloudy energy was so thick that it condensed into fog.

In the entire world that resembles the underworld, this is the core of everything.

You can also see many demons and evil cultivators from the original northern city, wandering outside the dense fog.

They seem to be debating whether to venture into it.

When I saw Tang Sanzan and others coming with their feet on the evil dragon.

In an instant, he subconsciously moved away from them.

The prestige of Nielong is also well-known in Beicheng District.

But since that day.

The True Dragon Pavilion was destroyed overnight, and the Nielong lost its trace.

Many evil cultivators also died suddenly outside the True Dragon Pavilion.

Now when it reappears, it has already become a means of transportation for others.

It is conceivable how powerful those guys standing on Nielong's body are.

They don't want to have any contact with Tang Sanzan and others in the process of exploring the "big tomb".

It's just...they want to avoid it.

Tang Sanzan didn't think so.

"Jie Jie Jie..." There were a few laughs of Mrs. Han on purpose.

Tang Sanzan stood on Nielong's body, his gaze under the hole in the mask swept around.

"Everyone, we are all monks in Beicheng District, why don't you help each other and explore this mysterious tomb together?"

The gloomy voice echoed around.

It shows the "enthusiasm" of Tang Sanbu.

Those guys who were planning to sneak away suddenly froze in place.

I was constantly struggling in my heart, whether to obey the words of the scary guy in front of me, or continue to run away.

"My lord, I feel that my life is poor and I am not qualified to explore this tomb. I will leave now and never disturb my lord's pleasure!"

An evil cultivator who looks like an old man.

He opened his mouth with a wry smile, and then planned to step back and leave.

"Ha ha..."

Tang Sanzan, who was above the evil dragon, smiled, and He Shan smiled.

"It's all here, if you don't go in and explore, how can you be worthy of yourself?"

"Since you say that you have poor fortune, then let me take you there."

"Don't be polite to me, I always like to help others!"

The voice fell.

The ancient Nether Bell, which is as small and exquisite as a bell, manifests in the hands of Tang Sanzan.

The soaring hatred and evil thoughts turned into a terrifying and distorted face on top of Tang Sanzan's head.

I saw it smiling strangely at the evil cultivator.

The old man's soul body instantly separated from his physical body, and flew into the Nether Ancient Clock.

"Clap" sound.

The old man's body fell to the ground weakly.

From the beginning to the end, he never even resisted...

Chapter 112 Kingdom of Hades, The Cruel Truth

A dense misty ghostly air enveloped the outside.

Tang Sanzan stood on top of the evil dragon, condescendingly looking down at a group of evil cultivators and monsters below.

The cold gaze seemed to carry an unbearable pressure for them.

Scan an area every so often.

Regardless of evil cultivators, ghosts or demons.

They all knelt down on the ground trembling, shouting words such as "We are willing to go together".

"Is there any kind of luck that is poor and fate is shallow?"

"Buddha... I have always been generous and benevolent, and I like to help others."

"It's so hard to have this opportunity. How can you come back disappointed if you can enter such a place?"

"Even if I am a bit more tired, I have to bring you in to have a look at whatever I say."

Tang Sanzan held the ancient Nether Bell, and the gloomy sound echoed all around.

The face transformed by the venomous thoughts seemed to be exuding silent wailing and screaming.

It made the evil ghosts lower their heads deeply.

No one dared to look at him, for fear of stepping into the old man's footsteps.

"No, no! No! We are all willing to enter it with adults!"

"That's right! We can still do our best for the adults!"

"We are all destined, and we can take the lead in testing for adults if there is any danger!"

"..."

A group of guys whose mentality was completely destroyed by Tang Sanzan.

Immediately, he frantically began to express his opinion, for fear that he would speak slowly.

He was "piggybacked" by the other party.

"Very good, very energetic, this is the demeanor of our evil cultivators in Beicheng District!"

"This seat is very optimistic about you, and the future of Beicheng District still depends on you."

"Let's go, you lead the way ahead, and this seat will hold the battle for you, so as to ensure that you will have no future worries."

This statement came out.

A group of "willing" evil cultivators could only be forced into a group.

In front of Tang Sanzan, he stepped into the thick black mist of ghost energy.

Tang Sanbu hit two women and one zombie, followed by driving the evil dragon.

As soon as he stepped into the black mist, he suddenly felt the wind blowing, and there seemed to be strange voices whispering in his ears.

"Master, my sight is obstructed, and the direction seems to be gradually becoming unclear."

The voice of the evil dragon sounded in this extremely thick ghost fog.

Even its monsters in the realm of the law have been greatly affected.

"Just follow them."

Tang Sanzan spoke indifferently, looking around.

With his eyes, he could see clearly.

The thick ghostly mist and wind separated the innermost palace from the outside world.

The thick ghost fog on the surface covered everything.

But in the ghost fog, there was an endless wind blowing like a steel knife piercing the bone.

There are also countless ghosts full of resentment and evil thoughts, walking through it.

From time to time, one or two evil cultivators would be taken away.

Even, they will devour the existence of ghosts.

All outsiders are their enemies.

The meaning of their existence is to tear all outsiders into pieces!

The ghost mist and the wind whizzed around, like a tornado, with a clear distinction between the inside and the outside.

The place where the eye of the wind is located is the palace that Tang Sanzang saw in his eyes.

Feeling that the two women around me seemed a little uncomfortable.

Tang Sanzan flicked his fingers.

when! ! !

The Nether ancient clock trembled, and a chime dispelled the ravings that had been lingering in his ears.

Those fierce ghosts and souls in the dark wind.

It is completely unable to resist the terrible gravitational force erupted by the ancient ghost clock.

One by one, howling and struggling to be swallowed by the clock wall.

The shape of the Nether Ancient Clock became more refined and more simple and solemn.

The white jade skull entrenched on it, evil and holy coexist, exudes a strange charm.

With the Nether Ancient Clock showing its power, it swallowed up the ghosts in the dark wind.

The evil cultivators who opened the way ahead finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But from the bottom of my heart, I didn't feel the slightest gratitude towards Tang Sanzan.

They all knew that the guy behind him was not really trying to protect them.

The reason is that I just don't want to see them, cannon fodder, die too quickly.

Even... this is nothing more than their self-righteousness.

Tang Sanzan didn't care about their life or death at all.

"The palace, the imperial city?!"

"Not a big tomb?"

"How is it possible! What is going on?!"

"We were deceived. There is no tomb here at all. There may be a big conspiracy in it!"

"This is simply a kingdom of the underworld!"

"Look! The Dragon Qi of the Dynasty has turned into the Qi of the Underworld Dragon!"

"I understand...a certain emperor intends to continue to rule after death, so he created this world like the kingdom of the underworld."

"There is a great terror in the imperial palace!"

"..."

After passing through the Yinfeng Tornado.

A group of evil cultivators were completely shocked at this moment.