It took another whole day and night before another saint's mark was slowly forced out of the giant purple coffin.
You know, the previous mark of Saint Tongtian only took an hour at most, but this saint's mark took another day and night?
While everyone was waiting, they naturally felt how powerful this saint was.
The mark came out, like a ball of white light, twisted and hazy, but also extremely dusty and high above. As soon as the mark came out, there was a silence in the entire evil ghost blood pool, as if this breath made all the evil ghosts
There is a general feeling of peace.
"Bang!" The mark suddenly spread out.
"This, is this the mark of Taoist Hongjun?" Ksitigarbha recognized it at a glance.
After saying that, Ksitigarbha looked at the giant purple coffin with a slightly anxious look. Previously, he only knew that the giant purple coffin was extraordinary, but he never imagined that it would involve Hongjun.
Hongjun, that was the real number one person in the world back then.
Invincible, unbeatable, if not for the reverse change of heaven, he would be the strongest in the entire world. No matter what it is, as long as it involves Hongjun, it is definitely not an ordinary thing.
"Hongjun?" Zhong Shan raised his eyebrows.
"Is this coffin made by Hongjun?" Nangong Sheng asked doubtfully.
Built by Hongjun? Ksitigarbha looked at the coffin carefully again.
At this time, Mr. Corpse cast another spell to bring 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. Zhi's intention was very obvious, so he didn't bother much. However, when the purple coffin was carried back, Ksitigarbha still took a deep look.
"Ksitigarbha has seen Hongjun?" Zhong Shan asked curiously.
"I've met him several times, but it happened hundreds of thousands of years ago!" Ksitigarbha said, shaking his head.
"Which saint is Hongjun who has fallen?"
"The order of death of all the saints is Nuwa, second Tongtian, third Hongjun, fourth Jieyin, fifth Zhunti, sixth Yuanshi, seventh Taishang. I thought they just died before, but recently
Jie Yin is reborn, and the death of all the saints is really intriguing!" Ksitigarbha did not hide it.
Leading to rebirth? Zhong Shan had already guessed it when Ksitigarbha and Deng Deng Maitreya had a conversation.
"Did Hongjun fall after Tongtian?" Zhong Shan raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he thought of something very important.
"Yes, Jie Yin has been reborn. Maybe other saints are also reborn in unexpected ways!" Ksitigarbha said.
"Rebirth? Can't we use the same method?"
"No, this is the bottom line of heaven. If two saints are reborn in the same way, it will trigger the heavens. If the heavens punish them again, they will return to nothingness forever!" King Ksitigarbha shook his head and said.
"I've learned a lesson!" Zhong Shan said calmly.
"This is not a secret! King Zhong Sheng can also find out about this from other people's mouths!" King Ksitigarbha shook his head and said.
After saying that, Ksitigarbha looked at Mr. Shi.
"Master!" Ksitigarbha suddenly said.
Mr. Shi raised his eyebrows slightly but did not respond.
"Is something wrong?" Mr. Corpse asked.
"I want to hand over the jade tablets from the underground burial lineage and return to the underground burial family!" King Ksitigarbha said solemnly.
Upon hearing Ksitigarbha's words, Mr. Corpse's pupils shrank.
In the past, Mr. Shi might have been very happy and handed over the 'stele jade', which meant that Ksitigarbha was willing to recognize the burial family and be willing to resume his status as a servant of the burial 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 level. He has been separated for nine generations, and he has already seen that Ksitigarbha is unwilling to be his servant again. How could he suddenly be willing to surrender now?
Besides, I was weaker than him. He didn't kill anyone, so he was worthy of his status. No one is an idiot, especially someone as outstanding as Jizao.
To suddenly want to return to the funeral family's service is obviously a sign of hypocrisy! He has other plans or desires.
Mr. Zhi took a deep look at Ksitigarbha, shook his head and said: "The Zhi family has not been rebuilt yet, so you don't need to do this now!"
King Ksitigarbha showed a wry smile and said: "The world knows that I am an earth-burial sprite, no more than one hand, but now I have no choice but to do so. Look at my stele!"
Ksitigarbha turned over his hand and took out a round piece of jade. The jade was pitch black, but in the center of the black jade was a bright red line, dividing the jade stele into two halves.
Seeing this piece of jade, Mr. Shi's pupils shrank.
"The underground burial stele has a jade stone with a red broken jade heart. You should know what it means, right?" Ksitigarbha looked at Mr. Corpse and said.
"A broken jade heart is doomed!" Mr. Corpse said word by word.
Everyone on the side didn't understand what it meant, but they didn't say anything.
"Yes, there is no escape from the disaster, but this is only relative to others, and the funeral family has its own way to find another way out. It all depends on fate. If you don't come here, I originally wanted to hide this jade tablet in a secret place and not let it go.
Others may be contaminated at all, but you are the head of the Burian family, and I feel more at ease if I leave it to you! Burial, the way of life and death, if I can survive this disaster, I am willing to return to the command of the Burian family!" Ksitigarbha said solemnly.
Mr. Shi shook his head and said: "I can preserve the jade tablet, and I can also warm it for you. You can deal with the disaster on your own! If you survive the disaster, you can make a decision again!"
"Yeah!" Ksitigarbha nodded.
Ksitigarbha did not force it, because Ksitigarbha could see that Mr. Corpse was not that easy to fool.
Separating from Ksitigarbha, everyone returned to the previous hall again.
The formation was opened again. Several zombies had already placed the coffin on the floor of the hall.
"Holy King, Ksitigarbha has handed over the stele and jade. He is facing many disasters and he should not be harmful to us. I was still thinking of finding a secluded place before, but now it seems that there is no place as secluded as this. I will do it here.
!" Mr. Corpse said.
"Um!"
Mr. Corpse continued to take the brush and used gold liquid to draw corpse inscriptions in the hall, but Zhong Shan found a quiet room, retreated for a while, swallowed the peerless demon, and a large amount of energy was transformed by Baji Tianwei, impacting
Zhongshan body.
Great Immortal, Fifth Heaven!
"Sure enough, they are monsters from the Ancestral Immortal Realm! It would be better if there were more of them!" Zhong Shan sighed.
Of course, others don't know what Zhong Shan thinks, otherwise they would be so depressed that they would vomit blood. A great immortal swallowed an ancestor immortal, and he was still not satisfied?
One day later.
On the floor of the main hall and in the void, Mr. Corpse painted endless corpse inscriptions. It was extremely strange, and in the center of the corpse inscriptions, a huge purple coffin rose squarely.
While everyone was waiting patiently, Mr. Corpse walked up to the giant coffin and reached out his hand to take out the still-beating heart.
“Thump, thump………………!”
The heart is held in Mr. Corpse's hand and is beating continuously, which is extremely evil.
Luo Xingchen and Nangong Sheng both stared at it without blinking. After all, this scene looked very strange, because the heart in Mr. Corpse's hand was obviously not a magic weapon, but why was it a dead thing that kept beating?
Mr. Corpse slowly placed the bloody heart in the coffin.
"Suddenly~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
As if a strong wind suddenly blew up, streams of black air visible to the naked eye gathered towards the purple coffin.
Inside the giant purple coffin, a black vortex looked more obvious, surrounding the bloody heart and spinning continuously. Mr. Corpse quickly closed the coffin lid.
The coffin lid also seems to be absorbing the black air at an accelerated pace, continuously infusing it into the interior of the coffin.
"This is?" Luo Xingchen touched the void.
But it's as if the black energy doesn't exist at all.
And outside the palace where everyone is.
In the distance, where Ksitigarbha was, Ksitigarbha had closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, but suddenly he opened his eyes and unexpectedly looked in the direction of the palace where Zhongshan was.
"Habits? The corpses of the buried family? This generation of corpses is indeed extraordinary! Could it be that the buried family can reappear in the world because of him? If that is the case, I don't know what the faces of those saints will be like!" Ksitigarbha showed a strange smile
road.
A large amount of black energy rushed towards the purple coffin. After nearly ten days of this process, the black energy slowly faded away, making it so light that no one could see it.
Mr. Corpse gently opened the coffin, and Zhong Shan saw that a heart was still beating continuously, but the heart was now wrapped in a black air. The black air was not a ball, but a vague human-shaped black air!
Mr. Corpse was overjoyed!
With a wave of his hand, he closed the coffin.
Then he closed his eyes and recited a dizzying mantra in his mouth, and then a thin crack suddenly opened between his eyebrows.
There was darkness in the slit, and suddenly a suction force was generated, facing the giant purple coffin. Gradually, the giant purple coffin shrank strangely under the suction force, and was finally sucked into the center of Mr. Corpse's eyebrows.
The crack between the eyebrows closed, as if it had never happened before.
But the giant purple coffin disappeared, indicating that what Zhong Shan saw before was definitely not an illusion.
Crack between the eyebrows? 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 energy rushed directly to the center of Mr. Corpse's eyebrows. The habitual energy was injected into him, and Mr. Corpse's body suddenly emitted fluorescence.
Everyone protected Mr. Corpse.
Three days later, the black air faded away again.
"Bang bang bang!"
Mr. Corpse's body made a series of muffled sounds. Mr. Corpse finally opened his eyes.
As soon as the eyes opened, a ray of light shot out, and then it became dull.
"Have you reached the Great Fairyland?" Luo Xingchen said with a hint of weirdness.
I originally thought that I was the strongest person around the Holy King, but after this period of time, I discovered that none of the people around the Holy King could be judged by common sense, and they were all extremely weird.
By chanting the golden pupil technique, you can seal away the peerless monsters in the Ancestral Immortal Realm, but this Mr. Corpse is even more evil.
Mr. Corpse stood up, nodded and said nothing more.
"What's between your eyebrows...?" Zhong Shan asked curiously.
"The center of my eyebrows is the best tomb in the world! The coffin has found the best tomb, and the tomb has also absorbed a trace of habits because of the coffin. The cultivation level of my subordinates will grow rapidly. It should not be long before they can reach the level of ancient immortal and become a saint.
The king will have more to worry about!" Mr. Shi said slightly happily.
Meanwhile, Luo Xingchen was speechless. How long would it take before he could reach the level of Ancient Immortal? When did cultivation become so simple? Because of his excellent talent and magical powers of time, he had also lost a lot of energy. But when he arrived at the corpse
Sir, it won’t take long?
However, Luo Xingchen felt relieved when he thought about the Heavenly Elder in Lingxiao Heavenly Court. That Heavenly Elder was even more exaggerated. He was raised from Heavenly Immortal to Ancient Immortal in an hour.