Chapter five hundred and sixty nine, the mausoleum is indestructible
In the Ghost King’s tomb, the wind and clouds are changing.
Di Linglong took the lead, and the aura seemed to have the power to devour the heaven and earth. The golden sword aura was as fierce as if it was about to kill the stars.
"Use a sword in front of me? Humph." The Ghost King of Hentian said coldly, and then a sword of nothingness transformed into his hand.
Similarly, the overbearing black sword energy rushed out like rivers and seas, running through the sun and the moon. The force broke through the tomb and made the entire sky dim.
Who would have thought that after awakening the power of "before his life", his fighting style and power also underwent earth-shaking changes.
Two sword energy intertwined.
In an instant, the space was broken, and large swaths of nothingness were revealed, and the breath from the void made people feel extremely uneasy.
The two emperors collided with each other, and the entire tomb seemed to collapse faintly.
No matter how big this tomb is, it is just a huge tomb in the mountains. When the emperor fights, he often sank mountains and seas and breaks the stars. A mere tomb can't stand it.
"This power..." A ghost king roared in shock: "Impossible, the absolute power of killing and conquering is the killing beast White Tiger! Why is it the power of the white tiger! Why is the white tiger still alive?"
Other ghost kings also discovered this and screamed in shock. The entire ghost king's tomb was filled with harsh ghost howls.
The Ghost King of Hentian frowned.
Is it a white tiger?
No wonder it's so difficult to deal with.
Di Linglong snorted, as if she was very dissatisfied with her power being recognized, but there was nothing she could do. These ghost kings probably lived for a long time and had a wide range of knowledge.
Luo Sen's heart was shocked.
Is it a white tiger?
He learned from the letters left by Piaomiao Sanren that the White Tiger had lived under this world. He was soaked in demonic energy that he turned into a killing beast. The White Tiger is the master of killing and his divine power is like a prison, and he is extremely good at fighting.
The divine beast, as a result, invaded the demonic energy, which naturally caused a huge murder.
However, Piaomiao Sanren clearly stated that an old senior who had lived in seclusion for many years took action and died with him.
The White Tiger is dead, and this seems unquestionable.
But how can we prove the current situation?
"It's weird." Qu Zhongxuan was a little puzzled: "Why are these ghost kings so much about the White Tiger? In my impression, although the White Tiger is responsible for killing, he is not bloody."
This information is naturally obtained from ancient books by our predecessors.
Rosen said vaguely: "Maybe there is a festival between them."
This turbulent and dark history, Rosen didn't want to spread it from the bottom of his heart, because it was too heavy.
Qu Zhongxuan whispered again: "It's so strange, why do other ghost kings want to kill Di Linglong, but the Ghost King Hate Heaven didn't react much to this."
Luo Sen was stunned and turned his head to look.
The other ghost kings stared at Di Linglong, and their eyes were filled with anger, as if they had an irreconcilable hatred and wanted to swallow him alive.
However, after hearing the name of the White Tiger, King Hentian did not react much.
Rosen murmured to himself: "Yes, what's going on."
These people are all powerful humans who were killed here. They know the blood and tears that happened. Even if they die, they become evil ghosts and turn into ghost kings, but they have a hatred for the White Tiger who committed the endless murders. This is very good
understand.
But as the "strongest man" in the Ghost King's tomb, could this Hate Heaven Ghost King forget these things?
At this time, Mrs. Yu's gentle and light voice came: "Because he and other ghost kings are not together, he is a broken soul wandering in the world, in a daze, by chance, absorbing countless resentful souls more than 8,000 years ago.
A special ghost formed."
Rosen was shocked.
So that's it.
Perhaps the Ghost King of Hentian has the memories of countless resentful souls, but he certainly never had their emotions and feelings, so he had no feelings about the name of the White Tiger.
And at this moment, the battle is getting worse and worse.
Di Linglong felt inexplicable about those hatred eyes, but she ignored it. The battle in front of her made her feel excited. In a simple sentence, it is: fight **.
The murderous intent in her body was completely released.
The Ghost King of Hentian also fired the true fire, and the sword was in the world, with one move and one move, carrying an unparalleled and powerful force, and the emperor's power was powerful.
The entire tomb swayed.
There were even large pillars that collapsed.
Such a battle should not happen in such a "small" place at all.
The ghost kings seemed very uneasy, and finally one of the ghost kings shouted: "Hentian Ghost King, please stop fighting, the tomb is about to collapse."
The Ghost King of Hentian was staggered, his expression was a little complicated, and he was arrogant all his life, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to surrender today.
"Forget it, I won't fight." The King of Ghost Hentian shook away Di Linglong with his sword and fell down.
Di Linglong said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? Why don't you suddenly stop fighting?"
"Don't mess around." Luo Sen smiled bitterly and said, "This tomb suppresses the resentment here. If the tomb collapses and all ghosts come out together, the world will be in chaos at that time."
Di Linglong was stunned and understood that this matter must not be done randomly.
"But why are they afraid that the tomb will collapse?" Di Linglong was puzzled.
Luo Sen was also a little confused.
Logically speaking, they should hope that the tomb will collapse.
After all, this is a place to suppress them.
Moreover, they hate Baihu so much that they actually take the initiative to surrender. The meaning of this is really intriguing.
The Ghost King of Hentian turned his head and stared at Di Linglong and the others: "Human, leave here."
He didn't plan to leave the Shadow of the Sky, he just wanted to solve this matter quickly.
Luo Sen said in a deep voice: "We want to take Mrs. Yu away."
"Don't be more frustrated!" The Ghost King of Hentian said coldly: "I really think I dare not kill you?"
Di Linglong sneered: "Come on two, then we will fight for another 300 rounds. Anyway, your and my power has not yet subsided."
Power that does not belong to oneself can naturally be borrowed for a short time.
But neither of them had reached the end of the oil.
The Ghost King of Hentian frowned, thought for a while, shook his head angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Take it away."
Di Linglong seemed a little disappointed.
But Luo Sen breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Sen took out the shadow of the sword in the sky, and the aura of the sword slowly revealed. The forty-nine Eternal Soul Lamps seemed to have followed some guidance, and they actually fainted quietly.
Of course, it was just dull and not extinguished.
Mrs. Yu walked out. She looked exactly like the sculpture, gentle and graceful, with a rare stubbornness between her eyebrows. Obviously, the person who carved the sculpture knew her very well, and that subtle expression could be presented in this way.
Perfect.
At this moment, a hint of excitement appeared in her eyes.
For the first time, she finally left the hall.
"Okay, you guys have been saved, leave here." The Ghost King of Hentian said in a deep voice.
Di Linglong looked at Luosen, and Luosen nodded.
There is no need to have another dispute.
Moreover, Di Linglong's anger has almost been vented.
"Walk."
Luo Sen and his group left casually.
Left a group of ghost kings gritted their teeth, but they were helpless.
"White tiger reappears, how can we deal with ourselves in the world?" A ghost king whispered to himself.
"We are already like this, so what else can we think about in this world!"
“With that being said…”
After saying that, the ghost kings looked at the ghost king of Hate Heaven.
The Ghost King of Hentian said calmly: "I have been dead for so long and I am powerless to do anything more. Let the people in the world take care of the things in the world. I have the last chance to take action, I hope you