Chapter five hundred and seventieth, the spirit of the white tiger
The conversation ends.
The emperor's power on the Ghost King of Hentian slowly dissipated.
The arrogant temperament also quietly disappeared, leaving only a terrifying ghost with a hideous body.
"It's over like this?" The Ghost King Hentian roared wildly: "What's this! The Ghost King's tomb cannot be violated, and all the invaders deserve to die!"
The terrifying sound waves shook in the Ghost King's tomb.
The shocking low-level ghost was trembling.
The Ghost Kings were very calm about this and seemed to have been used to this scene.
Although they have turned into evil spirits, they still retain a lot of memories and emotions, but they cannot control the evil spirits in their bodies.
This tomb is actually not just about suppressing them.
The most important thing is to suppress the resentment in their bodies.
In other words, they appear extremely fierce in their behavior, but in fact they can suppress their resentment and barely maintain their clarity.
But the Ghost King of Hate Heaven is different.
He is the remnant soul of an ancient powerful man. He absorbed countless ghosts and was too resentful, so even this tomb could not be suppressed.
As the emperor's power dissipated, the fierce aura naturally surged up again.
The ghost kings slowly dispersed.
They do not want the tomb to be destroyed, because once it is destroyed, they will also be affected by resentment and become evil ghosts who will harm the other side.
Moreover, once the ghosts under the Ghost King lose the suppression of the tomb, the overwhelming resentment will definitely make the entire continent feel trembling.
The Ghost Kings who retained the Qingming Festival naturally did not want the tomb to be destroyed.
The Ghost Kings seem to respect and hate the Heavenly Ghost King, but in fact they only respect the ancient powerful man.
The roar of the Ghost King of Hate Heaven resounded in the Ghost King's tomb.
It has not dissipated for a long time
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Luo Sen and his group left the Ghost King's Tomb.
Qu Zhongxuan bowed deeply to Mrs. Yu: "Mrs. Yu, I am so sorry that you have been enthroned by the Ghost Kings."
If it weren't for Mrs. Yu's help, Qu Zhongxuan would have been torn to pieces by the Ghost Kings.
Qu Zhongxuan is really grateful and ashamed.
Mrs. Yu shook her head: "It's okay, I just want to do this myself, it has nothing to do with you."
Regarding Mrs. Yu, Luo Sen still revealed some things to Qu Zhongxuan.
Qu Zhongxuan looked serious: "Even so, the grace of saving lives is still there."
"It doesn't matter." Mrs. Yu waved her hand. She left the tomb for the first time and didn't have time to pay attention to Qu Zhongxuan. Now she looked around like a young girl who was not very experienced in the world.
This small slope is also beautiful.
The rugged old wood looks good too.
This pothole is so dirty and beautiful.
Even the ferocious little beast that happened to run past the forest was extremely cute.
Mrs. Yu felt unprecedented satisfaction.
Freedom is great.
But what is more troublesome is that it is almost dawn, and the early morning sunlight has already appeared in the sky, emitting multiple halos in the clouds.
Luo Sen smiled and said, "Madam Yu, let me take you away first, it's almost dawn."
Mrs. Yu was confused at first, and then she remembered her identity as the Ghost King. Even if the sunlight could not hurt her, it would greatly weaken her power.
"Okay." Mrs. Yu nodded.
Rosen naturally put it in the world in the pot.
The scenery in the world in the pot was enough for her to admire for a long time. In order to repay her life-saving grace, Qu Zhongxuan volunteered to become a tour guide.
Lin Gui and Qu Zhantian left.
Feeling the power of the emperor has benefited a lot from them. They need to hurry up and go back and see it, otherwise it would be a pity.
Luo Sen smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Di Linglong for your help."
"Why do you say these polite words? I have paid back the favor I owe you." Di Linglong glanced at Luo Sen: "I can't control your life or death in the future."
Luo Sen smiled helplessly: "There is no need to be so heartless, we have some friendship."
"Hmph." Di Linglong snorted: "This friendship is not enough for me to help you again. I am not your free thug."
Three favors, three moves.
Di Linglong did his best, and he did not get any benefits after three attempts.
"Hehe." Luosen whispered: "Then I can exchange some treasures for you next time?"
Di Linglong chuckled: "What treasure do you have that I like?"
"How is the essence of Wangtian?" Luo Sen said.
It is not a secret that Wangtianzhe was killed by His Majesty the Emperor and Li Wuyuan, but Di Linglong did not expect that Wangtianzhe's spirit would be here in Luo Sen.
"It's really precious." Di Linglong shook his head: "It's a pity that it's useless to me."
Rosen was a little disappointed, so he asked, "Then I can try my best to get it for you."
Di Linglong pondered for a moment: "It seems that nothing is needed."
Rosen was helpless again.
At this level, there is very little demand for external objects.
Unless Rosen can provide something to help her become an emperor.
Unfortunately, I have never heard of anything that can increase even a slight chance of becoming an emperor.
"Okay." Luosen asked, "But what happened to the White Tiger? Isn't it dead? Why did it become your spiritual spirit?"
Di Linglong frowned: "How did you know that the White Tiger is dead?"
"I heard."
Di Linglong looked at Luo Sen with a strange look: "You seem to know a lot of things, strange. I haven't been to the library in Qianlongyuan, these things are impossible. I feel that you are more than Li Wuyuan's regarding some dusty history.
I know more."
"..." Rosen was silent for a moment: "How about using the information I know to exchange for your actions?"
Di Linglong hummed lightly: "I'm not very interested in these things."
"Then tell me what you know, I'm interested." Luo Sen's eyes lit up slightly.
Di Linglong seemed not very interested in mentioning this matter, but said: "The White Tiger has indeed disappeared, but its spirit has been preserved intact."
Rosen was a little surprised.
Thousands of years have passed, and the white tiger spirit is still complete!
"Yes, after the death of the White Tiger, someone quietly preserved the White Tiger spirit." Di Linglong said.
Rosen was curious: "Who?"
In that case, there were still people who had free time to do such things. Moreover, the death of the White Tiger was probably in the early and middle stage of that turbulent era. After the catastrophe ended, so many people died, the White Tiger spirit could still be preserved intact.
, I was indeed very lucky.
"My ancestor." Di Linglong said calmly.
Luo Sen couldn't help but give a thumbs up after hearing this.
sharp!
"Your family must be very powerful," said Rosen.
Di Linglong thought for a while, frowned and said, "Maybe, I can't remember it."
"Can't remember?" Luo Sen was stunned.
"Yes." Di Linglong's face was calm: "I was destroyed. I was too young at that time and I couldn't remember it."
Luo Sen glanced at Di Linglong.
This matter is like the scar deep in her heart. It seems a bit unpleasant to uncover it like this.
But Rosen couldn't help asking, "Then how is your enemy..."
"Oh, he." Di Linglong suddenly laughed, as if he had thought of something ridiculous: "I broke the true body of Emperor Wu and ran away like a betrayal dog."