Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 185: Grant

The black door slowly opened, and inside was a black, seemingly endless passage.

The eagle-headed man stretched out his hand and rubbed the bumps on his head, and said slowly: "I am very happy and very happy, I hope you are the same... Keep walking forward... The way of the dead, I hope you can go further Farther."

"You have washed away your sins, you are now clean, so you can continue your journey...Ahead, after trial after trial, you will be bestowed by Lord Osiris."

"Mortals, struggle hard, use your struggles to please the great Osiris, and of course, please us too..."

The eagle-headed man slowly disappeared into the air, and the tunnel behind Wu Tie and them also disappeared without a trace. A black wall appeared behind them, only a few meters away from them.

They can only go forward and walk into the black door.

Wu Tie's condition is very good, his complexion is very good, his spirits and spirits are in peak state, he is full of spirit and fighting spirit.

And the old Daofeng few people...

They all look like old sugarcanes that have been squeezed dry. From the body to the soul, they are extremely exhausted, extremely empty, and they are full of holes, and life is better than death. a feeling of.

They stood beside Wu Tie, like eight walking corpses, their eyes dull and their eyes dull.

Wu Tie swallowed and spit, looking at them with a little pity.

Including Doria, these guys went to the oil pan, were burned, bitten by ten thousand snakes, bitten by ten thousand scorpions, then went up to the sword mountain, down to the sword forest, crushed by a grinding disc, and ground by a stone mortar...

There were land, water, fire, wind, and various tortures. They were struck by lightning and electrocuted... Wu Tie tried to get unexpected torture, and they rounded them over and over again.

Many times, Wu Tie felt that they would die in pain, but these guys actually survived.

The problem is that Wutie has the fountain of life to help him strengthen his body and greatly improve his mana cultivation and realm.

This eagle-headed man did not use this kind of treasure for them.

So now the eight old Daofeng people, from the body to the soul, are all exhausted, and they will fall apart when the wind blows.

Wu Tie looked at Old Daofeng, and then at Doria, whose face was worse than dead, and at six masters in the life pool realm like dry wood sticks, and coughed gently, lest he use too much force. They were blown away.

"Big Chief, we, are we going to move on?" Wu Tie asked Old Daofeng cautiously.

Lao Daofeng's stiff, dull face twitched, dry and dying, and muttered: "Go forward, you must go down... After suffering so much, if you get nothing back..."

Lao Daofeng turned around hard, and glanced at Doria: "If you go back with nothing...I must break this little white face to pieces and eat the sauce..."

The six life pool realm masters turned their heads at the same time, and stared at Doria deeply and deadly.

They don't bother to speak, anyway, their mood is the same as the old knife style. If they didn't get them enough satisfaction here, they would definitely kill Doria when they returned.

Moreover, he was killed by the cruelest method.

It’s not impossible to swallow it alive.

It's simply... It's tragic... The eagle-headed man said that on the journey of the dead, relative to the outside world, a quarter of an hour from the outside world has probably passed here for several years.

So...Old Daofeng, they really tasted the evil results of their past evils.

To kill a person is to be thrown into a frying pan and exploded for a quarter of an hour. For hundreds of years, Lao Dao Feng has killed tens of thousands with his own hands. Entering the oil pan again and again, picking it up again and again, and being thrown in again after the body recovers...

In addition to killing people into the pan, there are so many messy charges and so many messy penalties.

Old Daofeng, they were devastated from body to soul to death, they...really want to kill Doria.

Doria looked at Old Daofeng expressionlessly, and after a long time, he smiled tragically and abnormally.

Poor Doria, he is not well.

The eagle-headed man convicted him of'guilty of tongue', and this blond little white face was given the punishment of'pull tongue'... His tongue was torn out by the root again and again, and after it grew again, it was again The red iron hook is pulled out...

Every time his tongue is pulled out, it hangs **** in front of Doria.

At the end, Doria had tens of thousands of his own tongues floating in front of him...In this situation, Wu Tie felt terrified in retrospect. This will definitely be a nightmare, it will definitely happen.

"Me too...I..." Doria stretched out his tongue, speaking a bit uncomfortably. Obviously, this is a sequelae caused by the punishment of tongue pulling.

Old Daofeng sighed, and waved to Doria: "No nonsense...Go ahead, keep going...Don't bring enough baby back from here...I must kill you... And Lao Tzu swears with his ancestor's tablet that he will find your relatives and friends and kill them all."

Old Daofeng is too lazy to talk nonsense, too lazy to threaten Doria again.

Wait and see, wait and see the action, if you can't get enough benefits from here, wait and see the action.

Wu Tie carried the white tiger crack and let out a soft breath, followed the old Daofeng and several people walked into the black door.

Just entering the door, there was a whirl of heaven and earth around him, and the people around him disappeared. A long and deep corridor appeared in front of Wu Tie, which was the same as the previous one, one hundred meters wide and one thousand meters high, with a statue on both sides. A statue hundreds of meters high.

Wu Tie strode forward along the corridor.

He is curious about who he will meet this time.

It's just that, judging from what happened just now, it seems that he has received some small favors here?

So Wu Tie's mood is quite relaxed.

While he walked, he looked at the left and right walls, and he found that on the walls between the statues, he used very strange brushstrokes to paint large-scale murals.

A round of sun is rising.

The sun has split into a man and a woman.

That man and woman married each other and gave birth to other people...

On the vast desert, pyramids stand tall and burly figures with the heads of birds and beasts sit on top of the pyramids, enjoying the worship of countless creatures below.

Immediately, there was a description of a tragic war.

The cities were turned into nothing in the mushroom cloud, the pyramids were completely ablated by the strong light, and countless burly figures were pierced through their chests, and then torn apart and thrown away.

This is the whole process of a civilization from birth to destruction.

There are many pictures in it. Wu Tie looked terrified and moved. He wanted to find relevant records in the knowledge taught by Lao Tie, but he encountered a flexible barrier.

That seems to belong to a deeper level of knowledge, the old iron has set up a barrier, and now Wu iron is not qualified to touch it.

Walking, walking, I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, suddenly the front of the tunnel widened, and a magnificent temple made of gold and inlaid with countless gems appeared in front of Wutie.

Thousands of beautiful young girls wearing soft white gauze, their skins are either white and pink, or golden as honey, or dark and delicate like ebony wood, standing quietly in the temple, their eyes quietly watching the witch iron.

Black light floods the temple, and these girls are bathed in black light.

The feeling they gave Wu Tie was weird. They seemed to be alive, but they didn't seem to be alive. They are in an extremely weird state, somewhere between life and death, as if detached from life and death.

Wu Tie didn't pay much attention to these girls who wore white gauze but exposed large areas of skin.

He looked at the center of the temple, where there was no throne expected by Wutie, but an extremely gorgeous golden coffin...

Yes, that is a coffin.

The coffin is more than ten meters long and has a simple and mysterious shape.

On the lid of the coffin, there was a statue of a middle-aged man, with a clear face, slender cheeks, and a rather strange appearance.

With a ‘click’, the coffin lid slowly flew up to the ceiling of the temple.

A tall and thin figure slowly sat up from the coffin.

He gave a light cough, and pressed his hands on his waist and pressed his left and right sides firmly. With a crisp sound, he muttered in a low voice: "Lying for too long, this lumbar joint, They are almost forming a piece."

Sighed, the man who was nearly ten meters tall and slender, but with rather broad shoulders, slowly crawled out of the coffin.

The lid of the golden coffin fell, and the huge coffin slid backwards. The rear wall cracked. The coffin slipped into the wall and disappeared. A piece of gold was cast and a throne decorated with countless gems slipped from the cracked wall. Out, just stopped behind the man.

The man moved his waist vigorously, and his joints kept making dull noises.

He shook his arms and legs vigorously, coughed heavily, and opened his mouth a thick cloud of dust.

"I feel like I'm just a crudely crafted mummy... Ah, this feeling is really weird. This is the first time I have slept so long, so long." The man sat on the throne and said Wu Tie looked at it for a while, then nodded: "I am, Osiris."

Wu Tie looked at the man quietly.

This guy wears a cobra-shaped crown and a gorgeous gown that is almost fancy. His body is full of jewels. It is like a human-shaped jewelry shelf. He looks exactly like the statue on the lid of the coffin, and a three-inch-wide beard hangs down straight from his chin and draped softly on his knees.

"Osiris...the myth...Pluto?" Wu Tie said hesitantly.

"Oh, of course not. Although I am Osiris, I am not the Osiris." Osiris shrugged and sighed: "It's like, the Yang Jian I know is not the Yang Jian...I The big sacred cow heroes I know are not the same as the legendary cow demon king."

Osiris spread out his hands and sighed with a trace of nostalgia: "I am Osiris...but I am not Osiris in the mythology...but I am no different from him."

Osiris looked at Wu Tie, and whispered softly: "You are already a cultivator in the realm of the heavy building, you can understand that there are infinite mysteries in the heavy building of the sky lock."

"Step by step, step by step, mystery... I was originally just an ordinary mortal, but as I practiced, I followed the path of Osiris, and I gradually mastered the priesthood of Osiris and possessed him. His power, even his blood and appearance, became exactly the same as him."

Osiris whispered: "So, I am Osiris, and I am not Osiris, but I am no different from that Osiris..."

He squinted and looked at Wu Tie with a smile: "Do you understand?"

Wu Tie was stunned, then nodded: "I, I probably understand."

Osiris smiled: "Being able to understand it proves that you are not stupid. Since you are not stupid, and you can still get the inheritance that has something to do with me, then I can't let you come in vain."

He raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and faintly said: "The path of the dead is arranged by my own hands... He is used to test the xinxing, judge human nature, and infer the possible future development achievements of people who set foot on the path of the dead... In other words, this is a test road for screening'seeds'."

"The journey of the dead is very long. It is so long that some people will die in them if they can't make it through." Osiris looked at Wu Tie and whispered: "You are different from them, so I let you come in advance. Here."

Wu Tie raised his brows.

Osiris pointed, and the white tiger crack in Wutie's hand suddenly flew up and fell into Osiris's hands.

He gently stroked the white tiger crack and sighed: "This is Yang Jian's spare weapon... I know him... It's... a day worth remembering."

There was a silence for a while, Osiris shook his hand and threw the White Tiger Crack back to Wu Tie: "He is a great weapon, don't let him down... The meaning of his birth is to kill and kill our enemies. "

"Our enemy." Wu Tie squinted his eyes: "You mean, Tianjing Demon?"

Osiris' body trembled violently, and his bluish-white face became paler and paler. After a long silence, he murmured: "It's not just the celestial demon, not just them... "

Waved his hand, Osiris looked at Wu Tie, and said solemnly: "Don’t ask me about this~ IndoMTL.com~ I don’t care about this... here you are, you are carrying Yang Jian’s weapon, you inherited the white tiger. The marksmanship of the Legion, then, I always have to give you something."

With a grin, Osiris’ smile was unusual...sorrowful and sad, he murmured: “I’m a deserter, so I won’t say much, and I won’t do much, but you are here. ...I always have to give you something."

"Yes, I'm sorry to Yang Jian and the others?" Osiris whispered, "Although a little self-deception...well, none of this matters. Anyway, I'm still alive, which is fine."

Osiris smiled and looked at Wu Tie: "Can you believe it? Pluto Osiris, the most afraid of death is death. This is really a great irony."

Amidst the laughter, Osiris pointed to a small tree made of gold and hung with countless gems and fruits, slowly emerging from the void.

"Come on, this is the artifact harvest tree that I personally cast. Let me implant him in your body... He will make you, the speed of cultivation many times, many times, many times..."

"I am a shameful deserter...a deserter who is afraid of death...but I have a little bit of responsibility."