Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 207: Ghost grass
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Zhong Yang took a strange look at Wang Jing, his eyes full of natural discrimination. If this were changed to the usual, Wang Jing would have turned his face and cursed, but this time, Wang Jing had no reaction at all, it was just Looking at the stone gate in a daze, after a long while, he suddenly said: "I have seen this pattern..."
Now it's Zhong Yang's turn to be astonished.
"Have you seen?"
"Well, I have seen..." Wang Jing looked up at the huge stone gate, saw the strange and complicated pattern, and nodded again after a long while: "Ten years ago, My master and I visited the Qianshan ancestral land once to sweep the tombs of the ancestors of the past. Among them, the tombstone of the real Chilong is inscribed with such a pattern..."
"Mr. Chilong?" Zhong Yang was taken aback for a moment. Among the monks in the north, the name of Mage Chilong has never been heard before...
At that time, Qianshanzong had just experienced a great catastrophe. The real person of the Faxiang, the master of the golden core, fell one after another, leaving only seven true disciples struggling to support.
Everyone thought that Qianshan Sect was going to fall from the seat of one of the ten major sects in the Northern Territory. However, at this critical moment, the real Chilong was born, and he became one of the seven at the age of twenty. One of the true biography, afterwards, was a series of adventures, and in just a dozen years, he became one of the most famous Jindan masters in the north.
Seventeen years later, he broke through the realm of Dhamma in one fell swoop, and he just pulled back the Qianshan Sect on the edge of the cliff...
When the real person Chilong rose, it was during the Great Tribulation of the Sky Demon. The corpses of the northern realm ran across the wild and blood flowed into rivers. People, from the Four Seas Realm to the Lishang Realm, from the Candlelight City to the Tianluo Mountain, have had more than 100 battles, and they have never lost one time.
If it weren’t for the sudden sit-down in the midst of the sun, I’m afraid that the ranking of the top ten sects in the North would not be what it is now...
It can be said that when the real Chilong was alive, almost everyone's light was covered. Even a proud person like Zhong Yang had to admit that it was the age of the real Chilong.
This is a thunderous name.
"At that time, there were a total of 13 patterns like this on the tombstone of True Man Chilong..." It was a little strange to say, when he mentioned this ancestor, Wang Jing's expression seemed a little unnatural. But it was only fleeting, and even the nearest Zhong Yang didn't notice.
"Thirteen Ways?" Zhong Yang frowned after hearing this, and looked up at the huge stone gate: "Strange, there are also thirteen ways..."
"I heard from my master that this pattern may be the divine passage pattern, but it was transformed by a supernatural power after the real Chilong was seated. The thirteen patterns represent the thirteen great supernatural powers cultivated by the real Chilong in his lifetime... …"
"Wait..." When Zhong Yang heard this, his eyes slowly widened: "Speaking of this, doesn't it mean that behind this stone gate, there is also a monk who is not inferior to the real Chilong?"
"Then I don't know..."
After a moment of silence in the belly of the mountain, Zhong Yang suddenly gritted his teeth: "Go, go in and take a look!"
Already here, Wang Jing naturally didn't want to go home empty-handed, so he just hesitated for a while and followed him to Shimen.
The protection of Shimen is not complicated. It is just a small five-element golden lock formation. Both of them are outstanding among the monks of the same generation. The Qianshan Sect from Wang Jing is also famous for its formations and magical runes. Break the formation, a help, but within half an hour, this small five-element golden lock formation was opened by Wang Jing, and then a soft sound of "chachacha" was heard, and the huge stone gate was slowly opened...
Then, it suddenly became clear...
"What a underground palace!" Zhong Yang, as the true biography of the Netherworld Sect, has seen the underground palaces for decades. There are no one hundred and eighty. But when the huge stone gate slowly opened, Zhong Yang couldn't help but send it out. Exclaimed.
An underground palace of this size, Zhong Yang is also only seen in his life...
At first glance, it looks like an underground city. The wall is mottled and vicissitudes high, and it is full of traces of the years. After passing through the gate, there is an extremely wide avenue, enough to accommodate more than a dozen vehicles. The carriages pass side by side, which is a scale that even Wanghai City does not have.
The houses and shops on both sides of the avenue are all available. Looking along the avenue, you can clearly see that a black palace stands in the center of the city. Through the mist, it looks like a black giant The beast is entrenched there...
It’s just that, this city should be full of prosperity, but this green ghost fire is floating around, the air is filled with mist, making the whole city look very gloomy...
"It looks like you need to be careful..." Zhong Yang swallowed his saliva with some effort. After thinking about it, he revealed the ghost of the natal ghost king again, and then walked slowly along the road.
"Wait!"
However, Zhong Yang just moved, but Wang Jing behind him exclaimed...
"What the fuss is doing..."
Zhong Yang subconsciously ridiculed, but he didn’t have time to finish this sentence. The Netherworld Sect Little Ghost King’s face suddenly showed a bit of surprise, and the two rushed to the next house almost at the same time. , Wang Jing's figure just moved, a thunder light has already fallen, unbiased, just blocking Zong Yang behind him...
"Damn..." Zong Yang suddenly cursed an swear word, but unfortunately it was too late. It was just that Wang Jing had already stepped into the house for a moment in a daze...
There is nothing in the house, but a weed in the corner of the wall exudes a ghostly atmosphere...
"Sure enough!" Wang Jing's heart was overjoyed, and he reached out and grabbed the grass in his hands. The real essence turned to disperse the ghostly spirit. It was strange to say that the ghostly spirit just disappeared. The weeds suddenly emitted a strange fragrance, and even the natal ghost king behind Zhong Yang couldn't help but move around when he smelled this strange fragrance...
"It's just a ghost grass, as for you to use this trick?" Zhong Yang saw the situation and knew that he could not grab it, so he simply took the ghost king back, but his mouth still ridiculed. Sentence: "You Thousand Mountain Sect is also proud of this..."
Of course, this means to Wang Jing to listen to...
Actually, Zong Yang had already greeted the eighteenth generations of Wang Jing’s ancestors in his heart. This ghost grass is far more than just that. This is a real treasure, especially for Zong Yang. Guixiu, with a Guixin grass in hand, it is equivalent to giving the ghosts of their lives a chance to transform...