Fantasy World Transmigration: The title of Dimensional Warrior Fanwai: God Ghost Daming 1

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Wang Chen felt that he had lived through the long darkness, and the soul was as if he had spent a longer time than his life. He only remembered to hear the click, the soft sound of the mechanical lock opening, that This muddled feeling gradually left him. He vaguely saw a white light in front of his eyes, and a faint voice came from his ears.

Am I dead?

It seems not yet!

In his memory, the fireball descends on the sky, burning everywhere, like the end, he stands desperately on the street waiting for the death to come, but then? --Can not remember!

He seems to be lying in a small but comfortable iron box, is it a coffin? That's thanks to the country that did not force him to cremate. Wang Chen was already awake, but he didn't want to open his eyes, and now someone is speaking in his ear. A young, unaltered teenager panicked and said: "Master! The flesh coffin of Da Shengzun is alive!"

"It's the Chinese Life-saving Salvation Dharma Bodhisattva!" A slightly old voice sounded, and then he came to slap the boy's scalp fiercely.

"You traitor!" Then the old voice scolded: "All told that this iron coffin is the treasure that we inherited from the lower Maoshan, the ancestor ancestor, our ancestor of Maoshan got this life of heavenly life The coffin of Salvation Tianzun only realized the spells of corpse refining and chasing corpses, and you dare to tamper with the heavy ancestors ... See me not killing you wicked! "

"Don't I just want to re-understand the ancestor's spells from this iron coffin?" said the young aggrieved.

"Master, you said that we are descendants of the lower Maoshan line, but the Taoist priest of Taiqingguanbei on the Phoenix Mountain said that we pretended to replace their Maoshan Dharma, and said that Master, you do n’t even have a doctrine, you are a false Taoist, Saying that we are just eating dead people's meals and picking up the bones, and we are not Maoshan people at all. "

"Nonsense!" The old man's beard glared, his breath was uneven: "They lost the spell passed down by the Nine Grandpa Patriarch, and let those people in Nanjing Chaotian Palace get rid of it. Instead, they blamed us. , Drove us out of the Qing Palace, what we used to be the best at Maoshan was the yin **** corpse dispel spell, but now they say that those of us who still adhere to the ancestor's law are evil gates! What is the reason! "

"My teacher's palace is dead, and we must see that we go down to Maoshan to retrieve the ancestor's spell and drive the day when the golden armor corpses set foot on the Qing palace!"

The boy heard it and said indignantly: "Nine Grandpa Patriarch can understand the magic from the living coffin, why don't we do it?" He excitedly said: "When we realize the dead body from the patriarch's treasure The three methods can definitely reproduce our grand Maoshan and dominate the grand view of the Zhengyi Temple in the three provinces in the southeast! Taking into account the rules of the ancestors and waiting for the people of the Qing Palace to come to the door, should we let them be humiliated? "

"Shangqing Palace came to the door?" The old master, Gong Min, perceived something anxiously and asked, "What is wrong with you, a traitor? The Qing Palace has no reason, why did you come to the door, did you leave the patriarch? Have you said anything about Bao? "

The teenager suddenly panicked, and said: "The priest in the Upper Qing Palace laughed at us, and I was angry ..."

Under the anxiety of the Master ’s palace, he shook his hand as a young apprentice. He shouted: "You ... you are confused! We have no power, let the Shangqing Palace know. There are also our master and apprentice. Is it your life? Do you despise us for picking up bones for the dead to converge? Did Master forget to eat you with a bite? With this little skill left by the grandfather. Although our mentor and apprentice were dismissed a bit, we did not eat well. Worry. "

"But you, the traitor, have a catastrophe, do you want to live as a teacher?"

Speaking of the teacher's palace trotting all the way, saying to the apprentice: "If it weren't for me, you would be an unappropriate apprentice, and you're my poor sister, the only son ... I ... alas! Quickly pack things up in the Shangqing Palace Before anyone comes, run and talk. "

The six apprentices of the six apprentices said: "Uncle ... No, Master! What about the treasures of the Patriarch?"

"At that time, Jiu Gong Patriarch saw the comet falling to the ground at night, and found the coffin three days after entering the mountain. From the fairy corpse inside, he realized our corpse magic ... This coffin was made of Taibai fine gold and weighed 10,000. Over eight thousand kilograms, the Grandmaster Jiugong didn't know how much effort he had spent before digging it out of the mountain. Now, in a hurry, move it. Put it here! Wait until you will find a hidden place and bury it in place ! "

"I will come back in the future to find ... anyway, it must not fall into the hands of those traitors."

Wang Chenyou inside the "Coffin" opened his eyes and breathed deeply-is this a TV show outside? Still stereo surround sound, generous! I heard that some funeral and funeral industries have created refrigeration coffins and networked coffins to meet the needs of various customers after their deaths. There is a joke how to say: even if I die, I will scream with my dead throat: mobile phone, charging Even wifi.

Unexpectedly, there is really such a service in the coffin!

Wang Chen opened his eyes and saw a Daotong with a bun in his eyes widened and looked at him in horror. The high-end atmosphere of the coffin, with its large stereoscopic 3D screen, saw the boy screaming.

"Master, Da Tianzun's corpse!"

Watching Xiao Dao Tong's snotty tears flow, Wang Chen was inexplicably funny, he reached out and pushed, the screen in front suddenly slipped open the gap of the size of three fingers, Xiao Dao Tong's eyes were fast, and he pressed the 'coffin' , Shouting:

"The corpse is scamming! Longevity! The coffin plate of Da Shengzun can't hold back!"

"Smelly boy! A surprise!" The teacher's palace came in angrily from the front hall, just wanted to scold the young apprentice, he saw the Tianzun dharma body in his ancestor's treasure and pushed the crystal treasure on the surface of the iron coffin. Gai, got up and sat up.

The teacher's palace turns white, and he will faint.

The young apprentice hurried over, and among the people who pinched the master, weeping: "Master, you ca n’t die ... What if I die, what can I do. Our Maoshan, even at the Jiugong Patriarch, I practiced a flying night fork, and now even the gods of confession are scamming. What can I do with my apprentice? Master ... "

Looking at the little Daotong crying to death, listening to the dialect that is a bit like Min Nan, Wang Chen did n’t know whether he should disturb their masters and apprentices. He looked back and found out why the masters and apprentices called themselves Save the Great Heavenly Saviour for China's life! On the lid of the iron coffin, it was impressively written-The Chinese Multi-Dimensional Dimensional Republic, the Salvation Army rescued the survival warehouse.

Although they are simplified Chinese characters, they should also understand the ancient Chinese dress and familiar dialects in front of them.

"Cough cough!" Wang Chen coughed twice and said, "I'm bothered. What dynasty is it now?"

"Don't eat me!" The apprentice wailed and collapsed on the palace of the teacher. Instead, the people in the palace were hurt by the land, and the pain was sober. 'Speaking people's words, is still the accent over the capital, but not so scared! It is not a zombie to speak human language, it is not a zombie-then they can still live.

His trembling dynasty Wang Chen clenched his fists and said: "Tianzun again, now it is the Ming Dynasty ..."

Wang Chen's eyes light up when he hears the "Da Ming Dynasty" ... I'm--through?

But look at the "iron coffin" underneath, this kind of life-storage shape is not too sci-fi, but listening to the words of the master and apprentice, it seems that he has been sleeping in the life-storage space for a short time. The only technological tree that can be pointed out is the dormant warehouse of life, which was not available for those who were born before the 21st century and suffered major disasters.

And what the **** is this Chinese multidimensional dimensional republic?

What is the Salvation Army? Another name for the PLA?

Walk yourself through the Victory Warehouse ... a little non-mainstream! Moreover, the patriarch Jiu Gong can understand the Taoism of the wool from the living warehouse!

"Zhu Yuanzhang's Daming Dynasty!" In order to prevent a stranger from another world, Wang Chen specifically asked, and then asked: "What year is it now?"

"Qi Tian Tian Zun." The old priest in the teacher's palace heard Zhu Yuanzhang's three words, his brow trembling slightly, and learning the appearance of the official in the drama, he bowed his hand and said: "The current year, It is forty-one years in Wanli! "