There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 837: Yin Shen

lnmao.org, the fastest update, here are the latest chapters of evil spirits!

Fang Zheng felt thoughtful after hearing the words of Zhenshan King.

Since Zhenshan King voluntarily backed down and took the initiative to show goodwill to him, Fangzheng would accept it as soon as he saw it.

He's not the kind of person who doesn't know good or bad.

Afterwards, the selection of the coffin was not difficult, because Founder had already selected the coffin from the very beginning.

"Just choose her."

Fang Zheng raised his hand and pointed.

It is the coffin of silver Luosha.

"Uh."

The King of the Mountain, who had said nothing before and vowed to be frank, gave a stunned sound.

Then hesitantly and hesitantly persuaded: "Young man, if you don't mind, why don't you choose this old coffin?"

"The old coffin is drawn from the precious blood sandalwood in the world. It does not rot when exposed to thousands of years of feng shui, and coupled with the day and night nourishment of the age of thousands of years of yin power, it has already given birth to a little spirituality and the opposite sex, no less than those of heaven and earth. A thickly planted natural treasure."

"I really mind." Founder directly refused.

Zhenshan King: "..."

Fangzheng said again in a serious manner: "I am a person who recognizes the bed, and I still lie in a silver gauze coffin for comfort."

Zhenshan King: "..."

The middle-aged scribe who is also used as a background painting in the rock wall: "..."

The last remaining coffin: "..."

Is that a bed?

That is clearly a coffin!

You are a big living person, live well, recognize a ghost coffin!

You kid fooled!

"Why? Can't I take away the coffin of Yin Luosha? Just now King Zhenshan said that as long as the coffin I fancy, I can take it away." At this moment, Fang Zheng seemed to think of something, his face There was a strange look on his face.

"Yin Luosha is the daughter of King Jinshan?"

"This coffin is the dowry of Silver Luosha, so can't I take it away?"

Fang Zheng came to Yin Luosha's red lacquered wood coffin with blood and tears, and asked in surprise.

The King of Zhenshan was melancholy: "If Yin Luosha is really an old daughter, then it will be fine. The blue smoke from my ancestral tomb can be higher than wolf smoke, and I will wake up laughing while lying in the coffin."

Next, King Zhenshan tells the truth.

"Yin Luosha, like you, is at the same age as you. He has already entered the peak of the night tour operator. It is a pity, Tian jealous talent, in the era when she was in, the aura recovery only started the first Round, so a complete achievement, lifelong stop at the peak of the night tour envoy, can’t take a step forward."

"Yin Luosha was once selected by my grave guards as the potential seed that is most likely to impact Yinshen in history, but it is a pity that the last resurrection of spiritual energy ended too quickly and too suddenly. She hasn’t crossed the threshold of the day trip, and the world has returned to silence again, and the aura is exhausted. If, this time, the chance of aura recovery, she still can’t break through, and use this to repair the foundation damaged by the aura for a hundred years, silver Luo Sha’s Yinshen opportunity may be interrupted here."

"My tomb-keeper has the most hope to become the Yin God in history. The first proud son of the heaven to become the Yin God may also be missed. This miss may be forever, and I don’t know how much to wait next time. Millennia..."

After listening to Zhenshan King's words, Fang Zheng was slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, this silver Luosha has such a background.

"Yin God..."

Because of this, although Zhenshan King can suppress 72 ghost gates, some of them cannot suppress Yinluosha.

Yin Luosha's aptitude is much stronger than that of him back then! too much!

"Young people, you and Yin Luosha are both potential seeds, and there may be many opportunities for cooperation in the future. They are all coffins anyway. Look at the old coffins and Yin Luosha coffins, there is actually not much difference." Zhenzhen The mountain king once again tried to persuade Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng thought about it for three seconds.

"But I still recognize the bed, and I still want to choose a silver coffin."

Zhenshan King: "..."

Don't this kid understand human words?

Could it be that people who use knives like the Yinsi Bloodhand and Tutu are so overbearing! Are they all with an elm head that doesn't know how to work!

Run to grab the coffin at every turn!

Under Fang Zheng's unwillingness to retreat, he finally carried away the silver Luosha coffin board.

He doesn't need the coffin.

A coffin board with a large cross-section is sufficient.

These are not ordinary coffins. The coffins of these big guys, just a coffin board, are as thick as a palm, and can easily weigh thousands of pounds.

It can be used as a material for making spiritual weapons.

So Fangzheng intends to take away the coffin board first, and let's try the effect first.

This time, with Zhenshan King, Fang Zheng easily picked up the coffin board. As a result, he looked into the coffin, but it was empty.

There is no one lying there.

Zhenshan King quickly answered the question for Fang Zheng: "Silver Luosha is not at the Seventy-Two Ghost Gates now. This is why the last time the Yinsi Bloodhands were slaughtered here, the silver Luosha was borrowed. Coffin."

The blood-handed Tufu in the mouth of Zhenshan King was Tufu Zhang.

Fang Zheng didn't ask where Yin Luosha had gone. Since Butcher Zhang had known about this, it showed that Yin Luosha had obtained official approval to leave the 72 ghost gates.

The weight of a thousand catties, for Fang Zheng, there is no pressure on his shoulders. Now that this place is over, no one would want to stay longer in the gloomy corpses, and Fang Zheng intends to return to Zhou City.

It's just that, just before Fang Zheng was about to leave the corpse cave, he seemed to remember something suddenly, carrying a heavy, heavy coffin board, turned and looked at the corpse cave behind him.

"Zhenshan King, what is the unknown monster I encountered when I entered the 72 ghost gates?"

"The Town Tomb Beast."

"Grave Town Beast?" Fang Zheng's eyes flashed in different colors.

He subconsciously looked at the two tomb-suppressing beasts with traces of years passing by.

"All the outsiders who peeped into the tomb of the mountain gods will be backlashed by the tomb-down beasts. My tomb-keeper guards this place where the corpses gather all the year round. It is rare for guests to visit, so I will do it again for you. Temporarily suppress the tomb beast, and send you out of 72 ghost gates safely."

"Young man, go back."

The voice of Zhenshan King began to bring a trace of fatigue.

He has regressed so badly. Every time he takes a shot or wakes up from a deep sleep, he is losing his life, just like an ordinary person's physical exertion for every strenuous exercise.

Founder knows this truth by himself.

He thanked the Zhenshan King, then carried the coffin on his shoulders and walked out of the corpse cave.

At this time, the handful of fortune incense that Fang Zheng inserted at the mouth of the corpse cave finally curled up and burned, and the incense fell to the ground...

Afterwards, the darkness in the corpse cave returned to darkness again.

Crack, click, click...

In the darkness, there was a strange noise, and a lot of rocks rolled down from the heights.

The middle-aged scribes who have been inlaid on the rock wall are pricked with paper and broke free from the big hole in the rock wall.

When he landed, at this moment, a paper man walked out of the darkness and stood beside the middle-aged scribe.

Puff! puff!

Controlling Yin force to chop off the paper-stuck man's arms and legs, and then attach it to himself. The middle-aged scribes recovered their hands and feet, and then he walked to one of the coffins.

"My friend, my house was demolished by that violent boy. I am now homeless. Can I squeeze with you?"

Boom!

The lid of the coffin was opened and closed, shutting the middle-aged scribes out of the coffin.

As if cursing: Brother Wu En.

In the darkness, the middle-aged scribes were cheeky and continued to harass: "My old friend, let me squeeze with you..."

/

I don’t know if it’s my illusion. I always feel like I’m driving, but I can’t find evidence. So after thinking about it, I decided to change the name of "White Tiger King" to "Silver Luosha"... Author.jpg