Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven

Zhong Yang gave Wang Jing a strange look, and his eyes were full of natural discrimination. If he changed it to usual, Wang Jing would have turned his head and scolded, but this time, Wang Jing did n’t respond at all, but he was stunned. Looking at the stone gate, after a while, there was a sudden sentence: "I have seen this pattern ..."

This time Zhong Yang was amazed.

"have you seen?"

"Well, I have seen ..." Wang Jing looked up at the huge stone gate, his eyes looked at the strange and complicated pattern, and after a long while, he nodded again: "Ten years ago, I and I Master entered the ancestral land of Qianshan once, sweeping the tombs of the ancestors of all dynasties. Among them, the tombstone of the real man of Chilong was inscribed with such patterns ... "

"Chilong live-action?" Zhong Yang froze for a moment. The name of Chilong live-action, among the monks in the north, probably didn't hear much ...

At that time, Qianshan Sect had just experienced a big disaster. The real human beings and Grand Master Jin Dan fell one after another, leaving only seven true brothers to support.

Everyone thought that Qianshan Sect was going to fall from the position of one of the ten major schools in the northern realm. However, at this critical moment, Chilong was born, and he was one of the seven true biography at the age of twenty. After that, it was even a series of adventures. In just ten years or so, he became a master of Jin Dan in the north.

Seventeen years later, he even broke through the realm of law. He simply pulled the Qianshan Sect on the edge of the cliff back ...

When the real red dragon rises, it is the day of the monster. The corpses of the northern realm flow across the wild blood and flow into the river. The real red dragon is the only one of the seventeen real people in the northern realm. From the world of four seas to the realm of annihilation, from the city of candlefire to the mountain of Tianluo, more than a hundred battles have never been defeated once.

If it weren't for a sudden sitting in the sky, I'm afraid that the ranking of the ten major schools in the northern border is not like this now ...

Yes, when the real Chiron lived, it almost covered everyone's light. Even a proud person like Zhong Yang had to admit that it was the real time of Chilong.

This is a thunderous name.

"At that time, there were a total of thirteen such patterns on Chilong's tombstone ..." It was a bit strange. When referring to this ancestor, Wang Jing's face seemed a bit unnatural, but just a flash Immediately, even the nearest Zhong Yang did not notice.

"Thirteen?" Zhong Yang frowned after listening, looking up at the huge stone gate: "Strange, here are the thirteen ..."

"I listen to my master, this pattern may be a divine channel pattern, but after the red dragon lived into a person, it was transformed into a supernatural power. Thirteen patterns represent the thirteen great supernatural powers that the red dragon lived in his life ..."

"Wait ..." Zhong Yang heard this, and her eyes widened slowly: "So, does it mean that behind this stone gate, there is also a monk who is not inferior to Chilong?"

"I have no idea then……"

After a moment of silence in the mountain's abdomen, Zhong Yang suddenly gritted his teeth: "Go, go in and see!"

Having arrived here, Wang Jing naturally didn't want to go home empty-handed, so he only hesitated a little and walked to Shimen.

The protection of the stone gate is not complicated, just a five-element golden lock formation, both of whom are outstanding among the monks of the same generation. Qianshan Sect, who was born in Wang Jing, is even more famous for its formation and runes. However, half an hour later, the five-element golden lock array was opened by Wang Jing, and then a whisper of "嚓嚓 嚓" came, and the huge stone door was slowly opened ...

Then, in front of me suddenly bright ...

"What a great palace!" Zhong Yang, as a true biography of the Netherworld Sect, has seen the underground palace for decades, there are no one hundred and eighty, but when the huge stone door slowly opened, Zhong Yang couldn't help but exclaimed .

Such an underground palace of the same size, that is Zhong Yang and only in his life ...

At a glance, it looks like an underground city. The towering city walls are mottled and vicissitudes, carved with traces of the years. After passing through the city gate, it is a very wide avenue, enough to accommodate more than a dozen carriages passing by This is a scale that even Wanghai City does not have.

The houses and shops on both sides of the avenue are all available. Looking forward along the avenue, you can clearly see that a black palace stands in the very center of the city. Through the misty mist, it looks like a black monster entrenched in Where it is ...

It's just that this city that should be full of prosperity, but this green ghost fire is floating around, and the air is filled with mist, making the whole city look gloomy ...

"It seems to be more important ..." Zhong Yang swallowed hard with some effort. After thinking about it, he revealed the ghost image of the natal ghost king, and then walked slowly along the avenue.

"and many more!"

However, Zhong Yang's footsteps had just moved, and Wang Jing behind him exclaimed ...

"What a horrible thing ..."

Zhong Yang ridiculed subconsciously, but this sentence did not come to an end. The face of the ghost king of the Nether Sect suddenly showed a little surprise. The two almost rushed to a nearby house at the same time, and Wang Jing ’s body just moved. , A beam of thunder has fallen, unbiased, just blocking Zong Yang behind ...

"Damn ..." Zong Yang suddenly scolded a swear word, but unfortunately it was too late, but just for a moment of stunned spirit, Wang Jing entered the house in a flash ...

There is nothing in the house, but a weed in the corner of the house exudes a ghostly spirit ...

"Sure enough!" Wang Jingxin was very happy, and reached out to grab the grass in his hand, and Zhenyuan turned around, dispelling the monstrous ghost spirit, and it was strange to come. A strange fragrance came out, and even the natal ghost king behind Zhong Yang couldn't help being moved when he smelled the strange fragrance ...

"It's just a ghost heart, as for you playing this way?" Zhong Yang looked at the situation and knew that he couldn't rob it. He simply took the natal ghost king back, but he still ridiculed two words on his mouth: " Your Qianshan Sect has made a point of this ... "

Of course, this is just for Wang Jing ...

In fact, Zong Yang had greeted the 18th generation of King Jingzu Zong in his heart. This ghost heart is far more than that. This is a real treasure of heaven and earth, especially for ghost repairs like Zong Yang. A ghost heart grass is in hand, it is equivalent to giving the natal ghost a chance to transform ...

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