Chapter 392: Dig your own ancestral tomb
When the golden light disappeared, the realm lord took off his palm abruptly. Everything in front of me was back to its original state, still smoky. The Realm Lord bowed to his spiritual throne before turning to leave. It's just that what he didn't notice was that when the figure appeared, the incense was already half burned, and the smoke was enough to condense the figure. And at this moment, the incense in front of his spiritual seat burned a little.
And in the Zhao family's mansion within the Realm King City, Zhao Feng looked at Feng Lao, whose face was a little ugly, and was sitting cross-legged on a chair to cultivate. He waited patiently and did not dare to disturb. Compared with the previous fairy wind bones, the old man in front of him has been replaced with a red robe and a red cloak.
Seeing Feng Lao slowly open his eyes, Zhao Feng leaned over with a smile, and then asked softly, "Blood Envoy, but you have gained something?"
"Nothing to gain, to be expected. It was a surprise that kid would be here. However, his thunder attribute can actually block the blood food of this seat. I'm really looking forward to it more and more, and that body is a surprise to this seat. Feng Lao said with a smile. Originally, the immortal wind dao bone on his body turned into an evil aura at this moment.
Hearing Feng Lao's words, Zhao Feng felt cold all over his body. When he saw Feng Lao for the first time, he felt an irrepressible blood boiling. Later, he learned that it was because this person, who claimed to be the blood envoy of the Blood Palace, could absorb the blood qi emitted by people.
"How's the corpse you prepared?"
"The Blood Envoy is ready. However, because there are still some differences in the method of burial, most of the bones have been corrupted into white bones. Zhao Feng shuddered, and then replied. If given the choice, he really didn't want to stay by this person's side. Although he has also killed people, made money, killed people, and even poisoned the party, he always feels that he is much kinder than the person in front of him. He saw the blood envoy in front of him with his own eyes, and directly resurrected the body that had been buried from the coffin. Afterwards, he investigated, and the resurrected people turned out to be the same as they were before they were alive.
"It doesn't matter if you're white. However, this seat needs high-quality products, and the stronger the better. There's no need for that garbage. Feng Lao said disdainfully. With a wave of his hand, four identical figures appeared, eight long axes straddling across their shoulders. "Whose grave is this time?"
"This ...... After the Hong family's tomb was robbed last time, several major families have strengthened their own cemeteries, and even have masters above the Heaven Realm to guard them. So ......"
"I only listen to the results. Feng Lao said coldly.
"It's the cemetery of our Zhao family. Zhao Feng gritted his teeth before he said. This was his last resort. Originally, he wanted to test Feng Lao's attitude, if Feng Lao was more talkative, he didn't want to touch the corpses of those ancestors and ancestors. If there is no way, he can only sacrifice the ancestral tomb of the Zhao family. The living are worth more than the dead. Although it is known as one of the nine major families, Zhao Feng knows very well that in front of the Blood Palace, one of the ten major forces, the Zhao family is no different from the child, and it is just to be slaughtered by others.
"I hope that a few of your Zhao family are not waste. Feng Lao flicked his sleeves and followed behind Zhao Feng with four protective tall King Kongs.
said that the Hong elder of the Hong family, after being rescued by the master of the Hong family, has been stunned since he woke up. Even his own doctor is considering whether he has been hit in the brain. He did not come into direct contact with Feng Lao, but was injured by several ancestors of the Hong family. Legend has it that the axe is sky-high. Among them, the Hong axe is the Hong family's Qi Tian Axe, and the five ancestors are the founders of the Qi Tian Axe, and they are also the five ancestors who let the Hong family stand firm and fight. No one expected that someone would steal into the ancestral tomb of the Hong family and steal the ancestral corpse. What I didn't expect was that I was reincarnated. Seeing the current situation of the five ancestors, Hong Baohong felt ashamed of his ancestors. The portraits and statues of the five ancestors are still in the ancestral shrine, but they have been reborn in such a humiliating posture. It is a sorrow to be controlled by others, and it is a tragedy to be controlled by others.
Jiewang Castle is indeed not small, it is the largest city in Kyushu, and Jiewang Prefecture is also known as the first state, and it is also the largest piece of land. The matter of the five ancestors of the Hong family has been rumored on the same day. The slightly larger forces began to pay attention to their ancestral graves. If the loss of the bones of the ancestors is just a joke, then the ancestors are driven by the resurrection of people, which is a disaster.
Just when Hong Lao was still bedridden and didn't react, several monks wearing robes came to visit. The old monk who took the lead went to the bedroom of the head of the Hong family on his own, pushed the door and entered, and sat in front of Hong Bao's bed. The old monk hung a string of Buddhist beads on one hand, folded his hands, sat with his eyes closed, and began to chant sutras.
Zhao Feng led Feng Lao all the way from a hidden path into the depths of the Zhao family's inner courtyard, and they came to an ancient ancestral hall. At the moment when Feng Lao stepped into the ancestral hall, the dazzling array of weapons began to tremble, and even screamed. Zhao Feng walked to the front of the case in the middle of the ancestral hall, and first bowed respectfully to the surroundings. Then, he stretched out his palm, pulled out a dagger stuck in the case, and slashed it hard at the palm of his hand.
Blood flowed out, but Zhao Feng's expression did not change, he put his palm against the case and stood up. Suddenly, drops of blood flowed from the palm of his hand. The case that had absorbed the blood gradually began to turn red, and a strange pattern emerged. One by one, the font is covered with the entire case, there are as many as 1,000 words, and it is crimson. The blood-colored fonts on the top of the case began to levitate, like the words of a physical entity. Zhao Feng used his blood-stained palm to grab sixteen of the words, and lined them up one by one, forming two sentences: the blade of the double knife is difficult to cut the bones, and the blade screams and walks away. With the combination of the two sentences, soon the thirteen words began to disappear, and the three words of Shuangdao and Go, which remained, and finally changed into a Zhao character. When the character Zhao appeared, the ground in the ancestral hall began to twist, and a square gap appeared.
Zhao Feng looked at the gap that appeared and sighed secretly. The ancestors of the Zhao family took great pains to set up this entry mechanism, and I am afraid that they would not have thought that one day the current head of the Zhao family would personally open the ancestral tomb and bring someone to choose the body. He led the way in front, followed by the five people of Feng Lao. Just after all six people entered, the ground twisted again, and the gap directly returned to its original normal appearance. After entering the gap, there is a downward staircase. Just as Zhao Feng stepped onto the steps, torches lit on both sides of him.