The hall exploded, the heavens and the earth collapsed, the big array here was like being swept by a tornado, Zhang Hao and the others were beaten by this force and stood unsteadily, if it wasn't for Meixi grabbing Jia Jinzhong, then he would really be Jinzhong. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even if the strong man of the Wind and Fire Mirror has been trapped for thousands of years, he is still full of surging power, but his body is exhausted, and he can only exert one-third of his powerful power, and it is difficult to hurt Zhang Hao and a few people outside the formation.

"Boy, you die."

The human-faced baboon gave up his body, which was equivalent to opening the shackles, and the power of the soul had long been forged in this evil place, and he directly turned into a ghost king and killed Zhang Hao.

"You still want to fight me if you don't have a physical body, joke."

Activate the Golden Toad Devouring Technique to kill the past, and the power of the soul will fight against the power of the soul.

The human-faced baboon laughed hideously, he was not ready to live anymore, even if he entered the Demon God Banner, what could he do, what difference between being free and being trapped here.

It's all this hateful Terran kid in front of him, if he hadn't been in the past few hundred years, he would have been able to break the shackles and leave here, and now he has completely turned into nothingness, and he must let this Terran kid not

Gotta die well.

The light in Zhang Haomei's heart flashed, and the golden toad behind him covered the sky and the sun, supporting the entire void and devouring the human baboon.

The Golden Toad Swallowing Technique is one of the three major exercises of the demon clan, devouring the world to make up for itself, the way of hunting is simple and rough, and the divine thought of killing the human face baboon is constantly shaking.

Zhang Hao is not afraid of the soul-turning human face baboon at all, not that his divine thoughts are as powerful as the Wind and Fire Mirror.

It's that Zhang Hao's understanding of the divine thought is extremely clear, the divine thought that has lost the physical body is the water without roots, and it is difficult to estimate how much strength can be retained.

Second, is it true that the powerful self-explosion ability is only aimed at the physical body, and has no effect on one's own soul?

Third, after so many years, the human-faced baboon was trapped here, and the divine mind must have become crazy a long time ago, and even if it is strong, it will not be able to remain intact.

And Zhang Hao has the two major divine recitation exercises of Jin Toad Zhen Soul Ding, and he can completely give it a go.

The black divine thoughts of the human-faced baboon were constantly killed by the golden toad and sent out black fragments, which were swallowed into the abdomen, and several times when they attacked Zhang Hao's body, they would be directly knocked out by the Soul Suppression Ding, and it was even more difficult to bear

Half an hour later, the human-faced baboon let out an unwilling roar, his eyes in his mind were blood-red, and he exploded in front of Zhang Hao for the last time, disappearing, and his breath was completely gone, as if he had never appeared.

Zhang Haopan sat down, there were too many impurities in the human-faced baboon's thoughts, full of anger and all kinds of unwilling breath, wanting him to go crazy.

He ran the soul suppression scripture over and over again, trying his best to stabilize his soul that was about to explode, I don't know how long it took, the sweat on his body was completely soaked, and his soul slowly calmed down.

Zhang Hao was extremely afraid, the land of the soul was a forbidden area, even if he had the Golden Toad Devouring Technique, he could not devour it without scruples, and the divine thoughts of the strong people of the Wind and Fire Mirror could easily take on themselves

The divine thoughts were also blown to pieces.

Although Mei Xi knew the cultivation method of the Golden Toad Devouring Technique, she didn't know much about it, he was able to survive all thanks to the Soul Suppression Ding, and if the Soul Suppression Ding hadn't advanced a few days ago, he would still not be able to withstand this strength

The power of the great divine soul turned into a stupid person.

I was so scared that I even had a faint desire to cultivate, and I was ready to recuperate for a while, and then refine this powerful divine thought.

"Are you alright?" Meixi looked at Zhang Hao worriedly, and when she saw Zhang Hao's clear eyes, she was slightly relieved.

"Fortunately, this human-faced baboon is really powerful, if it is in its heyday, no matter what means and methods I use, I am afraid I will not be able to escape."

"You are already very violent, you are the first monk of the Law Phase Realm that I know can escape from the hands of the Great Monk of the Wind and Fire Mirror, and you also killed the other party."

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, what kind of killing is this, he looked at the dilapidated hall, his eyes lit up, it took so much effort, didn't he just want to see what was inside.

"What about the two of them."

"Those two sluts are cultivating now, this time the master retreated, it took sixteen days, and both guys felt that they had gained something, in the main hall next to them."

The two of them knew that Zhang Hao had woken up and walked out of the hall.

"What are you in now?"

"Elementary Phaser." Ma Wu proudly showed his aura of law, otherwise Zhang Hao wouldn't be able to feel it no matter how he investigated.

Ma Wu's law phase is too compatible with the aura here, as if he was one of them.

"Master, this place is so suitable for cultivation, I feel like I have recovered some of my memories, I seem to have been here before."

"Yes, it's very familiar here, but unfortunately if we can recover more, all the things here won't be able to run."

Meixi frowned, a few rays of light flashed in her eyes, the three burial secret techniques are difficult to cultivate, burying one's past is equivalent to being reborn once, unless you find the soul guide arranged by yourself, it is difficult to recover the memory

Memory.

Ma Wu must have recovered some of his memories, and here are the things he left behind.

"Alright, let's talk about what we got this time." Zhang Hao said as he walked towards the main hall.

There was a hundred-meter-deep pit in the main hall, and all the surrounding rocks were sandy.

"Young master, we didn't touch it here." Jia Qianzhong's voice was hoarse, and there was a sigh on his face.

It was a place of gold, with shards of gold bricks on the ground, and lifelike dragons carved into the surrounding pillars trying to fly out.

In the center is a stone platform more than three meters high, surrounded by hundreds of dry bones, most of which are rotten as dust, and only some exquisite clothes remain.

In the center of the stone platform is a sarcophagus, also carved with a giant dragon and painted with gold lacquer, representing the noble status of the deceased.

Walking up to the stone platform, the sarcophagus has been opened, and a dry skeleton wrapped in a dragon robe is displayed in front of you.

Although the bones are intact, they are extremely black, as if they have been brushed with a layer of ink, and the skull has strange green hairs.

Jia Jinzhong said: "This is the first emperor, Emperor Shichang. ”

"This person has cultivated the ghost path, and he has become a lonely grudge, but his divine thoughts are too fragile, and the day of success is the day of death." Ma Wu pursed his lips.

Loneliness is a kind of living being, a kind of ghost path, and it needs to sacrifice countless creatures with blood before death, devour the soul and then transform.

Zhang Hao and Ma Wu both knew that although the success rate of cultivating the ghost path with the method of blood sacrifice was very high, it would hurt the heavens and peace, and it would be almost difficult to pass the baptism of thunder tribulation.

The biggest drawback is that the soul of the lord has to fight with the countless resentful spirits in the blood sacrifice, and the one who really survives in the end is not necessarily himself, making a wedding dress for others.

The emperor of the world, at the last moment of his life, chose the blood sacrifice, and he had to admit that it was a kind of sadness.

Jia Jinzhong didn't hate it at all, and respectfully bowed three times and nine times on the ground, which was regarded as his own courtesy, and he had a thorough understanding of his previous identity.

There was an ancient book in the coffin, which Zhang Hao held in his hand, which was the last words of Emperor Chang.

"I hate it so much, you steal my lifespan, even if I have the throne of the emperor, since I am going to die, then let your children and grandchildren bury me."

Just one line of words, full of boundless resentment, this you must be Emperor Shisheng, the person who collected all the magic medicines in the world.

"There were too many princes and grandsons who died young, which caused panic, and Emperor Chang was in poor health after succeeding to the throne, and he began to build his own mausoleum ten years later, and I was responsible for the management of those craftsmen on the periphery."

Jia Jinzhong knows some secrets, and Emperor Chang has also read it, the heavenly family is ruthless, and even his own children and grandchildren have to calculate.

Although Emperor Shisheng was vicious to his children and grandchildren, Kyushu was well managed, and it could be regarded as living and working in peace and contentment, with countless loyal ministers and good generals, and was respected as a prosperous era.

"Have you ever been lying here?" Zhang Hao asked suddenly.

Ma Wu scratched his head, many of the burial objects in the coffin were gone, and Emperor Chang's was moved to its original position, looking at the height of Ma Wu, it should be about the same as Ma Wu.

can have this kind of ability that gods and ghosts don't know, Zhang Hao only knows one person, and that is Ma Jianxun, who was known as the plague god back then.

Ma Wu finally sighed, he recovered part of his memory, but it was unbearable, full of great fear.

Jia Jinzhong was taken aback, you must know that all the people who can enter here are dead, he has been guarding for so long, and he really hasn't seen Ma Wu appear here.

"I only remember that I was stuck on the wind and fire mirror, and my life span was short, so I could only look around for a miracle medicine to prolong my life, but unfortunately I still didn't find anything when I got here, and finally chose to bury myself here."

"Are you still a plague god?"

Meixi doesn't believe that people can be resurrected after death, this is simply against the sky, even if there are thousands of ghosts in the world, but she has never seen a dead person survive.

The secret technique of three burials is known as the art of eternal life, burying one's own body in the sky and burial ground, but no one has cultivated it.

Bai Huang cultivates the secret technique of three burials, but it is only a kind of cultivation exercise, and it is only a retreat for more than ten years, which is different from living the world after death.

"I see." Zhang Hao got Ma Wu's transmission and understood.

The Three Burial Secret Technique is very magical, similar to a kind of hypnosis of divine thoughts, when everything in the body is born in a natural cycle, a new soul will naturally be born, and when the new soul triggers some items left by the predecessor,

It will lead to the awakening of some of the divine thoughts, which is called regeneration.

But in fact, the main body has died, and the newly cultivated body and divine mind are all different people.

So Ma Wu and **** Xun are not a person.

Walking out of here, Ma Wu and Jia Qianzhong's faces looked a lot better.

Ma Wu took Zhang Hao and walked inward, the so-called inner is the extremely prosperous palace, the place where Emperor Chang wanted to dig up when he died.

Zhang Hao saw countless corpses, and there was a small palace in front of him, which was simple, even plain like an ordinary prince's bedroom.

But Zhang Hao was shocked, the courtyard was covered with flesh and blood, and there were many bones on the ground that he couldn't recognize the race at all, but he felt that there was still a powerful aura exuding from it.

was as greedy as Xiaoqing, and also cowered and hid in Zhang Hao's hair, squeaking to remind Zhang Hao not to go forward, it was a place of death.

Meixi pointed ahead, sitting on the road a young Taoist priest, the body does not rot after death, this is a powerful person who has survived the wind and fire mirror, a rare giant in the world.