After listening to the words of King Zhenshan, Fang Zheng was thoughtful.

Since the king of Zhenshan took the initiative to back down and took the initiative to show kindness to him, Fang Zheng accepted it when he saw it.

He's not the kind of person who doesn't know what to do.

Subsequently, the selection of the coffin was not difficult, because Founder had already selected the coffin at the beginning.

"Just choose her. ”

Fang Zheng raised his hand and pointed at it.

It was the coffin of the silver yarn.

"Ugh. ”

The king of Zhenshan, who had made a promise and swore a frank oath before, was stunned.

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

"The coffin of the decay is made of gloomy wood, and it does not rot in the face of thousands of years of feng shui, coupled with the nourishment of the yin power of the decay for thousands of years day and night, it has already given birth to a little spirituality and the opposite sex, which is no less than those heavenly treasures that have been cultivated by heaven and earth. ”

"I mind. Fang Zheng directly refused.

King Zhenshan: "......"

Fang Zheng said seriously: "I know the bed better, and the silver yarn coffin is comfortable to lie on." ”

King Zhenshan: "......"

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

The last remaining coffin: "......"

Is that a bed?

It's clearly a coffin!

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

You kid fool!

"What? Can't I take the coffin of Yinluosha? Just now, the king of Zhenshan himself said that as long as I fancy the coffin, I can take it away. When Fang Zheng said this, he seemed to remember something, and his face showed a hint of strangeness.

"Yin Luosha is the daughter of the King of Zhenshan?"

"This coffin is the dowry of Yin Luosha?"

Fang Zheng came to the bright red lacquered wooden coffin of Yin Luosha and asked in surprise.

King Zhenshan's tone was melancholy: "If Yin Luosha is really an old daughter, then it would be good, the green smoke from my ancestral tomb can be as high as wolf smoke." ”

Next, King Zhenshan told the truth.

"Yin Luosha, like you, is the pride of the sky at the same age, and has already entered the peak of the late stage of the night tour. It's a pity that she is jealous of the talent, in the era she is in, the revival of aura has only opened the first round, so she has achieved an achievement, and she has stopped at the peak of the late stage of the night tour for life, and she can't take a step forward. ”

"Yin Luosha was once selected by my grave keeper as the most likely potential seed in history to impact the Yin God, but unfortunately, due to the incompleteness of the rules of the world, she has never been able to cross this last step. If, this time the opportunity for the revival of the aura, she still can't break through, and use this to repair the damaged foundation that the aura has been depleted for a hundred years, the Yin God fate of Yin Luosha may have to be interrupted. ”

"My grave keeper has the most hope of achieving the Yin God in history, and the first Heavenly Pride to achieve the Yin God may also miss it. This miss may be forever, and I don't know how many millennia will I have to wait for next time......"

After listening to the words of King Zhenshan, Fang Zheng was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect this silver yarn to have such a background.

"Yin God......

It is precisely because of this that although the King of Zhenshan can suppress the seventy-two ghost gates, some of them can't suppress Yin Luosha.

Yin Luosha's qualifications are much stronger than those of him back then!

"Young man, you and Yin Luosha are both potential seeds, maybe there will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future, anyway, they are all coffins, you see that there is not much difference between the old coffin and the coffin of Yin Luosha. King Zhenshan once again persuaded Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng thought seriously for three seconds.

"But I still recognize the bed, and I still want to choose the coffin of Yinluosha. ”

King Zhenshan: "......"

Doesn't this kid understand human speech?

Could it be that people who wield knives like Yin Si Bloody Hand Tu are all so domineering! Are they all with an elm head that doesn't know how to be flexible!

Run to grab the coffin at every turn!

Under Fangzheng's unyielding refusal, he finally carried the coffin board of Yinluosha.

Coffin he doesn't need.

It is enough to have a coffin board.

These are not ordinary coffins, just a coffin board is as thick as a palm, the materials are solid, and they can easily weigh thousands of catties.

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

So Fang Zheng plans to carry away the coffin board for the time being, and try the effect first.

This time, with the King of Zhenshan making a move, Fang Zheng easily carried the coffin board, but as a result, he looked into the coffin, but it was empty.

And there were no lying people.

King Zhenshan quickly answered the question for Fang Zheng: "Yin Luo Sha is not in the Seventy-two Ghost Gate Pass now, which is why the last time the Yin Si Bloody Hand Tu came here, he borrowed the Yin Luo Sha coffin. ”

The bloody hand slaughter in the mouth of King Zhenshan is the butcher of Zhang.

Fang Zheng didn't ask where Yin Luosha went, since Butcher Zhang already knew about it, it means that Yin Luosha left the seventy-two ghost gates with the consent of the official.

The weight of a thousand catties, for Fang Zheng, there is no pressure on his shoulders, since the matter is over, no one wants to stay in the gloomy corpse pile for long, so he plans to return to the city.

It's just that just before Fang Zheng was about to get out of the corpse hole, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and he, carrying a heavy, heavy coffin board, turned to look at the corpse hole behind him.

"King Zhenshan, what is that unknown monster I encountered when I entered the Seventy-Two Ghost Gates?"

"Grave Beast. ”

"Tomb Beast?" Fang Zheng's eyes flashed with a different color.

He subconsciously looked at the two tomb beasts with traces of decay and decay.

"All outsiders who peep into the tomb of the mountain god will be counterattacked by the tomb beast, my tomb keeper guards this place of corpses all the year round, it is rare for a guest to visit, I will take another shot for you, temporarily suppress the tomb beast for you, and send you out of the seventy-two ghost gates safely. ”

"Come back, young man. ”

The voice of the King of Zhenshan began to bring a trace of exhaustion.

His foundation has regressed greatly, and every time he makes a shot or wakes up from a deep sleep, he is consuming his lifespan, just like ordinary people consume physical strength every time they exercise vigorously.

Founder understands this truth.

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

It was at this time that the handful of fortune incense that Fang Zheng was inserted at the entrance of the corpse cave was finally burned, and the incense ashes fell to the ground......

Then, the cavern returned to darkness.

Click, click, click......

The middle-aged scribe who had been embedded in the rock wall looked like a paper piercing man, breaking free from the pit of the rock wall.

When he landed, a paper figure came out of the darkness and stood beside the middle-aged scribe.

Poof!

Controlling the Yin Force, he tore off the arms and legs of the paper-piercing man and connected them to himself, and the middle-aged scribe regained his hands and feet, and then, he walked towards one of the coffins.

"Old friend, my home was demolished by that violent boy, and I am now homeless, can I squeeze with you?"

Boom!

The lid of the coffin opened and closed heavily, turning the middle-aged scribe out of the coffin.

As if scolding: Get out.

In the dark, the middle-aged scribe was cheeky and continued to harass: "Old friend, let me squeeze with you......"

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I don't know if it's my delusion, 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 "Yinluo Sha"... A certain author of the doggy .jpg