In the tiger village, Chang Shan came back to ask where Hao Chen went, knowing that Hao Chen just wanted to walk alone, and when he went up the mountain, he didn't ask, which was of great benefit to Hao Chen's physical recovery, but after a while, there was a thunder, Chang Shan's face changed in shock, he remembered that Hao Chen's serious injury this time was caused by thunder, did he come again?

Rushed out of the door, quickly ran to the back mountain, and saw Haochen walking slowly down in the middle of the mountain, and his heart fell back again.

Haochen smiled and said, "Brother Chang, how can you be afraid that I will be struck by lightning again?"

Chang Shan said: "What do you say, if you give you another blow, we can help you collect the body!"

Haochen said: "Don't worry, if you want to take my Haochen's life, it's not enough, it's far from enough!"

Chang Shan found that the Haochen who had experienced this catastrophe had greatly changed, the previous Haochen was lifeless, not to laugh, even if he said a word more, it was difficult to enter the sky, and now he can not only debate, but also joke, full of vitality and vitality. Chang Shan saw it in his eyes and comforted it in his heart, this is a great thing, a real good thing!

Chang Shan said: "Hey, how can there be a kitten behind you?" Black and white stripes, like a little tiger, where did it come from!" Haochen said: "Qinggang Tiger King, don't provoke it!" Chang Shan stayed away unnaturally, and then said: "Brother Haochen is not joking?" Haochen said: "No!"

Chang Shan was even farther away and said, "Brother Haochen, although your injuries are not fully recovered now, I will let a few hunting team members carry you, you should be fine, why don't I wait for me to leave for the village today?"

Haochen nodded: "Okay, let's go back today!"

Chang Shan said happily: "Okay, I'll arrange it now!"

Haochen shook his head, raised his head to look, and when he saw the ruins of the mansion destroyed by the Qinggang Tiger King, he exclaimed urgently: "Wait!"

Haochen remembered that there was a dungeon under the ruins, and it was from there that the Qinggang Tiger King came out.

Chang Shan said: "Brother Haochen, is there anything else?"

Haochen said: "There is a dungeon under the ruins, where the tiger was buried!" Saying that, Haochen had the scene of the remnants of the bones in his mind, and the killing intent in his heart was even worse, as if he saw the scene of thousands of people wailing again, and he only hated that he had never chopped off Zhao Shanhu and Zhao Qingwolf with his own hands, and they should go to the eighteenth layer of hell.

Chang Shan was a little stunned when he heard this, but he found that the cold color in Haochen's eyes flashed, and the killing intent on his body was permeated, and he shouted: "Brother Haochen?"

Hearing this, Haochen shook his head with a wry smile: "If you think of something, it's no big deal, there should be good things in the underground palace, let's take a look!"

Chang Shan said: "Okay!" Walking briskly down the mountainside, he first arranged for someone to dig out the ruins.

When Haochen walked down, they had already found the entrance to the underground palace, but the rancid smell and bloody smell rushed to the sky, Chang Shan and the others saw the scene under the underground palace, all of them were full of anger, cold-blooded eyes, these beasts in the Tiger Village, should be killed, damned, there is an atmosphere, and they rushed to trample, knife, fork, and stick beating for the burial place of the dead in the Tiger Village...... to vent the wrath of the heart.

Haochen said: "Let's go, let's go in and have a look!" Haochen led the way in front, Qinggang Tiger followed behind, and Changshan and the hunting team behind him.

The area of the underground palace is very large, oval shape, nearly 30 zhang long, 189 zhang wide, and it is only a corner of the underground palace that can be seen above.

The facilities of the underground palace are very simple, there is no too much decoration, and it has not been repaired, it is simply a cave where the ancients lived and lived, and the most precious thing is the huge night pearl inlaid in the stone.

At the end is a totemic statue: the eight-armed asura, the famous god of murder in ancient times, the source of blood and sin, and the representative of killing.

Zhao Shanhu died for more than ten days, the death was embarrassing, he was scratched by the Qinggang tiger, scratched his heart, and died of exhaustion, everyone did not have any mercy, but was happy, felt that it was not enough, died too cheaply, should cut off his limbs, hung on the mountain wall, the wind and the sun, the birds pecked his flesh, and the beasts gnawed his bones, all of which could not wash away the sins he committed.

Everyone stepped forward, did not find a valuable thing, came to the front of the totem statue, there was no incense burner, and there was no sacrificial case, so strange.

On the circular stone platform under the statue of the Asura totem, there is a knife half-inserted, and there are two marks on the left side, which should have three things, and the other two things should have been taken away by others.

Chang Shan walked over, holding the handle of the knife, and twitched it upwards with all his might, trying to pull the knife out, but even though he used up his strength, the knife still didn't move.

Chang Shan wiped his sweat and said, "Can't pull it out, Brother Haochen, you can try it!"

Haochen said, "Okay, I'll try it!" walked over, holding the hilt of the knife.

"Dragon God, you're finally back!"

A voice sounded in Haochen's mind, and Haochen was so frightened that he was out of the hilt of the knife as if he had been clicked.

Chang Shan said: "Haochen?"

Haochen said: "Did you hear anyone talking?" Chang Shan and the others shook their heads and said, "Never!"

"Did I hear it wrong?" Haochen pinched the handle of the knife with the idea of trying again, but this time there was no sound or other abnormalities, Haochen couldn't think of a reason, it was definitely not his hallucination just now, there must have been a voice, but he didn't let him know now.

"I'm waiting!" unconsciously, Haochen pulled out the knife.

Chang Shan said: "Brother Haochen is really powerful, he pulled it out so easily, admire and admire!"

Haochen then glanced at the knife in his hand, it was in a straight line, if it were not for the oblique mouth on the tip of the knife, it would look like a sword from a distance; I don't know what kind of material it was forged, it was not gold or iron; the handle of the knife was yellow, and the eagle dragon flicked its tail; the tiger-shaped divine power was spitting out the blade in its mouth; the blade was two feet four inches long, and the knife weighed sixty-four kilograms; the blade was covered with a layer of black and yellow things, as if it were rust of life.

Haochen knocked and wanted to shake off the rust block, but the rust block was very stubborn and never fell, and said with a smile: "It's very stubborn, you will be my war knife in the future, accompany me to fight!"

"Let's go, take away all the night pearls that can be pried off, and go back to the village!" Haochen waved his long knife and said loudly.

"Yes!"

Zhang Xiaopang and the others are very active, they can't wait, the fist-sized Night Pearl can manage a lot of money, and it is up to the village to get it all back.

When Haochen and the others left, a black mist rose in the dungeon, and a faint voice came out: Divine Slashing Sword, Anti-Heaven Pill, Hell Shurace, the ancient disappeared civilization will rise again, the desolate dragon will return, the heavens, your plan will fall short, your dome can't be maintained, and your dojo should be shattered......

I don't know how long it took, but there was a long sound of footsteps, and a pair of bloody eyes glowed......