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With a little light on the wall of the corridor, the dizang King's fingertips spread out rapidly towards the surrounding areas. In an instant, he outlined a mysterious array, which made Hong Ling's face congealed.

"Emperor Zun, please follow me. I will answer all your doubts for you, but we'd better act faster, or the thing below will wake up!"

He bowed to Hongling and saluted him slightly. The feeling that the king of dizang gave him the respect of matchless emperor was only peaceful. However, the dark fog around his body made people unable to know what terrible power was brewing in his body.

Stepping into an independent space opened up by the big array, Hong Ling carefully looks at everything around him. Suddenly, he looks a little bit suspicious and looks at the dark coffin in front of him.

"This is the coffin that seals you. Have we come to the bottom of the city?"

Ning Mei looks at the di Zang king who is taking off his hood. Hong Ling looks puzzled. But when he tries to touch the coffin, he finds that his hand has completely penetrated the past, as if the divine coffin is a completely unreal mirror image.

"We did come to the bottom of the city, but it was not in the underground palace where the coffins were placed. It was a separate space, which only the emperor and I knew."

Sitting on the ground with his knees crossed, the king of Tibet motioned that Hong Ling should also sit down with him. He turned and swung his sleeves, so that the mirror image in front of the two people completely disappeared, revealing the white bones under their feet.

Now the king of Tibet is sitting on a huge skull, and there are many powerful resentment spirits swimming around him, as if the dark lightning is passing by rapidly, making his flesh and blood eroded by the powerful power.

Hong Ling looked at the most powerful man with a dignified face. Although he had known for a long time that this man's Noumenon possessed the strength of great master, people would not understand the horror of this one until he really felt his power.

"Well, the matchless emperor respects Hong Ling. If you have anything to ask, please do not hesitate to ask. I know everything you want to say."

With one hand standing on his palm and reciting sutras, the king of Tibet quietly looked at the great master in white before him, and he was filled with exclamations, both astonished and appalled.

He had sensed the power of Hongling earlier, but in any case, it was hard to believe that this man would have stepped into the realm of great respect before Feng Du Ming king of this generation. However, when the white friar really appeared here, he realized how terrible the natural talent of matchless emperor Zun was.

"Then you are welcome. I would like to ask the king of Tibet, is it you who sealed the coffin that suppressed Tianguan at the bottom of the city?" Although

knew that as like as two peas, he felt strange, because the presence of the sleeping coffin was almost the same as those in front of him. He must understand it.

"As emperor Zun said, the one who sleeps in the coffin is really my noumenon. Of course, I'm talking to you right now, too!"

The language of the king of Tibet in a black robe is not surprising. As soon as he opens his mouth, Hong Ling is stunned. Looking at him in disbelief, he seems to find it hard to accept such an answer.

"Both of them are your noumenon. May I ask if something has happened and why you brought me here?"

Trying to calm her breath, Hong Ling continued to stare at the king of dizang, eager to know some secrets from his mouth that he had never seen before, which seemed fatal to him.

"Have you ever heard of the other shore flower?"

With a smile at Hongling, the king's face was filled with a warm smile, which made the young master in front of him stunned and nodded.

"The flower on the other side of the yellow spring is said to bloom on the Bank of the yellow spring. It is because it is placed on the way to the yellow spring by many ghosts and gods, and its color is scarlet and gorgeous!"

Although I don't know why the dizang king asked this question, Hong Ling still opened his mouth and said what he knew, which made Feng Du, who was covered in black robes, nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, the other shore flower you mentioned, named Manzhu shahua, is a red flower on the other side, but there is a second kind of flower like this in the world!"

"Second, what is that?"

"Datura, the white flower on the other side of the river, is blooming on the Bank of heaven, holy and incomparable!"

Gently reaching out at the center of his eyebrows, the king of Tibet's body is rapidly fading black. His strong wish God Xi is becoming white, and his whole body exudes noble and holy temperament, which makes Hongling surprised.

"This What's going on here? "

Looking at Fanxiu in white, Hongling almost thought that he had mistaken the person. If it had not been for the head of dizang king, there was still a vertical pupil opening quietly. I'm afraid that he would have thought that this man was fake by other experts!

"You ask me, who is the man in the coffin? He is the king of dizang who is stationed in the hell. His original God is manzhusha, and mine is Mandala!"

"The poor monk once made a great wish. Hell is not empty and vows not to become a Buddha. He takes the flower on the other side as the original God, and wishes to help all the ghosts and spirits in the hell!""But in the end, after all these long years, I can't see the hope of becoming a Buddha, but the yuan God is strangely transformed into two different flowers. Do you understand?"

Yeah? She raised her eyebrows and looked at the king of Tibet. After a careful meditation, Hong Ling finally knew the general situation. Her face was full of horror.

"Can we say that the two are great masters of one body and two bodies, and you are the one of the white flower god on the other side, representing holiness and heaven?"

"Yes, Mandala represents holiness and salvation. It's my wish to save others. Mandala with evil and depravity is my ambition to sacrifice myself."

"Hell is not empty. I will never become a Buddha! Is it worth it? "

Although the legend of dizang king had been heard in the previous life, it was not until he really heard this saying from the mouth of this great venerable that Hong Ling was surprised at how much courage and cost it would take to make such a great ambition. This is also the terrible place of this great master!

"Now that I am not worthy of doing things with the Buddha, I am not willing to do things that are not worth doing with the Buddha."

With a low eyebrow and a smile, the king of Tibet raised his head and gently turned his hand. There was a holy white halo in the palm of his hand, which instantly purified all the evil spirits around his body, making their breath extremely pure.

"You asked me to come. I don't know why? "

Hong Ling looked at those quiet and clean souls, and her face was one of Lin. through the purification of this white Tibetan king, the breath of these resentment spirits did not weaken, but its evil nature was reversed.

Even if he was an unparalleled emperor, he could not do such a terrible miracle. I'm afraid that only the king of Tibet has such power in the whole world. No matter how powerful other people are, they can't create such terrible miracles.

"Emperor Hongling, I have only one request for you to come!"

The king of dizang stopped, turned to look at the side of Hongling, followed by indifferent mouth, sound like a great bell, Da Lu echoed in the mind of Wushuang emperor, instantly set off a huge wave.

"Please, sir, kill me!"

Yeah? Suddenly, a congealed eyebrow, Hong Ling looked at the king of Tibet, who was still quietly reciting sutras, with a dignified look. Unexpectedly, he had such a request.

"Why?"

Instead of directly refusing, Hong Ling tried to calm her breath and turned to the king of dizang, hoping that he could give him a satisfactory explanation, otherwise he would not consider accepting this person's request.

"In order to enter the era star road! I want to find the God body of the Lord Hades of the last generation and give it to Fengdu to ensure that it will not be destroyed in the future catastrophe

"Is the spirit of the last Pluto now in the era star road?"

"Yes, it's not only her great deity, but also the master of yaochi, the peacock Daming king and some of the most powerful. The deities left by them after their self extinction are trapped in the star road of the era. Someone must go and get it back!"

Without concealing his own ideas, the Tibetan king in white directly opened his mouth and said his will. Instead, he looked at Hong Ling with a hopeful face, hoping that he could give himself an answer.

"Well, if you want to die, it won't be your turn!"

A burst of angry voice suddenly rang out in the quiet chamber. Immediately, a strong mist emerged, which gradually eroded the barrier and independent space of the Tibetan king in white clothes, making Hong Ling surprised.

When he came back to God again, the image that had disappeared began to appear again, or they were brought to the coffin under the God city by the Black God light.

There are cracks in the dark coffin. The powerful and mysterious seal on the coffin is rapidly collapsing. It seems that some powerful ghost is going to break out of the coffin, which makes Hong Ling's face coagulate.

With a bang, the huge coffin was blown to pieces, and there was a majestic dark god in the coffin, which was rapidly transformed into a terrible Buddhist monk's wish power. Even though its color was still as black as ink, Hongling felt a very cold ghost gas generating rapidly.

"Black clothes, you and I have been arguing for so many years. It's hard to wait until such a great master enters the underground palace. Now do you still want to stop me?"

At this time, the king of Tibet in white walked out slowly, and his white wish power was constantly flowing towards the black fog in the sky, interwoven with it in the void, breaking out an unprecedented terror power.

Boom! The whole underground palace suddenly and continuously trembled, but the two forces rapidly interweaved, and the power that shocked the great masters broke out, making the surrounding void have mysterious incantations rapidly solidified.

These ancient characters, which have not known how long they have been in existence for a long time, burst out with great momentum at the moment, and suppressed the afterwaves produced by the mutual impact of the two breath, making the king of Tibet in white look a congealed one.

"Can you get rid of the shackles of these charms and regain control of your Divine Body? Black, you know better than I, if you don't take back the God body of the last generation of Hades, I will not give up! "

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