V6.Chapter 126

"Feng Shui cemetery?" The divine teller was slightly stunned. He didn't think that he Yiming would put forward this inexplicable request.

He was best at divination in his life. Hearing this, he Yiming knew that he Yiming wanted to bury the skeleton of a dead man on the top of the Tianchi Lake. Of course, this person must have a very close relationship with Tianchi, and his identity is definitely not low. Otherwise, he Yiming would not have made such a request.

However, despite the rapid rotation of his head, he never thought that any big man had died recently.

"It's just a Fengshui cemetery, naturally there's no problem." Although the divine suanzi couldn't guess, he still said with a smile, "there is a geomantic treasure land on the back mountain of the main peak of our Tianchi Lake, which is the place to bury the venerable people of all dynasties. I'll take you there now."

He Yiming stood up, bowed deeply to him, and said, "thank you, Lord God."

The alchemist shook his head and said, "elder he, you are now equivalent to me, so you don't need to be so polite."

He Yiming laughed. He knew that although he was a successful actinic magic soldier, it would be a big joke if he really thought he would be able to compete with the old man in front of him immediately.

The prestige of divine suanzi in the whole northwest is also second only to the Tianchi patriarch. He has been in power in Tianchi for hundreds of years, which can not be replaced by such a rising star in a short time.

However, for he Yiming, he really has no ambition to replace each other. It is enough to give him a stable cultivation environment and a huge backer.

The two left the top of the mountain together. At the moment of leaving, he Yiming looked back.

The two stone chairs, which looked the most ordinary, seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mystery at this moment, which made him forever engraved in his heart.

This represents the supreme power of the whole northwest.

Maybe one day, he is really qualified to sit here, but not now

At the back of the main peak, there is a huge cemetery.

The architecture of the cemetery is magnificent and magnificent, but it is definitely not resplendent.

Before entering the cemetery, he Yiming felt a solemn atmosphere filled with it. Anyone who enters here will have this feeling. It's just that there are strong and weak according to different moods.

He Yiming stopped at the gate of the cemetery, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Lord shensuazi, the identity I want to bury is quite special. Please allow me to invite its descendants to watch."

Naturally, the divine alchemist has no dissent from this, but he sighs in his heart. It seems that he is indeed old, and he can't even calculate this little thing.

He Yiming turned and walked towards his other courtyard. The divine suanzi watched his back disappear. He wondered whether the descendant he Yiming said was actually in another courtyard.

With a slight pause in his footsteps, he immediately thought of this trip of he Yiming to the world of life and death. It seemed that he had escaped from the land of reincarnation.

Suddenly, he remembered what had happened hundreds of years ago. The next moment, a glimmer of insight flashed in his eyes. But after this glimmer of enlightenment, there is also some pity, some regret and some admiration.

He asked himself that if he could get along easily, he was afraid that he would never be as free and easy as he Yiming.

Perhaps, only the patriarch can have such a broad mind like the sea.

The divine suanzi nodded his head slowly. He turned and entered the cemetery, ordered all the stationed disciples to prepare sacrifices, and then expelled them all.

This is the cemetery, and the memorial items are ready immediately. Although the disciples guarding the cemetery and the three congenital strong men were puzzled by the order of the divine operator. But in the face of the great five Qi venerable who had no difference in prestige for a while, everyone dared not disobey in the slightest, and left respectfully.

After a while, he Yiming was already holding Baozhu. Behind him, he followed white horse thunder and lightning to the cemetery.

When he Yiming came up, he had seen the people who had left. When he came to the cemetery, his ears moved slightly, and he was more sure that there was no one else in the cemetery at the moment except the divine suanzi.

His heart moved, did God operator have guessed who he wanted to bury?

If he can even guess this, it's really terrible.

After entering the garden, the divine alchemist took them to a corner of the edge.

Seeing this huge land, he Yiming's face changed, and his heart couldn't help being suspicious.

The area of this land is really large. Even if six or seven people are buried, it is more than enough, but for Dabao pig, whose body length is more than ten feet, it is much worse.

Seeing he Yiming's hesitation, the divine suanzi asked in a deep voice, "elder he, do you have any requirements?"

He Yiming smiled bitterly and said, "to be honest, when I went to the world of life and death this time, I once entered the land of reincarnation, where I not only found some treasures, but also found them."

Reaching out and taking the necklace off his neck, he instilled the huge Qi into it at the same time. A moment later, the space suddenly opened, and the corpse of Dabao pig appeared on the open space.

He Yiming took out the space items and was not surprised by the operator, because AI Wenbin had long been in his heart. Although he knew that he should get rid of this state as soon as possible, his mind and hands and feet just couldn't match, and he always seemed to feel one step away.

The white light flashed, and the white horse thunder and lightning had come to his side.

He Yiming's expression suddenly relaxed, and he sighed in his heart. Then he realized that the reason why he was not affected by Baozhu's roar last time was not that his martial arts cultivation was far superior to others, but that he rode on a white horse.

As a white horse with divine beast blood, it is born with the power to resist this roar.

Baozhu's roar didn't stop. It seemed that it wanted to release its hundreds of years of thoughts at this moment.

He Yiming recognized the sadness and strange determination contained in this roar, and his heart was also faintly sour.

However, at this moment, Dabao pig's forehead suddenly cracked, and a magical white light surged out, instantly wrapping the crying Baozhu.

This rich white light permeated its body and involved it in a circular luminous body.