Chapter 1416

Zhou Ziheng a, cangran tears, also moved a few people's hearts.

"The God demon ancestor is dead..." Jinlian Buddha moved for a moment and said.

When Zhou Ziheng heard this, he laughed so bitterly. Zhou Ziheng's life was also miserable, for he could not avenge his enemies, and he died in agony in the underground palace!

"So good..." After that, Zhou Ziheng, who was made of chess pieces, closed his eyes and all the illusions disappeared. Several people returned to the gate of the underground palace.

"It's over?" Luo Fu Shen also thinks that things can't end so early.

"When it's over, Zhou Ziheng has completely put it down. Apart from a lot of accomplishments, the most important thing in the chess game of wusheng is the support of obsession or hatred. Now, as the demon ancestor died today, Zhou Ziheng's persistent resentment dissipated, and the lost life chess game had no effect... "

The chess game is divided into black and white.

Now it seems to be possible to explain why dead tree bones and long step grave keepers are constantly emerging in the swamp.

First of all, these two kinds of things exist, because the chess game is lost and made into sunspots. As long as the chess game is still there, those things will exist forever and continuously.

Sunspot production is mostly dead, unconscious.

And Baizi is made by living things. Maybe Zhou Ziheng is the only one in the underground palace. He divided himself into four Baizi, Shuanger, linger, TIANYAO Laozu and chess piece Zhou Ziheng

But the white man is empty, so the attack will be scattered, and it will be able to gather again later. The disadvantage of the chess game of lost life is that no matter life or death, it is eternal life.

In the end, Zhou Ziheng became the ancestor of TIANYAO. He was afraid that he was also ridiculing the ancestor of TIANYAO. In order to live forever, he was imprisoned forever.

"It's a wonderful game!"

Hao Weiren was also shocked by Zhou Ziheng's chess game. The chess game of wusheng is a product of taboo. It's both good and evil, depending on the user's heart.

Jinlian Buddha's body is on the stone tablet. What he guessed is right. The chess game is on the stone tablet.

The remnant of the ancient book moves and absorbs the remaining array on the stone tablet. Jinlian Buddha asked, "this is a wonderful chess array. Do you want to use it for yourself?"

The movement of the remnant ancient books is an answer.

Jinlian Buddha's body and mind, though dead, is still alive. The truth of the game is uncertain. People who live outside the game may have died long ago, such as TIANYAO Laozu, while the pieces in the game may still exist in another form, such as Shuanger

But seeing the stone gate of the underground palace, Luo Fu Shen was not happy: "I thought I had explored into the underground palace. You can get the treasure soon. Who would have thought of going around to the origin. "

Hao Weiren was looking at whether there was anything else mysterious about the stone gate. He saw that Jinlian's Buddhist body fist was hard, covered with unknown rules, and mixed with evil spirit. He hit the stone gate heavily.

The stone gate shakes and smashes with a bang.

My Buddha is merciful Hao Wei didn't know what to say.

"Go in." Jinlian Buddha steps into the underground palace.

The underground palace building is boring. It's still a long way to go when you come in. Because the tomb keepers have been made chess pieces, there's no weird guard here.

Several people drove straight to the core.

The burial of the demon clan is not an earth burial, but a hanging burial method. Once in the core position, there are countless hanging objects on the top of the head.

There are white bones, a wisp of clothes and scarves, weapons accompanied by the former hundred battles It's all over the place.

Here is full of decadent black, Jinlian Buddha frowned, that day demon ancestor even started on this underground palace!

The residual array on the ground is the masterpiece of the demon ancestor. It has been squeezed clean.

After a few more steps, the hanging objects above are all the same corpses with blood removed. These corpses have been hanging for a long time, and the blood dripping from the ground has not been coagulated for a long time.

"This is new?" Luo Fu Shen was surprised, but looking at the construction of the underground palace, no one seemed to have been here.

Jinlian Buddha carefully observed the blood around him, and then said: "these corpses are a kind of strange. They repeat one thing every day, soak the blood, then hang themselves up, and then go down a few days later, soak the blood again."

There are footprints and traces of blood dragging on the ground. Jinlian Buddha leaned over and measured the blood coagulation thickness on the ground by hand. It has reached ten inches.

"Not enough for fear..." Hao Weiren picked eyebrows. He didn't care about this kind of little devil.

And the center of the core position. Put a nanmu coffin, in this kind of hanging method, the coffin is very abrupt.

"Go and have a look." Luo Fu Shen flies on his feet and is ready to step over. Jinlian Buddha grabs Luo Fu Shen.

"Don't go. The little monsters here are nothing to worry about. What we need to pay attention to is the things below blood coagulation!"

Jinlian Buddha squints at the "ground". The blood coagulation is too thick to be seen without careful observation. The place under their feet is not the ground, but a pool of blood!

This is the tomb of clothes and crowns. There can be no blood bubble for the spirit. In addition, the blood on the ground is uneven. If you look carefully, it seems to fluctuate. There is a blood pool near the coffin in the center, so it is not put on it, but floating on it.Jinlian Buddha booed, and several people jumped to leave the blood pool.

With a poof, the coffin opened itself. The upside down Genie opened his eyes and jumped down one after another. There was a pool of blood on the ground.

In the coffin, a slender hand stretched out with a sharp nail. Pale and colorless, just move, the little spirits attack the body of Jinlian Buddha.

Hao Weiren waves his hand and pinches out eleven little monsters, but he is suddenly sprayed with blood.

Disgusting! Hao Wei was furious. A flash of thunder and lightning triggered the underground palace to shake. The flash of thunder and lightning split the whole blood pool, and the blood splashed everywhere. The spirit died in the blood pool, whining and wailing.

"These monsters don't have the heart to kill at all. Why kill them all?"

The owner of the hand slowly got up from the coffin, covered in blood, and showed up in front of several people.

"Your Excellency?" Jinlian Buddha squints, can't feel the realm of this person, I'm afraid it is above a few people.

Fight, Jinlian Buddha never counsels.

But how can there be living things in this underground palace?

"After nightmare, blood nightmare."

Xueyan smiles and looks at several people.

In ancient times, nightmares and their afterlife are all caused by taboos. At the beginning, they were not accepted by the way of heaven. As taboos were broken, nightmares were out of control.

It's a pity that nightmares can't hold up demons and have no entity. They can only survive in other people's dreams.

People of cultivation hate nightmares. They are neither demons nor demons. If they sneak in quietly, they can take people's lives.

Blood nightmares are more difficult to deal with in nightmares. It's not uncommon for them to appear in the underground palace now, which proves that there are treasures in the underground palace!

"Nightmares generally live in dreams, until the parasite dies, looking for a new host, but you live in this underground palace for a long time, and still have entities..."

The more Jinlian Buddha said, the colder his voice became. He squeezed his squeaky fist and directly used his heavenly weapon!