Immortal

Chapter XII The Origin of Mr. Corpse (Chapter 1000)

Zhongshan stepped on the fierce beast octopus Tianwei, the magnificent octagonal Yaowei showed its extremely sturdy side, the endless sword swayed out, and Zhongshan was undefeated by a few others.

The war spread more and more. It seems that Zhongshan and Xingchen are struggling, but from Zhongshan's mere display of the Eight-pole Tianwei and Fangtian Yuxi, it can be known that Zhongshan has not done his best.

On the one hand, it is against other people, and more importantly, Zhongshan has not killed him!

With all my heart, these ancient immortals can eat one by one, and they can continuously consume their quantity, but Zhongshan does not have Zhongshan's kindness, but these people are already in Zhongshan's calculation.

Sixteen uncles? Yan Luodian?

It will be your own industry in the future. There is no need to play that big hand!

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhongshan and his party are already strong enough. Sixteen in World War II, unbeaten record! Passed to the Quartet world is enough to look down on the heroes.

At this moment, almost everyone remembers the name Zhongshan.

The Zhongshan of the St. Corpse Mountain is just a small test of the dagger, but the Zhongshan of the Yan Luodian is showing great power. Sixteen ancient immortals?

After more than half an hour of the war, all the people were more or less wounded, but the pride of Yan Luodian made them never give up.

King Yan Luo looked at the air with mixed feelings in his heart. What should he do? The sixteen hearts are bound to be angry with me.

"Jizang King Bodhisattva, look, why don't you take the shot and destroy that evil spirit in Zhongshan?" Wang Yan Luo whispered.

Jizo smiled slightly.

Between the probes, a blood-red brilliance fell from the sky.

It is a heavenly way, the red heavenly way.

As soon as the heavens came out, it suddenly enveloped a large group of people fighting in the distance.

For a time, regardless of Zhong Shan or all the concubines, they suddenly felt stagnant, and looked at Yan Luodian at the same time.

"King of tibetan!" Shiliu Xin said slightly.

Obviously everyone also knows that it is absolutely impossible for Zhongshan to be able to do anything, and the King of the Tibetan Plateau will have to do it.

Zhong Shan also looked at the handsome handsome man.

The moustache like Mr. Corpse looks extremely striking.

"The prefecture is not a place where you mess up. The prefecture has the rules of the prefecture. Put down your thoughts, I will let you go!" Said the King of Dizang indifferently.

"The King of Bodhisattva? Can't let Zhongshan!" King Yan Luo immediately anxiously said.

According to King Yan Luo's intention, Zhong Shan must seize 10,000 pieces of broken corpses. But why did the Tibetan King let him go?

Look at King Yan Luo with a cold light on the side of the burning lamp. Can't put Zhongshan? Rabbits can bite when they are in a hurry, not to mention Zhongshan? In the past, the son-in-law world could even hurt Zuxian in his hands. The treatment of the Tibetan King has given you enough face.

"Let ’s put down your mind? You are joking!" Zhong Shan said coldly.

".........!"

Almost everyone around was a little stunned, the king of the tibetan, but it reached the existence of the ancestors long ago. What is the tone of Zhongshan?

Regardless of the practitioners who watched, it was the Shiliu Xinshi, and at this moment he looked at Zhongshan like the dead.

"Buried--hey!"

The corpse under the protection of Baji Tianwei suddenly opened his mouth and called ‘ground burial— 地’ when he came up.

Everyone looked strangely at Mr. Zom. What was this man doing? Called the king of tibetan?

The King of Jizo frowned slightly at Mr. Shi.

"Buried--wow!" Cried Mr. Corpse again.

Jizo's face suddenly changed slightly, and suddenly looked at Mr. Corpse.

"Who are you? How do you know who I am?" Jizo's face changed slightly.

Everyone around was stunned. What happened to the King of the Tibetan Plateau? Everyone knows that you are the King of the Tibetan Plateau? That person called your name, we can call it too.

"Are you buried—hey?" Mr. Shi asked again.

The king of Yan Luo and the sixteen uncles looked strangely to Mr. Zushi. It is unknown, is he the king of the Tibetan Plateau?

Only the Tibetan King heard what Mr. Zombie meant.

"Who are you?" The Jizo's expression suddenly became cold.

"The funeral--the corpse!" Mr. Zhe said.

After speaking, Mr. Corpse suddenly read a mantra that no one could understand. The spell was very obscure, like a secret sign.

The original calmness of the Jizo King suddenly showed a rare joy. Then, his expression fell away.

Between the hands of the Jizo King, the sky suddenly disappeared.

"Sixteen centuries mentor, how about leaving this matter to me?" The king of tibetan asked to the sixteen centuries.

"The king of the Jizo said, I can't wait any longer. I'll wait to say goodbye!" Shiliu nodded.

After speaking, Shiliu's heart fluttered to the square. Obviously, he returned to Shiliu.

At this time, the most excited was King Yan Luo, who secretly exhaled. Shiliu's heart is gone, they will not hold me anymore?

With joy and excitement, King Yan Luo cast a grateful look at the King of Jizo at once.

"Today's farce is over, everyone, it's rude!" Said the Tibetan King to others.

"Kizo is polite!" Said the demon king and others immediately.

"The Tibetan King, the Buddha was invited. I do n’t know when the Tibetan King is free to go to the Daleiyin Temple? The Buddha may be promoted to the position of Buddha!" ​​Maitreya said with a smile.

"Thank you for coming to me. I have made great wishes in the future. Hell is not empty and I will not swear to be a Buddha. I want to save all the evil spirits in the evil spirit pool!" Jizo shook his head.

"No, the King of the Tibetan Plateau, this time we did not bring the invitation of Rulai Buddha!" ​​Maitreya said.

"Oh? Who is that? It's hard to get a genius from Daleiyin Temple again?" The Jizo king was slightly surprised.

"It's not a late mover, but the founder of the Daleiyin Temple, Amitabha!" Maitreya said incredibly religiously.

Amitabha?

When hearing these four words, the king of Jizo shrank.

After staring at Maitreya for a while, the king of the Jizo took a deep breath: "I see, I finally know!"

"I don't know what the Tibetan King understands?" Lantern wondered.

"Amitabha, no wonder, it ’s no wonder that the monks and Buddhas in the four continents all used the slogan of" Amitabha. "Amitabha, once read, produced a trace of desire. Although the wish was small, but there were many people who read it. The boundless wish, the vast boundless wish, to move the days with the wish, it is a good calculation to lead the way! "The Tibetan King sighed.

The King of the Tibetan Empire understood it, and he was really well thought out. The saints were ridiculed, and the number of days was assured, leading to the slogan of rebirth that was buried among the monks in the world, using Daleiyin Temple as the respect of the Buddha and Tao, leading the world to read Amitabha. At this point the resurrection leads.

Such a vague rebirth is truly invisible.

"A world of events will reappear!" Jizo shook his head and sighed.

From the rebirth, the Tibetan King has seen a lot. At least, among the saints who were cast down at that time, there are more people who are more thoughtful than those who lead the old plot. Hongjun, Taishang, and Yuanshi are all omissions.

In the past, the Tibetan King also wondered why in addition to the son-in-law's mortal counterattack, the other saints walked so silently. It turns out, it turns out! Qun Sheng is waiting for the return day!

"I don't know when the Tibetan King went to Daleiyin Temple?" Maitreya asked.

Looking at the Maitreya Buddha, the King of Jizo shook his head and said, "Daleiyin Temple, I will not go, so I will lead back and forth. The number of days will be punished. You, please do it for yourself!"

Maitreya and Lantern frowned, but didn't persuade.

After communicating with the crowd, the King of the Tibetan Plateau once again looked at Zhongshan and his party, especially Mr. Shi.

"Please, everyone!"

"Huh!" Mr. Corpse nodded.

The eight-pole sky tail became smaller and fell on the shoulder of Zhongshan, and everyone entered the hall with the king of the Tibetan Plateau!

King Yan Luo watched Nianyou snuggle beside Zhongshan, his face was not good-looking, but the King of the Tibetan Plateau was very kind to everyone, what about himself?

Nian Ben and Nian Can kept watching coldly, and Nian Ben wanted to say something, but was caught by Nian Can and said nothing.

"boom!"

The main hall door slammed shut.

The king of tibetan looked at mr. Corpse, and then looked at zhongshan and others.

"This is the prince of Dalai. I am now Dalai's official. These are all Dalai officials!" Said Mr. Shi.

The King of Tibetans looked at the crowd and nodded.

"You said just now, are you?" The Tibetan King wanted to confirm once more.

"Funner, dead body!" Mr. Dead said again.

The Jizo King suddenly stretched out his right index finger, a cluster of blue flames on the index finger, extremely cold!

Mr. Dead also extended his right index finger, a cluster of white flames above his finger.

The **** leaned against each other, and when the flames touched each other, a sound of slamming sounded, and then the blue flame of the Jizo king's finger was completely swallowed up by Mr. Zushi's white flame.

Retract each finger. The Jizo's eyes constantly changed to look at Mr. Shi, as if he was struggling with something in his head.

"You do n’t have to worry about it, the funeral family, now I'm the only one left, ***, mysterious funeral, and yellow funeral, I have long lost track of it, maybe all of them are ridiculed, I don't expect you to recognize my funeral family, just want to ask you Just busy! "Mr. Corpse shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Look at Mr. Corpse, the King of Jizo's face keeps changing. After a while, I took a deep breath and finally made up my mind.

In front of Mr. Corpse, the king of Jizo suddenly gave a half-gift!

"Fun burial-oh, meet the funeral homeowner!" Said the Emperor of the Tibetan Emperor solemnly.

Zhong Shan and others did not speak aside, but they were surprised. The identity of Mr. Corpse? Funeral?

Mr. Zou took a deep look at the King of the Tibetan Plateau. Although the King of the Tibetan Plateau identified himself as the owner of the burial house, as can be seen from the Jisang King's decree just now, the King of the Tibetan Plateau still had resistance.

"After the burial family has fallen, the burial must have been passed down for many generations!" Asked Mr. Shi.

"The funeral is not behind, this is the ninth-generation burial." The Jizo nodded.

"Well, nine generations, you don't have to do this to me. This time, I want to borrow your blood pool of evil spirits! I will use this to wash the saint's mark!" Mr. Corpse said in a deep voice.

I heard that Mr. Zombie was enlightened without taking the master's shelf, and the Tibetan possession king Ansong breathed a sigh of relief. After all, no one likes suddenly multiple masters, especially he is already the ancestor, but this ‘master’ is only Tianxian Xiuwei!

"Yes, you can enter the blood pool of evil spirits at any time with me!"

"Ok!"

***: Happy Tanabata! begging***!