My Private Marvel System

Hearing this, Dorr didn't show an air of sorrow, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind calmed down. Some things were not answered, it was better than knowing the answer. Tomato Novel Network ☆w-w`w`． -f`qxsw. com

At this moment, Dole's palms were already full of sweat. One can imagine how nervous he was just now.

In fact, when Doer learned that Xiao Yan's identity was the true Buddha of Dayan, he had already guessed about Xiao Yan's own memory.

If Xiao Yan's memory had all recovered, then in the valley of life and death a year ago, Xiao Yan would never be afraid of seeing the white-clothed man and the goddess of pure spirits. People at that state are only self-holding and fearless.

Back then, Tianbao True Buddha wanted to exchange Dunhuang relics with Xiaoyan. Although Xiaoyan’s cultivation was lower than Tianbao True Buddha, there was a huge gap, but he did not give in. I don’t know how many times he fought Tianbao True Buddha to death, and Tianbao True Buddha did not. Want to hurt Xiaoyan, so often just suppress him.

In the end, if Xiao Yan had not fought and became friends with the Tianbao True Buddha, and cherished each other, he would have died and would not give Dunhuang relics to the Tianbao True Buddha.

Xiao Yan is naturally not clear about these things now. He only remembers sporadic memories, and all of them are the endless thoughts of Tianbao True Buddha chattering in his ears.

This is the meaning of the emperor is irreversible.

At this moment, Xiao Yan, who had not really experienced the metamorphosis, rolled his eyes grunting, and didn't intend to touch the edge of the ball to touch Doer's bottom, and asked him with his heart: "Dole, have you remembered What kind of magical magical powers can be obtained?"

Dole responded: "Yes."

"What is it? Hurry up and talk about it." Xiao Yan was very excited, wondering what kind of god-defying magical technique Dole had acquired.

"Intimidation, transformation, psychedelic..." Dole said ten kinds of small skills in one breath, and they had nothing to do with spells and magical powers. ☆△◇☆Fanqi Novel Network www`w`w. fqxsw. com

"Huh? You are the innate ability of ghosts, not spells and supernatural powers at all. They are small and pitiful and can only scare mortals." Xiao Yan was dumbfounded, this was too far from what he imagined.

"And due to the limitations of the system, I can't use it yet." Dole said casually.

"Is it possible that Dole died before? This is mostly the case. Only ghosts can possess these abilities. It seems that Dole should have been a ghost repairer before. If this is the case, the ghost repairer who can live from the age of chaos to the present and disappear strangely afterwards It seems that there are four Venerables such as Venerable Feng Ye, Judge of Life and Death, King Zhong Kui, and Pangu Left Eye, or many of them, but this possibility is extremely low."

In an instant. Xiao Yan thought of so much, and immediately he asked: "That's it? Nothing?"

"Have."

"Quickly talk about it." Xiao Yan was excited again.

"Master the language and writing of the Chaos Age."

"anything else?"

"Gone."

"..." Xiao Yan was speechless.

The road leading to the mausoleum is not long, only tens of miles, but the width is narrow, about seven feet. It is like a curved suspension bridge across the abyss. As long as you glance at it, you can see the deep void on both sides, like a starry beast with a big mouth, and it is terrifying.

The road of God is winding and winding, like a dragon and a snake, sometimes like a dragon ascending into the sky, trying to climb for nine days, and sometimes like a god's hand to explore the mortal world, unpredictable. Thousands of times. The thin bamboo can only show the divine path around one foot long, minus half, which is five feet. The field of vision that can be seen in front is only two steps away, so it can only walk with the power of ordinary people's feet, and it needs Go slower. ▽◇Tomato☆novel☆net www-w`w`. `f-q-xsw. com

Doer and others have walked for more than half an hour before they have walked through this not-long path.

As soon as he stepped out of the path of God, the world suddenly opened up, no longer dark, the light was transparent and bright. Everything is clearly visible. The sky is blue, spotless, crystal clear, like a blue crystal with intoxicating luster. Beautiful, with a illusory and unreal feeling. In the endless distance, a golden sun gleaming with divine light hung on the top of the sky, radiating blazing strong light, tens of thousands of times stronger than the poisonous sun in the afternoon. What is peculiar is that the temperature here is just like mid-spring, pleasant and refreshing, and there is a breeze from time to time, which makes the body comfortable and refreshing. On the horizon, clouds and stars are scattered, in a variety of ways, covered by golden sunlight, covered with a golden edge, looking away from a distance, like a monster with scattered Jinhua on its body, or roaring up to the sky, or galloping in rage, or snake dancing dragon Winding around, it is really strange, and the gods are spectacular.

Thousands of feet away in front of Dole and his party is a deep black city wall that cannot be covered with a tail. It is made of black bricks about seven inches long, more than two inches thick, and shiny black bricks. The height of the city wall is sufficient. Nearly ten thousand feet tall, towering to the sky, majestic, like a black giant black dragon lying on the ground, arrogant, majestic, majestic, and trembling.

Directly in front are two majestic Xiongzhique towers, with a total of nine floors. The top of the fifth floor is flush with the city wall. The upper fourth floor is dominated by deep black, without bright colors such as bright red and bright yellow. It is solemn and solemn. There is a winding staircase in the Que Pagoda, and people climb to the top of the building, stand on the sidelines, and patrol the square. The height of the Que Pagoda is about one-third higher than the city wall. The height of the city wall symbolizes the height of the sky. The two Que Pagodas are then higher than the sky. They are like two heavenly swords with brilliance that pierce the sky. , Break open for nine days, ascend supreme.

In the middle of the Que Pagoda, which stands up to the sky, is a majestic and dark gate, a little lower than the city wall, and the gate is slightly open. From the crack of the door that is about enough for four people to run in parallel, there is a **** of Wanbao, brilliant and colorful, Rui Cai Wandao, the rainbow shines for several miles.

Above the magnificent gate, the sculptures of black kites frightening, frightening foxes and rabbits, exposing the intestines, scorching ghosts, breaking abdomen, fighting all souls, are horrible, tragic and desolate, shocking and terrifying. The horror of "the sun outside the door, the **** inside the door, you will live if you don't enter, and you die if you enter" is a forbidden door, a door to evil. Fan△Ji novel website www`w`w`. -f`q`x-s`w-. `com

What is particularly strange is that, apart from the horror engraved on the gate, it does not emit a half-evil atmosphere. It is like an ordinary portal. It does not appear to be built from such precious stones. Stone is generally no different.

It is said that there must be a demon if something goes wrong. This gate is not only inaccessible, but even if it is close, I am afraid that it will be a disaster. The dust returns to the dust to the earth, my underworld, not to be disturbed, in the door is the world of the dead, the land of the dead, the resting place of the powerful. Those who break in, those who blaspheme, and those who violate, will be killed without pardon.

Not long ago. Xiaoyan once told Duoer and others that this gate is called the "Gate of Burying the Sky", and it intends to bury the sky. The Taijitian clan is a clan against the sky and does not enter immortals. Don’t fall into demons, become gods, don’t join any factions, so I, Tai Chi Dao is always there, immortal, Tai Chi Dao, good fortune reaches the sky. The long-cherished wish of the Taishang God Emperor Taishang was to bury "Heaven" in the mausoleum. The reason has been so far. It's all a mystery.

Click.

At this moment, a faint sound rang in the silent space, but the four of Doer, Xianluo, Little Monk, and Xiaoyan seemed to be immersed in the shock brought to them by the "Gate of Burying Heaven". In, unconscious.

The green wood divine bead shattered and turned into a little light, dissipating the void. This low-grade ancient Taoist artifact was naturally conceived by the Qingmu Yang Qi after nearly a million years. Now the Qingmu Yang Qi is completely absorbed by Wanmu Tiandi Qi, and it will naturally be destroyed.

Having lost the protection of the Aoki Divine Orb, Feng Huafeng will undoubtedly die in the face of Dole. He stood in the void, his face pale, his eyes dull and dull. All thoughts were gray, his back was squatting, and the young man's face looked like a dying old man, unspeakable treacherous and sad.

Feng Huafeng, who had given up struggling and waited quietly for Dole's ruling, had dementia in his eyes and withered face. Feeling like a gossamer.

A moment.

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Three moments.

Feng Huafeng still didn't hear Dole's voice. He moved stiffly and slowly raised his head like a soft bone, and glanced at Dole. Suddenly he felt that Dole's gaze had been locked on the carving of the "Gate of Burial", his attention was focused. Ning, concentrate, as if everything outside the world has nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, Feng Huafeng's eyes burst into sharp light, his breath was totally different from that of the past, full of anger, and his heart came to life immediately, as if he had seen the hope of life.

Feng Huafeng, who thinks that Dole is now in a strange state and has no time to take care of him, did not hesitate and immediately urged the "Hualong Art". Under the circumstances of life and death, his potential has exploded to the extreme, and the mysterious method will be touched. Burning his own blood, turning into a half-human and half-dragon existence, his body shape is like a glimpse of light, chasing the wind day by day, and rushing towards the gate of burial heaven.

Feng Huafeng knew that it was impossible to kill Dole, and that only escape was the best policy.

In less than a moment, Feng Huafeng had almost reached the gate of Burial Heaven. At this moment, he suddenly felt the majestic, rich and pure wood gas flowing from the crack of the door like a gorge and river. Out of the catharsis, this endless wood energy is of extremely high quality. Compared with the Qingmu Yang Qi, it is nothing to mention.

Feng Huafeng was ecstatic, with red face and red ears, and his blood was swollen, unable to control himself. He is the Azure Dragon divine body, and can be cultivated by devouring wood energy. As long as he has swallowed enough, his cultivation will not only advance by leaps and bounds, but also increase the bloodline concentration, and gradually turn people into dragons, promote to Azure Dragon, and go further. It was the Azure Dragon King, followed by the Azure Dragon Lord God, and finally Taishi Longsheng.

Feng Huafeng felt that by virtue of the existence of wood energy in the Burial Gate, he could at least evolve into the Azure Dragon King, become a powerhouse at the pinnacle of the world, and it would be easy to kill Dole by then.

"Doll, you wait for me, wait for my cultivation base to advance, in the future I will let you survive and die, and watch the woman next to you become my slave." Feng Huafeng's psychology has been distorted and the disease is deformed. He has a hideous face and bad eyes, full of viciousness and resentment like a deep sea.

However, at this moment, a lifelike crow sculpture above the Sky Burial Gate seemed to come alive, and the dark and terrifying eyes suddenly turned up and down, bursting out a dark and forested light.

Quack!

The crow opened his mouth, a sad, ugly, old, jerky sound like the last mournful wailing of a dying person, and a creaking, piercing and embarrassing sound that was squeezed out of the throat by a hand. It looks like the grotesque smile of the **** of death, who controls life and death, when he harvests his life, his hair is terrifying.

There was a horrible, evil, sinister, vicious, and evil force in the crow's cry. I saw Feng Huafeng's galloping figure suddenly stopped, fell from mid-air and hit the ground, crimson blood crazily from the seven holes The ground splattered out, splattering everywhere, and the meridians all over his body exploded. In an instant, the whole person was **** and battered.

Between heaven and earth, Feng Huafeng's heart-piercing, brutal and hysterical roar was full.

At this moment, Feng Huafeng, who was rolling around in pain, suddenly saw Doer, who was a thousand meters away, looking at him indifferently.

Suddenly, Feng Huafeng understood.

Dole deliberately arranged for him to see the hope of life, the rise of the future, the opportunity for revenge, but then he stepped into the state of death, all thoughts become empty, all nothingness, in the end, it is a ridiculous fantasy, the flower in the mirror, the water Moon, falling from the clouds into the abyss, this kind of spiritual destruction, suffering, pain, despair, and unwillingness, is more than terrifying than the above torture.

"What a vicious heart."

Feng Huafeng roared hoarsely, like countless ghosts roaring and roaring, resenting the sky.

Quack!

The crow screamed again, Feng Huafeng's body muffled, and God's Domain exploded, and the violent divine power surging out like a raging beast, tearing his body to pieces, his soul was directly destroyed, and his meteorite disappeared.

Then Feng Huafeng's God Realm exploded, the bones were gone, and the ashes disappeared. Above the gate, the scrawny crow carvings were also calm. The gloomy and gloomy eyes were dim at the moment, but the eyeballs that were as lifelike as living creatures were in different positions. With a slight change, he looked directly at Dole and others thousands of feet away, as if they were ringing the death knell continuously to warn him.

According to Xiaoyan, this sculpture of a crow that is so thin that there are only bones is called "The Crow of the Guarding World". Anyone who is close to the Gate of Burial Heaven will be screamed three times to warn people of the Yang World. , Do not disturb the peace of the dead in the mausoleum. However, these three screams were also life-death sounds, the first one, destroying the flesh, the second one, destroying the gods, and the third one, destroying the soul. Before reaching the Nirvana, the monks will almost certainly die. Therefore, this warning sound is only relative to the monks above Nirvana.

For example, people like Feng Huafeng who have not yet formed a soul, not surprisingly, at the second sound, they will die.

If the warning crow is useless, and those who come will still have to break into the mausoleum, then all the carvings on the gate will be awakened, and then they will face thousands of troops and horses. UU reading www.uukanshu.com will trample on the beasts. The undead of the six monks at the peak of Nirvana are the strong ones standing at the top of Nirvana. If they do not retreat and choose to fight hard, they will probably not escape the tragic end of their fall.

Feng Huafeng's death, to Dole, seemed to be a passing moment, fleeting, without caring, like Xianluo, Xiaoyan, and Jingchen Little Monk.

The group of four did not go to the gate of burial of the sky, but focused on the carvings on it. These carvings were carved by the ancients themselves. They contain the mysterious and mysterious nature of the unpredictable nature. They have mastered the traces of them, and also have great self-cultivation. Helpful. However, no matter how stunning the four are, it is impossible for them to think of something for a while, so Dole and the others just keep the carving in their hearts as much as possible, and then learn more about it later.

The so-called misunderstanding is a thousand miles away, and the gap between memory and the real thing is naturally quite large, and it is not the same. In the end, Dol and others have learned only fur. They have no real meaning and limited achievements, but this is enough.

The engraving is vivid and lifelike, the living gods come alive, and extremely lifelike. The engraving is actually faintly audible, mysterious and unparalleled, and the carving techniques are unpredictable. Sometimes pure cotton-wrapped iron, like a river flowing out of the river, hidden in the dark Jin; sometimes indulgent, ups and downs, like a phoenix dance and dragon flying, elegant and magnificent in the extensive; sometimes the dragon stretches and bends, stunned, slightly angry, thirsty, and unrestrained. (To be continued.)