Here Lies The Wicked

“Is this the level, peak state, like the Phantom King...”

Looking at the ruptured Golden Bell Cover in its strongest defense state, the frontal color is stiff.

The original Phantom King, the failure of recovery, was not at its peak, and strength was already so terrifying.

Now he's making a big move.

When confronted with the true peak state of that hierarchy, the next move can only be blocked.

If the other party really takes it seriously, can he still stop the second move, still an unknown number...

And we are beginning to call this hierarchy, for the time being, a pseudo-daywalker.

This means that the day tour leads to the strongest night tour below, and the day tour leaves only one foot short of the door.

Fang Zheng dared to defend the tomb man's lair, precisely because a few months ago, Zhang Butcher entered and exited the seventy-two ghost gates.

So this created an illusion for him.

The butcher Zhang is a pussy night tour, he can get in and out a few times, so he can easily give him a kind of tomb keeper just such a delusion.

But he was wrong.

Not a gravedigger, that's all!

It is!

The Butcher Zhang is too strong!

Even the Mountain King couldn't keep Zhang as a butcher! There's no way to get Cheung Butcher in and out of here several times!

Fang began to have a clearer understanding of the strength of Zhang Butcher.

“Is it also a fake day trip...”

Next, the breath in the square body changed, and the golden clock cover was very bare and sacrificed.

At this point, he, the right arm of the knife grip, was also restored to full size.

Ten hundred and nine headless ghosts temporarily drilled into his arm, were pulled back into the ghost knife by a single solar.

I can't fight anyway.

If they really wanted to kill him, they'd already done it.

“Uh-huh? ”

“The smell of your knife is a bit odd, saying that it is a underwater device and it doesn't look like a underwater device. I can't see the true origin of your knife...”

The king of Zhenshan seemed to be able to ignore the darkness and see the various visions on Fang's body. The old voice was in a cave like Senroh's Hell, with a slight shock of thought.

“Just like your strength, I can't see any falsity in you. Your practice seems different from that of our practitioners. You don't have a little spiritual power, spiritual energy fluctuations...”

“What a strange man, a strange combination with a strange knife...”

Fang did not answer the question of Zhenshan King. Whether or not the ghost knife is an underwater device, he is self-aware.

Fang Zheng calmly stood still, he did not answer the question: “You are the strongest king of 72 ghost gates, Zhenshan King? ”

Silence.

“If you don't include what's in the tomb of Mountain God, that's right.” The Mountain King did not hide, and there was undoubtedly unmistakable confidence in the old voice cavity.

That's the bottom gas from a fake day trip.

Strong men like Zhen Shan Wang, in the moment, only a few daylight tours in the Phoenix Maorin Corner revive the first round of spiritual energy, which is really the strongest under the daylight tour.

“Mountain Mausoleum? Is there really a mountain god after death here?” In the dark pile of caves, the colour of surprise is revealed.

The old voice of the king of Zhenshan sounded: “You can say that. ”

Seems not to want to talk too much about the mountain gods. After the Mountain King said it, he immediately turned his head: “Young man, have you made up your mind? Which coffin was selected here. ”

The voice fell, a light sphere made of negative forces, rising halfway up.

Directly illuminated the cave in front of him.

Including those three intact coffins.

Originally four intact red painted wooden coffins. After being split, there are only three red painted wooden coffins left.

The three lipstick painted wooden coffins in front of me were all sealed together. The Mountain King's mouthpiece was not opened.

The Mountain King has been lying in a coffin and has not appeared.

I didn't see the true face of the Zhenshan King. The eyes of the two righteous eyes were actually slightly disappointed.

“Before I do, can I ask you a question? ”

“Say it.”

The old voice that used to sound in the cave was indeed from the red painted wooden coffin where the Mountain King was.

It is also one of the two darkest coffins in the cave.

Fang Zheng: “Zhenshan King really has such a kind heart to help me? ”

Silence.

One second, two seconds have passed… the party has been waiting quietly and has not proactively spoken.

Finally, after more than a dozen seconds of silence, the old voice of the Mountain King came out of the lipstick painted wooden coffin again.

“Know who I've only seen at your age, growing up to the peak of the late night trip? ”

The king of Zhenshan was false because he could not see through the power of the square.

Misunderstood as a late peak on a night trip.

Because the strength shown by the side is indeed very deceptive.

In fact, Fang is really counting, today's strength is just to cross into the night tour to make it shortly in the medium term, but he has been able to kill the night tour beyond the level to make it late.

Even full force erupted, causing the late peak delusion of night trips to the Mountain King.

Each person must have one or more cards in order to live in this world.

Fang continues to wait for the king of Zhenshan to go down.

Indeed, Zhenshan soon answered himself: “On the day trip! ”

“On a day trip?” This time, the face is finally serious.

“Are you referring to the realm above day travel? What are the boundaries of day travel? ”

We have been hiding about this for a long time.

Zhenshan King slowly replied: “Divine hiding, night trips, day trips, collectively known as Yin Gods, Yin Gods are both the common denominator of the three, and can be taken out as an independent realm alone. ”

“The Yin God is the main force against the Mountain God. ”

“People always call me the Mountain King, not out of awe of my realm, but out of one of the ancient antiques that I breathed down from that era of Mountain Gods. Born in peace, the past history has long been forgotten, and the significance of our ancient antiques is that they should never forget history. ”

“Only our ancient antiques can clearly see the horrors of the mountain gods! ”

“So every shadow and potential seed is our hope! ”

“Young man, have you ever seen hope? Hope is a bud, even small, with endless power! ”

After listening to the Mountain King, Fang was pleasantly surprised.

From the mountain gods?

Isn't it true that the Mountain King is at least a thousand years old?

This is really a testament to a thousand years of idiotic words...

But unfortunately, Fang is about to ask no matter how much more, no matter how much to ask about the secret about the mountain god, the mountain king no longer talks about the mountain god.

“The world has been silent for too long. Perhaps there will never be a second round of spiritual recovery in the future... the concentration of spiritual energy is insufficient, the rules of the world are incomplete, and the sleeping mountain gods will never recover...”

The Mountain King, who had not appeared, seemed to have something left to say, but did not want to mention it again, and then let Fang start picking the coffin directly.