As a fallen master of the Republic of China, there is a Taoist priest named Ninth Uncle

Chapter 304 Golden Armor Corpse!!

“Even if it’s a needle in a haystack, I have to go and catch it.”

The partridge whistle spoke firmly.

Gu Zhou said lightly: “Dew Dust Pearl is not in Blackwater City. ”

“Impossible!”

Partridge has been running for dust beads since he can remember, and finally found a clue to the dust beads, and regarded them as a lifesaver, even if it is a dream bubble, he has to break in.

Now it was directly poked by Gu Zhou, and it was unacceptable for a while.

Gu Zhou smiled: “Whether you believe it or not, I just pity you and want to tell you the truth of the matter.” ”

Chen Yulou reminded him: “Partridge whistle, Gu Zhenren is a disciple of Maoshan Partridge Whistle suddenly awakened, Maoshan has been passed down for more than two thousand years and has never been broken, perhaps it records the clues of dew dust beads.” ”

In this way, the clue that Gu Zhou said that the dew dust beads were in Blackwater City was much more credible.

“Gu Zhenren, do you know where the dew dust beads are?”

The partridge whistle carries a strong sense of anticipation.

Gu Zhou didn’t know the brain supplement of the two at all, and directly ordered the location of the old dust pearl: “Nanwang’s tomb!” ”

“Tomb of King Nanxian?”

Chen Yulou was dumbfounded.

“Brother Chen knows where the tomb of the Southern King is?”

The partridge whistle was disappointed again, but still with a glimmer of hope.

The people who robbed the tomb of King Nanxian basically know about the tomb of King Nanxian, and the partridge whistle naturally knows it, but the tomb of King Nanxian is just a legend after all, and I don’t know whether there is a tomb of King Nanxian in the world.

Legend has it that Nanwang was desperate to build the tomb of Nanwang, this big tomb is a heavenly palace, mortals want to see Nanxian King in ancient tombs, only from the Tianhe by driving a flat boat across the Yin River, can they arrive, and if they go, they will never come back, and they have to stay there to wait for Nanwang.

This tomb is in the sky, there is nothing on earth, and it will never be possible to be stolen and the tomb thief will fall.

The rumors have become legends, and the news is also true and false, false and real, and distorted, so up to now, most tomb robbers think that the tomb of King Xian is just a legend, not that there is really a tomb of King Xian in the world.

So the partridge whistle was very disappointed after hearing about the tomb of King Nanxian.

Chen Yulou nodded and said, “When I first debuted, I often fought backwards in the south, from the two Guangdong and two lakes to Jiangxi in Yunnan, and my footprints were everywhere. ”

“Later, a human skin map was found in a coffin in the tomb of King Dian in Yunnan, and the thing depicted in the map was the specific location of the tomb of King Nanxian, and Gu Zhou said the tomb of King Nanxian in the Worm Valley of Yunnan, and Chen Yulou knocked out the map of the tomb of King Nanxian, making this clue much more credible than the mural clue he saw in the tomb.”

The partridge whistle’s mind rolled, one moment rejoicing, one moment ecstatic, one moment sad, one moment lost, completely forgetting where he was.

Fortunately, the ancestor of Zagrama, the omniscient and all-powerful true god he believed, had appeared, and finally allowed him to find a definite clue.

The sad and disappointed thing is that the junior brother and sister did not know the news until death, he lived in and out of life and death for half his life, danced on the tip of the knife, pinned his head to the belt of his trousers, and finally got the clue, and did not stick to the hardships suffered by Ni.

And over there, there is still a dispute about the corpse solution, but everyone still preserves their sanity, knowing that once the fight starts, it will be a melee, and there will be heavy casualties, trying to find a plan that all parties can agree on.

Suddenly, I saw that Meng Geteng, who had already laid down, sat up, opened the big mouth of the black hole, divided into two rows of fangs, and violently bit the back of the neck of a monk in the Faxiang Temple, straight like a vicious tiger pounced on a sheep, holding the monk and gnawing it.

This monk was less than thirty years old, bitten by Meng Ge, his whole body was angry like a river invading, but in the blink of an eye, the vitality flew by, life snapped his fingers and aged, his skin was rapidly dehydrated, and his burly body was like an inflatable doll being deflated, and his body contracted inward.

Rumble!

Wanxiang burst out with dragon elephant power, and blasted Meng Ge away with one punch, finally letting Yong Nashang get out of Meng Ge’s mouth.

But in the blink of an eye, the monk had already described it as dry, his skin was dry and wrinkled, and his eyebrows were as white as frost and snow.

He was still on the ground, panting like a bellows.

With a few hoarse coughs, the white hair on his head fell out one after another, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more, and his face was no longer recognizable, as if he was dozens of years old, and only a withered skin bag was left here.

Everyone can see that this monk is only one step away from breaking his breath, although he has not broken his breath, he is lying on the ground and unable to move, and his two eyes are spinning in the shriveled and deep eye sockets like skeletons…

Meng Ge, who was bombarded, landed on the ground without half damage, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was fierce and cold, piercing people’s hearts, and a monstrous ferocious aura rolled and stirred without a volcanic eruption, and this violent and ferocious aura permeated the entire hall with a heart-crushing sense of oppression.

The vitality of the entire hall was quickly suppressed by the dead qi, and it was gloomy, as if it had fallen into an endless hell.

“Wait! What a big boldness! Want to rebel! Ben Khan is here, don’t hurry up and kneel! ”

Thick and cold words, with the condescension of life and death to seize everything, arrogant and domineering, rolled into everyone’s ears.

“Golden armored corpse?”

“Meng Ge turned into a golden-armored corpse?”

Everyone looked solemn.

Gold-armored corpse, silver-armored corpse was an emperor, prince or royal prince before his death, and his obsession after death was not dispelled, and various factors were superimposed to turn into zombies.

Originally, after the death of such a character, in order to prevent this from happening, the selection of the mausoleum must be a good feng shui, basically eliminating the possibility of turning into a zombie, but for thousands of years, there are always various accidents.

Now it seems that Meng Ge is this accident.

Because of the special, once the golden armored corpse and the silver armored corpse are born, the consciousness will gradually be complete, and there will be some memories that remain before death.

That is to say, the current Mongo is a zombie with some memories before his death, but it is completely different from Meng Ge’s consciousness 2.5 before his death.

Once the copper armored corpse, the silver armored corpse, and the golden armored corpse are turned into, they are all the existence of the slaughter city.

No golden armored corpse will be as strong as flying zombie, and most of them are stronger than flying zombie.

What made Chunyang and the others most anxious was that the corpse solution pill was swallowed back by Meng Ge.

Previously, in order to show his attitude of not participating, Shi Jian put the corpse solution pill into the mouth of Meng Ge’s corpse, and then left.

And when Chunyang Zhenren and others negotiated, in order to cause unnecessary conjecture, no one took the corpse solution pill in Meng Ge’s mouth.

In their opinion, anyway, Meng Ge is just a corpse that has failed to solve the corpse, as long as the agreement is reached, the corpse solution pill can be taken at any time.

Unexpectedly, Meng Ge turned into a golden-armored corpse and murdered before they reached an agreement.

This result is really ironic…