The body was neither rotten nor rotten, and it seemed like it was falling asleep while lying down.

Jiang Feisheng, a celestial master in Jiuzhou after the Qi family, won the trust of the emperor. In order to get rid of the Qi family, he told Wen Qing that Emperor Yang could only complete the entire step with a saint sacrifice.

Emperor Wen Qing Yang was full of immortality and trusted him easily.

It is of course worth it to exchange Qi's family for him to live forever.

Jiang Feisheng used the emperor to eliminate dissidents and accomplished his great cause. In the end, he entered the tomb chamber and waited for rebirth in a thousand years.

But those nine provinces are forever destroyed in the long river of history.

Qi Lechuan is too short to see the surface clearly.

Zhang Qiling reached into the coffin, flipped it a few times, took out the jade that was tightly clenched in the corpse's hand. He glanced at it casually and handed it to the child.

There seems to be bloodstains swimming in the jade, with patterns carved on it, and it feels a little warm when held in the palm of your hand. This is a great utensil for raising ghosts.

It is much better than the blood jade sent to her by Master Qi Ba.

She snorted sarcastically, complaining that the old man wasted his resources, "It's a waste that he still holds such a good thing when he dies."

The little ghost floated away, and saw the treasure's eyes lit up suddenly, and he came to Qi Lechuan's face, and was extremely excited, "Ghost Jade, the legendary Ghost King's personal treasure, I heard that it can increase the cultivation level of a thousand years."

The excessively fair face was pressed against her face, and she was so excited that she almost jumped up on the spot.

"Qi Jiujiu, you're going to die."

This is the name she gave. The little ghost disagrees with the name sissy, but it has no choice.

The cold skin touched a hint of warmth. The little ghost looked at her in surprise and wanted to come over again.

He was so arrogant after being called Daming.

Qi Lechuan was forced to retreat repeatedly, "Qi Jiujiu, I warn you, stay away from me, believe it or not, I will take you with ghost jade!"

It was not afraid at all, but instead moved one step closer with excitement on his face.

She was killed by another face, and her whole body seemed to be urged by the King of Hell, and her soul was trembling.

Seeing that she was in a much better mood, Zhang Qiling did not stop the little devil.

Qi Lechuan was so clear that after a thousand years, her hatred had sinking with the moment when Jiuzhou destroyed the country. When she recalled it again, she would still hate her, but it could no longer affect her emotions.

"Isn't it a waste to open the coffin and not take anything?" Wu Sansheng smiled and entered the main tomb openly.

Qi Lechuan paused and looked at the source of the sound.

The man is wearing camouflage work clothes, with a handsome face, a hint of bookish spirit, and his facial features are not aggressive, which makes people relax their vigilance.

Behind him was a muscular man.

The candles in the tomb swayed with candlelight, and a slight sound came.

Qi Lechuan's eyes were flowing, as if he was recalling which character the person in front of him should be.

Suddenly all the candles were extinguished, and several people became alert at the same time. Suddenly, one person's breathing was added in the darkness, and the breathing sound was very heavy.

Zhang Qiling held the child's hand in the darkness and habitually placed her in a safe place first.

Wu Sansheng turned on the flashlight and ate the melon aside, his voice a little gloating, "Why is this guy still alive?"

"San Master, this is a corpse."

Qi Lechuan had sharp ears. I think the only one who is called the Third Master in the Tao is the Wu family. I heard that he is a very knowledgeable liar, but I also heard that he is the most outstanding young man of his generation.

In the coffin, a black shadow supported himself, he lowered his head and suddenly raised his eyes, without white eyes in his eyes.

Qi Lechuan reached into the cloth bag and searched for it, staring at Jiang Feisheng with his eyes. It turned out that his immortality had transformed himself into a walking zombie.

A walking zombie has no pain, it is a walking zombie.

Zhang Qiling jumped up and swung his sword to face Jiang Feisheng, but his attack was actually blocked by the opponent.

Zhang Qiling paused for a second, and the zombie in front of him was much harder than he thought.

He was engaged in the battle.

Pan Zi took the opportunity to take Qi Lechuan away.

Wu Sansheng smiled lightly and shouted sweetly, "Little nephew, ask you a question."

It was the first time Qi Lechuan saw his elders say hello like this, but she was not angry, just thinking that she needed to redefine Wu Sansheng.

She also smiled when she reached out and didn't hit the smiley person, "Uncle San is so polite, please ask casually."

Wu Sansheng reached out to rub her hair, and her head tilted and avoided.

Uncle San didn't care and said with a smile, "Have you ever edemed in the bed?"

Good guy, a calm child must not wet the bed.

Qi Lechuan's smile slowly disappeared. The elders of the Wu family were so strange that they asked such questions when they came up. She shook her head seriously, "I have never wet the bed after being born."

Pan Zi looked surprised, and he didn't expect that the Third Master would ask such a question as soon as he spoke.

Wu Sansheng was obviously much more excited, "You are the only one, let's go with Uncle San."

Before Qi Lechuan refused, Pan Zi took the person away. She had no ability to resist at all. Before leaving, she did not forget to leave Gui Yu for the little ghost.

When the little ghost took Guiyu and saw her walking away, a layer of black air suddenly increased around her body. Its mouth sneered, "Big Boss, do you think this kind of zombie still has souls?"

Zhang Qiling took advantage of the force to turn over and stood firm. The zombie in front of him was cut with bloodstains, but he still felt that it was not enough.

Or the little ghost's words gave him inspiration, and he spoke indifferently, "Use ghost jade to destroy his soul into the eighteen levels of hell."

The little ghost curled up the corner of his mouth gloomyly, "It's just my wish."

The space was suddenly torn apart, and Zhang Qiling's eyes lit up a little.

The fire of hell was burning, Jiang Feisheng wanted to escape, but his rebirth was just unable to speak, but his combat power was still there and his rationality was still there.

But he met the Zhang family.

There was also an unknown little ghost who waved his hand and casually tore up the space, revealing the eighteen layers of hell fire.

Finally, a harsh sound fell and the candles lit up in the main tomb chamber again.

Zhang Qiling put away the knife, and his eyes covered by his hair were no longer as cold as before, but added a bit of humanity.

He said coldly, "Using Taoist techniques to tear the space will reduce lifespan."

The little ghost pinched the ghost jade and played with it indifferently, "It was this old master who owed her, so let him go to the eighteenth level hell to atone for the Qi family."

"Who are you?" he asked.

The little ghost smiled lazyly, "It doesn't matter, at least I won't hurt her."

Zhang Qiling glanced at it, not knowing what he was thinking.

After all, it is just a small ulterior motive, with not even the hair growing, and it is also a ghost doll wearing a bellyband and blush.

It met his eyes, and was much more courageous than usual, and said bluntly, "Which hexagram can be used to calculate your fate?"

Zhang Qiling put his knife on his back and walked out with his foot, cold as usual, "No."

It seemed like awakening, but it wasn't.

"What direction did they go?" he asked at the door of the tomb.
Chapter completed!