Chronicles of Heaven

The black sill opens, and inside it is a black, seemingly endless martyr.

The eagle-headed man reached out and rubbed his head and said, "I am very happy and very happy. I hope that you are the same... continue to move forward... The way of the dead, I hope that you can go further." ”

"You have cleansed the sins of you. You are now clean, so you can continue your journey... In the front, after one test, you will be given the gift of Osiris."

"People, struggle hard, use your struggles to please the great Osiris adults, and of course, please us..."

The eagle-headed man disappeared into the air, and the martyrdom behind them was disappeared. There was a black wall behind them, only a few meters away from them.

They can only move forward and walk into the black door.

The state of Wu Tie is very good, the color is very good, the spirits are in the peak state, the spirit is full of spirits, full of fighting spirit.

And the old knife wind is a few people...

They are all in the same way, like the old cane that has been drained, from the flesh to the soul, all of them are extremely exhausted, extremely empty, and give people a feeling of being riddled with holes and life.

They stood next to Wu Tie, as if they were walking dead, their eyes were sluggish and their eyes were dull.

Wu Tie swallowed and looked at them with a little pity.

Including Doria, these guys put down the oil pan, were burned by guns, and were smashed by the scorpion snakes. They were smashed by the scorpion, then they were slashed in the mountains, under the sword, crushed by the grinding discs, and grinded by the sarcophagus...

There were also various kinds of water and fire, and all kinds of torture were swarmed up. They were also thundered and electrocuted. Wu Tie wanted to get the unexpected torture, and they were on their wheels over and over again.

Many times, Wu Tie felt that they would die and die, but these guys actually smashed down.

The problem is that Wu Tie has a fountain of life to help him strengthen his body, helping him greatly improve the mana and the realm.

This eagle-headed man did not use the baby for the old knife.

Therefore, now the old knife and the wind eight people, from the flesh to the soul, are all the oil, the wind will blow, and the wind will blow when it blows.

Wu Tie looked at the old knife wind, and then looked at Doria, who was not as good as death, and then looked at the six life-skilled masters of the dry wood sticks, and coughed gently, lest they be too hard to blow them. Scattered.

"The big leader, we, is this going forward?" Wu Tie carefully asked the old knife.

The old knife wind is stiff and the stiff face is pumping, dry, and breathless. "Go forward, you must go on... Eat so much bitterness, if you get nothing back..."

The old knife wind turned hard and turned to Doria and glanced at it: "If you just go back so nothing... I must break this little white face and smash it and eat it..."

Six life-thinking masters turned their heads at the same time, staring deeply at Doria with a deep, deadly look.

They are too lazy to speak, anyway, their mood is the same as the old knife. If they don't get enough satisfaction from them here, they will kill Doria after they go back.

Moreover, it is the most cruel way to kill him.

It is not impossible to swallow and live.

It’s so horrible... The eagle-headed man said that on the way to the deceased, time is relatively good for the outside world, and it’s been a few years since the outside world.

So...the old knife wind they really tasted the evil consequences of their past evils.

To kill a person, you will be thrown into the oil pan and fried for a quarter of an hour. In the hundreds of years since the old knife wind, he has killed tens of thousands of people. I entered the oil pan again and again, picked it up again and again, and then I was thrown in after the body recovered...

In addition to killing people into the pan, there are so many messy crimes, and there are so many messy penalties.

The old knife winds are devastated from the flesh to the soul, they are... they really want to kill Doria.

Doria looked at the old knife wind with no expression. After a long time, he smiled fiercely.

Poor Doria, he did not fall well.

The eagle-headed man sentenced him to have the sin of the tongue, and the blond little white face was imposed a 'prisoning tongue'... his tongue was pulled out once and again, and after re-growth, it was redburned again. The iron hook pulled out...

Every time he was pulled out of the tongue, it was so **** suspended in front of Doria.

At the end of the day, Doria had tens of thousands of his own tongues in front of him... In this case, Wu Tie recalled that he felt creepy. This will definitely be a nightmare, absolutely will.

"I am also... I..." Doria stretched out her tongue and said something was unfavorable. Obviously, this is the aftereffect of the punishment of the tongue.

The old knife sighed and he waved to Doria: "No nonsense... Go forward, move on... Don't bring back enough baby from here... I will kill you... and Laozi uses The ancestral card swears that you will find your friends and family and kill them all."

The old knife wind is also lazy and nonsense, too lazy to threaten Doria.

Wait and see, wait and see the action. If you can't get enough benefits from here, wait and see the action.

Wu Tie smashed the white tiger, and gave a soft breath, followed by the old knife wind and several people walked into the black door.

Just entering the door, there was a whirl around, and the people around me disappeared. There was a long deep squat in front of the Witch Iron. Like the previous martyr, it was a hundred meters wide and a high kilometer. The statue of Michael.

Wu Tie followed the martyrdom and strode forward.

He is very curious, who he will meet this time.

However, from the experience just mentioned, it seems that he has received some small preferential treatment here?

Therefore, Wu Tie's mood is still quite relaxed.

As he walked and looked at the left and right walls, he found that on the wall between the statues, he painted a large-scale mural with a very strange brushwork.

A round of sun rises.

The sun has divided a man and a woman.

That man and woman are married to each other, and other people are born...

In the vast desert, a pyramid stands tall, and the burly figures of all kinds of birds and beasts sit on the top of the pyramid and enjoy the worship of countless creatures below.

This was followed by a tragic description of the war.

The city walls were vanished in the mushroom cloud, and the pyramids were completely melted by the intense light. Numerous burly figures were pierced through the chest and then discarded by the square.

This is the whole process of a civilization from birth to destruction.

There are a lot of pictures, and Wu Tie looks like a sigh of relief. He wants to find relevant records in the knowledge taught by Lao Tie, but he has encountered a flexible barrier.

That seems to belong to a deeper level of knowledge, the old iron has set a barrier, and now the Wutie is not qualified to touch.

Walking, walking, I don't know how long it took, the road suddenly opened in front of it, a magnificent temple built with gold and inlaid with countless gems appeared in front of Wu Tie.

Thousands of people wear soft white gauze, skin or white matte, or golden like honey, or a beautiful girl who is as dark and delicate as ebony, standing quietly in the temple, looking at Wu Tie quietly.

The black light floods the temple, and these girls are bathed in black light.

Their feelings for Wu Tie are very weird. They seem to be alive, but they don't seem to be alive. They are in an extremely weird state, between life and death, as if they are detached from life and death.

Wu Tie did not look at these girls who wore white gauze but exposed large areas of skin.

He looked at the position in the middle of the temple. There was no throne in the iron and steel, but an extremely magnificent gold coffin...

That's right, it's a coffin.

It is more than a dozen meters long and has a simple and unique coffin.

On the coffin cover of the coffin, it was a statue of a middle-aged man with a clean face, slender cheeks, and a long-looking look... mysterious.

‘咔嚓’, the cockroach cockroach flew up and flew down to the ceiling of the temple.

A tall, thin figure slowly sat up from the coffin.

He coughed softly, his hands pressed **** his waist, and the sound of '咔' was crisp, and he whispered: "It’s been too long, this lumbar joint is fast. In one piece."

Sighing, the height is almost ten meters, the body is thin, but the man with a wide shoulder is slowly crawling out of the coffin.

The coffin of the gold coffin fell, the huge coffin slipped back, the wall behind it cracked, the coffin slipped into the wall and disappeared, a gold cast, the throne decorated with countless gemstones slipped out of the cracked wall, just Parked behind the man.

The man slammed his waist and his body was constantly making a dull sound.

He shook his arms and legs vigorously, coughing a few times, and squirting a thick dust.

"I feel, I am a mummy with a rough workmanship... ah, it feels so weird. I have been sleeping for the first time for so long, and I have slept for too long." The man sat on the throne and looked at Wu Tie. For a while, then nodded: "I am, Osiris."

Wu iron looked at the man quietly.

This guy wearing a cobra-shaped crown, wearing a gorgeous and almost fancy robes, squatting on his body, is a humanoid jewelry shelf. His looks are exactly the same as the statues on the shackles. A three-inch-wide beard on the chin hangs straight down and fits snugly on his knees.

"Osiris... mythology... Pluto?" Wu Tie was a little hesitant to speak.

"Oh, of course not. I am Osiris, but I am not that Osiris." Osiris shrugged his shoulders and sighed: "It’s like the Yang Lan I know, not the Yang Lan... I know the peace. The hero of the great sacred cow is not the legendary cow demon."

Osiris spread his hands and sighed with a trace of nostalgia: "I am Osiris... But I am not the mythical legend of Osiris... but I am no different from him."

Osiris looked at Wu Tie and whispered: "You are already a monk in a heavy building. You can understand that there is an infinite mystery in the sky-locked building."

"One step at a time, one step at a time... I was originally an ordinary mortal, but as I practiced, I followed the path of Osiris and I gradually mastered the priesthood of Osiris and possessed his power. Finally, even the blood to the looks, they have become exactly the same."

Osiris whispered: "So, I am Osiris, I am not Osiris, but I am no different from Osiris..."

He blinked and smiled at Wu Tie: "You, understand?"

Wu Tie stayed and then nodded: "I, probably understand."

Osiris smiled: "I can understand, prove that you are not stupid, since you are not stupid, and you can still get a relationship with me, then I can't let you see it."

He looked up and looked at the ceiling, faintly said: "The way of the deceased, I personally arranged ... he used to test the heart, judge human nature, to promote the future development of people on the way to the deceased ... or, This is a test path to screen 'seeds'."

"The road to the deceased is very long. It is so long that some people can't stand it, and they will die inside." Osiris looked at Wu Tie and whispered: "You are different from them, so I will let you come here in advance."

Wu Tie picked up his eyebrows.

Osiris pointed his hand, and the white tiger crack in the hands of Wu Tie suddenly flew up and fell into the hands of Osiris.

He gently touched the white tiger crack and sighed: "This is Yang Yu's spare weapon... I know him... It's really... a day worth remembering."

After a moment of silence, Osiris waved his hand back to Wu Tie: "He is a great weapon, don't let him down... The meaning of his birth is to kill and kill our enemies."

"Our enemy." Wu Tieyan opened his eyes: "You mean, Tianjing demon?"

Osiris’s body slammed a bit, his blue-white dough became paler and paler, and he was silent for a while, and he muttered: “Not just the celestial demon, not just them...”

Putting his hand, Osiris looked at Wu Tie, Shen Sheng said: "Don't ask me this, I don't care about these... You are here, you carry Yang Hao's weapon, you inherit the white tiger army's shooting method, then, I I have to give you something."

Grinning, Osiris's smile is unusual... bitter and mournful, he murmured: "I am a deserter, so I won't say much, I won't do much, but you are coming... I I have to give you something."

"Yes, I am sorry for Yang Hao?" Osiris whispered: "Although it is a little self-deception... Well, these are not important. In short, I am still alive, this is good."

Osiris smiled and looked at Wu Tie: "Can you believe it? Pluto Osiris, the most feared is death, this is a great irony."

In the laughter, Osiris pointed his hand, a small tree that was cast in gold and hangs numerous precious gem fruits throughout the sky.

"Come on, this is the tree of harvest that I personally cast, let me implant him into your body... He will let you, the speed of cultivation is many times many times, many times, many times..."

"I am a shameful deserter... a deserter who is afraid of death... But, I have a little bit of responsibility."