The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

Zhulong hesitated for a moment and said: [Are you sure? 】

Cen Jin: "I know what you are worried about, don't worry, you don't need to move, I will just put the gate of Kunlun in Hainei to the place where you sleep."

[…] Zhulong: [As long as you are happy. 】

Cen Jin was very happy to hear the words and said that the cooperation was pleasant.

The most important thing for their negotiation profession is to have a flexible mind. Zhulong can cause landslides and landslides if he turns over, so if he wants to see the door without being able to move it, then build the gate in front of Zhulong.

As for whether the residents of the ghost country will be frightened into cardiac arrest every time they go out, Huang Mao thinks that courage is practiced, and if you practice a few more times, you can chat with Zhulong in the future to prevent him from being too bored and suddenly flying into the sky.

It feels like killing four birds with one stone and gaining a lot, Huang Mao is very pleased.

Huang Mao: "My name is Cen Jin, please take care of me in the future."

Zhulong also responded, and then slowly sank: [If it's okay, I'll go back. 】

"Goodbye."

Cen Jin gestured backwards with his right hand, touched Ding Yiqing's arm, grasped it firmly, and watched Zhulong sink into the lava, his eyebrows frowned, his face a bit dignified.

Ding Yiqing suggested: "There is still a ghost country on the Qianchuan side. Why don't you conquer it now and merge the inner world into Kunlun, which is also its favorite snack."

"The ghost country on the Qianchuan side has been targeted by the authorities. I think they can solve it, and they want to swallow it for research so that they can deal with the restricted area of ​​the same level in the future. And I am too high-profile this time, and I have already recorded it on the official and institutional side. Being famous is not suitable for being in the limelight."

"Isn't it good to be famous?"

"Not good. I'm too bad in all aspects. I rely on my eloquence to persuade Zhulong to help me, and I rely on my weirdness to kill the Queen Mother of the West. I'm very dehydrated, but my overall ability is very useless. It would be too shameful to be regarded as a hero or a genius." Cen Jin glanced at him strangely, with a strange expression on his face: "Do you have top cancer?"

Ding Yiqing stared at him for a while, silently looked away, and then turned back after a while: "Then let Kunlun in Hainei devour the inner world and give it some energy."

Cen Jin: "Besides, because I'm going to faint."

As soon as the words fell, Cen Jin fell straight forward, and Ding Yiqing put his hands through his armpit to catch him, looking at the red rock wall ahead, he felt the weight of Cen Jin's weight on his chest, which was insignificant but could not be ignored .

Cen Jin's yellow hair stuck to his neck, felt fluffy and itchy.

Ding Yiqing raised his lower arm, grasped the back of Cen Jin's neck weakly, and slowly retracted it, his eyes were full of forbearable madness, and he remained in this state for more than ten seconds before finally returning to a state of indifference and calmness.

Released the hand that clasped Cen's back neck, and hugged his thigh instead, as if hugging a sleeping child.

Cen Jin suddenly opened his eyes, and closed them again two seconds later, this time he was really tired and fainted.

After fainting briefly just now, he was quickly stimulated by Ding Yiqing's killing intent, and Huang Mao chose to stand still. After all, he was seriously injured, and he was killed in a flash if he fought hard.

After making sure that Ding Yiqing was no longer hostile, Cen Jin fell asleep with peace of mind. He was really big-hearted.

When Ding Yiqing took Cen Jin away, the old and dim-eyed Zhulong suddenly thought of something and floated up into the lava again, but he didn't see anyone, so he couldn't help wondering: "What's the name of that yellow hair? Huang... oh no, it's called Cen Jin? There really is such a person .”

Zhulong muttered for a while, thinking that it might be because he slept too long, which caused his memory to be wrong, and he mixed up some things from a long time ago, and he will clear them up when he has time.

So the sinking magma did not rise again, and the [-]-meter karst cave returned to its usual silence.

***

Under the Minshan Mountains, it took only a moment for his nerves to go from tense to relaxed, but Li Daoyi felt exhausted. He was able to maintain his spirit after four or five days of fighting without closing his eyes, unlike now.

Zhou Man was so angry that he said, "The Queen Mother of the West is dead."

Li Daoyi was more conservative: "No movement doesn't mean she failed."

Zhou Man smiled happily: "The spiritual pollution has dropped rapidly, and the pollution field has disappeared with the decline of Queen Mother Xi. It is obvious that she was slaughtered. The more important point is that my prediction has never failed. I foresaw that Queen Mother West will die one day In the hands of humans, so I insist on 3000 years to refuse to be a strange temptation."

Li Daoyi: "Do you think the Queen Mother of the West died at the hands of your Heart-eating Ghost Gu, not that Huang Mao?"

Zhou Man said softly: "I have no doubts, and that yellow hair is weird, it's not within the scope of my prediction."

Li Daoyi: "Are you sure the yellow hair is weird?"

Zhou Man: "Of course."

Li Dao stared at Zhou Man's face as sharply as a falcon, trying to find the slightest trace of lying, but he couldn't find it. He was trained by the earliest god-slaying ancestors, has been a king for decades, and has dealt with the Queen Mother of the West for more than 3000 years. , Zhou Man is essentially an old fox who has grown into a spirit.

He couldn't see any flaws, so he was skeptical.

"When a person is about to die, his words are good." Zhou Man waved his hand: "Please don't deprive me of credit, and don't bother Tu Xiaoyou, just find a random place to bury it."

On that side, Totem and others are rushing towards this side.

Zhou Man's vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw Totem's furrowed eyebrows. He didn't expect that there were still people worried about him before he died. He removed the messy positions and identities, and cared for him just because he spent a few days with fellow travelers. The big brother who hides secrets is true and sincere. .

When the totem arrived panting, he saw Zhou Man's lost eyes, stretched out his hand to check his breath, but there was nothing there, and suddenly felt dazed, stared at Zhou Man for a moment, then sat down on the ground suddenly, and recited the "Mantra of Rebirth" for him.

May all his sins be eradicated, and may all his wishes in this world be fulfilled, not to be a prophet, not to bear heavy burdens, just to be peaceful and happy like ordinary people.

Jiang Bai Pingcuo clasped his hands together and recited scriptures for Zhou Man.

Li Daoyi told Totem Zhou Man's last words, and the latter was silent for a moment, only saying that he should fulfill his promise, which is also a part of practice.

The implication is that Zhou Man's body will be sent back to Xi'an for burial in person.

Li Dao shook his head, didn't speak any more, just looked up to the direction of the mountain top, and recounted the scene to the organization and the Huaxia official respectively, but in the Huaxia official report, he concealed the strange guess about the yellow hair, and added his own guess High-level privileges, locked into institutional files.

Capital Special Operations Department.

In the computer room, countless people anxiously stared at the screen, waiting for Zhang Weitu's final decision, whether to continue the double strike of nuclear weapons and combat missiles?Do you want to abandon Qianchuan, an important strategic base?

While waiting nervously and anxiously, Zhang Weitu said: "Withdraw nuclear strikes. Cancel campaign missile strikes. Armies from all over the country continue to rescue floods and earthquake-stricken areas, and are responsible for post-disaster support and reconstruction. Some superhumans continue to stay in Ganchuan to investigate Queen Mother of the West. Big and weird events such as dragons and Kunlun in the sea. Everyone else, fully support the tomb of King Mu and Anxin Town."

"Yes!"

This answer is obviously much easier, and countless people are excited to join the new battle.

If half an hour ago, everyone was fighting with despair, now they are full of hope to see the light of day. Even the world-destroyer gods have been slaughtered, and the rest are just little ones!

Moreover, legendary bosses from all over the world and experienced superhumans have successfully joined forces in Anxin Town, and it is only a matter of minutes to suppress the high-risk and strange group of rebels, so they are really motivated!

Safe town.

Feeling the high-risk and strangeness of the death of the Queen Mother of the West, she suddenly lost her heart and soul, and the ultimate career pillar of living in Kunlun, overseas, and evolving into a new god collapsed, and the dream of the ghost country was shattered.

One side's morale was soaring, while the other side was depressed, and the situation was reversed instantly.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the black suit repeated the same trick, setting up a puppet line to block Shi Shahai's pace, turned around and fled quickly to the other side of the town, and fiercely charged towards the second line of defense, preparing to forcefully break through the encirclement.

At a distance of 300 meters, Shi Shahai only looked at the fleeing black suit coldly, and swung his right foot forward in a circle, and slowly put out the magic seal: "Atharva Veda, Disaster Relief!"

Then an invisible force gathered the water vapor in the air, forming a solid wall of water that suddenly trapped the black suit, and the latter suddenly stopped in mid-air for two seconds.

Shishahai shouted violently: "Atharva Veda, subduing demons!"

Suddenly, a solemn and solemn bust of Luo Yantian with eight arms appeared in the sky, one of his arms was stretched out as a demon palm, and with a light slap, the chest in the black suit was completely smashed into pieces.

The nearby transcendent came to see that the upper body of the black suit was directly pierced, and the shape was like the palm of the hidden secret Vajra, and he couldn't help sighing: "You are indeed a master."

Some transcendents who couldn't understand asked: "If I remember correctly the eight-armed statue just now, isn't it Vishnu, one of the three gods of Bharatism?"

"Yes."

"But the master is Tibetan Buddhism. Even if you go to Bharat to practice, you should practice Mahayana Buddhism."

"The knowledge here is a bit big, and I don't know much. The root of Tibetan secrets is Bharatism. Vishnu, one of the three gods, should be called Narayana in Tibetan secrets. Famous. For example, with eight arms, he rides Garuda and fights against King Asura. The Sun Juan says that he is one of the incarnations of Buddha. Body cultivation technique, good at strong and fierce boxing, singing and singing with Vajra Warriors, there is nothing wrong with it."

"You don't know much?"

"Compared to my girlfriend who was obsessed with hiding secrets before, I really know very little."

"..."

***

At the same time, the tomb of King Mu.

More than a dozen extraordinary people and the elders of the ghost and Gu clan joined forces to guard the tomb of King Mu, and the Zongmu people attacked alone, so naturally they couldn't please.

There is a huge disparity in strength, and there is no suspense about winning or losing, but the ghost and Gu clan misjudged Zongmuren's purpose and determination, and found an opening to jump into King Mu's coffin, and blew himself up in public, unleashing the god of death suppressed below.

Wang Lingxian was at the front, his face suddenly changed when he saw this, and he immediately jumped into the tomb below without responding for a long time.

Others thought that something had happened, so some tried to prevent the situation from developing in a more serious direction, and some tried to notify the special operations team to prepare for the terrorist outbreak of spiritual pollution from the god of death.

But a slender figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the tomb, turned his back to everyone and said, "Didn't you find that the pollution value has no fluctuation?"

The panicked crowd stopped, yes, the pollution value didn't seem to have soared.

This is not normal.

"I'll go down and see."

After saying that, the slim and tall figure jumped down from the tomb, and walked inside while asking: "Wang Lingxian, what do you see?"

Before she could get used to the light inside, she heard Wang Lingxian say, "A warrior with three faces and three eyes."

"what?"

"The Vajra Department outside the mandala of the Bharatika teaching, the Narayana Heaven.

The identity of the god of death in the king's tomb. "

Book Two