Thunder Martial

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The whistling wind rang out, and behind the stone gate, there was another passageway, which was even more gloomy. Zichen saw more bones, including human and alien.

This is the burial place of human saints. Naturally, there are many powerful people guarding it. Zichen also saw many glowing bones.

They were all strong men during their lifetime, and even after so many years of death, their withered bones still exude divine brilliance and brilliance.

"Humans, die."

The strong man of the foreign race has an obsession that cannot be dispelled. Once Zi Chen approaches, he will be sensed, the obsession will be triggered, and a little bit of divine brilliance will overflow, turning into a tall ghost, rushing towards Zi Chen.

This is the last obsession of the strong man. Although it is about to dissipate, it is still strong. In a trance, it seems that the strong man is resurrected and hit a strong blow.

"Chi."

Above the head, the armor piece of light flickered, shining brightly, and a flame spewed out, sweeping the phantom, and the phantom howled, screamed, and turned into nothingness.

"Countless years have passed, and the foreign race has not appeared in the Tianwu Continent, which proves that you have succeeded. Rest in peace."

For the ghosts of the alien race, Zi Chen can only obliterate and scatter them, but for the strong human beings, Zi Chen only has admiration in his heart. They are the guardians of human beings and have fought for human beings for three thousand years.

The golden fingers pointed out, drawing out the divine radiance in the bones, letting it dissipate naturally, and burying it in the place they guarded.

Zichen passed through several passages in a row, and the sword marks were obvious on the stone wall. Obviously, the battle was very tragic, and no matter whether it was a foreign race or a human, the strength of every dead bone was stronger than Zichen.

"Are they really ancient giants? There are so many of them." As he went deeper, Zichen saw many dead bones of alien races, but almost all of them were weathered. Now, the number of ancient giants is really pitifully small.

During this period, Zichen also saw a lot of ancient characters, and had a vague understanding of the turmoil of endless years ago.

Alien races invaded, strong human beings resisted, fought for three thousand years, and lost their lives, causing countless casualties. During this period, the human saints died in battle, and were buried here together with other strong men, but the foreign races were unwilling and invaded massively.

"The saint cannot be desecrated, and the strong cannot be desecrated."

"Even if you try your best, you won't let the foreign race get the inheritance,

Destroy all invading alien races. "

As he went deeper, Zi Chen saw more powerful human beings. There were only one or two sentences, but they were all drawn before he died. Through a few words, he guessed that the reason why the foreign races attacked here was that apart from the saints In addition, there is another part, which is for the inheritance of the strong human beings.

Obviously, apart from the saints, there are other powerful people who buried their bones here, leaving a legacy for future generations. The purpose of the alien race is to snatch it.

During this period, Zi Chen saw the words of desperately killing aliens and preventing the construction of the teleportation array one after another, and suddenly blocked it in his heart, and had a crazy guess.

Could it be that the foreign race wants to set up a teleportation array here to completely take away all the inheritance of the holy place of burial.

"This alien race is really greedy."

But gradually, Zichen realized that something was wrong. According to the ancient characters, this is a one-way teleportation array, and there are a large number of aliens who want to teleport here.

"What are the foreign races doing here in large numbers? Do they have to destroy this place?" Zi Chen was puzzled, and Mo Lao didn't know why.

"Maybe there are still in the depths." Mo Lao said, and the two continued to move forward.

After passing through eight passages, Zichen saw something valuable again, and vaguely discovered a shocking secret, which made him change color in shock.

"The saint will be resurrected. We can't let the aliens destroy this place. We must protect it with all our might."

Beside a powerful monk, Zi Chen was shocked when he saw such handwriting, his hair stood on end, and the already gloomy environment seemed even more gloomy.

The saint will be resurrected.

Could it be that the aliens attacked here and even built a teleportation array because they were worried about the resurrection of the saint.

But how can a person be resurrected after death.

As he continued to go deeper, Zi Chen discovered more speculations about the resurrection of the saint, but he did not resurrect immediately, but fell asleep here, nourished by the endless dragon veins of the earth, and could not be resurrected until one day.

Zi Chen's hair stood on end, a burst of horror, and vaguely felt a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark.

"Could it be that the saint is resurrected in this life?"

The evil wind was blowing, like a ghost crying, but at this moment, the two discovered a shocking secret. Zi Chen was terrified, his eyelids trembled, his hair stood on his head, and even Mo Lao felt his hair stand on end.

The holy place of burial still exists. Obviously, when the foreign race failed and endless years passed, it is really possible for the saint to be resurrected in this life.

But he has died, his spiritual thoughts have dissipated, and he was reborn again. Is this still a human saint, or is it another kind of creature, who just picks up the corpse and is reborn, but has another soul.

Zi Chen didn't dare to think about it, he was terrified, and had the urge to turn around and leave.

"People's thoughts of death have been lost, how can they be resurrected, they buried the saint here and resurrected him, it's too crazy."

Even Mo Lao looked around, feeling terrified in his heart, "In the endless years ago, there were many dead bodies here, and the resentment filled the entire place of burial. Even if the saint was resurrected and absorbed so much resentment, would he still be a saint?"

Both of them were terrified, and at the same time thought of the land of death and silence, where only dozens of Yukong and hundreds of real yuan realms died, and resentful spirits were born. Space is still strong, will something else be born.

"Old Mo, do you feel that there seems to be a pair of eyes staring at us all the time." Zi Chen's voice began to tremble, and he looked back, but saw nothing.

"It seems to have this kind of feeling." Mo Laoben is a soul body with very keen perception. After learning that the saint may be resurrected, he also has a feeling of being spied on.

"Could it be a saint?"

Zi Chen asked, Mo Lao shook his head, expressing that he was not sure, even though he had lived a long time and had never heard of the resurrection of the dead, at this moment he wanted to rush into the Tai Chi diagram, because he felt a wave of Dangerous breath.

"Old Mo, you must never go in. You and I are together, so we can take care of you." Zi Chen's voice trembled, obviously frightened.

If it is true that the saints of the human race are resurrected, Zi Chen is not afraid. After all, they are saints, the leaders of the human race, even if they break in, they will not kill them.

But if the resurrection is not a saint, but another kind of creature that has absorbed endless resentment, such as a resentful spirit, then it will be over.

The more Zichen thought about it, the more afraid he became, and he didn't dare to think about it later, but in his mind, he couldn't help but think about it, and at this moment, his thinking seemed to become sharper.

"The holy burial place, for thousands of years, keepsakes have appeared frequently, allowing many forces to enter the treasure hunt, but the number of deaths is still large. Could this be a conspiracy of the saints?" Zi Chen thought of another question.

"Human beings have a lot of great wisdom. If they want to resurrect a saint, it is naturally possible to succeed. They naturally guessed this. Is it possible? They have already taken precautions. If the resurrection is not a saint, it is For other things, will there be some kind of prohibition, so that it cannot leave."

Zi Chen's expression was very ugly, and he said in a low voice: "So he deliberately released tokens, let humans come to explore, and then killed them secretly, collected blood, and wanted to break the ban with blood."

"Impossible." Zi Chen's guess made Mr. Mo feel uncertain, and said: "Those big forces entered it several times. Although some monks died, they also got some benefits."

"And your Grand Elder Grandpa, didn't he also come in back then, and got the Thunder and Lightning Nine Deaths, pointing to Lei Ting, didn't he get out alive."

"But Mengyao's parents died here." Zi Chen said.

"Wasn't that killed by Wu Zong's people?" Mo Lao said: "Don't guess randomly, there are many people with great wisdom in human beings, it is impossible not to think of this, and the Wuji Sect guarded this place back then, I didn't know before, Thinking about it now, it might be waiting for the saint to be resurrected."

"Then what if it's surveillance." Zi Chen asked, making people feel hairy again.

"Didn't you say that the Wuji Sect once attacked the holy burial place? Since it was a guardian, why did you attack? Could it be that the saint was resurrected, but something happened? .”

"This." Mo Lao hesitated. He didn't participate in what happened back then, and he didn't know about it.

"Even if there is, it will be destroyed by the old master." Mo Lao finally said.

"Then there are other strong human beings. The saints will be resurrected. If they are not guaranteed, they will not be resurrected." Zi Chen's heart trembled, and the feeling of being spied on became stronger and stronger.

So much so that when he sensed the armor again, he also felt a sense of creepiness.

"You're worrying too much. It's been thousands of years. Great forces have come in several times, but they are all safe and sound, and the losses are not that heavy."

I don't know whether he wants to convince Zi Chen or himself, Mo Laodao: "Also, there are restrictions on the light door when you come in. If this is really a conspiracy and you need to use blood to break the ban, then you can completely Let everyone in."

"Also, this thing has saved the lives of both of you and me."

Zi Chen nodded, feeling reasonable, "That's right, the major forces are all human beings, and many evildoers came here to hunt for treasures before they left. Naturally, they are very confident, and they have benefited from it before."

"Besides, the strong human beings have great wisdom. We can see the problem at a glance. They won't miss it. We think too much."

"Yes." Mo Lao also said: "Maybe this is a burial place, just to let the saint rest in peace. Those strong human beings who have followed the saint for three thousand years are unwilling to bear the fact that the saint died. So, maybe it’s just a hope in my heart.”

Following the saint, fighting for three thousand years, the saint died, and all the strong people naturally couldn't accept this possibility. Zi Chen nodded in agreement, and his mood suddenly became brighter. For a moment, he also felt that the surrounding environment was not so gloomy.

"It's because we are worrying too much, we are here to scare ourselves." Zi Chen smiled.

"Crack."

Suddenly, there was a bone shattering sound, as if someone stepped on it, and the expressions of the two who had just relaxed suddenly changed drastically.

"Who." Like frightened rabbits, the two hurriedly turned around, and then saw a figure, which disappeared in a flash.

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ps: I'm stuck, this chapter took eight hours, and I pushed it back and forth until I wrote it, and I just wrote it.

I can't be disturbed when I write a book, and I like to be quiet, but when I was writing this chapter, I answered two calls. To be honest, the moment the bell rang, I was terrified.

This is the third update, and the fourth update should be past midnight, so you don’t have to wait, let’s watch it tomorrow.