Can't care about the thoughts of these guys, holding the body of his son, and the Emperor Bimeng, who moved forward with a heavy step, entered a underground deeds after twists and turns.

Under the shining of long and bright lights on both sides of the dense road, the murals on the wall are constantly changing to the eucalyptus, as if they are alive, the scene is particularly weird.

Emperor Bimon in the secret path seems to have been used to all of this, and continue to move forward.

The pace became faster and faster, and even the wrinkles on the forehead gradually dissipated. It didn't look like an old man with a candle.

Walking along the way, constantly hitting the authorities, it lasted for more than half an hour, and then I came out of the mysterious ground palace.

In the palace, there are already dense coffins, and the five suspended coffins floating in the center are the most strange.

Below the hanging coffin is a magic array depicting countless lines. The split pentagram is discharged. It should be a mysterious five -star mango.

I saw that the Emperor Bimeng put his son's body slowly into a vacant hanging coffin. He said sadly: "Tyri, don't blame your father's heart, make your soul be peaceful after death.

To blame you, you can only blame your own life. I have given you a chance. As long as you can live longer and kill my old father, you can inherit this huge empire.

Unfortunately, you and your unreasonable brothers, all of which are short -lived ghosts, all walking in front of the father.

Since you are so filial, let me have suffered the pain of bereavement again and again, then I can bear enough, let me renew my life for me!

It depends on your brother now. Being a father, I will also give him a chance. As long as he can be able to kill me, he is the new Emperor than Mongolian.

If it is unbearable, like your short -lived ghost, you died in front of the father. Then it is the will of the Beast God.

During the speaking, the four hanging coffins in the hall have exuded endless resentment, as if they were telling their unwillingness.

It is a pity that all this has no effect compared to the Mongolian emperor. As a emperor, there is no regret in his life.

Starting with their corpses into the Palace, the so -called father -son love has no longer existing.

It seemed to be infected, and the surrounding coffin trembled. The endless resentment continued to exude, as if to devour the Emperor Mongolian alive.

Unfortunately, after contacting the Emperor Bimeng, these resentment not only could not cause harm to him, but was swallowed into his belly.

Under the action of mysterious magic arrays, these swallowed grievances have gradually been stripped away from resentment. Only the purest gas remains in the body of the Emperor Bimeng, and gradually transformed into a strange vitality.

The grievances that were peeled did not disappear, but it fell into the five suspended five coffins. Visible, you can also hear the shout from the depths of the soul in the coffin.

The five coffin was missing one, and the last resentment seemed to be a sustenance object, and finally returned to the Emperor Bimeng.

Emperor Bimon, who originally resumed youth, returned to the state of the wind candle again under the destruction of the grievances, but the complexion was much better than before.

Regarding all the changes in front of me, it seems that it is no wonder that the Mongolian Emperor has seen it. Even the most basic emotional fluctuations have not produced.

"Although the resentment is still strong, it has weakened a point compared to the last time. It seems that even if it is the top of the mainland, it can't afford the destruction of the years.

But you can rest assured that the style above the sanctuary will be appreciated for you. If your soul has not yet dissipated, I will come back and tell you.

Don't thank me, these are what I should do. After all, without your worship, it is difficult for me to get a chance to get this step in this era. "

As if the corpse in the coffin still maintains spirituality. After being stimulated by the language of the Emperor of Mongolia, the coffin trembled and became more and more stubborn, as if it was possible to break out at any time.

"Well, don't have to stay so enthusiastic. If the beast god blesses it, maybe it won't be long before we meet again.

Who makes my youngest son is also a short -lived ghost?
Chapter completed!