her left eye is unusual

Chapter 925

Zhao Meng first thought whether this was a game set by the other party for him.

After all, I have encountered many similar situations when robbing tombs before.

According to the information revealed in the tomb, if it was really a geomantic treasure cave, it was originally prepared by the emperor for himself, but in the end, the most trusted person dragged his body out of it and lay down in it by himself.

Sitting high on the throne, Zhao Meng leaned on the back of the chair, and asked in a deep voice: "Shangxian said that all this is God's will, so what is God's will?"

There was no concealment of his killing intent in his tone, and if the other party didn't answer well, he would click right away.

The cultivator smiled lightly, and with a look of understanding, he flicked the whisk in his hand, and said: "There are no less than tens of thousands of brave people in the world, and no less than hundreds of thousands of people who have the ambition of a king, but there are no less than a thousand people with the luck of a king." Only the king, isn’t this God’s will? Wang Nai kills the gods in this world, and the purpose of being in this world is to patrol and shepherd mortals on behalf of the gods. However, in my opinion, the luck on the king is dissipating, and it is the gods who want to recall you. signs."

"Bold, to utter wild words, it's simply treasonous. Do you believe that this king is going to kill you, an immortal now?!"

The cultivator smiled faintly, and flicked the dust whisk in his hand, a puff of green smoke rose up, and the figure disappeared.

And in front of Zhaomeng, an extremely realistic illusion appeared: his whole life, from birth, childhood, growth, and later killing, to conquer the world... These are exactly the same as his experience.

However, what made him extremely shocked and angry was that, under the appearance of being respectful to him, none of his three thousand harem concubines and dozens of children really loved him towards him.

Even his favorite concubine kept saying that he was the queen of her heaven, and the reason they fawned over him was only because of the splendor and wealth he gave them.

And his sons are looking forward to his death soon so that the throne can be passed on to them.

They are still colluding with each other or killing each other in private... Especially the son who is the weakest, most obedient and filial on the surface, and his favorite son, is hoarding weapons in secret and training dead soldiers...

After Zhaomeng passed through this illusion, the first thing he did was to use his shadow guards to investigate one by one according to the things that appeared above...

The final result... made him extremely disappointed.

Really, that's all true!
Zhao Meng finally believed in the words of the immortal, so he built a nine-story high platform, prayed to the sky and knelt down, begging the immortal to come.

Under the scorching sun, a ray of light fell, and the fairy descended in a robe with wide sleeves and fluttering sleeves.

Seeing this, Zhaomeng threw himself to the ground.

Next, the cultivator told Zhaomeng that there was only one way to separate the vitality of the ruins from the death.

That is to use life to induce life, and use death to suppress death.

In short, it needs to be filled by people.

But this also needs to pay attention to the rules.

In front of Zhaomeng, the cultivator threw a small handful of sand on the sand table in front of him.

Then, layers of air ripples rose from his hands, and he kneaded on the sand table a few times in the air.

The sand table, which was originally a plate of loose sand, solidified into a ball in an instant, like soft mud.

I saw the cultivator reaching out and squeezing the "mud" into the shape of a pot with a big belly and a narrow neck.

"disease--"

The cultivator compared his sword with his fingers and blew on the pot, and the pot flew to the ground.

Then it gradually grows bigger and bigger...and finally fills the entire space.

The slender neck of the jar is connected to the passage of this man-made underground palace, and finally fits perfectly with the underground palace.

Finally, the cultivator took out the last two grains of sand and practiced the method directly, turning it into a sarcophagus.

He flicked the whisk in his hand, and the ripples across the air were like blades. Every time he flicked it, a deep imprint was left on the hard stone ground.

Soon, a strange formation was carved on the ground in the center.

The cultivator put the sarcophagus just now on this formation.

Zhao Meng saw a series of operations of the immortal with his own eyes, and he was almost overwhelmed.

However, he still has a doubt... For no reason, why should the other party help him?

Could it be that you just want to use yourself?
The cultivator laughed and said: "To tell you the truth, I have lived for thousands of years, and I am already an immortal. This is just a small trick to extradite me into an immortal. The reason why I did this is as I said before. As you said, you are the reincarnation of the killing god, and you have the karma of tens of millions of people on your body. After you are extradited to become a fairy, you will definitely have some extraordinary achievements. Instead of contacting the relationship at that time, it is better to sell you a favor now, yes Aren't we all good?"

The practitioner's words completely dispelled Zhaomeng's doubts, and made him feel very comfortable.

The cultivator said again, "Now, I have done what I can do, and the rest is up to you. This is the separation boundary between anger and death. Now you need to use human anger to condense the anger, and then in the Inside this sarcophagus is a living orb, when your time comes, enter this sarcophagus, hold the living orb, and rely on the anger on it to extradite you into an immortal..."

Zhaomeng frowned and asked: "You said that life is used to induce life, but what is it..."

The cultivator flicked the fly whisk: "You need to attract those people here one by one, but... the innermost layer should have more people who are blood related or close to you, so that the attracted creatures It will be more and purer."

"what do you mean……"

The cultivator laughed, and then disappeared into a puff of smoke.

Zhaomeng is such a smart person, how could he not understand the meaning of this "immortal".

That is to say, let people fill this space, and preferably people around him.

In short - burial.

In fact, throughout the dynasties, there were no emperors buried with thousands of people in their tombs.

Even in a large tomb he dug before, there were only four burial pits, each of which was filled with dead bones, tens of thousands to say the least.Are there more places I don't know?

He thought of what he saw in the illusion before, and his own investigation later... He didn't expose these, but now seeing their humility and respect for him, seeing their flattery and flattery towards him, feels like eating Like a fly, extremely disgusting.

That being the case, let's send them all in first.

Zhaomeng first asked people to send all his sons, daughters, grandchildren in...

Strange to say, the wall that looks like a stone, when they put those people against the wall, the wall slowly came to life, gradually becoming soft, like a sticky paste, automatically wrapping these people went in.

Then, the paste quickly covered them and turned to stone, leaving behind the traces of their last struggles.

Gradually, these traces gradually faded away, and became smooth and smooth again.

Then all the concubines and even the court ladies and eunuchs were stuffed in...

Then there is the person who built this underground palace before...

civilians...officials, ministers...

(End of this chapter)