The aura of a priest is infinite

Chapter 117 Corpse King Are you sure you want to read the novel?
Hua Yingjun stood obediently beside the corpse king, feeling the chilling corpse aura coming over his face, his spine shivered, and he couldn't even speak clearly enough.

No one will calm down in front of the 800-year corpse king.

What's more, for a non-combatant like Hua Yingjun, he is just a half-baked feng shui master who knows the secrets of feng shui.

How can I stand up to such a posture.

"This... mobile phone, it's very easy to use, first you need to turn it on..."

"Open the chicken?!" The corpse king was very surprised. Could it be that this magic weapon was used as well as a live chicken for sacrifice, "I haven't seen a live animal in this Yuan tomb for 800 years. Where did the live chicken come from?"

Hua Yingjun was taken aback, and quickly explained, "Turning on means turning on the phone, not the dick you thought it was."

"Roar?! Turn on the magic weapon of the phone?" The corpse king Tatar said, wanting to poke the screen of the phone with his sharp nails.

But Hua Yingjun hurriedly stopped him.

If the phone is broken, he will probably sing along, and he must not let the phone go wrong.

"Corpse King, that's not how it works, let me demonstrate it to you."

As Hua Yingjun said, he quickly unlocked the phone, and then used his finger to swipe back and forth on the interface. The operation was smooth and smooth.

The corpse king on the side widened his eyes, looked helplessly at his ten-centimeter-long nails, and then at the length of Hua Yingjun's nails, and couldn't help but fell into contemplation and embarrassment.

Nails are too long to scratch the phone!
This is how to do?Could it be that the corpse king had to cut off all his nails in pain in order to use this magic weapon?

A corpse king without nails is still a corpse king.

This price is a bit high! (Note: The nails of the Tartar corpse king cannot be retracted freely.)
After weighing for a long time, the corpse king said solemnly to Hua Yingjun, "This magic weapon of the mobile phone is really unpredictable, and this king can't control it for a while. As this king said, you use it for me to see."

Hua Yingjun nodded, saying yes again and again, as long as he was still useful, the corpse king would not kill him, and he still had hope of escaping.

"You call out the novel you just mentioned to me first." The corpse king ordered sharply.

"Ah? What novel?" Hua Yingjun was confused.

"It's the novel that records the effects of this scarecrow magic weapon. I want to see what the world will look like 800 years from now."

Hua Yingjun was stunned. If he remembered correctly, it should be a novel of fairy tales, in which the main character finally became a saint and became a ancestor, the kind that transcends everything.

"Corpse King, are you sure you want to watch it?!"

"Stop talking nonsense, take the magic weapon of your mobile phone, and find it for me." The corpse king shouted sharply.

Hua Yingjun has a feeling of dumbfounding. The corpse king actually wants to read novels. What kind of manipulation is he doing? Could it be that he wants to find cultivation methods from novels, or does he want to discover the secrets of the current world through novels? Think about the unrestrained fantasy in novels In the world, it is hard to imagine how the corpse king will react after seeing it.

Maybe he will be scared by the world of the novel and become suspicious of the corpse, shut himself in place, and never dare to step out of the Yuan tomb again.

Or, attracted by the gorgeous world in the novel, in a fit of rage, he led three thousand corpse soldiers to sweep across the Central Plains.

No matter what happens to the dead king after reading the novel.

Hua Yingjun couldn't refuse the corpse king's request, so he had no choice but to open a certain app on his phone.

Silently opened the Xianxia category.

"Corpse King, all the information you want is inside, take your time."

The corpse king was serious, took the phone with a solemn expression, and clicked on the first fairy tale novel.

"Huh?! What's this word?" The corpse king was surprised, he didn't know simplified characters at all.

Hua Yingjun quickly explained, "This is simplified Chinese. If you can't read, there is a voice function here. If it doesn't work, I'll read it to you."

How could the corpse king trust the information that Hua Yingjun read to him, and decisively chose the voice playback function.

Then, the story of Xianxia novels echoed in the Supreme Hall.

"A vast wasteland, uninhabited."

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Ye Limi looked at her father Tatar with empty eyes, was silent for a long time, then turned and left the Supreme Hall silently, her heart was cold 800 years ago.

The corpse king Tatar looked at the departing Lost from the corner of his eye, shook his head helplessly, and then continued to listen to the fairy tale novel.

The relationship between father and daughter has opened an invisible sky.

The most chilling thing about this world is that there is no organization or individual teaching men how to be good fathers.

Tatar was a good general, but he was definitely not a good father.

……

Pfft!

Silence only felt that his body became light and light, like turning into air, without weight. When he felt the weight of his body again, he had already left the Supreme Hall and appeared in a strange environment.

Silently and carefully observing the surroundings, it was still an extremely dark and humid place, so it seemed that he still hadn't left the Yuan Tomb, but was just teleported to a relatively safe place by the substitute scarecrow.

That's right, Shen Mo just used the substitute scarecrow to block the deadly blow of the corpse king, and was teleported to a safe place by the substitute scarecrow's ability.

Shen Shen has planned to use the power of the substitute scarecrow to escape from the sky since he held Ye Li lost.

Although the development of the situation was different from what he expected, fortunately, he was still alive and was not beheaded by the runaway corpse king, and Uncle Lame and the others escaped from the Yuan Tomb safely.

Now only Shen Mo and Hua Yingjun are left in the Yuan tomb.

Silence naturally has a plan for the next step. He wants to take down the corpse king by himself before the support from the Super Bureau arrives.

Because the task introduction is very clear, the task rewards will be issued according to the silent participation.

If Shen Mo wiped out the corpse king by himself, he would definitely be rewarded [-]%.

Therefore, he had to find a way to continue to show off the dead king Tatar.

He stood up, looked around, and carefully looked around, only to realize that he came to a huge and extremely empty school field.

He subconsciously took a step and stepped on the brick in front of him. The next moment, the brick began to sink, making a mechanical creaking sound.

Mo Mo was startled, secretly thinking that he wouldn't be so sloppy, stepping on the mechanism with one foot, right?

Just when he was cautiously guarding, like a chain reaction, the bricks and stones on the school ground sank one by one, gradually revealing the hole beneath the school ground.

Shen Mo stood still and didn't dare to make any moves. He didn't see the changes in front of him until all the dust settled.

The school field, which was originally unobstructed, was actually standing neatly at this moment with corpse soldiers in armor.

These corpse soldiers are all in the prime of life, each of them is strong and strong, with a strong back and waist, and is extremely brave. Even if they turn into corpse soldiers, they are several times stronger than ordinary zombies.

Silence suddenly realized that they were the three thousand corpse soldiers under the corpse king Tatar, and the corpse king Tatar wanted to rely on these three thousand corpse soldiers to revive the great yuan he talked about.

Hey!

Silently looked at the three thousand corpse soldiers, the smile on his face gradually became crazy.

He suddenly thought of a very good method, which would definitely teach the corpse king Tatar a good lesson.

(End of this chapter)