Genius Daddy in the City

Chapter 1002: A hundred tombstones! (Four more)

Batu, also known as a ghost town.

Since ancient times, this place has been regarded as the home of people after death, and the facilities in the capital are based on the world's fantasy of the underworld.

Such as Guimenguan, Huangquan Road, Zhesicheng, Yanluodian, Wangxiangtai, Wangchuan River, Sanshengshi, eighteen floors of hell, Naihe Bridge, six reincarnations and the like.

This is a cultural heritage that has been rooted in China for thousands of years, despite being denied by today's scientific outlook.

But still satisfy the world's curiosity.

Therefore, Badu, located in Bayu, has become a tourist attraction. Every year, countless tourists come in and come in close contact with their innermost unwillingness to accept, and they cannot hold back the feudal psychology.

On Huangquan Road.

When Ye Chen and others chased here, they found that the two who had fled in front of them suddenly disappeared.

Luo Tianya frowned: "Strange, these two people are going to catch up with their eyes. Why did they suddenly disappear?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is Huangquan Road, known as the place where ghosts are attracted." Ye Chen spoke slowly.

The crowd couldn't help but look around, but it was a quiet path that came into their eyes, and it looked like a tongue from a distance.

There were no bright flowers on either side of the path, and there were no lush trees.

Instead, there are tombstones. The tombstones can't be seen at the end, there are no weeds beside them, and some are just white flowers and burning candles.

As the cold wind blew, the candlelight continued to extinguish, and petals floated quietly, like white paper money for the dead under the tombstones.

"Woohoo ..."

The cold wind is like a cry, like a cry, it seems to be telling the people who have arrived here everything.

Low, sad, sad ...

Gradually someone followed, but they were shocked by the countless tombstones in front of them.

There are so many tombstones in Badu!

"How could this be, how could this be !!!!!!"

Someone murmured to himself: "I have been here, and there were only artificial flowers carved on the other side of Huangquan Road. Why are there so many tombstones suddenly?"

Everyone was shocked.

Did not think he was crazy.

Because this 酆 is just a tourist attraction, everything is built after the legendary 酆 capital.

A strong man took a cold breath: "I feel we are approaching an unknown secret ..."

At this time, the old man with the sword stepped on the sword light and fell to a tombstone, and the whole man suddenly stopped.

"The sage of Kunwu fell in 370 BC. Before he died, he killed one person for nine days, and flew three great gods ..."

I saw his body tremble, and an extremely husky voice came out of his mouth slowly.

With his words fall!

There was no sound at the scene.

Countless people's eyes showed horror.

saint!

Turns out to be a saint's tomb!

The sword-holder's eyes fell beside the tombstone in front of him, and there, there was a dagger inserted above the grave bag.

It's just that the dagger has long been rotten, apparently in the long years, the instrumental spirit in it has also fallen.

"Hmm ..."

Another strong man fell in front of a tombstone, and said in his mouth: "The saint Cangxuan fell in 370 BC. He blew himself up before he died.

"The Sage of Chiyang, fell in 370 BC, intercepted an extra-territorial religion in Kunlun Mountain with his own power, and eventually died fighting!"

"The Sage of the Heavenly Yuan, fallen in 371 BC, was besieged and sacrificed by the Seven Sacred Immortals ..."

"Brian the Great Magus, fell in 375 BC, and at the expense of his life, he performed holy light to cling to a city and fight to the last person ..."

"Miyafuji Sword Master, fallen in 390 BC, at the cost of samsara, he wielded the last sword of his life ..."

"Amor Wolf King ..."

"..."

As the handwriting on the tombstones was interpreted one by one, the faces of everyone became more and more ugly. In the end, waves of turbulent waves set in their hearts.

Silent, silent like death!

No one spoke, everyone was madly digesting the information on the tombstone, only to feel the thunder in their heads.

A hundred tombstones!

There are a hundred tombstones here!

And the master of the tombstone was saint cultivated before his life!

In other words, a hundred saints are buried here!

Even though there is a resurgence of qi, there are almost no saints in the world, and the quasi-saint is already the highest state at present!

However, there are a hundred saints buried here!

How not to shock people! !! !!

"Hahahaha!"

A crazy laughter broke the silence, and saw a person shed his hair, showing a crazy laugh: "Fake, it must be fake, I don't believe it, hahaha ..."

He laughed and kicked a tombstone.

"Jack!"

"presumptuous!"

This rude scene of this person immediately angered most of the people present. The old sword-bearer slashed in the past: "This is the sleeping place of my holy saints, how dare you profane !!!

After the man had his arm severed by a sword, he smashed and flew out. Then he woke up, and then burst into tears.

"Baisheng falls, Baisheng falls !!!"

Some also followed with tears: "What did my people experience? Why did Baisheng fall here!"

Despair, incomparable despair!

The saint is a legendary existence and is considered to be the most powerful person, but it still falls, and once it falls, there are hundreds.

How can they accept these quasi saints? How not to despair for it! !! !!

Ye Chen stepped out, glanced at each tombstone in turn, and his face became dignified.

"Tomb of All Saints, Tomb of All Saints !!!"

Luo Tianya's mood collapsed, and this extremely self-confident heavenly pride was also sad: "Of the one hundred tombstones here, there are more than fifty of them in my country !!!"

"I see, I finally understand!"

Ye Chen set off ripples in his heart: "No wonder the saints in Kunlun Market have disappeared, no wonder the saint road in Kunlun Market is broken ..."

"It turns out ... most of them died and were buried here!"

He clenched his fists and looked sadly at the lines on the tombstone: "The time difference between these lives and deaths is between 370 BC and 470 BC, a full 100 years. It must have been a catastrophe in a hundred years! "

Huang Quan's ancestors came over at this time, his eyes focused on a tombstone, which read:

"The Sage of Chiyang, fell in 370 BC, intercepted an extra-territorial religion in Kunlun Mountain with his own power, and eventually died fighting!"

He couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Ye Daoyou, my ancestor suspects that the catastrophe you said should be related to extraterritorial powers!"

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(Ps: Chapter 4, the book has broken a thousand chapters by December 10, 2019. Thank you for your company along the way. Some people say that company is the longest confession. Here, I solemnly thank everyone. At the same time, I will also apologize for the previous update issues. It will be a new year soon. I will maintain a good state to create more exciting stories for everyone, and accept everyone's future supervision and criticism, and correct them one by one, thanks!

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