I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

　　An Bulang heard the majestic voice and couldn't help looking at the statue behind him.

　　 The White King statue suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance, illuminating the entire tomb.

　　 "Give you another chance to choose again, come and worship me!"

　　 The majestic voice echoed again in the tomb.

　　An Bulang mouth could not help but twitched, turned around and clenched his fists against the treasure door again and smashed hard!

　　 Boom! !

　　 There was another tremor in the tomb.

　　 The material of the door is terribly hard, and it is still not broken.

　　 "Bold!"

　　 came a majestic anger.

　　 The ground began to shake.

　　 The colorful pictures on the walls burst into a strange light.

　　 On the ground, a large white burst rose, and the huge and terrible gravity covered the teenager's body, making him feel his body weighed like a mountain, and his musculoskeletal all made an overwhelming sound. Not only that, but a chain of glowing lights suddenly blasted from the ground, trying to wind the teenager.

　　 "Interesting, the formation actually hides so deeply." An Bulang immediately used his body to hide, and his eyes looked at the large formation on the ground, trying to find out the flaws of the large formation.

　　 At this time, several fierce beasts fighting the White King on the colorful pictures on the walls suddenly jumped out of the picture, there are white phosphorus pythons, six claw ghosts, and rotten corpse thousand pupils...

　　 The terrible beast power stirred the burial chamber, the roar of the fierce beast was extremely piercing, and one by one opened the giant mouth of the blood basin, or stretched the claws, and attacked without going against the waves!

"Interesting, it's actually a combined array, with the ground as the trapped array, and the painting as the kill array, the two arrays blend together, complement each other, and look like one..." An Bulang carried gravity, while avoiding the attack of the beasts, commenting with a smile. "It seems that the master of the cemetery's formation skills is okay. No wonder he can make a gate alone as the gate of the formation..."

　　The thousand eyes of the rotten corpse thousand pupils suddenly ejected all of them, and the blood mist sprayed the room, and the round eyes were connected to a highly venomous meat line, and they walked away like a venomous snake.

　　An Bulang was frightened by this exaggerated disgusting scene.

　　 Glazed eyes pupil supernatural powers, burning empty!

　　 The golden flame burned the void, and all future eyeballs were burned to ashes, and the flames also spread along the flesh of the eyeballs to the rotten corpse thousand pupil round body monster.

　　 "Ao..." The round monster was burned by a strange flame, screaming and struggling, and it soon turned into a ink to dissipate.

"The most feared thing in the painting class method is the flame. My glazed yang fire rank is not low, and it can break through this painting array perfectly!" An Bulang's double pupils dazzled like Yang, and continued to sweep towards the rest of the beasts, blinking , All fierce beasts were burned by the flames.

　　 one fierce beast screamed and was burned into liquid.

　　 On the wall, there were still many fierce beasts who wanted to show their heads, glanced at the fire in the tomb, and then silently retracted it.

　　An Bulang also wanted to lead the glaze to the wall.

　　 As a result, the voice seemed to be anxious.

　　 "Stop it!"

　　 The space inside the tomb was shrouded by a terrible force.

　　 The force was like an invisible wind, and it instantly swept away the glazed blaze that even the air could burn.

　　An Bulang's body was actually suppressed by that force at the next moment!

　　The power suppresses not only the flesh but also the soul and consciousness.

　　The power of the soul? !

　　 An Bulang was shocked and wanted to break free of the bondage. As a result, his body was affected by invisible forces, as if every inch of skin had an invisible hand at work, controlling his body.

　　 This kind of control power of the gods and souls, even if it is the old-style **** sea realm, it is difficult to achieve!

　　An Bulang was finally panicked, and immediately put away Liu Liyang pupil, and released his own sense to the maximum, loudly said: "Go, go, I stop, I stop now!"

　　 The statue in the center of the tomb is still full of light.

　　 The voice came from somewhere: "Worship me!"

　　An Bu Lang: "..."

　　Is this man crazy, why is it so obsessed with kneeling?

　　 is obviously a dead person, what's the point of getting this thing? !

and many more!

　　An Bulang suddenly shivered.

　　 If... the owner of the statue in front of him, did he die?

　　Once this idea appears, it is difficult to suppress it.

　　If the owner of the statue is not dead, then the people who entered the cemetery bow down to the owner of the statue, and there are countless effects...

　　 For example, collect wish power.

　　 Even more ruthless, once kneeling, the statue owner can more easily enforce certain contracts, such as slave contracts, such as sacrifice contracts, and refining contracts...

　　 Thinking of this, An Bulang's expression became solemn.

　　 "Who is the senior?"

　　 "Why pretend to be a ghost here?!"

　　An Bulang's words echoed in the tomb, but no one responded.

　　 "Worship me!!" The majestic and solemn voice was a little stronger.

　　An Bu Lang: "..."

　　 Suddenly, the terrible power of the soul came to An Bulang again.

　　 An Bulang's body moved himself.

　　He wants to resist that power, but the power is everywhere and extremely powerful. He wants to resist, but he can't resist at all. Even if the other party wants him to stab himself, he can't do anything...

　　 This is the real involuntary.

　　 Become a fish meat to be slaughtered!

　　 "Damn..." Anbulang Shenshu cave Shenxuan cave opened at the same time, during the surge of the momentum, the whole body trembles violently, it is necessary to break away from that spirit power, and as a result, the soul power suddenly surged again!

　　An Bulang's body was fixed again!

　　He was so sad in his heart that he did not expect that such a strange thing still existed on the surface of the ordinary tomb.

　　 So controlled by the power of the soul, he walked step by step to the front of the white statue.

　　 The statue is lifeless. It is certain that An Langlang is the item where the owner of the cemetery stays here and wants to pick it up to do something.

　　I don't know when the stone tablet slowly emerged three burning incense.

"This……"

　　 stunned for a while.

　　 Is this going from kneeling to becoming incense?

　　What is this operation?

Does 　　 statue like to be incense?

　　 But if it is Shangxiang, it is close to the direction of wishing power and merit. The stronger and the better the existence of the immortal fragrant incense it, then the stronger its wishing power and merit. This is generally something that is not necessary for the physical and spiritual cultivation.

　　 knew the other party's purpose, but the fear in An Bulang's heart was much less.

　　 Force him to worship like this, in fact, the wish and merit of the harvest will be reduced a lot, but the statue obviously does not care about these, just to worship him!

　　An Bulang was controlled by the mysterious spirit power, slowly picked up the three incenses on the stone tablet, and a force came from the waist, forcing him to attach his body, the head came the power, let him bow his head!

　　 is too strong to stop it.

　　Although he has been resisting, An Bulang can only slowly lower his body. When the body is attached halfway, there is a force in the underworld and it starts to fall on the statue...

　　 The power seemed to be very powerful and pure, making the statues tremble with excitement.

　　 This is only half of worship, not even the prelude, and the energetic wish and merit are so rich and powerful. If it is true to worship, what kind of shocking blessings should it be?

　　 "Ahhhhhhhh!" the statue chanted gently.

　　 was very dignified before, this is the first time it made such a sound.

　　An Bulang's body was still pressed down by a force of divine soul.

　　 But suddenly, roaring and cracking sound came from somewhere.

　　 The big horror suddenly came at this moment.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." The scream of the statue was as violent as to pierce the eardrums. It seemed to be suffering great pain. Its white jade-like surface suffered some kind of terrifying power and began to appear countless. crack.

　　 The mysterious spirit power that enveloped An Bulang disappeared.

　　 An Bulang froze for a moment, and saw the miserable appearance of the statue.

　　 Not everyone is qualified to accept his worship...

　　 Regained his freedom, An Bulang, looking at the statue that was hit hard, did not want to escape.

　　He has a bold idea.

　　An Bulang smiled, clenching the three incense sticks with white smoke in his hands, his body continued to bend down, his head buried low...

　　 Don't you want to worship?

　　 Then I will fulfill your wish!

　　 "No... no... no..." The statue screamed in horror.

　　An Bulang was more excited when he heard this, and he didn’t stop!

　　 The great terror came.

　　 "Boom!!!"

　　 A loud noise.

　　 The white statue exploded in place! !

　　An Bulang can even perceive that there is a soul power that is directly beaten to death.

　　 "This power..."

　　 "Too hanged?"

　　An Bulang was shocked to see the white debris everywhere.

　　 He knows that he has a deep relationship, and the ordinary ghost nerves can't stop him, but he didn't expect to really worship~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The other party will be destroyed so that there is no leftover...

　　 An Bu Lang aura flashed.

　　 After encountering ghosts and gods who can't cope with it, wouldn't it be good to worship it?

　　 is not right, in case the other party is strong enough to withstand my worship, after how much, how strong must the other party become?

　　 "Boom Boom Boom!"

　　 The five doors exploded suddenly, frightening An Bulang, and disturbed his thoughts.

　　 "Hold the grass, isn't this door opening slowly, but was it exploding?" An Bulang looked at the five doors in different passages in front of him, looking at the broken door panel there, and his mouth twitched a few times.

　　 Suddenly he looked again at the cracked statue.

　　 There was a slight fluctuation of power, which attracted his attention.

　　An Bulang walked forward, pulled a large pile of rubble, and saw a deep red bead, spinning quietly in the middle of the rubble.

　　An Bulang picked up the beads and started to be extremely cold. At first glance, it seemed nothing special. When I felt it carefully, I found that it contained a very strong virtue!

　　I don't know how many prayers of the soul were collected before they gathered into such a bead.

　　 "This is a baby..." An Bulang was excited.

　　 The words written on the door, but he can see clearly, clearly, there are so many babies in the cemetery, just have the ability to get it!

　　An Bulang put the beads into the ring, and turned to look at the five passages where the gate was blown up, showing a kind smile.

　　 This is what you said.

　　Although you can get it...

　　I'm not in trouble, I'm welcome!