Fantasy World Transmigration - 814. Chapter 814 The title of Dimension Warrior

Wang Chen felt that he had gone through a long period of darkness, and his soul was utterly desolate, as if he had spent a longer life than him. He only remembered hearing a click, the soft sound of the mechanical lock opening, that kind of muddy The feeling gradually left him. He faintly saw a white light appeared in front of his eyes, and a vague sound came from his ears.

Am i dead?

It seems not yet!

In his memory, fireballs fell from the sky, burning everywhere, like the end of the day, standing on the street in despair, waiting for death, but then? –Can not remember!

He seems to be lying in a small but very comfortable iron box. Is it a coffin? That’s thanks to the country for not compulsory cremation. Wang Chen is already awake, but he doesn’t want to open his eyes, and now someone is speaking in his ear. A young teenager who has not changed his voice said in fear: “Master! The physical coffin of the Great Heavenly Venerable Living is glowing!”

“It’s the Great Heavenly Sovereign Dharmakaya of China Life-Saving!” A slightly old voice sounded, and then came the applause of him slapped the young man’s scalp fiercely.

“You wicked disciple!” Then the old voice scolded: “Everyone tells this iron coffin is the most precious treasure of our descendant line of Maoshan, the ancestral artifact, our ancestor of Maoshan has obtained this heavenly life and salvation heaven. The coffin has realized the corpse refining and corpse driving spells, and you dare to move with the ancestor’s heavy weapon… See if I will not kill you as a villain!”

“Didn’t I just want to re-understand the patriarch’s spell from this iron coffin?” the young man said aggrieved.

“Master, you said that we are descended from the line of Maoshan, but the Taoist priest from the Taiqing Temple on Phoenix Mountain said that we imposted their Maoshan Dharma, and said that Master, you didn’t even pay for the Taoist priest, saying that we were just It’s not from Maoshan at all to eat dead people’s food and pick up bones for people to die.”

“Nonsense!” The old man blew his beard and stared, breathlessly saying: “They lost the spell handed down by the Grandmaster of the Nine Lords and let the people in the Chaotian Palace in Nanjing take it away. Instead, they blamed our direct lineage and caused us. After driving out of the Shangqing Palace, our Maoshan was the best at the Yinshen corpse magic spell, but now they say that those of us who still insist on the ancestor’s veins are evil ways! It is unreasonable!”

“My teacher’s palace is dead, and we have to see the day when we descended to Maoshan, retrieved the ancestor’s spells, and drove the golden armored corpse to the Qing palace!”

The young man heard this and said angrily: “The Nine Lords Patriarch can comprehend the spells from the coffin of the flesh body, why can’t we?” He said excitedly: “Wait for us to comprehend the Thirteen Laws of the Corpse from the Patriarch’s legacy, We must be able to reproduce the grandeur of our visit to Maoshan and dominate the three provinces in the southeast of the Zhengyi School! Taking into account the ancestral rules, when the people of the Shangqing Palace come, should we let them be humiliated?”

“Shangqing Palace comes to the door?” The old man’s Master Palace keenly noticed something, and asked anxiously: “You wicked disciple, what’s going on? The Shangqing Palace is for no reason. Why do you want to come to the door? Are you taking care of the ancestor’s legacy? Speaking out?”

The young man suddenly became apprehensive and hesitated: “The Taoist priest from the other courtyard of the Shangqing Palace laughed at us, and I was angry…”

The teacher’s palace was anxious, and slapped his little apprentice with his hand. He roared: “You…you are confused! We have no power and power, let the Shangqing Palace know. There is also the life of our teacher and apprentice. Do you dislike us for picking up bones from the dead. Did the master forget you with a bite? With this little skill left by the ancestors. Although our masters and disciples are a bit rejected by others, we have nothing to worry about.”

“But do you want to be a teacher when you are a rebel who caused a catastrophe?”

Speaking of the teacher’s palace, he trot all the way, and said to his apprentice: “If it weren’t for me, you would be a shameless apprentice, and you would be my poor sister, the only son… Before you come, let’s run away.”

The little apprentice Liushen Wuzhu said: “Uncle…no, Master! What about the legacy of the ancestor?”

“At that time, Grandmaster Nine Lords saw a comet falling to the ground at night, and only three days after entering the mountain did he find this coffin. From the corpses of the gods inside, he comprehended the magic of our corpse path… This coffin was made of pure white gold and weighed more than 18,000. Jin, Patriarch Nine Lords didn’t know how much effort it took to dig it out of the mountain. Now in a hurry, move it. Let it be here! I’ll find a hidden place to bury it!”

“I will come back in the future…Anyway, I must not fall into the hands of those traitors.”

Wang Chen in the’coffin’ opened his eyes quietly and exhaled deeply-is this a TV show outside? It’s still stereo surround sound, great! I heard that some funeral and interment industries have come up with refrigerated coffins and networked coffins to meet the needs of various customers after death. There is a joke how to say: even if I die, I have to use my rotten throat to scream: mobile phone, charging, Even wifi.

Unexpectedly, there is such a service in the coffin!

Wang Chen opened his eyes and saw the glass plate less than 30 centimeters from his chest. A Dao boy wearing a bun opened his eyes and looked at him with horror. He did not have time to praise the high-end atmosphere of the coffin. On the high-end, with its own stereo 3D big screen, I saw the boy screaming.

“Master, Datianzun cheated the corpse!”

Seeing Xiaodaotong’s nose and tears streaming down his face, Wang Chen felt amused inexplicably. He stretched out his hand and pushed, and the screen in front of him suddenly slid into a three-finger gap. Xiaodaotong’s eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he pressed the’coffin’ tightly and shouted. road:

“It’s a corpse! It’s a young man! The coffin board of the life-saving god can’t hold it!”

“Smelly boy! Surprised!” The teacher’s palace walked in angrily from the front hall, and just about to scold the little apprentice, he saw the Tianzun Dharma body in his ancestor’s legacy pushing away the crystal cover on the surface of the iron coffin, and got up. Sat up.

When the teacher’s palace rolls his eyes white, he is about to faint.

The little apprentice hurried over, crying among the people who pinched the master tightly, “Master, you can’t die…you are dead, what can I do. We, Maoshan, even at the place of Grand Master Jiugong, will also practice. After a flying yaksha, now even the gods who made confessions have cheated their corpses. What can I do, apprentice? Master…”

Looking at the little Dao Tong crying to death, and listening to the dialect that was a bit like South Fujian, Wang Chen didn’t know whether to disturb their master and disciple. He looked back and knew why the master and disciple called himself Zhonghuawei. The Great God of Salvation! On the lid of the iron coffin, it was written impressively-China Multiverse Dimension Republic, Salvation Army rescue and survival warehouse.

Although they are in simplified Chinese characters, they should also be able to understand the two people in front of them, their ancient Chinese costumes and familiar dialects.

“Ahem!” Wang Chen coughed twice and said, “Excuse me. What dynasty is it now?”

“Don’t eat me!” The little apprentice wailed and collapsed on the teacher’s palace. On the contrary, it was the pain of being pinched by the earth among the people in the teacher’s palace. The abrupt pain became sober and he heard the corpse’s “Big Tianzun” speak. Human words are still the accent from the capital, but they are not so scared! People who can speak are not zombies, not zombies-then they can still live as teachers and apprentices.

He tremblingly clasped his fist towards Wang Chen and said, “Tianzun is up again, now it’s the Ming Dynasty…”

Wang Chen’s eyes lit up when he heard the’Da Ming Dynasty’…I’m this – have you crossed?

But look at the “iron coffin” underneath. This kind of life-saving warehouse is not too sci-fi, but listening to the words of the master and apprentice, it seems that the time you sleep in the life-saving warehouse is not short, and this kind of space travel can only be pointed out. The technology tree of China, the dormant warehouse of life, is not something that was born before the 21st century and was able to use it after suffering a major disaster.

And what the hell is this Chinese multiverse dimension republic?

What is the Salvation Army? Is it another name for the People’s Liberation Army?

Sit through the life-saving warehouse by yourself… It’s a bit non-mainstream! And that Jiu Gong Patriarch can comprehend the way of woolen yarn from the life-saving warehouse!

“Zhu Yuanzhang’s Ming Dynasty!” In order to prevent another Ming from the other world, Wang Chen asked specifically, and then asked, “What year is it now?”

“Enlighten Tianzun.” When the old Taoist priest in the Master Palace heard the words Zhu Yuanzhang, his brows trembled slightly, and he also learned to look like a high official in the drama, and bowed his hand and said: “Today’s name is Wanli. Forty-one years!”