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Chapter 814 I don't want to become the person I hate, but I was dug up before I passed the first chapter

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    Qin Yang was not in a hurry to save himself, after unlocking the refining state of the ugly chicken, looking at the listless ugly chicken, Qin Yang comforted him in turn.

    "Don't frown, I tricked you back then and refined you. Didn't you not like it?"

    "Qin Youde, your uncle! Do you think that the ancestors won't be able to use them when they are fighting for life?" The ugly chicken was about to cry angrily.

    "In that case, I can indeed ask you for help, but I really don't want to see anyone die in front of me anymore, and it's useless for you to come out.

    I have calculated all the means, but they are useless. I only have one choice.

    And I will only choose this way.

    Even I will die.  "

    It was very rare for Qin Yang to pat the ugly chicken on the head kindly.

    At that time, the Emperor Ying, to him, was absolute power, absolutely enough to defeat ten meetings with one force.

    Any small means will have no effect.

    Even in the end, Emperor Ying remained silent. If Qin Yang didn't try his best, the opponent stood there motionless and carried it hard. Qin Yang couldn't hack him to death for a year.

    He can only continue to risk his life, and by the way, kill his own vitality.

    What kind of protective means, what means of surrogate death, can't stop the real injury.

    Being able to achieve this step is actually due to the previous layers of layout and layer-by-layer weakening, which made Emperor Ying's strength continue to plummet, and even had a flaw that could be regarded as a weakness.

    Only in this way can the sword stab through Emperor Ying's heart at the end, killing his vitality.

    When Qin Yang thinks about it calmly now, he also feels that this is the best situation beyond the limit.

    After reassuring the others, Qin Yang suddenly laughed as he looked at the standing body of Emperor Ying.

    He did have an idea to crush the body of Emperor Ying who had been saved, so that he could not even keep his ashes.

    But after thinking about it, it's already like this now.

    Forget it, I have been working for a lifetime to kill a super dragon, and I can't smash my own signboard at the end.

    He took out a coffin and enshrined Emperor Ying's body. He also lit three incense sticks for him and put them in front of the coffin.

    "Emperor Ying, the grievances between you and me, from today onwards, will be wiped out. If you go all the way, I will come soon."

    I found a place, dug an earthen grave, buried Emperor Ying, and sank into the ground, which was regarded as a burial.

    After finishing these, Qin Yang didn't have any thoughts, and went to prepare the mausoleum for himself.

    I took a look at the surrounding environment.

    ?It seems that it has been destroyed a lot, but the green hills are still there. In two years, this place will become a lush and beautiful place with mountains and water.

    Emperor Ying didn't have any mausoleums, and he didn't want them anymore. Anyway, people are dead, so what's the use of mausoleums? It's no different from an earthen grave built with two handfuls of loess.

    I dug a hole, took out a coffin, lay down in it by myself, closed the coffin lid, and with a thought, the earthen tomb outside closed.

    Not even a tombstone.

    Qin Yang looked at the mark that appeared on the back of his hand, closed his eyes, slowly stretched out a hand, and pressed it on his chest.

    All of a sudden, he found that there seemed to be many things that he hadn't explained, many things that he hadn't had time to do, life was in a hurry, and when he finally left, he realized that there were so many things to do.

    He suddenly understood and understood.

    Why are there so many people who would rather become ominous after death than stay in the world.

    I dare not think about it any more, the more I think about it, the more reluctant I am to give up.

    "I'm dead, who can expect anything from me?

    But pull it down, go as you like.  "

    Heartbroken, Qin Yang activated his skills.

    The imprint on the back of the hand lit up, and the "pick up" imprint turned into a phantom of a hand and penetrated into his body.

    The phantom retracted, and Qin Yang felt that something seemed to be missing in his body.

    It seems that there is no difference.

    Unlike the usual transcendence, he is still conscious and can feel something.

    The large golden light in the palm almost blinded his eyes.

    More than a dozen golden light spheres were pulled out in a swarm, as if they were threaded into a string.

    When there are more and more golden light spheres, those golden light spheres are fused together one after another. After the color is bright to the extreme, the center turns into pure black without the slightest halo.Once, but Bai Lin was not resurrected again.

    His supernatural powers were banned.

    Unless he can get out of the scope of Jue Tian Di Tong, otherwise, he will never open his eyes again.

    Qin Yang buckled the coffin lid, sat on his own coffin lid, lost in thought with a tangled expression.

    I don't want people to live in peace after death, so I just want to be a dead person who keeps his own law and order.

    If you don't want to build a mausoleum, do you have to force people to do it?

    After thinking for a long time, Qin Yang let out a long sigh.

    The experience of the ancestors is not unreasonable.

    Who would have thought that the grave would be dug up before even a single chapter had passed.

    Let's build it, just build it here, covered by the silent field, and build it into a mausoleum that no one under the Taoist can pry open, so that no one can dig his grave.

    Turning around, looking at Bai Lin whose head was shot, Qin Yang couldn't help rubbing his hands.

    Bai Lin is dead, right?

    Otherwise, overdo it?

    Anyway, idle is idle.

    Stepping forward, he reached out to touch Bai Lin.

    next moment.

    On the back of his right hand, the imprint of picking up lit up.

    But on the back of his left hand, another mark lit up.

    That one is obviously in the same style as picking up the imprint, but the palm is an upward imprint.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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