The elders such as Guangcheng were also shocked. These tablets have immortal souls. At this time, these green smoke manifested special words.

"Destiny!"

"How is it possible? Is he really the Son of Destiny?"

Everyone was shocked. The Son of Destiny in the temple was not a barbarian, but a member of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The word destiny hovered over the head of the thirteenth left. The thirteenth left always felt weird. It felt that many people were looking down and examining themselves.

"Thirteen, rest assured!"

The Holy Lord Yuan was excited again. The thirteenth from the left was the inheritor of Emperor Xia. In this life, he really has the appearance of a great emperor. These heroic spirits also fell in the Dark Ages, and some heroic spirits really accepted the thirteenth from the left.

"Sister Holy Master, I am not the Son of Destiny!"

The thirteen on the left refused. After all, he was a zombie and had lost his spirit body. The real emperor had nothing to do with him.

The thirteenth from the left will become the zombie king in the future.

"No, you are!"

"Holy Lord, only part of the heroic spirits admit it!"

Guangcheng and others finally discovered the problem. Among these tablets, only the heroic spirit at the top admitted it, and the oldest heroic spirit at the top did not admit it.

"Let him go into the cemetery, let the Heroic Spirit choose yourself!"

Holy Master Yuan stood up proudly, she didn't need to bow down anymore, and gave everything to the heroic spirits.

"Can he enter the cemetery? Except for the guards, no one else is allowed to enter the cemetery!"

"Elder, do you think people recognized by some of the heroic spirits are not eligible to enter?"

Saint Lord Yuan sneered. The elders in Guangcheng were obviously lacking in confidence, and those disciples looked at Zuo Thirteen and remained silent for a long time.

"Let me go into the cemetery?"

The thirteenth from the left has no choice but to obey the Holy Lord. At this time everyone walked out of the Hall of Valor and headed toward the depths. There is a cloister in front, in this corridor, all are source icicles.

These source icicles actually sealed a handful of ancient soldiers. Most of these ancient soldiers are sage soldiers, extreme sage soldiers, but there are many defects in them.

"These are used by the heroic spirits, guard this place in the self-styled source ice!"

"Is the heroic spirit just the soul?"

The thirteen on the left looked curiously, and with a single sentence, Sheng Shengyuan glared at him.

"Presumptuous, no nonsense!"

Guangcheng also looked at Zuo Thirteen angrily, how could this guy be the Son of Destiny.

"I just asked, can't it?"

Zuo Thirteen fearlessly looked at Guangcheng, Guangcheng's veteran supreme, his angry beard flew away.

"My brother asks, can't it?" Shengzhuyuan said the same.

"Heroic spirits are immortal and come from the sacred flame heritage!"

"They are not souls, they are just spirits, a kind of spirit that can survive!"

"They can't practice, they can only use the cemetery and the power of faith to exist..."

"Lonely...wild ghost?"

The last two words, the thirteenth from the left did not say, and at this time, outside the cemetery, an old man was sweeping the floor. This old man is too old, but the thirteenth left feels a powerful aura.

"This old man, the blood is delicious!"

In the temple, apart from Lan Wushuang, the old man in the cemetery actually made the thirteen zombies on the left boil.

"Old Jiang!"

Holy Lord Yuan bowed to the old man, and the other elders did the same, but these people ignored the old man. This old man, a sinner, is forever sealed in the cemetery.

Once was also the great elder, once let a heroic spirit out of the grave, causing evil.

Such sinners can still stay in the cemetery, completely because of the previous saint. But this old Jiang just sweeps the floor and never makes a sound.

The thirteen from the left came towards Mr. Jiang, his nose moved, looking at Mr. Jiang with interest.

Old Jiang is really old, with age spots and drooping eyelids, like a blind man. The closer you get, the more twilight you feel, as if people are about to die.

But the thirteenth left can feel terrible vitality in this twilight atmosphere.

"What are you still doing outside?" Holy Master Yuan looked at Zuo Shishi in confusion, why Zuo Shishi was interested in Jiang Lao.

Old Jiang is still sweeping the floor, but it seems that you also feel Zuo Shisan watching, slowly raised your head, and then stared at Zuo Shisan.

With just a glance, Zuo Shisan closed his eyes fiercely, as if everything were going to be perceived by Mr. Jiang.

"This old man is not easy!"

The thirteenth left hurriedly backed away. Older Jiang was more terrifying than these holy masters and elders. Is this, this guy, the existence of a half emperor?

Old Jiang bowed his head again, vicissitudes and indifferent, sinful, always sweeping the floor, non-stop.

"Don't look, he has no cultivation base!"

"He is a sinner and can only sweep the floor?"

"You said he has no cultivation base?"

Left Thirteen couldn't help but hum, what's going on with these people? Obviously, this old man sweeping the floor is really Niubi, Sheng Zhuyuan and others did not find it.

"Go into the cemetery!"

Everyone was standing at the entrance of the cemetery. Inside the cemetery, there were tombs. However, these tombs have been taken care of. The white jade is the stele and the chalcedony is the tomb.

Emerald cypresses are all in it.

At this time, there was a spiritual body in the tomb.

"What? These are heroic spirits?"

The thirteenth from the left glanced, and there were two thousand tombs here.

And there are three hundred heroes who manifest in the front. These heroic spirits are really the same as ghosts, they look like they were alive, wearing heavy armor. However, some heroic spirits are disabled, losing their heads, palms, arms, etc.

Incomplete soul, immortal heroic spirit.

"Son of Destiny!"

Seeing the thirteenth from the left, the three hundred heroic spirits all showed kindness. These people seemed to see Emperor Xia. After all, these people had followed Emperor Xia and resisted the darkness.

"Come on!"

The Holy Lord is very happy, these heroic spirits can recognize the thirteenth from left.

"Lord Heroic Spirit, please, it depends on how you choose?"

Guangcheng and others also looked at the heroic spirits. It was only three hundred heroic spirits, and most of the heroic spirits had to recognize it for this to work.

"Come on!"

The Holy Master Yuan also floated up suddenly, she was different from these heroic spirits, she had spells, she was the Yuan Soul. And these heroic spirits, only the spirit body, can only communicate.

"Me, go in?"

The thirteenth from the left looked at the hero in front. In fact, the thirteenth from the left felt that there were three hundred lonely ghosts on the opposite side. That feeling made the thirteenth from the left really strange.

"Come on, Son of Destiny!"

A hero walked out, tall, like a giant spirit god, with heavy armor carved into a **** pattern.

"Can speak?"

Left thirteenth was shocked again, and the hero looked at Zuo thirteen excitedly, and then said to the other heroes: "It is not a loss to be able to see the inheritors of Xia Huang."

"Yes, this kid is good, he is very strong!"

"It's just this cultivation base, it's weird?"

These heroic spirits were all discussing, and the thirteenth from left heard his scalp numb.

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