My peerless Martial Emperor was exposed by a beautiful apprentice!

Chapter 5
Ling Xin'an was a little puzzled by what Ling Chen said, "Chen'er, what are you talking about?"

"Master, it's not good, it's not good, master! Something serious happened, something serious happened." At this time, a young and flustered voice came from not far away.

This is the voice of Ding Lingping from the Ling family.

What happened again?
When one thing is not settled, another thing happens again.

Ling Xin'an only felt that his head was a little big.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Ling Ping arrived, half bent, panting heavily.

Running up the mountain in one breath, it seems that I was exhausted.

"So flustered, what happened?" Ling Xin'an asked.

"Old... Master... Yin... Huh! Huh! I just got the news that Yin Ling'er of the Yin family said that tonight, our Ling family will be bloodbathed, and our Ling family will not be able to see the sun tomorrow."

"What!" Ling Xin'an was startled again.

Even Ling Tong, the old housekeeper behind him, changed his complexion.

Afterwards, Ling Xin looked back at Ling Chen: "Chen'er, what's going on?"

Today's Yin Ling'er represents Tianba Shenmen!

Tianba Shenmen wants to wash his Ling family with blood, how can he live.

"I'll tell you later.

Time is running out, those scumbags from Tianba Shenmen will kill them at any time, if you want to survive, don't be reluctant to part with these bones. "Ling Chen said.

After saying this, he turned around and began to pry the coffin with a hoe.

"What the hell happened?"

"Could it be that after this kid was abandoned by that little girl of the Yin family, he simply smashed the can and threw her into a wild beast, and gave her to that?"

"Ling Tong, go to the Yin family quickly and tell the little girl of the Yin family that as long as he is willing to let my Ling family go, I am willing to give up all my property." Ling Xin'an immediately said to Ling Tong.

"Yes, master, I understand." Ling Tong replied, and the old butler went down the mountain.

"Ling Ping, quickly get someone to prepare the carriage!" Ling Xin'an ordered to his servant Ling Ping again.

Get ready and run away!
"Master, I have asked someone to arrange it just now. Knowing that you and the young master are in the back mountain, I asked the coachman to quietly go down the mountain and wait." Ling Ping pointed with his finger and replied.

Ling's mansion is in the south, and the direction he pointed is north.

"Yes." Ling Xinan nodded.

His eyes scanned the messy ancestral cemetery again, "Don't blame the ancestors, the unworthy descendants will definitely put you back. The ancestors have spirits in the sky, and we must protect the Ling family through this difficult time!"

The eight coffins had been opened by Ling Chen, revealing eight bones.

Ling Chen walked towards the last coffin, which was Grandpa Ling Xin'an's.

"Chen'er, this is your wife and grandfather, can you take your wife and grandfather..."

Before Ling Xin'an finished speaking, Ling Chen directly interrupted: "No!"

Then he said: "Other bones can be exchanged, but not this one.

He has practiced martial arts before his death, and he has stepped into the realm of a martial artist, so I want to use this as an example. "

"Your wife, grandpa, was indeed a martial arts master in terms of martial arts achievements." Ling Xinan said, but he quickly realized:
"Huh? Chen'er, I probably haven't mentioned your wife and grandpa to you. How did you find out?"

Now, the coffin is still covered, and the bones have not been seen, so it can be seen that he had cultivated before he was alive?

This is a bit evil.

Ling Chen's hoe had already been placed on the coffin lid, Ling Xin'an couldn't bear to look at it, so he closed his old eyes.

But just as Ling Chen was about to make a move, "Eh?" He suddenly heard a light hey coming from his mouth, and retracted the hoe in his hand, "This feeling is..."

Then, seeing him turn around, Ling Xinan got up and walked forward in this cemetery.

"Push me over quickly and see what he's going to do again." Ling Xinan quickly ordered to his servant Lingping.

"Yes, sir."

Ling Chen walked and stood in front of an unnamed tombstone, which was a small grave.

At this time, Ling Xin'an was also pushed over, looked at the small grave, looked at the unnamed tombstone, and said to Ling Chen:

"This tomb has been there since I was a child. It has always been like this. I don't know which ancestor's tomb it is."

"En." Ling Chen responded softly, he was sensing.

Then he stepped forward, with the energy in his body circulating, he hoeed towards the small grave, lifting up a large area of ​​grave soil.

After a few clicks, a half-meter-long white stone coffin appeared in Ling Chen's eyes.

"Stand back." Ling Chen said, this time, his tone became a little dignified.

Ling Ping quickly followed suit, pulling Ling Xinan's wheelchair back.

Ling Chen squatted down, spread the five fingers of his right hand, and stuck it to the lid of Baishi's coffin.

Yuanli was running, and an extremely strong suction force was generated on the palm of the hand. With a sudden suction, the coffin lid was tightly sucked and lifted.

Then with a sharp flick of his right hand, the coffin lid was thrown far away.

The next moment, Ling Chen only felt an incomparably ferocious and sinister force rushing out of the sarcophagus towards him.

Immediately, the grave was full of dark wind, "Woo~~~Woo~~~" The wind howled, faintly sounding as if someone was sobbing, which was creepy.

"Ah! There is... a ghost!" Ling Ping's complexion changed drastically, his legs turned pale from fright, and his legs trembled.

Ling Xin'an also felt bad all over, "Cough, cough cough." He coughed again.

"Don't blame, don't blame, old ancestors, don't blame." Ling Ping folded his hands together, trembling, while chanting silently.

It was the first time he had seen such a strange scene in such a big age, and it was in the cemetery in the middle of the night, so he was really terrified.

Ling Chen had been prepared for a long time, and the third blood-colored eyes quietly opened, a mysterious force was generated in the blood eyes, which wrapped up all the sinister forces rushing towards him, and rolled them back into the sarcophagus.

With both eyes, staring closely at the coffin, "It really is the dead bones of the underworld!"

The dead bones of Mingsha, according to legend, are transformed into after death by a person who is pregnant with the Yin body of Mingsha.

Zhiyin Zhisha, if a person with this kind of body grows up, he will be extremely talented in practicing Zhiyin Zhisha kung fu.

In the history of Tianyuan Continent, tens of thousands of years ago, there was a supremely powerful man who possessed a Yin body of the evil spirit, who cultivated the Heavenly Yin and Underworld Kungfu, and defeated all the creatures of that era.

However, it is almost impossible for a person with a Yin body to survive. The skeleton in Ling Chen's eyes now is a small skeleton, covered in jet black, but as big as a baby.

It should have lived only a few months before dying.

"Okay!" Ling Chen grinned coldly.

With the dead bones of the underworld as the eyes of the formation, there will be no problem in laying down the blood formation.

"As long as this emperor's blood fiend is here, hehe, shit Tianba Shenmen, this emperor will make you ants come and go!"

The strong suction was generated from the palm of Ling Chen's right hand, and the dead bone of Mingsha lying in the coffin was directly sucked up, and Ling Chen grabbed it in his hand.

As soon as his hand touched it, the howling wind in the mountains suddenly disappeared.

Even more weird.

Ling Chen stood up and said to the terrified servant Ling Ping, "Go to the mansion and bring eight people over."

(End of this chapter)