"Ahem, that..."

For the first time, Qian Chaoguang felt that his brain was not strong enough to cope with the extremely embarrassing situation in front of him.

He came up with many excuses and excuses.

But looking at the stern eyes of the Lord of Holy Words, these words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them out.

This feeling is very similar to the feeling that when I was a child, I made a mistake in school, and was caught by the teacher, and now I am "extorting a confession through words and deeds."

Anyway...

Qian Chaoguang thought that he was about to experience the long-lost feeling of being taught a hard lesson by his elders...

"that is......"

He was hesitating here, and the Lord of Holy Words had no expression on his face.

If you exclude the undead seraph that keeps trying to fly away, everything is quite serious.

Finally, Qian Chaoguang could not withstand the psychological pressure and sighed. He said in a broken voice:

"Okay, okay, I'll confess, I dug up our ancestral grave. So, please be gentle, okay? I really didn't know my life experience when I was digging."

"You also know that I am a necromancer and an immortal god. It is a pity to put these high-quality bones there... In addition to ours, the tombs of other titled Douluo of the past dynasties also belong to me.

It was planed."

"The broken bones were taken away from the soul bones, and the intact bones were reincarnated into gray bones. Even the body of the Rakshasa God...cough..."

"Later I accidentally discovered that a large amount of holy light can induce bleeding flesh from the skeletons of Seraph spirit owners, so although they are still essentially gray-bone skeletons, they have become what they are now."

"At that time, the Eternal Religion was really short of high-end combat power, so I... I transformed a large part of the bones of our ancestors into undead angels to serve as hidden force in the Eternal Religion."

Holy Word Monarch: "..."

In just a few seconds, Qian Chaoguang saw disbelief, disbelief, intense shock... and many other emotions switching back and forth in the other person's eyes.

But soon, the eyes of the Holy Word Monarch returned to calmness and coldness again.

She asked calmly: "Who else is there besides me?"

Qian Chaoguang lowered his head, not daring to look at the ancestor in front of him: "Well...the bones of all the ancestors are well preserved. So...so...

.”

Even though the Holy Word Monarch no longer had the ability to breathe, she couldn't help but take a deep breath, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"It scares you, it doesn't matter, just use it."

"Ah...ah" Qian Chaoguang couldn't believe his ears, "Isn't it a little bad to use this..."

The Holy Word Monarch shrugged indifferently: "There is nothing too bad, as long as it can be used. Our family has always been pragmatic. If the bones we left behind can be used, that would be great."

"The original intention of the Holy Ancestor in establishing the Douluo Palace was to allow the corpses of the titled Douluo of all generations to disintegrate on their own over time, thereby reducing the guilt of future generations when taking soul bones. It can even be said that the bones inside

It was originally meant to be used.”

"However, since the first generation ancestors and the sacred ancestors established a safe zone, with the power of Shen Kao, we can protect the safety of our clansmen without using the soul bones left by our ancestors."

"Therefore, over a long period of time, the original intention of establishing the Douluo Hall was forgotten. Therefore, this was not originally a hall built for future generations to admire, worship, or anything else."

"If we really want future generations to pay their respects, it's the same as burying our bodies in the soil, so why waste time and money on building such a large palace? It would be great to have time, use different sites, and kill more spirit beasts.

"

"The original intention of the Douluo Palace was simply to increase the honor of the Titled Douluo, so that they could voluntarily donate their soul bones. But unexpectedly, it gradually evolved into a place of death for the Titled Douluo and a kind of glory.

Already."

Having said this, the Holy Word Lord patted Qian Chaoguang on the shoulder: "So, there is no need to feel guilty. Things are put there for use. If they are not fused, no matter how powerful the soul bone is, it will just be a broken bone.

As long as it's not wasted, that's enough. Waste is shameful and resources need to be utilized to the maximum extent."

"So...so you all think this way? I thought...thought..."

Such words made Qian Chaoguang stunned.

It turns out that this is what our ancestors thought!

This is indeed very different from the concept and way that people today treat human remains and bones.

Each era has its own different and unique funeral culture and customs.

Thinking about the early living conditions of the Douluo Continent human race, coupled with the unique product of soul bones, it seems quite normal to form this custom of digging bones from corpses after death, or not wasting the remains.

How else did the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect get those inherited soul bones ten thousand years ago?

Is it possible that after a person dies, he pops out of the body out of thin air?

The body must be exhumed and the bones must be taken out.

The Holy Word Lord nodded slightly: "If you ask the Holy Ancestor or the Huiyao Ancestor, they will give the same answer. There should be no waste and maximum utilization of resources. This is not only the tradition of our family, but also the tradition of our era.

Tradition."

Qian Chaoguang scratched his head: "It seems that my stinginess and greed for money have finally been found. Most people who are familiar with me know that I have a nickname called 'The Money-hungry Man'."

This is a family inheritance.”

"It's fitting that you want money. Although the Eternal Divine Religion is still immature, the development of the Pixiu Chamber of Commerce is at a level that us old guys can't reach. You have done a good job."

While the Holy Word Monarch was praising him, his eyes showed a strong sense of pride.

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"In comparison, the thoughts and methods of these three trashes, Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, and Qian Renxue, are extremely embarrassing. They are simply not like our family."

"It's hard to imagine that the Angel family, which has been glorious for tens of thousands of years, would have such unworthy descendants, and they are three generations in a row! If future descendants are as incompetent as them, it would not be unfair to be destroyed."

Yes, these three people were pulled out and whipped to death again.

It is simply the daily life of an angel family.

In the eyes of the ancestors of this group of angel families, these three generations are truly the representatives of negative teaching materials.

When they were in the underworld, the ancestors often used these three people as examples in various ways, fearing that Qian Chaoguang would follow their old path.

No, the Holy Word Lord pulled them out and whipped them again.

In order to avoid another educational lesson, Qian Chaoguang calmly changed the subject: "Ahem...what about that, Ancestor of the Holy Word, how do you think you should handle this body of yours?"

The Lord of Holy Words glanced at the body in his hand that was struggling to fly away, and asked expressionlessly: "I remember you said that low-level skeletons have no consciousness and wisdom, only instinct, right?"

Qian Chaoguang nodded hesitantly, not knowing what this ancestor wanted to do.

Among the low-level undead creatures, except for the extremely special race of the undead, the remaining low-level undead creatures indeed have no consciousness and intelligence and can only act according to instinct.

This is also the reason why it is difficult for skeletons and zombies to advance to the intermediate level.

It is too difficult to only follow instinct and condense the heart of the soul.

Of course, special species of skeletons like bone dragons are not included.

The special characteristics of dragon souls allow them to retain a certain amount of wisdom even after becoming undead.

The four major races, such as the Lich, the Death Knight, the Black Warrior, and the Wailing Banshee, can retain a certain degree of or even complete sanity at low levels.

But in most cases, they are not naturally born.

This basically requires manual reincarnation by external force, let alone a normal birth of undead.

Except for the undead, the difference between undead creatures born naturally and those reincarnated the day after tomorrow can be either big or small.

As long as it is practiced by one's own soul during life, it will be reincarnated the day after tomorrow, and the memories of the past can be retrieved along with the practice.

As long as it is the dead skeleton and the undead fire rekindled in the body, it is born naturally and will not have any memory of life.

If low-level undead creatures had intelligence, this would be a big problem.

How much guilt does it take to become a necromancer?

After all, what this lineage is best at is using enough low-level cannon fodder to kill the enemy and consume the enemy's vitality.

"Without intelligence, it's not real life, so that's easy to deal with."

After receiving Qian Chaoguang's affirmation, the Holy Word Lord responded with satisfaction.

Immediately, her lower body began to gradually turn into a dark color, and her legs were gradually stretching backwards and getting larger.

Soon, a tall black horse separated from the body of the Holy Word Monarch.

This is her gifted clone, the other body of one soul and two bodies.

Then, before Qian Chaoguang could react.

With a complicated and mysterious operation, the Lord of Holy Words completely dispersed his cloned war horse and integrated it into his former body.

The next second, the original undead fire of the undead seraphs was instantly wiped away.

The eyes that had a trace of scarlet before quickly turned into a faint blue with a gold edge, and the aura and pressure in the body surged.

This rapidly soaring aura reached a certain limit before gradually stopping and returning to calm.

Judging from Qian Chaoguang's feelings, he is at least at the level of a peak Ultimate Douluo, and may even be stronger.

The Holy Word Monarch itself possesses the realm of the soul heart, and her split body is one soul and two bodies, sharing the natural realm.

Now, this skeleton hidden in the flesh and blood has turned into a bright golden color.

But this is not over yet.

In an instant, the body of the standing seraph slowly faded away like a power-out projection, and stepped towards the soul of the Lord of Holy Words next to it.

As the two merged into one, an aura that seemed to have broken through some kind of shackles suddenly rose into the sky, reaching straight into the sky.

Frightened, Qian Chaoguang instantly set up a soul barrier next to him to prevent the aura from leaking out.

Darling, this is a god-level breath!

Even if you just barely touch the edge of the god level like Poseidon Douluo, it is still a god level, enough to defeat the existence of ordinary extreme Douluo.
To be continued...