"Of course it's not as big as a palm..." The fat man smiled and shook his head and said, "According to the records in the inheritance, the sixth place of the Ghost Dou lineage also has a range of thousands of miles..."

The fat man's words made us stunned again.

Wanli, although it is quite big in the world of the world, it is really nothing in the ghost world. It is not even a drop in a drop in the ocean. Not to mention a small space, only 6 places in the range of thousands of miles.

But...but!

These are 6 places piled up with dead soil and living soil!

You should know that the dead soil is not bad. Although a tomb is small, it is possible to appear as long as it is in the yin and yang realms. But the living soil is different. Although the probability of the dead soil appearing is more than ten thousand times greater than that of the dead soil. However, the living soil can only appear in the world of the world, uh, and an ancient demon god battlefield.

Compared to this, the probability of death is much greater. After all, the ghost world is boundless and unimaginable.

"Are you teasing us?" Lao Xing curled his lips. He heard the fat man's tone before, and he thought that the Ghost Dou lineage's sixth floor was as big as a palm. Unexpectedly, it was not big, but it wasn't too small to joke.

"Creating you?" The fat man raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Even I think what I inherited was fake. In the inheritance, the sixth land of the Ghost Dou lineage is indeed tens of thousands of miles, but do you know how thick these six lands are?"

"How thick?" Everyone spoke in unison, and even the Earth Emperor became interested.

Although the Earth Emperor knows a lot about the Ghost Dou clan, it seems that he has never been to the base camp of the Ghost Dou clan.

"One inch!"

The fat man rolled his eyes wildly, and we all began to worry about whether this guy would faint directly.

"One...one inch?"

Even I feel like I'm being pulled, let alone Lao Zheng who is more uneasy than me.

"That's right, it's just an inch!" The fat man was speechless.

"What does it feel like to be an inch thick 6 ground?" We looked at the old zombie and Yu Wei one after another.

After all, the two of them have been in Jintangchi for so many years, and the sixth place is just a piece of soil suspended in the Hunyuan space.

"I don't know, there is no actual test in Jintangchi 6, but I am worried about going up ten thousand feet..." The old zombie said without hesitation.

“…”

"Are you kidding?" Lao Xing looked at the fat man who was digging graves faster and faster.

"What a joke! Of course, the premise is that Senior Gui Dou did not make fakes in the inheritance and was joking with me!" The fat man himself was speechless and said laughing and crying: "Otherwise, do you think they were making so much dead and living soil, except to dig up the entire living room... I don't know if it's enough!"

"Damn it, it seems that the Ghost Dou lineage will not dig graves." I was also ashamed.

"Of course, the Ghost Dou family does not dig graves, they are all empty burials!" The rare fat man looked at me with an uncultured expression and laughed: "You don't know that the Ghost Dou family members are not popular for building graves. If the tribe dies, they will be thrown directly into the space of the Ghost Dou family, and the space on the edge of the 6th place..."

"Directly weathered and corrupt?" I gave him a blank look and complained.

"Weathered yarn, they won't weather it at all!" The fat man's expression became a little mysterious.

"It's true that it won't weather, but evolve!" The interface is the Earth Emperor.

The Earth Emperor sat cross-legged on the ground with a solemn expression and slowly explained: "The Ghost Dou lineage has special physique and talent. After they die, they will not only not decay the corpses, but will evolve into indestructible corpses and gradually condense together..."

The Earth Emperor smiled bitterly and said, "The old man had heard of the fact that the Ghost Dou family used corpses to create 6 lands, but they did not expect that they could still use dead soil and live soil to pave the ground."

"That's right!"

The fat man snapped his fingers and agreed: "These empty corpses will gradually condense into corpses, and then gather in the underground 6 formed by dead soil and living soil..."

Well, what a weird way to fill the ground!

This kind of weird method is indeed not something that ordinary people can do, and the Ghost Fighting Clan is unique.

"However, can the Ghost Fight clan have so many corpses to fill 6 floors?" Lao Xing was a little suspicious.

"Of course not!" The fat man rolled his eyes involuntarily and frowned: "So, there are less than a small area on the 6th floor of the Ghost Dou clan that can plant plants, and other places can only be used for rest and activities for the tribe members."

"Plant plants on the corpse?" Lao Xing felt cold.

Even Yuwei, I, was stunned. Although there were inches of dead or live soil on these corpses that had evolved into corpses, it was only one inch after all. If you plant plants, it would be impossible not to dig a hole, just dig it down...

Damn, this picture is very strange when I imagined.

"Don't be so shocked. You must know that the Ghost Fight clan is not so cruel that he goes out to kill innocent people. It is already very kind to use the bodies of foreigners to fill the ground."

"There is such an operation?" My face turned dark. It was too unrestrained.

"Hehe, it's really possible, but the effect is not as good as the corpses of their own tribe." The fat man's degree is getting faster and faster, but over this period of time, he has dug up hundreds of dead soil in empty graves.

However, looking at the dense empty tombs, and because according to Fatty, the ghost weapon from the Ghost Fight lineage must be used to make phones for these dead soil, or in other words, the preservation effect is better. Therefore, only Fatty himself took the Tianqi shovel and threw it to me a Tianqi sword, and the two began to work side by side.

Even so, it took us half a day to dig all the dead soil in the empty graves.

"Do it!" The fat man excitedly patted the dirt and laughed.

"So what's the point of staying in the altar for so many years?" Even I was confused and looked at the eighth body, really puzzled.

"I... should be collecting the power of faith, right?"

The eighth body didn't want to say it, but when I saw my cold gaze, I would tell the truth if I had no choice.

"Then how much power of faith have you absorbed?"

“Not much, no more.”

The eighth body laughed dryly, and involuntarily took a half-step back, as if he could run away at any time.

I rolled my eyes wildly. It would be fine if I didn’t look for these ghost tombs. Now I have found all eight god tombs. Although I have obtained a lot of things, I am becoming more and more confused.

Not to mention others, even I am completely unable to understand. What are the things I arranged in my previous life that even seem a bit nonsensical? What are the intentions? It can't be boring and fun.

"Kill him?" The fat man rubbed his hands, walked up, and consciously surrounded the eighth body from the other two directions.

"You can do it?" I seemed to be smiling.

Although the eighth body seemed to be afraid of me, if I really started, no one in the audience except me would be able to subdue him.
Chapter completed!