"Meet the tomb owner!"

The three war spirit kings all bowed and said.

If Su Chen saw this scene, his eyes would fall out of shock.

In any case, he never expected that these three war spirits would all possess sanity, no different from ordinary people.

"Get up!"

The skinny old man's voice was hoarse. When it came out, the three war spirits were shocked and immediately straightened their backs.

"Grave Master, this little guy is a bit unusual!"

Qinghun King's eyes flashed and he said.

"Of course it's not simple. This guy took away all my dragon veins. If I didn't want to protect the Emperor's chessboard, I would have chopped this guy up long ago!"

The Purple Soul King glanced at the void and said dissatisfied.

"Okay, that dragon vein is not of much use to you, just give it to others if it is useful!"

King Qinghun didn't care at all. After finishing speaking, he glanced at the Emperor's chessboard again and said.

"Grave Master, this little guy is very talented!"

Hearing this, before the skinny old man could say anything, the White Soul King, who had a cold aura all over his body, spoke.

"Talent is never the king of martial arts."

This voice was a little low, and when it came out, the void trembled, as if it was about to freeze.

"Hey... if the Emperor's Chessboard refuses to recognize its owner, we will have to stay here forever."
Chapter completed!