Qin Hao and four others hurried over, and Qin Hao's face was still a little pale.

He had just fought a 1v1 battle with a man in black robe. After three hundred rounds, he narrowly won a move and injured the man in black robe.

The group of men in black robes also kept their promise and immediately retreated after losing to him.

However, when he continued to chase Qiao Yu with his men, he saw this scene in front of him!

Qin Xuan is dead! And Qiao Yu, who took the ghost eye from Qin Xuan, is standing aside!

Qin Hao's pupils shrank instantly. Qin Xuan's mother is the sister of the first swordsman Ji Pingyang, and Qin Xuan's father is one of the direct lineage leaders of the Qin family.

Qin Xuan's death... This is no different than a big earthquake.

Behind him, Qin Fengluo and Qin Ke and Qin Xiner also looked frightened.

Outside the Ghost Mountain dungeon, following Qin Hao from the perspective of the bronze mirror, they also did not see Lin Lang, only Qin Xuan's body and Qiao Yu standing beside him.

Qin Cangtian, the head of the Qin family, stood up slowly. Under his gray hair, he had a calm and authoritative face.

He is the head of the Qin family and Qin Xuan's grandfather.

When his ghost eyes were taken away before, he had no reaction at all. The death of his dear grandson finally made this weather-beaten old man unable to sit still.

"Tang Wumou, you, my son-in-law, must be handed over to my Qin family." Qin Cangtian spoke with a domineering tone.

He was not discussing with Tang Wumou at all, but giving orders!

The power of the Qin family, the head of the four major families, is evident.

Tang Wumou lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't hear it, and seemed to acquiesce to Qin Cangtian's words.

Qin Cangtian turned to look at Qin Qianxue, with a disappointed look on his face.

"Remember, Xuan'er died because of your misunderstanding of others."

Qin Qianxue's face instantly turned pale, and Qin Cangtian's words were like a needle piercing her heart, causing her endless pain.

She had been telling other people in the Qin family that she had met a very interesting little brother at Dihun Lake.

But it was this little brother she was talking about who killed her Qin Qianxue's nephew with her own hands...

I blanch!

In the Ghost Mountain dungeon, Qiao Yu was paralyzed instantly, the man in black robe was blown to pieces, and Lin Lang left.

Only the bodies of himself and Qin Xuan were left here, but Qin Hao and the others arrived at this moment, and now it was really yellow mud that fell into his crotch, it was either shit or shit.

"If I said that Qin Xuan was not killed by me, would you believe it?" Qiao Yu asked with some resentment.

"What do you think?" Qin Hao had already drawn his sword and was ready to take action at any time.

"Understood, farewell!"

Qiao Yu raised the Corpse Ancestor Ring towards Qin Hao and slipped away with a whoosh.

Anyway, Qin Hao and the four others would definitely not listen to his explanation. If he didn't leave, would he stay and take the blame for Lin Lang?

"Don't run!"

Qin Hao and others chased him. The murderer was right in front of them. They definitely couldn't stand by and watch.

"Stop chasing him, I really didn't kill Qin Xuan, and I don't have any syrup on me!" Qiao Yu had a headache.

"If you didn't kill me, then why are you running? Stop!" Qin Hao shouted.

If you don't want to run away, why don't you chop me up first?

Qiao Yu cursed in her heart, Lin Lang would be happy to take revenge on his own, leaving such a big blame for himself to bear, it would be too much for his grandmother.

None of the four members of the Qin family are good at speed, and Qin Hao had half of his agility stolen by Qiao Yu.

After several rounds of maneuvers, Qiao Yu quickly eliminated the four members of the Qin family without a trace.

However, there was no hint of joy on Qiao Yu's face.

Qin Hao and the others still have a small problem. The point is that now they all think that they killed Qin Xuan. When the Ghost Mountain dungeon is released, they will be in a lot of trouble...

"Forget it, the soldiers will come and cover it up with water and earth! Anyway, I didn't kill Qin Xuan!"

Qiao Yu shook his head and threw all those worries out of his mind. The first task before him now was to restore his memory first, and other things could be postponed for a while.

Speaking of which, Zhang Erhe clearly said that he was waiting for him in front, but he ran so far away. Why didn't he see Zhang Erhe?

Qiao Yu raised his head and glanced up. He was not very far from the top of Ghost Mountain.

"Phew! It's finally here!"

On the other side, Zhang Erhe, who was carrying two swords on his back, looked at the dilapidated temple in front of him and let out a sigh of relief.

"According to Master, Master Yuankong's body and the sect's lost magical artifacts should be in this temple."

Zhang Erhe murmured to himself, turning back and looking down the mountain.

"Brother Qiao Yu, forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. This business is too dangerous. I can't let you come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Erhe quickly walked into the dilapidated temple resolutely.

This temple seems to have been carved out after hollowing out a piece of Ghost Mountain.

The decoration of the temple is very simple, with murals on the walls and rough lines, but a few strokes of paint make the picture lifelike and magical.

Zhang Erhe wiped away the dust on the mural and looked at it carefully. The mural seemed to be about a scene where an eminent monk saved a powerful ghost on a ghost mountain.

"This should be Master Yuankong's deeds..." Zhang Erhe murmured to himself.

Later, Zhang Erhe came to the main hall of the temple, where a nearly two-meter-high Buddha was enshrined. There was something hanging on the neck of the Buddha. When Zhang Erhe saw the thing, his eyes lit up.

Because, this thing is quite familiar to him, it is exactly the same as in his memory!

It was a somewhat rusty bronze compass, divided into upper and lower layers. No matter the pattern, shape or sense of age, it was very old. It was obviously quite old.

And this bronze compass is also the magical weapon left behind by the Dao Sect, one of Zhang Erhe’s goals for this trip!

Just when Zhang Erhe was about to take off the bronze compass, he suddenly discovered that the giant Buddha in front of him was a little strange!

Logically speaking, the Buddha should have a solemn face, be compassionate, sacred and inviolable.

But the giant Buddha in front of him was covered in darkness, with a ferocious face, a long tongue, a strange mouth, red eyes, and a terrifying smile on his face.

This giant Buddha clearly had his hands clasped together and was wearing Buddhist robes, but he looked like an evil ghost, giving Zhang Erhe a terrifying feeling.

This is obviously an evil Buddha!

"Haha, Taoist priest, no Taoist priest has been able to come to this place for a long time."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded from deep in the temple.

"Who, come out!"

Zhang Erhe pulled out the mahogany sword on his back with a solemn expression.

"Don't be nervous. Whether you practice Buddhism or Taoism, we are all doing it to benefit the world and save all sentient beings. We are a family."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling golden Buddha's light lit up from the depths of the temple, and an old monk wearing a golden silk cassock and holding a glazed Buddha staff walked out from the depths of the Buddha's light.

He had long eyebrows and big ears, and looked at Zhang Erhe with a kind face, as if he was an eminent monk.

Just looking at this old monk can give people a sense of peace of mind.

Zhang Erhe was completely shocked at this time.

His body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"You! You are Master Yuankong! You are still alive!" Zhang Erhe's tone was filled with excitement.

"Amitabha!"

Master Yuankong raised his right hand in front of his chest and recited the Buddha's name.
Chapter completed!