(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 8 a.m.)

Since the fall of the Qinglong God, no water magician has appeared in the Western Rong.

The Qinglong God was seriously injured in the battle with the White Dog God, so the Qinglong God would never protect the Western Rong practitioners. The Western Rong no longer possesses water magic, which had a great impact on searching for the bottom of the lake.

Therefore, no god tomb has been found in the Zen temple so far.

"The bottom of the lake?"

The old man in black robe frowned, "But there is no big lake in the area of ​​ten miles, right?"

Mountains and lakes are interdependent, and there are often lakes where there are mountains. However, the largest lake near Xueling Mountain is only a hundred feet long, and it really doesn’t look like a lake that can accommodate the tomb of Gods.

After all, even if only the remains of the ancient giant god are left, they will be particularly huge. They can hide at the bottom of the lake for thousands of years, and I am afraid that only a very deep and huge lake can accommodate it.

"There is no radius of ten miles, but..."

The man in black who was holding the golden cup raised his head and looked at the north covered by snow.

"Aren't there the deepest lake in the north a hundred miles away?"

"Master, you mean..."

All the men in black robes were shocked.

"With such a strong suction force, this hole must lead to another place," the man in black played with the golden cup in his hand. "Although this mountain is not high, the ridge is long enough."

The man in black looked at the ridge line of Xueling Mountain stretching north, with a slightly deeper gaze.

No one of the people his master decided to kill could escape.

"That kid is not that easy to die, chase him!"

"yes!"

The figures of eight men in black robe disappeared on the top of the mountain.

Seeing them leaving, Chen Zichu and Zhao Guang and others breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a bulge on the stone wall, like a platform. Everyone hanging on the stone wall helped each other to climb up, slumped on the stone platform and gasped.

The last one to come up were Yeluhua and Ji Jiashu.

"Jiashu?"

Seeing Yelu Hua pulling his brother up, Ji Ange, who was still in shock, let go of Ji Qingyuan's arm and greeted him worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Ji Jiashu's face was as pale as a piece of white paper. He looked up at her and said, "Sister."

"Sorry, I didn't hold her."

"Don't blame yourself too much," Ji Ange was worried, not knowing what to say.

She turned around and looked at the other surviving companions. Everyone on the stone platform was soft and gasping for breath in a panic of mud.

They just survived death.

"Those men in black just left like that?"

Thinking back on what just happened, Ji Ange is still in a daze.

Even though the group of men in black were able to kill all of them even if they stomped on it, they left without doing anything.

"The heavenly level practitioners are not so indiscriminately killed. If they are not necessary, they will not attack ordinary people," Yelu Hua walked forward, "Besides, killing us all will not be good for them."

The corner of his eyes fell on Ji Jiashu, and the group of people were also regarded as being exposed to Ji Jiashu.

For the practitioners of the heavenly level, the only person they fear most is the second-level god. Since the fall of the Qinglong God, no water magician has appeared in the Western Rong.

The Qinglong God was seriously injured in the battle with the White Dog God, so the Qinglong God would never protect the Western Rong practitioners. The Western Rong no longer possesses water magic, which had a great impact on searching for the bottom of the lake.

Therefore, no god tomb has been found in the Zen temple so far.

"The bottom of the lake?"

The old man in black robe frowned, "But there is no big lake in the area of ​​ten miles, right?"

Mountains and lakes are interdependent, and there are often lakes where there are mountains. However, the largest lake near Xueling Mountain is only a hundred feet long, and it really doesn’t look like a lake that can accommodate the tomb of Gods.

After all, even if only the remains of the ancient giant god are left, they will be particularly huge. They can hide at the bottom of the lake for thousands of years, and I am afraid that only a very deep and huge lake can accommodate it.

"There is no radius of ten miles, but..."

The man in black who was holding the golden cup raised his head and looked at the north covered by snow.

"Aren't there the deepest lake in the north a hundred miles away?"

"Master, you mean..."

All the men in black robes were shocked.

"With such a strong suction force, this hole must lead to another place," the man in black played with the golden cup in his hand. "Although this mountain is not high, the ridge is long enough."

The man in black looked at the ridge line of Xueling Mountain stretching north, with a slightly deeper gaze.

No one of the people his master decided to kill could escape.

"That kid is not that easy to die, chase him!"

"yes!"

The figures of eight men in black robe disappeared on the top of the mountain.

Seeing them leaving, Chen Zichu and Zhao Guang and others breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a bulge on the stone wall, like a platform. Everyone hanging on the stone wall helped each other to climb up, slumped on the stone platform and gasped.

The last one to come up were Yeluhua and Ji Jiashu.

"Jiashu?"

Seeing Yelu Hua pulling his brother up, Ji Ange, who was still in shock, let go of Ji Qingyuan's arm and greeted him worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Ji Jiashu's face was as pale as a piece of white paper. He looked up at her and said, "Sister."

"Sorry, I didn't hold her."

"Don't blame yourself too much," Ji Ange was worried, not knowing what to say.

She turned around and looked at the other surviving companions. Everyone on the stone platform was soft and gasping for breath in a panic of mud.

They just survived death.

"Those men in black just left like that?"

Thinking back on what just happened, Ji Ange is still in a daze.

Even though the group of men in black were able to kill all of them even if they stomped on it, they left without doing anything.

"The heavenly level practitioners are not so indiscriminately killed. If they are not necessary, they will not attack ordinary people," Yelu Hua walked forward, "Besides, killing us all will not be good for them."

The corner of his eyes fell on Ji Jiashu, and the group of people were also regarded as being exposed to Ji Jiashu.

For the practitioners of the heavenly level, the only person they fear most is the Son of God who is at level 2.

Before, when the group of heavenly ranks said they wanted to clean up all of them, Yelu Hua discovered that all the attacks of the group of black-robed men were avoiding Ji Jiashu.

From this we can see that Ji Mo's existence is still intimidating to those group of heavenly-level practitioners.

Without any last resort, the heavenly cultivator in any country dares not attack Ji Mo's son.

"Those people walked so fast because they had something else to do."

"What's up?"

Ji Ange was stunned.

"They are going to chase Li Ji."

Ji Jiashu held the Spring Thunder Sword in his hand tightly.

He had just heard clearly that the last word of the group of people was chasing.

"That is to say, Zhaohua is still alive?"

The people who were lying on the ground suddenly raised their heads, and Zhao Guang, who had already lost his eyes, grabbed his clothes tightly.

"It should be alive," Ji Jiashu took a deep breath. He didn't think that the man would die so easily.

Before, when the group of heavenly ranks said they wanted to clean up all of them, Yelu Hua discovered that all the attacks of the group of black-robed men were avoiding Ji Jiashu.

From this we can see that Ji Mo's existence is still intimidating to those group of heavenly-level practitioners.

Without any last resort, the heavenly cultivator in any country dares not attack Ji Mo's son.

"Those people walked so fast because they had something else to do."

"What's up?"

Ji Ange was stunned.

"They are going to chase Li Ji."

Ji Jiashu held the Spring Thunder Sword in his hand tightly.

He had just heard clearly that the last word of the group of people was chasing.

"That is to say, Zhaohua is still alive?"

The people who were lying on the ground suddenly raised their heads, and Zhao Guang, who had already lost his eyes, grabbed his clothes tightly.
Chapter completed!