Qin Yang sat where he was, with the words that Uncle Meng once said coming to mind.
"Any one of us can die, as long as you live."
"As long as you're okay..."
He has always been relatively indifferent to the matter of stealing the door, and he doesn't care too much about the good or the bad. The only ones with whom he has a good relationship are Junior Brother Zhang and Senior Uncle Meng.
Junior Brother Zhang, a bitch like him, was tossing back and forth. Every time Qin Yang wanted to beat him to death first, but he wouldn't really die anyway. He had to beat him to death twice to calm the fire. But if one day, Junior Brother Zhang
He was really dead. He died outside and would never appear again. He would definitely be sad too.
As for Uncle Meng, everything he did was to steal the door. He could be said to have dedicated himself to the door to steal the door. He sacrificed too much for the door. He always tried every means to keep Qin Yang and go to the big one.
He said it was also for the purpose of stealing the door.
But people, whether they are good or bad, they all have a strong balance in their hearts. The original purpose is sometimes not important. People's hearts are fleshy and they can feel who is sincere and who is fake.
No matter what the reason is in the first place, when someone is willing to sacrifice his life just to prevent you from being involved in danger, no matter what, this friendship cannot be repaid.
Qin Yang now wants to use the compass left by Uncle Meng to leverage the two opposing forces, so that they can rotate slightly while maintaining balance, revealing a gap again, so that he can follow.
But if he goes in so recklessly, all of Master Meng's hard work will be in vain. He can only calm down, believe in Master Meng, and wait for ten days. As long as Master Meng's soul lamp is not extinguished, ten days will be over.
Days later, we will complete the response work according to the agreed time.
During this period of time, he had to think carefully and figure out what was going on here.
What did the temple blessing want to do, and what was suppressed in this giant bronze coffin? Is it the so-called evil dragon transformed from resentment and evil thoughts, or is it Yinglong's body, which is buried in the giant bronze coffin.
Everything had to be reviewed again, especially what Uncle Meng did, but the temple blessing did not show up, let alone interfere.
Either, what he said is 90% true, and he really has no strength to do other things now, so he can only watch helplessly, or what Uncle Meng did is still beneficial to him, which is also
As he expected.
He needs to be ready for everything now.
"Demon Mother, I have something to tell you."
"What's wrong?"
"I will tell you how to control the compass, mobilize the power here, and move it. The compass has been fixed and adjusted. There is no need to deduce it anymore. You only need to know how to operate it. It is not difficult."
The demon mother frowned slightly and looked at the giant bronze coffin with a shimmering light above her head.
"Do you want to go in too?"
"Now that I'm here and have experienced so much, I can't only think about myself, nor can I live up to this trust. If he doesn't come out when the time comes, I must go in. Since you trust me, I can only trust you now.
you.
If we are lucky and can both leave alive, our previous grudges will be wiped out. I will not kill the three-eyed monster, nor will I blame you for kidnapping me."
The Demon Mother looked at the compass, pondered for a moment, and nodded slowly.
"I have already said that if we can go back alive, I will let you go."
"Okay, it's settled."
Qin Yang told the Demon Mother how to control and twist the compass.
"After ten days, if things go well, that's it. If things go wrong, I will go in for ten days. You wait outside for ten days, twist the compass and open the gap."
"good."
The Demon Mother had no choice before, but now Qin Yang has no choice either.
He can only trust the Demon Mother. Even if he uses the power here to leverage the power here, he still needs to have enough strength to do it.
Qin Yang himself can barely do it, but he doesn't have the strength to gather it together and try to explode.
But if you create a clone, it is far from enough.
Everyone has no choice but to trust each other. The Demon Mother needs Qin Yang to find a way out, and Qin Yang also needs the Demon Mother to support her. Similarly, the Demon Mother still needs Qin Yang to take her away.
No one can be without the other, and if we don't work together, we will all be trapped and die here.
Time passed little by little, and nothing changed at the top of the mountain except for the still huge pressure.
The soul lamp held in Qin Yang's hand was burning quietly, with a faint blue flame, like a still painting, without any warmth or any sense of reality.
Seeing that the agreed time was coming soon, Qin Yang felt relieved.
At least Master Meng is still alive. With Master Meng's strength and wisdom, he will definitely not do anything that he is not sure about. This matter will most likely be accomplished.
He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the compass, pressing one of the squares with his five fingers. The true energy in his body, like a landslide and tsunami, surged out at a speed that was almost beyond the limit of his endurance and poured into the compass.
"Click... click..."
The compass was slowly twisted, and the veins on Qin Yang's forehead were exposed. He let out a roar and exploded with all his strength.
What needs to be twisted is not the compass, but the need to use force to make the balanced force here, while still maintaining balance, twist a little bit in the direction. This little bit of direction is enough to expose a gap in the giant bronze coffin.
.
The premise that four ounces can move a thousand pounds is to have the strength of four ounces.
As Qin Yang turned the compass, the turbulent wave-like fluctuations around the bronze coffin suddenly dispersed. The power in the bronze coffin also took the opportunity to explode, pushing out a gap in the bronze coffin.
After the crack was exposed, a golden stream of light flew out from the crack and headed straight for Qin Yang. After the golden light, black energy steamed out and turned into a black dragon head, struggling to break out of the bronze
Giant coffin.
Qin Yang stretched out his left hand and grabbed the object transformed by the golden light.
In an instant, the golden light dissipated, and a section of radiant light contained a terrifying and coercive dragon spine, which was caught in Qin Yang's hand.
There seemed to be a majestic dragon roar that resounded in Qin Yang's heart. In a daze, his consciousness was like an ant being looked down upon by a dragon that covered the sky and the sun.
The divine power is like a prison, and in an instant, it will crush his consciousness and his soul.
As soon as Qin Yang thought about it, he activated the picking skill instantly. A stream of light flowed over the dragon's spine. All the pressure was restrained, and the power within it was instantly refined by Qin Yang.
At this time, Qin Yang felt that there was infinite power overflowing from his left hand and penetrating through his body, limbs and bones. It was quite difficult to twist the compass at first, but now he could hold it easily.
The golden spine in his hand slowly dimmed its halo, and everything inside became somewhat transparent in Qin Yang's eyes.
Eighty-one vertebrae make up this dragon's backbone, and there is a golden spinal cord flowing inside it. The huge vitality contained in it is simply shocking.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Yang understood that this thing could definitely make him recover completely.
The vertebrae of a true dragon, or in other words, the dragon's veins transformed from its divine marrow, is like a human's vitality, which is born from blood, and blood is born from bone marrow. This is a continuous source of vitality, where the lifeline lies.
The dragon vein transformed by this divine marrow is also the lifeblood of the true dragon. If the essence and blood of the true dragon are useless, the best thing is the true dragon vein.
The divine marrow inside is the best material that can be used for his dragon blood magic. There is no better material.
If this thing doesn't work either, it must be dead.
This is what Miao Zhu said could make him recover completely.
However, Qin Yang was not in the mood to care about the most precious treasure in the world. When he saw this thing being thrown out without Master Meng coming out, Qin Yang's teeth almost broke.
He didn't know what Uncle Meng went through inside, but he must know that Uncle Meng had tried his best to get the dragon vein out, but he himself was held back by something and couldn't come out.
With red eyes, Qin Yang looked at the dazzling light on the bronze coffin and saw that the relief on the bronze coffin turned into a shadow of a real dragon, and then forcibly suppressed the bronze coffin and closed it again.
He roared low and tried his best to prevent the giant bronze coffin from closing again. His right arm made a clicking sound, and the hidden cracks on the bones began to grow larger at this moment, and the bones were shattering.
However, Meng Yi's figure was still not seen coming out.
Seeing that nothing could be done, Qin Yang retracted the dragon veins that provided him with strength and shouted loudly.
"Demon Mother, remember, ten days!"
In the blink of an eye, Qin Yang turned into a ray of divine light, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the cracks of the giant bronze coffin.
The compass lost control and lost the support of strength, and quickly moved back to its original position. The cracks on the bronze coffin also closed quickly as the phantom of the dragon tightened its body.
But just when the gap was not completely closed, Miao Zhu, who had not appeared until now, suddenly appeared.
He stepped forward in the air with a faint smile on his face, glanced at the Demon Mother, and then flew into the crack.
"Bang!"
The giant bronze coffin closed again, and the surging power fluctuations, like ripples on the lake, slowly dissipated, and everything returned to calm.
The demon mother's expression changed and her hands were trembling.
Fake, it is indeed fake. Of what Miao Zhu said, maybe only 10% is true, and the remaining 90% are false.
If that comes true, there may indeed be an evil dragon inside that is transformed from resentment and evil thoughts, but the complete suppression of the evil dragon must be a lie. Otherwise, why would he enter the giant bronze coffin? After he enters, he will never see it again.
There is no way to get out.
Thinking of this, the Demon Mother's face suddenly froze.
She looked at the compass on the ground and understood everything.
This is all a bureau. It was a bureau from the beginning. From what I said to them, to the development to this point, it is a bureau with links within it.
Those brainwashing words, those whose flaws can be detected if you think about it carefully, as well as those rhetoric, threats and inducements, are all just foreshadowing.
Miao Zhu knew that they couldn't be deceived, but he still guided the three of them, who were not dragonborn, to get here.
Later, I don’t know how to guide Meng Yi to come here first. Maybe at that time, what Meng Yi did suddenly jumped out of Miao Zhu’s control.
I am afraid that the temple priest did not expect that Meng Yi actually had a wonderful method. Although there was a huge difference in strength, he could still pry open a crack and enter the giant bronze coffin without affecting the balance.
Now that Meng Yi has not escaped, he is definitely related to Miao Zhu, and Qin Yang will not give up on Meng Yi.
With the development reaching this stage, everything was back under Miao Zhu's control. He followed Qin Yang and jumped in on his own initiative.
Because he is not afraid that he will never have the chance to come out again.
After ten days, the Demon Mother will definitely open a crack again.
Whether the demon mother keeps her promise or the demon mother does it for herself, she has no other choice.
The person who might let her escape from here, besides Qin Yang, is the completely untrustworthy Miao Zhu.
But now, these two people have all entered the giant bronze coffin.
The demon mother's face turned pale. She felt that the matter had completely exceeded the limits of her control and beyond the limits of what she could imagine. She stood there at a loss, looking at the compass with a blank look on her face.
Ten days later, she had to pry open a gap again, but the result at that time had nothing to do with her. Now it depends on Qin Yang.
But since Miao Zhu dared to go in, it meant that he was definitely not going to suppress the evil dragon, so what exactly was he going to do?
…
The black air in the sky filled the space between the sky and the earth. There was a crack in the sky. The diffuse black air turned into smoke and rolled up, heading straight for the crack.
But after a short period of time, a green light spread out from the sky, and the light became stronger and stronger, entangled with the black energy.
When the crack in the sky completely disappeared, the blue light also became strong, suppressing all the black energy and falling, submerging into the earth again and disappearing.
As the black energy slowly faded away, Meng Yi's figure also emerged in mid-air. Wisps of black energy turned into ropes, binding his limbs and torso, preventing him from leaving.
At this time, those ropes shattered and dissipated, turned into black air, and submerged into the earth again and disappeared.
Meng Yi's face was green and white, with a thin layer of black air covering his face. He lost consciousness and fell from the sky.
At this time, a divine light descended from the sky, carrying Meng Yi with it, and fell to the ground, transforming into Qin Yang.
"Uncle Meng, are you okay?"
When Qin Yang touched the black aura on Meng Yi's face, he felt as if he was being struck by thunder, and the cold aura instantly pushed his hand back.
Qin Yang thought for a while, took out the branch of the Three Lives Ghost Willow, and gently swept it over Master Meng's face. The trace of black air was suddenly swept away like a piece of dust by the branches of the Three Lives Ghost Willow.
After a while, Meng Yi slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Qin Yang, he suddenly smiled bitterly.
"It's really wrong."
"What's wrong? Uncle Meng, are you okay?"
"I'm fine..." Meng Yi sat up, with a trace of paleness on his face: "It was right for me and my reflection to deduce the good or bad luck of the divination together, but I understood it wrong. The result of my divination, my vitality lies in
You, so I believed that you would rush to the top of the mountain and take care of me, but I was wrong. Instead of taking care of me, you would come down in person when I couldn't get out."
"Uncle Meng, didn't you say that the chance of survival lies with me? Now it's finally not the worst situation."
"You are wrong." Meng Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"My divination is only about predicting good and bad luck, but I can't point out more specific things. No one can do it more specifically. It's just a way to predict good and bad luck. I can tell that the chance of life lies with you, but none of us can do it.
I don’t know where that glimmer of life is. Everything in this world, people in the world, even this world, will have a glimmer of life, but 99% of the time, no one can find where that glimmer of life is.”