Qin Yang paid his respects. Seeing the undulating waves of deathly energy, he slowly regained his composure. His heart was finally relieved, and he felt somewhat emotional...
Among these dead ghosts who have turned into ominous souls, there are still some who are easy to talk to. Look at the person in front of you. Not only is he powerful, he also has a good temper...
Turning around and leaving, bypassing the endless mausoleums here, Qin Yang hesitated a little, should he continue moving forward?
At least for now, skills are absolutely infallible, and things that cannot be picked up are naturally not completely yours.
All these things were thrown into this terrifying mausoleum. Logically speaking, the duo should have felt it by now, knowing that all the things they had tampered with had been destroyed.
They will inevitably guess that they have fallen into a certain tomb.
Jin Chan's plan to escape from his shell has been completed. If he continues to move forward, the danger will double. If he encounters any big danger, he will definitely be unable to defeat him and will definitely die.
But if we don't move forward, we finally get this opportunity to dig graves according to the order, and we don't go to meet the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the dog man and woman duo, accuse them of atrocities in front of their ancestors, and explain the dog man and woman duo in tears.
The group caused great harm to the Magic Stone Holy Sect.
I'm really sorry for taking the risk...
For a moment, Qin Yang really hesitated...
After all, the ancestors of the male and female duo may not all have good tempers. Some may sleep soundly, while others may suffer from insomnia, and their tempers are a bit more terrifying than those of a menopausal mother-in-law...
Qin Yang stood at the fork in the road. For a moment, he felt like he was standing at the fork in the road of life, sighing and sighing.
"Sure enough, you are still young, and you are actually a little confused..."
…
At the same time, in the mausoleum, the death energy seemed like a wave, undulating and as vast as the sea, carrying a broken-handled sledgehammer, rising and falling in it.
The death energy as thick as black ink was unable to corrode the broken-handled sledgehammer. The broken-handled sledgehammer was like a lonely boat, drifting with the current. After a while, the sledgehammer was washed up on the central solitary peak.
After a long silence, inside the broken-handled sledgehammer, an extremely ugly bald chicken head emerged from the hammer. His small eyes looked at the majestic and majestic scenery not far away, and the infinite death energy that could even give birth to visions.
His eyes were full of despair.
"Qin Youde, come back. Ancestor, I was wrong. I shouldn't have hacked your spirit stone, and I shouldn't have pretended to be dead with you..."
"Are you still a fucking human? You have a top-notch treasure, and there is an ancestor like me, a top soul. Why are you willing to just throw your ancestor into this place of death? Are you still a human? Come back, ancestor."
I swear, I will follow you well from now on and I won’t pretend to be dead with you..."
"Qin Yang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have hit you. You were the only weakling there..."
"Bah, no, Qin Yang, I was wrong. You are tall, powerful, wise and wise. Come and save me so quickly..."
The long and shrill scream resounded throughout the lonely peak, but the surroundings remained the same, with no reaction at all...
After howling for a long time, the ugly chicken's little eyes were suddenly completely occupied by despair, not even a trace was left.
If he falls into such a dead end, no one will be able to take him out for another ten thousand years, even if he is a Yuanling and is almost immortal.
But in this place where there is no aura, only the infinite death energy, he is waiting for death, waiting for all the strength, little by little, to be pressed to the ground by the big hand called time, and after tens of thousands of years of crazy rubbing, he is still alive.
The friction caused Yuanling to collapse and consciousness to disappear...
What horror, what despair...
However……
Qin Yang didn't know the existence of ugly chicken at all...
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Demon Stone Holy Sect, in the Fire Prison Cave of Tianxing Peak.
Jiang Chuan's face was gloomy, with unconcealable disappointment in his eyes.
"Junior sister, it's impossible to say that the treacherous little thief found out what we did, so he threw him into a terrifying tomb and destroyed all those things..." Jiang Chuan comforted him in a low voice, but as he spoke, he
I can't speak any more.
"Brother, please don't comfort me. All the tricks we did were forcibly destroyed at almost the same time. Many of them were rotten from the inside. Only places with extremely terrifying death aura can do this.
At this point, that treacherous little thief is already dead." There was no emotion or anger in Lian Yu's voice, but his eyes turned into a pool of stagnant water, unable to make any more waves.
The one with the greatest hope, I persisted for a full month, but unexpectedly, I still died in the ancestral tomb. The original plan was probably no longer possible to succeed.
"Junior sister..." Jiang Chuan opened his mouth, but was speechless. He really didn't know how to comfort her.
The so-called rhetoric is just self-deception to comfort oneself. Among those hands and feet, there are strong and weak, and three of them use a secret method to forcibly split a trace of soul power and integrate it with the attached object. This
With other methods, even a Sanyuan monk would have no chance of discovering it.
But now, they all collapsed at the same time...
The most certain evidence for him was the moment when the power of the soul collapsed, and the last shocking scene was transmitted to him.
The death energy there is like ink, filling the heaven and earth. Even if they fall into it, they will definitely die. Even if the little thief is treacherous, he will be turned into powder in the first time...
Jiangchuan sighed secretly in his heart. It's not that he hadn't thought about it. The little thief was extremely vigilant and threw all his belongings there.
But this idea was just a flash and was immediately rejected by Jiang Chuan...
In the end, there was only one conclusion: that good disciple, who lasted for more than a month, finally could no longer hold on and fell into the ancestral tomb.
"Brother, I want to leave the sect and venture to the wilderness. I want to find the location of Asia and the four great evil arts. I only hope that the evil arts there can help me recover. I have lost a lot of vitality. If I can't do it with a hundred feet,
If you take one step further, in another hundred or two hundred years, you will surely turn into withered bones." Lian Yu stood up and walked out. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned his back to Jiangchuan. After leaving these words,
Leave without looking back.
"Junior Sister, you..." Jiang Chuan stretched out his hand, trying to stop him, his eyes full of regret. He wanted to say that what the little thief said was probably nonsense, but for some reason, he couldn't say it, couldn't kill this last moment.
hope.
After a long time, Jiang Chuan stood up and came to the outside of the Demon Stone's ancestral tomb. He took out the incense candle, lit it, stuck it on the ground, took out a jar of wine and placed it there, looking at the ancestral tomb with blank eyes.
"No matter what your name is, let's call you Jia Yun. Since you are dead, I just hope that what you said before is true. I will go after my junior sister today. If there is a day when I can succeed, I will make a plan for you."
I will personally kneel down and pay homage to you every year at the cenotaph."
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On the other side, Lian Yu left the Demon Stone Holy Sect silently, took a white jade boat, came to the seaside, and sailed towards the boundless sea.
After flying for only three hours, I saw that the ocean below had turned into pitch black and the waves were rolling, as if there would never be peace.
After another three hours, the spiritual energy here became extremely violent, and just breathing gave me a burning sensation.
"Rumble..."
In the black sea ahead, a huge wave stretches for thousands of miles, sweeping from the horizon. In front of the wave, a dilapidated five-story ship hundreds of feet high, swaying its wings and oars, shining with infinite aura, flies in front of the wave.
.
On top of the building boat, a hundred-foot-long flag fluttered in the wind, with the word "Buddha" written on it. It kept blooming with aura, forcing back the waves that were chasing after it.
"boom!"
The spiritual light shattered and the wave collapsed. In the wave, a layer of sharp teeth intertwined with each other, and a giant kiss that was hundreds of feet long poked out, biting half of the ship in one bite!