When Long Xiaoshan saw Gui Ming running away, he immediately knew that Gui Ming must have run out of oil and lights, so he hurriedly chased him, but there was no trace of breaking the stone wall.
Long Xiaoshan's sky eye swept over and saw a black aura moving away at a rapid speed.
"Tartar escape!"
Long Xiaoshan immediately understood that the ancestor Guiming used his escape technique to escape.
Otherwise it wouldn't have been so fast.
Gui Ming was very fast and disappeared into the range of his heavenly eyes in the blink of an eye.
With such a brilliant escape technique, Long Xiaoshan couldn't catch up even if he wanted to.
He had no choice but to give up.
Moreover, don’t chase the enemy, like Gui Ming, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, who knows what kind of trump card methods to kill people? I just did everything I did and did all the methods.
Even this can't kill Gui Ming, it can only be said that he is not strong enough.
If he hadn't had the magical power of heavenly eyes.
He must be the one who died here today.
Long Xiaoshan gave up the pursuit and walked back. At this time, the Blood God Son was still trapped by his Dharma appearance and roared and struggled.
Long Xiaoshan himself has also practiced the external incarnation of his body.
It was seen that this Blood God Son must be the incarnation of Gui Ming. Otherwise, when the Blood God Son was severely injured by Dharma just now, Gui Ming's aura would not be injured, and he was given a chance. Now he is struggling when he sees the Blood God Son.
He sneered: "Even if you run away, don't think about it."
Long Xiaoshan held a sword and killed the Blood God Son.
Originally, the Blood God Son could not defeat his Dharma image. Now, with a dragon hill, it is even more impossible to make any waves. The sword energy and thunder magic are constantly slamming on the Blood God Son, and the Dharma image is suppressed.
A quarter of an hour later.
The Blood God Son, who had been broken up for many times, finally couldn't bear it. He screamed and completely dispersed into nothingness.
At the same time, somewhere in the mountain, a black shadow howled, falling out of the soil, roaring fiercely.
"No!! Damn it, I will kill all the bald donkeys in the Buddhist sect sooner or later..."
After destroying the Blood God Son.
Long Xiaoshan saw a large number of golden light spots pouring from the void and pouring into his merit jade bottle. Good guy, he actually has so many merits. Long Xiaoshan was very happy. The merits he obtained this time were unprecedented, and all of them were golden.
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It can be seen that killing the Blood God Son is a good thing with supreme merit.
What a pity.
Let the ghost run away.
A clone of Gui Ming has such great merit.
If he could kill Gui Ming.
I am afraid that the merits will be even more exaggerated.
Long Xiaoshan smacked his lips with some regret, completely forgetting that he was almost killed by Gui Ming just now.
Put away the supernatural powers of Dharma appearance.
Long Xiaoshan turned his head and walked towards the Dragon Group and others: "Are you okay?"
Yan Bing and others shook their heads in a slight numbness.
"Xiaoshan." Zhao Xiaoqiao stood up with some difficulty, his face pale: "Your chest..."
Long Xiaoshan's chest collapsed. This was what was hit by Gui Ming just now. It looked a little shocking. Long Xiaoshan shook his head: "I'm fine, how are you?"
Long Xiaoshan quickly grabbed her hand.
Zhao Xiaoqiao was bounced away by Gui Ming's evil energy just now and was seriously injured.
There was still a vicious aura in his body. Long Xiaoshan quickly used his true energy to force the vicious aura out of Zhao Xiaoqiao's body. Zhao Xiaoqiao's face looked a little better: "Thank you."
"What are you talking about this to me?"
Long Xiaoshan said, and saw that Li Huan was still in a coma. He had been searched by the Ghost and Nether Ancestor and probably wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.
"Let's search the tombs and leave here immediately."
Long Xiaoshan was not sure how injured the Ancestor Ghost Ming was. He was afraid that the Ancestor Ghost Ming would recover. If the Ancestor Ghost Ming came back, he would not be able to block the other party anymore.
Now he has exhausted his magical powers.
The Long Group and others finally came to their senses and searched the tomb with Long Xiaoshan. There was no surprise. The entire tomb was empty and only a stone tablet was found to verify the identity of the tomb owner.
It seems to be a son of a prince during the Kangxi period.
Unfortunately, even the burial objects were emptied.
Long Xiaoshan now suspects that it was made by the Black Scale Sect. As for the ancestor of Ghost and Nether, how could it be the son of the prince? He was a little suspicious, but he couldn't figure it out for a while. Let's wait for the Dragon Group to investigate these.
After all, the Dragon Group monitors the hidden gate of the world, and it is much easier to check than him.
Nothing was found.
Long Xiaoshan moved the black coffin into his own space ring.
Although this coffin is extremely evil, there is no doubt that it is priceless and is made of soul-focused wood. Long Xiaoshan is not afraid of any evil spirit. He drew a few talismans to seal the coffin.
The other one is the Black Nightmare Sword.
Although the Black Nightmare Sword is very small, it gives Long Xiaoshan a very unusual feeling.
It is even more terrifying than the Tiger Soul Sword.
I don’t know where the old Taoist from the Black Scale Sect got it, so he put away the Black Nightmare Sword.
When the Dragon Group saw Long Xiaoshan without any concern, he took away these "trophys" and looked at each other, no one dared to say anything.
According to the rules, these things must be handed over.
After all, this is the Dragon Group's mission.
But I have seen the battle between Long Xiaoshan and Gui Ming just now.
They decided to be blind.
It would be better to kill them than to reason with a terrifying existence like Long Xiaoshan.
After doing all this, Long Xiaoshan stood by the blood pool, looking at the white bones inside.
I wanted to bury them, but after all, these are all poor people. The ghost Ming drained their bones and blood and refined the God Son of the Blood.
After thinking about it, he gave up.
"Yan Bing, let you take responsibility for these corpses. Don't let them bury their names without names here. Identify their identities. If there are family members, please leave them to their families. If there are no family members, build a cemetery, carve a tombstone, and bury them.
stand up."
"Yes, Dragon, Senior Dragon."
Yan Bing responded in a hurry.
"Let's go." Long Xiaoshan didn't say nonsense and took the people from the Dragon Group to leave...
After Long Xiaoshan and others left.
The ancient tomb became quiet again.
The tomb is dead silent.
I don't know how long it took.
In the darkness, an extremely slight footsteps sounded. After a while, several bricks were lifted up, and a thin man crawled in like a raccoon cat. Bang! A match was lit in the darkness.
Then the thin man took out a candle and lit it, and then placed it on the southeast corner of the tomb.
If Long Xiaoshan and others were still here, they would definitely find that this was the old cat who disappeared last night.
The old cat turned on a mine lamp and saw the tomb in a mess. What's wrong? Good, has the missile bombardment been made? It turned out like this. He knocked on the bricks in the tomb. It was not ordinary hard, but it was actually destroyed.
So it's like this.
"Grandma, no matter how hard you can fight, you still have to drink my old cat's foot wash water. The dragon team is amazing, bah!" The old cat's eyes shone like a cat in the dark. He was born with night eyes, and was born to be fucked.
The material for gold touching.
He touched the edge of the blood pool, and the mine lamp in his hand shook and almost fell to the ground. Even though he had been working for decades to touch gold, he was already immune to dead bones. Seeing the bones in the blood pool, he still felt his scalp numb.
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"Amitabha, I'm afraid that the old cat will come here to pick up some treasures. It's not me who killed you. Don't come to me."
The old cat retreated step by step.
Suddenly, my steps slipped and I fell to the ground.
He got up and saw that there was a pool of blood on the ground, as bright as amber. It was strange, how could the blood be of this color? The old cat got closer and suddenly found that the blood was slowly squirming.
No, he was about to raise his body.
The blood actually flew up and stuck to his face like a pancake, and a shrill scream came out in the dark...