"Ah?" Guo Huan thought he heard wrongly, robbery? Why do these words sound so weird coming from the mouth of the guard elder.
Qin Ming smiled faintly and pointed up and down his body: "What other treasures are there?"
"you… "
"Don't you understand? Robbery! Take out all the treasures."
Guo Huan suddenly jumped up excitedly, pointed at them and shouted angrily: "Elder! You can't do this! I found this with hard work. Do you know who my master is?"
"I don't know." The Burial Sea Ghost threw out a sack.
"What?" Guo Huan was angry. Can the guarding elder do whatever he wants
"Kidnapping." The sack soared into the air, with surging air and strong light inside, and Guo Huan was taken in in a blink of an eye.
Qin Ming and the Burial Sea Ghost exchanged glances and strode into the mist-shrouded mountain forest.
… …
Qin Ming and Buried Sea Ghost stood on the mountainside, raising their heads slightly, looking serious and indifferent: "What treasure did you get?"
A man and a woman stood respectfully in front of them. They did not dare to neglect and quickly took out the treasure they got: "Two elders, we found this with great difficulty a few days ago."
"Where did you get it?"
They didn’t know why the guarding elder suddenly found them. They thought they touched something when they got the treasure, or violated some rules: “Going eastward, there is a low mountain three miles away. When we were resting there, we heard vaguely When they heard some noise, they cut open the mountain and found a pile of dead bones. Next to the bones were the spear and the bow and arrow."
Qin Ming looked at the spear in his hand. It was extremely heavy in his hand. It weighed over a thousand kilograms. Even with his strength, it felt heavy on his hand. The spear was completely purple and black, and it was one piece from top to bottom. He could feel a strong force when holding it. Domineering power penetrated the whole body, and fierce shouts of killing could be vaguely heard in the ears.
The sea-burial ghost examined the bow and arrow. The workmanship was very rough, as black as ink, like some kind of pig iron forging, and the surface was bumpy. But when the spiritual power broke into it, the bow and arrow vibrated with invisible but strong ripples, as if it were resurrected. Crawling all over the cracks, there seemed to be magma squirming in the cracks, blooming with astonishing high temperatures. The surging air waves lifted up the messy long hair of the sea-burial ghost, reflecting his cold and handsome face.
Qin Ming and Buried Sea Ghost were both excited, baby! What a baby!
"Elder, is there anything wrong with these two weapons?" The two inner temple disciples asked tentatively. They could all feel the power of the spears and bows. They were probably the weapons of the buried big shots, which had been left behind after being buried for so many years. They have been nurtured by seabed mines for thousands of years, and their power can be imagined. If they can refine them, they will be able to exert unparalleled power. In the past few days, they have been excited and excited, dreaming of their own blockbuster.
"There's nothing wrong." Qin Ming and Sea Burial Ghost unanimously put away their spears and bows.
"Eh... you guys..." The man raised his hand, what's going on? Why did you take it away
"Sorry for robbing." Qin Ming grinned.
The Ghost of Burial Sea threw out the cloth bag, like a cloud covering them.
"Hey? Hey! You... ah..." The two of them were still stunned before they were taken in by the cloth bag.
The ghost buried in the sea tied the bag tightly: "Next one."
… …
"No entry?" Qin Ming and Sea Burial Ghost stood in front of a valley. A stone tablet stood at the entrance of the valley. The stone tablet was covered with moss and the words were blurred, as if it had been erected here for many years. The several stone mountains surrounding the valley are not high, but they are covered with various large trees, lush and green, and they look like a fairyland under the mist.
There are several barrel-thick old vines surrounding an open space in the valley. The old vines are like giant pythons emerging from the ground, twisting and turning vigorously. There is a small spring about half a meter in the open space, which emits rich life energy. It turns out to be the fountain of life.
There are more than a dozen small trees half a meter high growing next to the spring pool. Their leaves are as slender as willow leaves, green and very strange in appearance. From a distance, they look like little people standing there with their arms folded. Quiet and peaceful. There is a white jade-colored fruit hanging on each small tree, as big as an apple, smooth and soft, blooming with a faint jade light.
There is a golden pangolin lying in the valley, guarding the spring of life and the spiritual fruit. It is ten meters long, has a restrained aura, and has a high realm. It must be at the holy level.
Qin Ming and Buried Sea Ghost smelled the fruity aroma here from far away, and followed the smell to come here. However, it seems that this place is a forbidden area and is not open to the disciples of the inner palace. It is either a particularly important treasure, or it was planted by a certain guarding elder himself, and it belongs to the owner.
In this kind of place, the disciples in the inner palace did not dare to offend, but Qin Ming had no scruples. He pulled out the stone tablet and blasted it at the sleeping pangolin.
The surface of the pangolin glowed with golden light, and as soon as the stone tablet touched the golden light, it was shattered into pieces. The pangolin shook its head drowsily, opened its sleepy eyes, and just opened a crack, and saw a person squatting in front of it. It thought it was asleep, tilted its head, and subconsciously glanced at the person next to it. The spring of life and the orchard, where a man was holding a spoon and tasting the spring water, smacking his lips.
The pangolin was confused for a long time, and suddenly woke up with a jolt. Just as he raised his head, Qin Ming hit him on the head with a heavy punch that he had packed up.
"Ouch!
Roaring like thunder, the golden light surged into the sky, and the entire valley was submerged in the aura of violence. The violent momentum dispersed the fog in the sky, and was about to hit the high-altitude barrier.
The guarding elders all over the island were awakened. Looking at the astonishing energy fluctuations in the distance and feeling the slight trembling of the ground, they all nodded slowly, feeling very pleased. This momentum must be the birth of a great treasure. I don’t know who is so lucky. It’s just chance.
The inner temple disciples scattered elsewhere were filled with emotion and jealousy. What kind of treasure could it be? This momentum is a bit loud.
Qin Ming fought fiercely with the pangolin and managed to suppress it after more than ten rounds, but was killed by the sea-buried ghost with a knife to split his head open.
The two uprooted the fruit trees, eight each, and divided the life energy, leaving ruins on the ground, and left the valley satisfied. The pangolin, its skin, flesh, and spirit core were all taken away by the Sea Burial Ghost and went out to provide nutrition to the golden lion.
… … …
"Qin Ming?" A cold and charming woman happened to be passing by nearby. She heard someone digging into the mountain and came over out of curiosity. Unexpectedly, she saw a familiar face.
The Burial Sea Ghost detected a weak energy from a short mountain. Qin Ming did not say anything and used his fists to carve out the mountain. He actually pulled out a stone box from inside, which had been blended with the stone. It was not easy to take it out completely.
"You are..." Qin Ming glanced at the woman, who seemed a bit familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he saw one of the people following Yao Wenwu at the Qingluan Ancient Ruins.
That woman almost didn't believe her eyes, Qin Ming? Impossible, am I hallucinating
"Have you found any treasure?" Qin Ming asked casually, trying hard to pry open the stone box, but he couldn't open it.
"I'll do it!" The Sea Burial Ghost waved his hand and slashed at the stone box, with a clanging sound and an ear-splitting sound wave that struck instantly, blowing through the woods like a strong wind and dispersing a large area of fog.
The woman outside covered her ears in pain, but she rubbed her eyes, looked in front of her, rubbed her eyes again, and looked again. That's right, that's Qin Ming! But what is he doing? Why is he here
"Two more swords." Qin Ming grabbed the stone box and threw it into the air.
The sea-buried ghost struck with two knives, and the crack finally broke open. Just as it landed, the sea-buried ghost's black knife was vibrated, and it was forcibly shattered. The things inside were also shaken and flew out, with some white... The fog fell at the feet of the woman in front.
When the woman looked down, she couldn't help but feel surprised. It turned out to be a hand bone!
The snow-white hand bones seemed to be moving slightly.
"Whose hand is this? Why is it sealed in the box?" Qin Ming walked to the woman and picked up the hand bones. They were extremely heavy, like steel.
"Qin Ming?" The woman looked at the man in front of her, a little confused.
"Yes." Qin Ming's thoughts went deep into the bones of his hand, and there was a vast, chaotic blur, with a vaguely tall figure standing proudly between the heaven and the earth, showing endless domineering power.
"Are you Qin Ming?"
"How many more times are you going to ask?"
The woman looked at Qin Ming, who was as casual as if he were at home, and became even more confused: "This is the God Burial Island."
"yes."
"This is our Zhutian Palace's treasured training ground."
"yes."
"Why are you here?"
Qin Ming felt that the hand bones might hold some big secret, so he told the ghost of Burial Sea to keep it. He grinned at the woman: "Where is Yao Wenwu?"
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