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Chapter 52

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    Thousands of miles to the north of Qinglin City, there is a bottomless crack that stretches for thousands of miles and is more than ten miles wide. Inside it, the dark wind howls all day long, ghosts howl, and there are countless poisons.  The rainbow is difficult to cross, and it has long been a dangerous place that everyone can't avoid.

    There are many legends about this knife gorge, and the most widely spread is the origin. It is said that thousands of years ago, there were two strong men fighting.  One knife gorge.

    Until later, there were more and more legends. Some people have seen the Yin River floating, with endless ghosts howling and rolling in it, and some have seen the tide-like group of poisonous substances migrating to their nests. Of course, the most popular one is which strong person enters it and then  Didn't come out yet, which strong man thinks his strength is tyrannical, wants to fly across Yidao Gorge, but falls into it

    There are countless news like this.

    Qin Yang has a toothache, so he didn't ask any more questions if he knew about it. Now that he knows the news, it will only increase his troubles

    If you really want to get the "Secret Code of Burying the Sea", the most ideal situation is naturally that the Taoist Lord Buried Hai died, and his soul was scattered, leaving no memory, only the remnant body with dissipated power, buried in a place where there are few people, and then  If you go to touch the corpse, you might be able to find out the "Secret Code of Burying the Sea".

    But now, I don't know whether the Taoist buried in the sea is alive or dead

    Or the Taoist Lord Buried Sea is dead, and he sneaks into the Buddha Demon Sect, trying to get the "Secret Book of Burial Sea", and the degree of difficulty is too high to complete.

    After all, if there is a collection in the Futu Demon Cult, it is also the classics of the town school, and there may not be many people in the Demon Cult who have seen it with their own eyes.

    Furthermore, the Buddha Demon Sect has never heard of this name at all. Who knows where it is?

    However, there are Taoist titles and secret scriptures in the sect. The strength of the Futu Demon Sect is definitely above the Huliang Sansheng Sect.

    Well, this one is basically useless, and the last one is to jump off Yidao Gorge to try your luck, let alone talk about it

    "The road ahead is long, so why bother yourself, who knows what will happen in the future, don't think about it again, maybe, you will find something more suitable than the Secret Book of Burial in the Sea in the future, after all, the ancient classics and secret books I have seen are just  There are only a few." Daoist Zixiao saw that Qin Yang seemed to be in distress, so he smiled faintly.

    "Okay, I don't have time to say more, I should go too." Taoist Zixiao paused for a moment, as if he remembered something: "By the way, I just have a small matter and I want to ask you for help."

    "Senior, please tell me, as long as the junior can do it, I dare not refuse."

    Taoist Zixiao nodded, took out a foot-long yellow paper, and handed it to Qin Yang: "If the thief is dead, you will have a chance to see his mausoleum in the future, please stick this on his tombstone  On, of course, it would be best if it can be attached to his bones, and it is right to let out a bad breath."

    Qin Yang took the yellow paper, and the corner of his mouth twitched

    There are four vigorous and powerful characters on the yellow paper: treacherous villain.

    The hatred in it permeated the paper, rushing towards his face, just looking at it, Qin Yang felt a stabbing pain in his soul, and his eyes were extremely sour.

    Hastily took out a wooden box and put the note in the box, not daring to read it again.

    Qin Yang was a little helpless, Taoist Zixiao really hated Taoist Zanhai to the core, he had been dead for so long, leaving only a little remnant, but he still remembered the hatred of the past.

    And I have to rely on this method to vent my anger

    "Okay, senior, if there is a chance, I will do it." Qin Yang replied a little weakly

    "I'll take you out." Taoist Zixiao nodded, and with a wave of his hand, Qin Yang's vision was in vain, and he returned to the entrance of the mausoleum in an instant.

    A hand beside him protruded from the void, grabbed Qin Yang's shoulder and pulled Qin Yang into the shadow of the world.

    "Senior, why do you look so ugly" Seeing the old man again, Qin Yang couldn't help being a little puzzled. The old man's complexion was pale, his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were trembling slightly.

    "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go." The old man shouted in a low voice, and pulled Qin Yang away, but when he looked back, his eyes were full of fear.

    I didn't expect that there was only a little remnant left, and there was such a divine power. With just a glance in the air, I saw through the shadows, and fixed the old man in place.

    If there is no malice, I am afraid that it is just a thought, the old man will die without a place to bury him.

    "Senior?"

    "Go quickly." The old man carried Qin Yang and walked in the shadows. He was a little frightened. When he was walking, he almost turned into a stream of light, and all the surrounding scenes turned into blurred afterimages, and he quickly retreated.

    The old man carried Qin Yang and flew hundreds of miles away, and then he poked his head out of the shadows, growing aTake a deep breath.

    "This old man really lost his mind. I went to explore some mausoleum with you. Fortunately, Taoist Zixiao didn't want to care about me. Otherwise, this old man might be the most aggrieved one among the ancestors of the Taoist sect" The old man also said  Not just angry but scared, he stood still and stomped his feet.

    "Cough, senior, why don't I give you another bag?" Qin Yang was also a little embarrassed. Before he went, he didn't know that it would be so dangerous.  

    "Forget it" The old man sighed, and was speechless for a long time.

    After a while, the old man's expression changed, and he raised his eyes to stare at Qin Yang. After staring at Qin Yang until his whole body became hairy, he squeezed out a smile: "Boy, you are too honest, and your strength is too weak. You will die ugly outside sooner or later.  In this way, as a preacher of the Taoist sect, the old man still has some rights, so I will let you join my Taoist sect."

    However¡­¡­

    Before Qin Yang could answer, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the distant sky, like a scorching sun, falling from the void, dazzling the brilliance, sweeping away, and in an instant, the sky changed and the day changed, turning this night into endless day  .

    The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, and a long, calm and atmospheric bell sounds from it. Ripples visible to the naked eye float by.

    Above the mausoleum, the black clouds dissipated, the black light disappeared, and countless huge corpses guarding the mausoleum revealed their true faces.

    But only for a moment, the bell rang again.

    "Boom"

    These hundreds of tomb-guarding corpse beasts, if you pull out any one at random, can compete with those three great powers, but at this moment, they seem to be destroyed, and they are all smashed into powder in a short breath.

    "Boom"

    The bell rang again, and the reversed universe, swept by with a ripple, easily returned to its original state.

    All of a sudden, the mausoleum was completely exposed, and there was no protection left. If the bell rang again, the mausoleum would probably collapse

    "Haoyang Treasure Bell!" The old man exclaimed, and then seemed to think of something, he smiled and gloated: "The Xuantian Sacred Sect is willing to die, but even if you sacrifice the magic weapon of the Zhenpai Haoyang Treasure Bell  , How many times can they ring? Besides, they underestimate Taoist Zixiao too much, and they will suffer a lot."

    The old man cheerfully carried Qin Yang into the air, squeezed a piece of white cloud, refined it into a cloud bed, threw Qin Yang on it, then flipped his hands over to take out a table, put on wine and vegetables, filled it with fine wine, and sat down on it.  On a bed of clouds.

    "Sit down and watch the show quickly, this kind of big show comes only once in ten thousand years."

    "Senior, do you also have enmity with Xuantian Sacred Sect?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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