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Chapter 97: Visitors from the Dead Sea

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    Qin Yang paid obeisance, seeing the ups and downs, which seemed to be a wave of dead energy, slowly regained his calm, and he finally let go of his heart, feeling a little bit emotional in his heart

    Among these dead ghosts who have turned into ominous ghosts, there are still some who are easy to talk to. Look at this one in front of you. Not to mention his strength, he has a pretty good temper

    Turning around and leaving, bypassing the stretching mausoleum here, Qin Yang hesitated a little, should he continue to move forward?

    At least for now, skills are absolutely infallible, and things that cannot be picked up are naturally not completely their own.

    All these things were thrown into this horrible mausoleum. It stands to reason that the duo of dog and man should already have a feeling by now, knowing that all the things they have tampered with have been destroyed.

    They will inevitably guess that they have fallen into a mausoleum.

    The plan to escape the golden cicada's shell has been completed. If you continue to move forward, the danger will double. If you encounter any serious danger, you will be invincible and you will undoubtedly die.

    But if you don¡¯t move forward, it¡¯s not easy to have such an opportunity to dig a grave according to the order, and don¡¯t go to meet the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the dog and man duo.  Group of great harm to the magic stone holy sect.

    I'm really sorry for taking the risk

    For a while, Qin Yang really hesitated

    ?After all, the predecessors of the dog-male duo are not necessarily good-tempered, some may be sleeping soundly, some may be suffering from insomnia, and their tempers are a little more terrifying than the menopausal mother-in-law

    Qin Yang stood at the fork in the road, and for a moment, it was like standing at the fork in life, sighing.

    "Sure enough, I'm still young, and I'm a little confused"

    At the same time, within the mausoleum, the dead air was like a wave, undulating and magnificent like the sea, wrapped in a sledgehammer with a broken handle, sinking and floating in it.

    The dead air as thick as black ink couldn't even erode the sledgehammer with a broken handle. The sledgehammer with a broken handle seemed to be in a lonely boat, drifting with the current. After a while, the sledgehammer was washed to the central lone peak.

    After a long period of silence, inside the sledgehammer with a broken handle, an extremely ugly, bald chicken head emerged from the hammer. His small eyes looked at the mighty and majestic not far away.  His eyes were full of despair.

    "Qin Youde, come back, ancestor, I was wrong, ancestor shouldn't hack your spirit stone, shouldn't pretend to be dead with you"

    "Are you fucking human, a top treasure, and the top spirit of my ancestor, me, is here, why are you willing to throw the ancestor in this deadly jeopardy, are you still human, come back, ancestor  I swear, I will definitely follow you well in the future, and I won't pretend to be dead with you"

    "Qin Yang, I was wrong, I shouldn't have bumped into you, who made you a weak chicken"

    "Bah, no, Qin Yang, I was wrong, you are the most powerful, wise, wise, come and save me"

    The long, shrill and unpleasant cry resounded through the lonely peak, but the surroundings remained the same, with no reaction at all

    After howling for a while, the ugly chicken's small eyes were completely and forcibly occupied by despair, and there was nothing left.

    Falling into this kind of death jeopardy, maybe ten thousand years later, it is impossible for anyone to take him out, even if he is a primordial spirit, he is almost an immortal existence.

    But in such a place where there is no aura, only infinite death, he is waiting for death, waiting for all the power to be bit by bit, to be pressed to the ground by the big hand called time, and after thousands of years of frantic rubbing, he will be alive  Friction until the Yuanling collapsed and the consciousness disappeared

    What horror, what despair

    However¡­¡­

    Qin Yang didn't even know the existence of the ugly chicken

    The Holy Sect of the Magic Stone, in the Fire Prison Cave of Tianxing Peak.

    Jiang Chuan's face was gloomy, with an unconcealable disappointment in his eyes.

    "Junior Sister, maybe it was the treacherous little thief who found out what we did, so he threw it into a horrible mausoleum and destroyed all those things" Jiang Chuan comforted him in a low voice, just talking, his own  I can't go on.

    "Senior brother, don't comfort me. All the hands and feet I did were forcibly destroyed at almost the same time. Many of them were rotted from the inside. Only places with extremely terrifying dead air can do this."  At this point, that treacherous little thief is already dead." Lian Yu's voice could not hear any joy or anger, but his eyes turned into a pool of stagnant water, and it was difficult to make waves again.

    ?The most hopeful time, I persisted for a full month. Unexpectedly, I still died in the ancestral tomb. The original plan, I am afraid that there is no possibility of success again.

    "Junior Sister" Jiang Chuan opened his mouth, he was speechless, and really didn't know how to comfort her.

    The so-called rhetoric is nothing but self-deception to comfort myself. Among those hands and feet, there are strong and weak, and three of them are all using a secret method to forcibly split a trace of soul power and fuse it with the attached thing.  And other means, even if it is a three-yuan monk, there is absolutely no possibility of discovering it.

    But now they all collapsed at the same time

    The most convincing evidence for him was the moment when the power of the soul collapsed, and the last glimpse of the scene was transmitted.

    The life there is like ink, filling the heaven and the earth, even if they fall into it, they will undoubtedly die. Even if the little thief is treacherous, he will be turned into dust at the first time

    Jiang Chuan sighed secretly in his heart, it's not that he hadn't thought about it, the thief was extremely vigilant, and threw all his belongings there.

    However, this idea was only a flash, and was immediately rejected by Jiang Chuan

    In the end, there was only one conclusion, that good apprentice, who lasted for more than a month, finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell into the ancestral tomb.

    "Senior brother, I want to leave the sect and venture to the wilderness. I'm going to find the location of Asia and the four great sorcery. I only hope that the sorcery there can help me recover. I'm losing a lot of life.  Go one step further, and in another hundred or two hundred years, it will definitely turn into dry bones." Lian Yu stood up, walked out, walked a few steps, stopped suddenly, turned his back to Jiang Chuan, and left behind such a sentence.  He left without looking back.

    "Junior Sister, you" Jiang Chuan stretched out his hand, wanting to stop him, his eyes full of regret, wanting to say that what the little thief said was probably nonsense, but for some reason, he couldn't say it out, couldn't kill the last  hope.

    After a long time, Jiang Chuan stood up, came to the outside of the magic stone ancestral tomb, took out a candle and lit it, stuck it on the ground, took out a jar of wine and placed it there, and looked at the ancestral tomb with blank eyes.

    "No matter what your name is, let's call you Jia Yun. Since you are dead, I only hope that what you said before is true. I will go after my junior sister today. If there is a day of success in the future, I will make a promise for you."  Yiguanzhong, every year today, I personally kneel down to pay homage to you."

    On the other side, Lian Yu left the Magic Stone Sacred Sect without a sound, took a white jade boat, came to the seaside, and sailed towards the boundless sea.

    After flying for only three hours, I saw the ocean below, which had turned into pitch black, and the waves were churning, as if there would never be a peaceful day.

    Going on for another three hours, the aura here has become extremely violent, and there will be a burning and burning feeling just by breathing.

    "Boom"

    In the black sea ahead, the waves are vast, stretching for thousands of miles, sweeping from the horizon, in front of the waves, a dilapidated five-story ship with a height of one hundred feet, swaying its wings and paddles, shining with infinite aura, flying in front of the waves  .

    ?On the building and boat, a huge flag of one hundred feet flutters in the wind, with the words "Futu" written on it, constantly blooming with spiritual light, forcing back the chasing wave behind.

    "Boom!"

    The spiritual light shattered, and the wave collapsed. In the wave, there were layers of sharp teeth intertwined, and a giant kiss hundreds of feet in size protruded out, crushing half of the building in one bite!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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