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Qin Yang was very complicated.
Qin Yang was also a little uncertain whether he wanted to strangle the seemingly knowledgeable pretender, or thank him for pointing it out directly.
The atmosphere is a bit weird.
The bastards of the Buddha Demon Cult wanted to beat that blue-eyed youth to death.
After all, most of the people who come here are just to explore a new secret realm.
Those who can come here are not weak.
Duankong Island is definitely not for the tomb of Lord Haidao, they are also for the legendary blessed land in all likelihood.
As for the Deng sect, needless to say, it is most likely for the life lamp.
The appearance of the headless lantern is the lamp of life, and it is impossible for Deng Zong not to know.
But now, I suddenly learned that this may be the entrance to the mausoleum of a titled Taoist monarch, and it has never been discovered before.
Then explore the secret realm of the fart!
What kind of blessed land do you want, what kind of life lamp do you want.
As long as you can enter the mausoleum where Lord Haidao is buried, and grab any treasures, it will be blood money.
After all, the hair on the legs of a once prestigious titled Daoist is thicker than all of their waists combined!
The blue-eyed youth nestled under the Black Sea, searching back and forth, looking for this place where spirituality intertwined with fierce land.
After finding a node, he immediately sat cross-legged, clasped his hands on his lower abdomen, and dragged a cloud of spiritual light in his palms.
Looking up at the group of people outside, the blue-eyed young man slowly closed his eyes with a smile on his lips, and didn't care anymore.
He has made it clear that he has no interest in the mausoleum where Lord Haidao is buried. He is using it to conceive the spirituality of the magic weapon and prepare for the birth of the Yuanling from the magic weapon.
As for the others, no one would drag a guy with unfathomable strength into the ranks of entering the mausoleum.
This is also the reason why the two members of the Buddha Demon Cult were so angry that they wanted to strangle the blue-eyed youth to death, but they insisted on holding back a word of cruel words without saying a word.
The little Demon Buddha lowered his eyes and remained silent, holding a string of human bone Buddha beads in his hands, fiddled with them non-stop, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
And the Withered Blood Daoist Lady stood up on the shoulder of the Withered Blood Daoist, with a cold light in her eyes, and swept towards the others.
"Little Mofo, let's put our competition aside for now, let's kill all these unsightly guys."
As soon as the words fell, behind the Withered Blood Dao Ji, two more emaciated, half-human, half-corpse Withered Blood Dao Soldiers emerged, and the cold breath, swirling the strong wind, spread to the surroundings.
Duan Zhangkong and the people from Duan Kong Island exchanged glances with the Deng Zong trio, and moved closer together tacitly.
The remaining few soy sauce pirates with good strength who were still immersed in shock also got together without saying a word.
Only Qin Yang was left alone, floating in midair alone.
"Let's kill this body cultivator first. His energy and blood are too strong. He doesn't look like a three-yuan cultivator" Withered Blood Dao Ji licked her lips and stared at Qin Yang, her eyes shining .
And Qin Yang crossed his arms, glanced at the little Demon Buddha who was not moving, and sneered.
"Then try it. Anyway, I just came to see the excitement. This place is a terrible situation where the blood of the magic dragon is bleeding. Unfortunately, the one just didn't make it clear that this is the Nine Demon Dragon. It is peeled and bleeds. It is simply for you to It is also impossible to open the mausoleum portal, but it can still be done."
Withered Blood Daoist Ji's brows stood erect, her eyes shot with murderous intent, turned into false electricity, and kept shining. Behind him, a Withered Blood Daoist with a metal mask disappeared suddenly.
But only for a moment, I saw the little Demon Buddha grabbing the arm of the Withered Blood Daoist with one hand, and suddenly appeared beside the Withered Blood Daoist.
"Dried blood, enough."
The little Demon Buddha closed his eyes slightly, his face was very calm, he raised his head slightly, glanced at Qin Yang, and then glanced at the others.
"Buying Hai Daojun is the ancestor of my Futu Demon Cult. His mausoleum is not accessible to outsiders. Even if we have tokens, we may not be safe and sound. If you enter rashly, you will definitely die. Why not be like that young master and find him?" Find an opportunity in this secret realm."
"What are you doing talking so much nonsense with them?" Withered Blood Dao Ji's face was not very good-looking.
"I already feel that the Blood Moon Deadpool is about to appear, and he is about to find his head, and we will definitely die by then."
Little Demon Buddha calmly explained, meaning that if you continue to ink, none of us will be able to enter.
"Heh" Withered Blood Dao Ji glanced around coldly, sneered, and said nothing more.
&nb, Qin Yang couldn't help feeling a little hopeful in his heart.
Following the direction of distribution of the number of dry leaves, until reaching the center of the giant tree forest, I finally saw a towering giant tree standing in the center.
The main trunk is thousands of feet thick, the top of the tree cannot be seen, the scattered branches and buds are bare, and there are many huge dead leaves hanging sparsely. There are also a small number of leaves that have not completely withered and are barely green.
bleak, dead silence.
? I can hardly feel any vitality, as if it is really dead.
"Senior? Senior Banyan Tree?" Qin Yang raised his head and shouted.
The voice echoed in the forest, but there was no response at all.
Qin Yang sighed, took out a Yimu Jingqi crystal, and stuck it on the root of the giant tree that was exposed on the ground.
"Senior, this is your own thing, you should be able to take a sip, right?"
After a long while, there was still no response.
It was only when Qin Yang was about to give up that he finally saw that Yimu Jingqi crystallized, shining with emerald green light, slowly blending into the roots of the tree.
"Senior?" Qin Yang cheered up, and he guessed right.
That banyan tree demon is indeed a doppelg?nger, and the one here is the deity.
Only when you absorb your own strength can you be so relaxed.
However, the giant tree still did not respond
Gritting his teeth, Qin Yang took out Yimu Jingqi crystals one by one and threw them on the tree roots.
Seeing the tree roots devouring them one by one, Qin Yang's heart was bleeding.
After throwing away 99% of the Yimu Jingqi crystals in his hand, only a dozen or so remained, Qin Yang sighed and cupped his hands.
"Senior, I only have so many in my hand. I have to keep a few as souvenirs. If I can't breastfeed you, then I will try my best. We will meet again in the mountains and rivers. Let's see you again by fate. Where is your clone? We are living now." It's pretty good, it's very safe, so you can go at ease."
"After all, life and death have their own destiny. If you don't die, whoever will die, right? After so many years, you must have already seen it off"
Qin Yang turned around and left. He really tried his best to achieve this step
However, just after walking a few steps, the ground was torn apart, and a tree root quickly entangled Qin Yang's feet, pulling Qin Yang back upside down.
"Senior, you don't want to be particular about this!" Qin Yang was stunned
What does this mean? Can I keep a few as souvenirs?
Ninety-ninety percent of the time I threw it out, but I didn't milk you, how many are you short of?
"All right, all right, I'll give you the last few too, senior, you're being too careless!" Qin Yang gritted his teeth, took out the last few crystals of Yimu Jingqi, and threw them all on the tree roots.
Anyway, he gave it to him at the beginning, and the crystallization of Yimu Jingqi these years has helped him a lot, and he has left the rest behind.
Jumu ate the last few crystals of Yimu's essence, and the tree roots did not let go of Qin Yang, but entangled Qin Yang and floated towards the trunk.
On the main trunk, there was a crack, like a big mouth, and the roots were shaped like big hands, entangled Qin Yang, and stuffed him into the big mouth.
Qin Yang's face turned green.
In that crack, it was pitch black and gloomy, and it didn't look like a good place no matter what.
"Senior, I am the clone who saved you, and I am the heir of Daojun. You can't eat me even if you eat meat!"
Struggling with all my strength, I couldn't get rid of the seemingly withered roots, and my whole body seemed to be frozen, and I couldn't use it at all. I could only watch the crack getting closer
"Senior, let me tell you the truth. I have a magic hand suppressed on my body. It is stinky and extremely poisonous. You are in a state of residual blood, and you finally recovered your blood, so don't play it dead."
"It's better to die than to live. Senior, I'm doing it for your own good. Don't eat meat" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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