The Dragon Burying Sword has disappeared! An Daoran's face was filled with astonishment, and he looked at Zhu An'an and then at Jiang Ming.
"Did you just see who stole the Dragon Burial Sword?" Zhu An'an shook his head. A strange color flashed in Jiang Ming's eyes as he retreated here, and then he shook his head to express that he didn't know anything.
At this time, An Daoran was completely dumbfounded. The Dragon Burying Sword was originally on the sword platform, but now it has disappeared?
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster! An Daoran's brain was running rapidly, trying to figure out what was going on, but he didn't know that Jiang Ming was full of resentment at this moment.
"Little Heizi, what do you want to do? Why did you swallow the Dragon Burial Sword!" What others don't know, and what An Daoran doesn't know, is that Jiang Ming has a black sword on his body, which directly swallows up the Dragon Burial Sword. This time, There is no more Dragon Burial Sword in this world.
"It's just a rubbish magic weapon, nothing worth worrying about."
"I thought it was some magic weapon at first, but now it seems like it's just rubbish."
"And I dare to say that this is not the Dragon Burial Sword at all. It is probably a lie fabricated by some people." Heijian said nonchalantly. When Jiang Ming heard this, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows.
"What do you mean? Is it possible that the Dragon Burying Sword statement was false from beginning to end?"
"The possibility is very high. It is probably a scam created by the guards who left this sword to achieve some purpose. I have to say that this guy does have some tricks. He can actually use a garbage sword to deceive everyone for several days. A thousand years and nearly ten thousand years.”
"I have to say that this guy is indeed a ruthless person. In order to bring the whole situation to a successful conclusion, he even dragged a monk in the infant transformation stage into this muddy water and refined him into a living dead guard."
"If this guy still has intelligence, he will definitely be pissed to death. Even if he is refined into a living dead guard, it is not to protect any secrets, but to ensure the success of a scam, tsk tsk." Listening to these words, Jiang Ming was stunned.
But soon he shook his head.
"That's not right. Since Mr. Jiu has told me to come over, it is enough to show that there are indeed some mysteries in the Dragon Burial Cave. He is not someone like An Daoran. He is good at deducing everything. There is no way he doesn't know this."
"No, he may really not know. After all, the owner of the Dragon Burial Sword was an existence in the half-step Hedao realm. Although he is a low-ranking person, he still cannot be underestimated."
"After that, he ascended to the upper realm. Whether he became an immortal himself or followed him to the upper realm through other people's channels, it is enough to show that he has a strong trump card... The most important thing is that I suspect that this has something to do with the Qing royal family. "
"The person who arranged the whole scam is probably not a member of the Zhan family or a member of the Long family, but the Qing royal family!" Heijian said his thoughts again, but quickly shook his head,
"Forget it, my brain is not suitable for this kind of brain-burning game, so I'll leave it to you to study and guess." After hearing this, Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows again, and then said seriously: "I think it's possible great."
"What the hell?"
"What I mean is that your guess this time may have been correct." Jiang Ming said angrily,
"You never do anything good when you are serious, but you are often the most charming when you are making nonsense, and you can always analyze the situation clearly... Xiao Heizi, did you do this on purpose?" As he spoke, the newcomer was already talking to him. The living dead guards went online, and the strength they displayed was terrifying.
"Another peak infant transformation?" An Daoran was completely numb. Forget about a living dead guard who was refined and forcibly promoted to the peak level of infant transformation by special means.
Why has a living guard at the peak of his infant transformation appeared now? Jiang Ming was also stunned, looked at An Daoran again, and instinctively uttered a few words: "How about we withdraw first?" An Daoran swallowed.
"Retreat!" A living dead guard at the peak of his infant transformation was a headache. What's more, there was a living monk at the peak of his infant transformation. This would simply kill him.
The mysterious strong man had long been aware of the situation here, but he didn't care and just let the two of them leave. At this time, Jiang Ming turned around as if he had sensed it, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"Why is this breath so familiar? Who is this guy?" Soon the three of them withdrew from the Dragon Burial Cave, and even ran out of the Dragon Burial Pond in a flash.
"Hoo ho ho!" At this moment, An Daoran exhaled a few big breaths and took a few deep breaths, feeling that it was the end of the catastrophe.
Snap! A sharp long sword was placed on his neck, and the shooter was none other than Zhu An'an. An Daoran's eyes shrank and he asked confusedly: "Xia Xia, what do you mean by this? We have fought together and we can be considered comrades in arms. Do you need to treat me like this?" Zhu An'an was too lazy to pay attention to this. The guy immediately looked at Jiang Ming.
"Brother, how to deal with this guy?" She was very unhappy seeing An Daoran and wanted to kill him immediately.
Jiang Ming's eyes flickered for a few times, and then he said: "Let him go." Zhu Anan took back the sword without hesitation, making An Daoran a little confused.
What's happening here? Why do you want to kill yourself? Jiang Ming knew the reason why Zhu An'an used the sword. It was because An Daoran came from the Yin-Yang Ancient Sect, and there was also a lot of conflict and hatred between Jiang Ming and the Yin-Yang Ancient Sect. Zhu Anan wanted to kill An Daoran to prevent future troubles. .
But Jiang Ming thought more. He didn't care about such a guy, but he thought he could use An Daoran to undercover the Yin Yang Ancient Sect.
"Get him, I want to refine him!" An Daoran's face changed wildly, he wanted to escape but was easily caught. At the same level, although the gap is not too big, he is definitely not Zhu An'an's opponent, not to mention that Zhu An'an has now reached the peak level of infant transformation, and his combat power is enough to crush him!
"Ning Caichen, what do you mean by this? Why do you want to refine me?" An Daoran was suppressed and knelt on the ground, with a look of aggrievedness on his face. He never thought that one day he would encounter such a thing.
Jiang Ming glanced at him sideways and said nonchalantly: "The reason is very simple. It's because of your special status."
"What identity."
"Are you a member of the Yin-Yang Ancient Sect?" An Daoran was even more confused. What does his being a member of the Yin-Yang Ancient Sect have to do with Ning Caichen?
"Bang!" The next moment, a slave mark fell in An Daoran's body. It was set by Zhu An. This slave mark was different from others. It was developed by Jiang Ming using special means and was recognized by heaven and earth.
Unless you are a destined saint, you cannot eradicate this slave mark, and this is also the practical application of a method in the mysterious scroll given by Mo Lingche.
