The shopkeeper was cautious, but unfortunately not cautious enough.
Qing Ming dares to bring huge sums of money to seek medicine in other places, so he is definitely not a strong dragon that a local snake can bully. Such a simple truth, but some people are blind and unable to see through it.
The poor shopkeeper has no eyes for gold and jade, and he thinks he has the backing of a broken sword to do whatever he wants. Such idiots can only go out at noon, because sooner or later something will happen.
As it happens, it's early in the morning right now.
Black Sand Island is dark and deserted, and it is definitely a good place for killing people and stealing goods.
The person who came is indeed evil!
Yan Ci took out a piece of dead bamboo from nowhere, and knocked it on the reef slowly and loudly.
The sound of extortion sounded extremely familiar. The shop owner's heart pounded seven or eight times in a row, and he said with a grimace: "Why is your distinguished guest here?"
Qing Ming didn't bother to talk at all, and with a flick of his slender palm, a palm print passed under the cover.
The shopkeeper was still holding on, jumping up and down at first, trying to survive by relying on several unique magic weapons.
Unexpectedly, he was captured alive by Qing Ming just after meeting each other. Not only did he obediently spit out the treasure he had accumulated for many years, but he also sincerely sold the broken knife for free.
The shop owner was very cooperative, told me everything he knew, and was kind enough to provide two well-made maps of the island and the sea, determined not to leave any reason for being silenced.
Seeing that no more valuable secrets could be found, Yan Ci said: "It's ungrateful to betray my old master, but I can't bear to let you continue to live in the world." As soon as the withered bamboo was given away, he stabbed it to the core.
Han Bing weighed the Sumeru ring that the shop owner had taken off from his wrist and complained: "You are definitely not a good person."
Yan Ci smiled and said, "Good deeds should not be done to evil people, not to mention that eliminating evil means promoting good. This is also the state."
Qing Ming was not in the mood to listen to his nonsense and ordered: "This place is less than a day's journey from the Queen's Tomb. You two don't need to follow us. We can go straight across the strait to Jingluo Island and wait. If everything goes well, we can return tomorrow evening."
Han Bing raised his eyes and begged, "Songshan Eagle has countless followers. Please come with us to help our uncle."
Qing Ming shook his head and refused, saying that the purpose of his trip was to seize the treasure and that he needed to avoid entanglement as much as possible. It would be difficult for the group to escape with him. After giving careful instructions, he put away his staff and drifted away.
Yan Ci and Han Bing knew the pros and cons, so they had no choice but to follow Qing Ming's advice and go to Whale Island in the northwest.
With Red Phoenix and Qingluan guarding him, he was not afraid of many dangers, so Yan Ci devoted all his thoughts to Han Bing.
The two are in love with each other, charming in every way, and there is a sweet and relaxed atmosphere around them.
Yan Ci explained Yi with witty words and endless love words all the way, holding Han Bing's delicate and smooth jade hand like an onion root and slowly escaped. She sincerely hopes that this moment will never pass and this road will never end.
Han Bing's heart was like a deer bumping into each other, her eyelashes were lowered, and Ranxia's pretty face was extremely shy.
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Qingming's escape skills are superb, and it was just midnight when he arrived at Kinkimon Kitayama.
According to the shop owner, the area around the ancient tomb has been under martial law for a long time, but as we walked through the mountains and ridges, there were no visible posts or hidden posts.
Qing Ming secretly felt strange, but he was also happy and relaxed. He followed the map and the passage was extremely smooth. He crossed several ridges and escaped to the outside of the Queen's Tomb.
Ancient tombs were built by carving out mountains, with a majestic atmosphere and lush vegetation. The hills were piled up to seal the earth, and deep gullies were dug to make trenches.
Through the exploration with spiritual thoughts, he found the entrance to the underground palace in a secret place. His spiritual thoughts went down through the gap and made a rough circle. Qing Ming couldn't help but make a sound of surprise.
The underground palace occupies a very wide area, with an outline that is rounded in front and back, and decorated in a simple and clumsy way.
He turned into a gust of breeze and explored around. The furnishings in the tomb were intact, but there were blood stains all over the ground. Dozens of low-level cultivators were lying dead in it. The corpses were still warm. It seemed that they had been killed not long ago.
Qing Ming's curiosity became more and more intense, and he searched all the side halls and ear chambers but found nothing. However, he found a secret passage for the dead made of trapezoidal tomb bricks in the corner of the back hall.
A long-bright lamp fueled by mermaid grease was lit in the secret passage, and the dim green light rendered the surroundings extremely strange.
Check for traces and then identify various scents. The place is filled with gloomy air, with a weird musty smell floating in the air. There are ashes similar to smoke and candles remaining on the floor tiles, which are signs of the incineration of the Yin spirit.
In addition, there are two strange smells looming, one is an old acquaintance, and the other is not unfamiliar.
Going down the sloping secret passage, the second floor of the ancient tomb is arranged into a labyrinth of multiple passages, with traps such as quicksand, crossbow arrows, poisonous smoke, and ground spears.
The maze was damaged in many places, and a group of fusion-stage monks and two infant-transformation cultivators were also dumped in it. Their deaths were not ugly, but the signs were that they had been killed by a silent blow from an outside intruder.
At the end of the maze, bluestone stairs descend step by step. Entering along the tomb passage, you are faced with two half-opened copper tomb doors. The shape is rich in the charm of ancient Xia, magnificent and in line with the royal standards.
Qing Ming released a ray of spiritual thought and slipped into the tomb door. The tomb was spacious and well equipped with corridors, nave, apse, transepts, caissons, cloisters, and burial pits. The pillars were all made of bluestone, and the sun pattern was engraved on the brick surface. , the specifications are magnificent and domineering.
The main hall is full of splendor, with various palace secret treasures scattered around, and the four-layered coffin painted with lacquer has been overturned.
Deep in the main hall, Jiu Ying, who has pigtails soaring to the sky, and Tengu, who has turned into a blind young man, are in tacit agreement. Song Shan Ying, who is wearing a hakama and wearing a leather jacket, is fighting fiercely.
When Qing Ming was asking the shop owner for a confession, he heard that the Nine Infant Beast had landed on the island earlier. It was active in the land of fireworks all day long and was keen on flirting with the female cultivators of the Broken Blade style. Its inexplicable appearance in the ancient tomb was surprising. Unexpected.
At present, the snipe and the clam are fighting, and the fisherman is in a favorable situation. Qing Ming holds his breath and quietly activates his spiritual mind to investigate carefully.
In the place where the coffin was originally placed, there was the entrance to the secret chamber that had been broken down recently. The clouds filled the air, and all kinds of spiritual energy flowed out.
Qing Ming did not rush forward, raised his hand and put an invisibility charm on his chest, watching the show in silence.
There was a bit of a stalemate in the fight, because the secret room was close at hand, so everyone used rat weapons and deliberately restrained their magical power to avoid affecting the treasure.
The Songshan Eagle wields a simple cane with an ancient feel and green leaves that have not yet faded to defend itself against the enemy.
The phantom and real shadows of the cane are intertwined, and the trajectory of the cane is difficult to find when it wanders and relaxes, and it is ever-changing. It is the ghost way technique that is derived from the secret techniques of Buddhism and Taoism, Taoist yin and yang techniques and the secret techniques of Sansect.
Suddenly, the cane was pressed down in the air, spraying out two strange black and red cold flames.
Jiu Ying swam and slid around, picking up the emerald green Fang Hushan and smashing it head on. Tengu responded from the side, and the flying needles transformed from dog hair whizzed and shot, breaking through the air like a heavy rain to kill.
The two cold flames were constantly changing, like a living thing plunging down. The flames surged wildly as they touched the ground, and billowing black and red energy swept across the tomb in an instant.
This situation was really weird. Jiu Ying hurriedly activated the Gang Qi to protect his body. Suddenly, he saw a group of ghost servants holding mourning sticks coming from the strange fog. The dense sticks struck down in turn.
Ghostly spirits rustle, wailing sounds suddenly arise, and all kinds of weird feelings such as mold, misfortune, disaster, sadness, etc. all come together, as if there are hundreds of kinds of pain coming one after another.
When it comes to evil and ferocious power, Jiuying has a unique advantage. He poked the tip of his nose and sneered, "You're a bastard. The famous painstaking path has made him look like this. It's really just an illusion."
After speaking, the little mouth made a fierce sound, and spit out several rounds of black fire blades. The light blades circled suddenly, and the steaming ghostly energy was even better.
Jiu Ying was spitting loudly, black fire was flying all over the room, and the chirping was so lively that all the ghosts were intimidated.
Watching the blind young man, he was also complacent. The tengu swallowed up everything, the sun and the moon, and a few ghosts were not enough to fill the gap between his teeth.
Songshan Ying secretly lamented that the passing of the year was unfavorable. He clearly had a treasure in sight, but he encountered these two monsters messing around.
While Jiuying encouraged the Tengu to fight hard, he also made jokes and aroused Songshan Ying's anger with every word.
Songshan Ying finally couldn't bear it anymore, threw his staff, twisted his fingers and chanted strange words. After reciting the cane, the cane became blurred for a while, and it transformed into thirty-six phantoms, dense and dense, forming a canopy.
A surge of murderous intent rose sharply, and thunder spewed out from the tip of the staff. On the top of the tomb, black clouds could be seen rolling in and gathering together, and streaks of lightning were gathering momentum to chop down.
The tengu's expression was solemn, and his eyes were blinded and twitching by the cold and stern murderous intent.
"Zhaotian Lei!" Jiu Ying muttered solemnly, and with a snap of his fingers, Fang Hushan suddenly flew forward and rose several feet. The vast spiritual energy protected him and the Tengu shield tightly.
The room was full of sinister and evil spirits, the ancient tombs trembled slightly, and thunder from the sky suddenly tore open the gloom, mixed with countless resentful ghosts and cruel souls, which merged into a blazing white Jiao Jiao and roared down. The momentum is fierce and brave.
A thunderstorm roared, and Fanghu Mountain collapsed when thunder struck. In the blink of an eye, the entire mountain ridge was struck by thunder and burned into smoke.
Jiuying's seven orifices were soaked in blood, and he was connected to the immortal mountain. He felt that there was a mysterious thunder force crushing in the spiritual platform, and his whole body was numb and abnormal. He tried to vomit all his spiritual power to resist, but was suddenly grabbed by the tengu and ran away.
The lightning approached fiercely, and a flash flashed through the air, leaping to the top of the two transformed beasts' heads. The cold and pure evil energy imprisoned the void, making it difficult for them to fly without wings.
The Tengu is ready to die, and the situation is extremely critical.
Jiu Ying chose to sacrifice another head to save his life, and his heavenly spirit was covered with black energy. The shadows of Jiu Ying jumped into the depths of Yin Lei, and used their abundant soul power to consume Zhao Tian Lei.
Matsuyama Ying was deeply puzzled and said with a smile: "The method is really unique, but it's a pity that the show is not over yet."
The thunder in the sky rolled again, gaining momentum.
Suddenly, under Jiu Ying's feet, a green streak of electric arc jumped up, using the cover of thick fog and thunder to fly swiftly in the air.
There was no strange sound at all, and it did not reveal the slightest sinister aura, but it contained the purest power of thunder.
Songshan Ying was full of confidence and firmly believed that Zhao Tianlei could kill the ferocious beast in one fell swoop. When he noticed the change, he mistakenly thought that the Nine Infants were trapped and the beast was still fighting, so he sneered and took no precautions.
It wasn't until he noticed a figure with black hair in a bun and a charming figure on the eyebrows and eyes that he suddenly woke up and screamed in horror: "Monk Kong Ming!"
"Thunder Road!" Jiu Ying's breath was weak, and his exclamation was full of anticipation and awe. When he saw clearly who was coming, he felt as if he had been enchanted and could no longer move his feet.
The blue arc of electricity arrived in an instant, and a world-destroying aura suddenly surged out, carrying invincible power and striking at the center of Songshan Ying's eyebrows.
Songshan Ying worked hard to break the restrictions in the secret room, and when he was about to get the treasure, he suddenly saw Jiuying dragging the tengu through the door and shouting for death.
During the fierce battle, his power continued to weaken, not to mention that after using the great magical power of Zhao Tianlei, there was not much remaining mana left, and he definitely did not have the courage to fight against the monks of the same level.
After all the hard work and hard work, Songshan Ying's heart suddenly failed and he sent a palm towards the secret room. Then he turned into yellow smoke and fell to the ground to escape.
It's a pity that Qing Ming has taken care of all his retreat options. His fragrant body spans the void, intercepts the power of his palm, and the origin of the thunder path moves with his thoughts, and shoots out a round of Qingxia overflowing with divine brilliance to seal the surface.
The yellow smoke couldn't penetrate the ground, and half of it collapsed, re-condensing into the shape of the Songshan Eagle. He was stunned for a moment, and a green bamboo stick rushed towards him.
Without any chance to breathe, Songshan Ying's body was beaten into a pulp with a stick. As soon as Nascent Soul escaped from the body, it was tightly clamped by Qing Ming in his palm.
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