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Chapter 92

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    Speaking of which, the crystallization of Yimu Jingqi is definitely more precious than the spirit stones of the fourth and fifth grades, but rare things are more expensive. Qin Yang¡¯s Yimu Jingqi crystallization filled several storage bags.  The banyan tree demon is squatting, not cherishing it at all, but it is a high-grade spirit stone, but it can't be obtained no matter what

    I haven't paid attention to the matter of Lingshi before. After all, the duo of dogs and men didn't take his Yimu Jingqi crystal, and Qin Yang didn't care if something else was missing

    Now, my lungs are about to explode

    Joyful and happy, most of the mood of digging graves according to the order is gone.

    After sorting out these things that could not be picked up, Qin Yang had a look of melancholy and regret

    The black cloak is indeed a good thing, the ultimate in sneaking into the hidden magic weapon, but unfortunately I can't have it

    The Jade Slip is a Xinjinnaxi formula, if you throw it away, you throw it away, anyway, I have incorporated it into my own exercises.

    The embroidered purse was snatched from Concubine De at the beginning. In fact, I later realized that Concubine De must have recognized herself through this thing.  Just leave it alone

    Of course, the most important thing is that this embroidered purse is a storage bag, and its capacity is seven or eight times larger than that of ordinary storage bags. Qin Yang couldn't find a better one, so he was naturally reluctant to throw it away.

    Now, I can't do without throwing it away. Who knows whether Defei was the only one who did the tricks on the purse, or the duo of dog and man also did the tricks

    Throw it down together

    There is also a sledgehammer with a broken handle. Good things are indeed good things. Anyway, Qin Yang believes that the sledgehammer with a broken handle is not easy, but in the current situation, it is better to throw it away.  What's the use of a time bomb that explodes at any time.

    After all the things were tidied up, and the storage bag that should be discarded was hung on his waist, Qin Yang raised his head, ready to get busy with business.

    The Demon Stone Ancestral Tomb is somewhat similar to the original Yinhuai Ghost Tomb, both of which are secret realms that can be entered and exited at will.

    The so-called secret realm, throughout the ages, has been said in many ways, but there is a general saying, which is the most widely spread.

    The world itself is like the trunk of a big tree, supporting everything, while the secret realm is those scattered branches, big and small, thick and thin. In essence, they are all attached to the trunk of the world.

    There are ancient myths and legends that have been passed down for a long time. It is said that at the beginning of the birth of this world, it was a sky-reaching building tree, which was born from the void and propped up a world in the void.  However, this sacred tree disappeared for some reason.

    There are legends that it was cut off by gods and demons born in ancient times. There are legends that the sacred tree withered and corrupted and bred all living beings. There is also a legend that the sacred tree is psychic.  The world, regardless of each other.

    These rumors, even in the world of monks, are just myths and legends, without any evidence, and no one even knows when the legends came out.

    It's just that many people believe this, especially those who believe that the Shenmu is completely integrated into the world, and they firmly believe that the existence of the secret realm is transformed by the branches of the Shenmu.

    The number of secret realms is huge. Every few years, new secret realms will be discovered, but most of them lack resources and have no development value.

    Although both the Demon Stone Ancestral Tomb and the Yinhuai Ghost Tomb can enter and exit at will, there is a big difference in essence.

    The tomb of the Yinhuai ghost is a half-secret realm, like a new branch grafted on a branch, which has not grown yet, while the tomb of the Demon Stone Ancestor is the branch itself, but it was forcibly penetrated by the supreme power, so that it can be opened at the entrance of the cave.  The location comes in and out at will.

    Standing on the edge, Qin Yang raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The sky was gloomy and full of death. He couldn't see the edge at a glance, and he didn't know how big this ancestral tomb was. Looking from the edge, each mountain looked like an independent tomb.  , Large or small tombstones stand in front of the hill.

    When passing by here at the beginning, I had a glimpse of it, but I didn't feel very clear. Now that I stepped into the secret realm where the ancestral tomb is located, I realized why old man Wei repeatedly ordered them not to come here to take risks.

    The air here seems to have fallen into dead silence, dull and stuffy, and it takes a lot of effort to breathe. Not to mention the thinness of spiritual energy, it is difficult to refine it after absorbing it, as if it has lost all spirituality and turned into a corpse.

    The dead air pervading the air did not erode his body crazily. Instead, it infiltrated slowly in a posture like a frog being boiled in warm water. This made it even more difficult to resist. Although the erosion speed of the dead air was slow, there was a kind of  Irresistible properties.

    Here, it is impossible to urge the secret treasure to resist all the time, thenThis kind of consumption is really too big, it can't go far at all, so only after a period of time, the dead air can be expelled once, but this also has disadvantages, the dead air is expelled, and the traces left by the erosion already exist.

    Just like being constantly injured, then repaired, injured again, repaired again, and the cycle goes on and on, people with weak physical foundations cannot bear it for long at all.

    Qin Yang's eyes were vigilant, he opened the map and looked at it for a while, studied and compared the photos, and then walked along the path between the two small hills.

    After walking for two sticks of incense, Qin Yang suddenly paused, frowned slightly, and when he looked back, he was only halfway through!

    The trail between these two hills is only a few miles away. With my own footsteps, I should have walked it a long time ago. Why is it still in the middle, and I have been walking on the spot for a long time, but I still don¡¯t feel it.

    Qin Yang's heart trembled, he was already very vigilant, but he didn't expect that he just came in, and he was on the road!

    Qin Yang stood on the spot, took out two sticks of spiritual incense, inserted them on the ground on the left and right sides, and bowed to the mountain bags on both sides respectively.

    "Senior, my junior, Rui Jinfeng Jia Yun, came to the ancestral tomb to do business under the order of the suzerain, and there is a lot involved in it. I hope that senior will do it conveniently."

    On the hills on both sides, there was no response, the formation was restricted, and everything was silent.

    Qin Yang tried to move forward again, and immediately realized that the original inexplicable obstacle was gone. After a while, he crossed the path and left the two mountain bags behind.

    However, all of a sudden, the hairs on Qin Yang's body stood on end, his muscles tensed up, and he felt the dead energy all over his body, which became extremely intense in a very short period of time.

    "Which senior, please forgive me for making jokes to the younger generation. If there is any lack of etiquette."

    Qin Yang took out three sticks of spiritual incense again, rubbed them and stuck them on the ground. The smoke drifted away, and what he saw suddenly changed.

    A chill rose in Qin Yang's heart. He didn't pass by, but he stepped onto the hill on the right without knowing when!

    Not far in front of him, and at some unknown time, a man in a black robe appeared. His eyes were completely ruined, he was as thin as a stick, and the flesh and blood in his hands had been turned into fly ash, leaving only a skeleton shining with metallic luster, his whole body was dead.  The air, like wolf smoke, evaporates and turns into painful and struggling faces, which seem to be miserable faces of death.

    The man was squatting on a rock, inhaling spiritual incense, looking down at Qin Yang below, and giggling strangely.

    "Rui Jinfeng is here again? This time it's still a living person, why? Jiang Chuan, the little bastard, has completely given up refining Weng Zhong's armor, and instead let the living come to die?" (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel  .com
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