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Chapter 96 Qin Youde!  Your uncle!

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    There is a stretch of mountains in front, the undulating peaks gradually rise up, countless steep, guarding the center of a towering mountain.

    Qin Yang's eyes were full of fear. When he raised his eyes and looked into the distance before, he hadn't noticed anything. It was just a relatively dense group of tombs here.

    But when I really arrived here, I could see it clearly. The five or six hundred feet high mountain in the front was not a mountain, but a tombstone!

    The tombstone has experienced years of precipitation, and the dust deposited on it has solidified into stone. When viewed from a distance, the tombstone and the mountain peak are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish.

    Furthermore, how could one have imagined that just the tombstone is five or six hundred feet high.

    Qin Yang's face is full of astonishment and horror. This group of tombs is actually just a mausoleum?

    What are you kidding, this is only thirty miles away from the ancestral tomb, how could there be a mausoleum of this size!

    Looking at this group of tombs again at this moment, I immediately found that this place is surrounded by stars and the moon, and the sun is shining brightly. The strength of this person in life was at least four or five realms higher than his own. Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such a scale.  It can't afford this size.

    Among the mountains, there are ebony trees, but there is no life at all. Vigorous and dead, it gushes out continuously. After a while, it is like a giant dragon absorbing water, and is swallowed into the mountains again, like a god and demon spitting out water.  The heaven and the earth, the weather is awe-inspiring, and there are streaks of black light, like a divine rainbow, leaping and moving, as if to show the glory of the tomb owner who came to court with thousands of people during his lifetime.

    It's just that everything has a great horror that makes people tremble. This is the abyss of death and the forbidden place for living beings.

    At least after entering the magic stone ancestral tomb, this mausoleum is definitely the scariest one I have ever seen, and it is completely different from the previous ones.

    Before he got close, the surging death energy had already forced him to activate the blood lama bodyguard, and he held the crystal of Yimu essence under his tongue to replenish the continuously depleted vitality.

    Stepping here, Qin Yang's body stiffened, his soul was beating, and he was already crazily issuing warning signs. He couldn't take another step, and if he took another step, it would immediately cause great terror, and there was no reason for him to survive.

    Qin Yang's eyes bloomed with divine light, and he forced his eyes open, wanting to see the true face of this stretching mausoleum.

    But as soon as he opened his eyes, Qin Yang immediately let out a scream. Blood gushed out of his eyes like a spring, and the eye sockets seemed to be burned by fire, which was extremely miserable.

    Qin Yang retreated three steps in a row, regained his vitality, dripped the psychic liquid into his eyes, and after a long while, he opened his eyes again. His eyes were bloodshot, and he almost went blind.

    Qin Yang's face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to look any more, it was too terrifying.

    Among them, the formations and restraints occasionally have the tendency to transform spirits, and the divine light is like the scorching sun, enough to blind people's eyes.

    Just that one glance, a glimpse, saw several visions.

    The dead energy turned into a god, swallowing clouds and mist, so that everything in the mausoleum will not be worn away by time, but will become stronger and stronger. The beast bears the stele, constantly singing the great achievements of the tomb owner's life, countless dead spirits, worshiping,  Living in it is as if the mausoleum itself is a shrunken kingdom of God.

    Opening the map, Qin Yang confirmed his location for a long time, only to realize that he had turned around and deviated a little bit from the direction. This place, marked on the map, is a place of death, and strangers are not allowed to enter.

    Qin Yang turned around and wanted to leave, bypassing here.

    After walking a few steps, his expression changed, and he looked at the several storage bags hanging around his waist.

    What better place to throw away these things than here?

    There is nothing more suitable!

    Throwing it here, even if the duo of dog and man have superb means, they know that all the things are thrown here, do they dare to go in and investigate?

    Besides, only here is the most suitable place to escape.

    All the things fell into this mausoleum. Anyone who thought about it would think that they also fell here, dead clean, but they couldn't go in to confirm.

    If you throw it away in advance, maybe the duo of dog and man will immediately wonder whether they have seen through their actions.

    "The spiritual weapon I got for the first time in my life, I have to destroy it myself" Qin Yang sighed, his face was full of regret, the movements in his hands, but without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed a storage bag, exerted force, and threw it away  Into the mausoleum group.

    The storage bag turned into an afterimage, and flew out with a whoosh sound, only to see a flash of inspiration in the distance, and the thick black ink-like death energy seemed to be surging, submerging the storage bag in an instant.

    Qin Yang took out the embroidered purse again, with a trace of reluctance on his face.

      This embroidered purse not only has a large space, but it is also the first time that I have obtained a trophy from someone who is stronger than myself by a big realm.  Moreover, she is also a coquettish slut who is one of the eighteen treasures.

    The commemoration is very meaningful

    "Farewell, from now on, we are really high and far away, and the future will be indefinite, and the last trace of bond will disappear." Qin Yang muttered to himself, and threw the embroidered purse out

    "Pfft"

    The embroidered purse was submerged in dead air and disappeared without a trace.

    The last storage bag contained a sledgehammer with a broken handle. Regarding this thing, Qin Yang was the most complicated. He believed that it was a good thing, but it had no other function except to carry it.

    "I was supposed to take you to suppress the latrines, but the latrines here are of a much higher grade. As your burial place, the quality is definitely high enough. Goodbye, old friend"

    Qin Yang shouted, as if saying goodbye to an old friend. With a flick of his wrist, the storage bag turned into an afterimage, and fell into the mausoleum with a whoosh, and was thrown the farthest

    "Pfft"

    Infinite death energy enveloped the storage bag, and the storage bag collapsed and dissipated in an instant

    All the things inside collapsed in an instant, except for a sledgehammer with a broken handle, a red light flashed on the surface, and a sleepy-eyed bald chicken head drilled half of its head out of the sledgehammer with a broken handle.

    After seeing the surrounding scene, Ugly Chicken shuddered, the sleepiness in his eyes disappeared instantly, and a red light burst out from his eyes, piercing through all the dead energy.

    Seeing the distance at a glance, Qin Yang waved his hands with a look of melancholy and reluctance, as if he had just bid farewell to his best friend for the last time

    Sent to the crematorium's incinerator

    "Qin Yang! Qin Youde! Your uncle! You are so fucking lacking in virtue! You" The ugly chicken screamed at the top of its throat, and before it could finish screaming, it was sprayed with black ink-like dead air  Face¡­¡­

    Ugly Corn's eyes were full of aggrieved, coughing non-stop, forced to retract his head, submerged into the hammer with a broken handle.

    "Qin Youde! The ancestor has never finished with you!"

    Standing outside the mausoleum, Qin Yang showed doubts: "It seems that someone called my name just now?"

    Qin Yang's complexion suddenly became as pale as paper, as if someone had poured cold water on him from head to toe.

    How could this tomb owner be so strong that he was able to forcibly capture my name from somewhere? This is littering, people are dissatisfied?

    Thinking of this, Qin Yang quickly took out three sticks of spiritual incense, rubbed them and stuck them on the ground, apologizing respectfully.

    "Senior, I'm sorry, the junior's strength is low, it's really helpless, I hope the senior will understand" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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