"Ah?" Guo Huan thought he had heard wrong and robbed? The words came out of the guard elder''s mouth. Why does it sound so strange.


    Qin Ming smiled faintly and pointed up and down his body: "what else is there?"


    "You..."


    "Don''t you understand? Rob! Take out all the babies."


    Guo Huan suddenly jumped up excitedly and pointed at them angrily: "elder! You can''t do this! I found it hard. Do you know who my master is?"


    "I don''t know." the ghost of the buried sea threw out a sack.


    "What are you doing?" Guo Huan was angry. Can the guard elders do whatever they want? "Kidnap." the sack soared into the air, the air was turbulent, and the strong light inside was thin. In the twinkling of an eye, Guo Huan was taken in.


    Qin Ming exchanged eyes with the ghost of the buried sea and strode into the misty mountains.


    …………


    Qin Ming and the ghost of the buried sea stood on the hillside, slightly raised their heads, serious and indifferent: "what treasure have you got?"


    A man and a woman stood respectfully in front of them. They didn''t dare to neglect them. They quickly took out the treasure they got: "two elders, it was not easy for us to find it a few days ago."


    "Where did you get it?"


    They didn''t know why the town elders suddenly found themselves. They thought they had touched something when they got the baby, or violated some rules: "there was a low mountain three miles away. When we rested there, we vaguely heard some sounds, so we chiseled the mountain and found a pile of dead bones. The spear and bow and arrow were placed beside the dead bones."


    Qin Mingfan looked at the spear in his hand. It was very heavy. It was full of thousands of kilograms. He felt the pressure on his hand with his strength. The spear was purple and black all over and integrated up and down. Holding it, he could feel a powerful force seeping into his body, and the fierce cry of killing could be heard in his ears.


    The buried sea ghost explored the bow and arrow. The workmanship was very rough, dark as ink, like some kind of pig iron forging, and the surface was pitted. However, when the spirit force broke into it, the bow and arrow vibrated an invisible but strong ripple, like resurrection. The surface was covered with cracks. The cracks seemed to be crawling with magma, blooming with amazing high temperature. The surging air waves set off the messy long hair of the buried sea ghost, Reflecting his cold handsome face.


    Qin Ming and the ghost buried in the sea were all excited, baby! Good baby!


    "Elder, what''s wrong with these two weapons?" the two inner hall disciples asked tentatively. They can feel the power of spears and bows. They are probably the weapons of buried great people. They have been buried for so many years and have been bred by the seabed mine for thousands of years. Their power can be imagined. If they can refine them, they will be able to exert unparalleled power. These days, they have been excited, excited and fantasizing about their blockbuster.


    "There''s nothing wrong." Qin ordered and buried the ghost of the sea to accept the spear, bow and arrow.


    "Eh... You..." the man raised his hand. What''s the matter? Why did you take it away?


    "Sorry, robbery." Qin Ming grinned.


    The ghost of the buried sea threw out his cloth bag, like a cloud covering them.


    "Hey? Hey! You... Ah..." they were still stunned, so they were taken in by the cloth bag.


    Bury the ghost of the sea and tie up the cloth bag: "next."


    …………


    "No entry?" Qin Ming and the ghost of the buried sea stood in front of the valley. A stone tablet town was at the entrance of the valley. The stone tablet was covered with moss, and the words became blurred, as if it had been established here for many years. The several stone mountains surrounding the valley are not high, but they are full of all kinds of trees, lush and misty, just like a fairyland.


    In the valley, there are several bucket thick old vines around an open space. The old vines are like Python drilling out of the ground, twisting vigorously. There is a Koizumi about half a meter in the open space, which is full of life. It is actually the spring of life.


    There are more than a dozen and a half meter high small trees growing next to the spring pool. Their leaves are as slender as willow leaves, green and dripping. They look very strange. From a distance, they look like little people with arms around them, standing there, quiet and peaceful. Each small tree is hung with a white jade fruit, like an apple, large, smooth, yingrou, blooming with a faint jade light.


    There is a golden pangolin lying in the valley, guarding the spring of life and lingguo. It is ten meters long, introverted and deep. It must be at the level of holy land.


    Qin Ming and the ghost buried in the sea smelled the fruit fragrance here far away, and followed the smell to come here. However, it seems that this is a forbidden area and is not open to the inner hall disciples. It is not a particularly important treasure, or it is planted by a guard elder himself. It is a lord''s thing.


    In such a place, the disciples in the inner hall did not dare to offend, but Qin Ming had no scruples. He pulled out the stone tablet and blasted it at the sleeping pangolin.


    The surface of pangolin blooms with golden light, and the stone tablet is shattered as soon as it meets the golden light. Pangolin shook its head vaguely, opened its bleary eyes, just opened the gap, saw a person squatting in front of it, thought it was sleepy, tilted its head, subconsciously looked at the spring of life and orchard next to its eyes, and a person was tasting the spring water with a spoon and taping his mouth.


    Pangolin was confused for a long time. Suddenly, he woke up with a thrill. Just raising his head, Qin life blasted his head with a heavy fist.


    "Ow!


    Roaring like thunder and golden light, the whole valley was submerged by the smell of riots. The fierce momentum scattered the fog and wanted to hit the barrier at high altitude.


    The garrison elders all over the island were awakened. They looked at the amazing energy fluctuation in the distance, felt the slight trembling of the ground, and nodded slowly. It was very gratifying. This momentum must be the birth of a treasure. I don''t know who was so lucky and lucky.


    The disciples of the inner hall scattered in other places were filled with emotion and jealousy. What kind of treasure would it be? It''s a little big.


    Qin ordered the pangolin to fight fiercely. It took more than ten rounds to suppress it. He was buried in the sea and split his head with a knife.


    They uprooted the fruit trees, each with eight trees, divided up the Qi of life, left the ruins all over the ground, and left the valley contentedly. The pangolin, including its belt, meat and spiritual core, was buried in the sea ghost, and went out to nourish the golden lion.


    ……………


    "Qin Ming?" a cool woman happened to pass by and heard someone digging the mountain. Out of curiosity, she came over. Unexpectedly, she saw a familiar face.


    The ghost of burying the sea detected a weak energy from a low mountain. Without saying a word, Qin Ming swung his fist and chiseled the mountain. He really pulled out a stone box from the inside, which had blended with the stone. It was not easy to take it out completely.


    "You are..." Qin Ming glanced at the woman and was a little familiar. When he thought about it carefully, he saw one of the people who followed Yao Wenwu at the qingluan monument.


    That woman hardly believes her eyes, Qin Ming? It''s impossible. Am I hallucinating?


    "Did you find any treasure?" Qin Ming asked casually. He tried hard to pry open the stone box, but he couldn''t open it.


    "I''ll come!" the ghost of the buried sea shook his hand and cleaved to the stone box. The clang sound and the deafening sound wave hit the forest like a strong wind, which scattered the fog.


    The woman outside covered her ears in pain, but she rubbed her eyes, looked ahead, rubbed her eyes, and looked again. Yes, that''s Qin Ming! But what is he doing? Why is he here.


    "Two more knives." Qin life grabbed the stone box and threw it into the air.


    The ghost of the buried sea clanked and cleaved on the fitting with two knives, and finally burst open the crack. Just after landing, it was vibrated by the ghost of the buried sea black knife and forcibly smashed. The contents were also shaken and flew out, and fell under the feet of the woman in front with some white fog.


    The woman looked down and couldn''t help but burst out in her heart. It was a hand bone!


    The snow-white bones of the hand seemed to move slightly.


    "Whose hand is this? Why is it sealed in the box." Qin Ming went to the woman and picked up the hand bone, which was very heavy, like steel.


    "Qin life?" the woman looked at the man in front of her, a little confused.


    "HMM." Qin Ming''s thoughts went deep into the bones of his hands. There was a vast, chaotic and fuzzy place. There was a tall figure standing proudly in the world, showing endless hegemony.


    "Are you Qin Ming?"


    "How many times do you have to ask?"


    The woman looked at Qin''s life as if she were at home. She was even more confused: "this is the burial island."


    "Yes."


    "This is the treasure ground of our Zhu Tian Temple."


    "Yes."


    "Why are you here?"


    Qin Ming felt that there might be some big secret about the hand bone. He said to the ghost buried in the sea and took it away. He grinned at the woman: "where''s Yao Wenwu?"