Chapter 967: Grab memory

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"It seems that you are loyal to Yao Wenwu, I don't know how important you are in his heart. If I use you as a bait, will he be hooked?" Qin Ming crouched in front of him, thinking about what was going on Pry open his mouth.
"Let's save it!" Luo Han's soul came with a lot of pain, and he couldn't stop being Qin Ming's deception.
"You tell me where Yao Wenwu is, and I'll let you go back."
"Huh, I said he's at the headquarters of Yuntian Temple. Do you believe it?"
"You have been arrested by me, can he still sit?" Qin Ming held the 'Tianzi' jade card in his hand and said, "Since he gave you this thing, there must be any agreement between you, tell me ? "
"Well, don't even think about it! Qin Ming, dare to come and scatter the ground at the Temple of Heaven, I think you are looking for death."
The ghost of the burial sea suddenly said, "I can his memory within ten days."
Qin Ming raised his eyebrow in surprise: "grabbing memories?"
"I'm coming." The half-sleeping and awake head on the left of the Golden Lion looked up, his eyes were cold and deep, like a deep lake between the two bays, and it headed for Luo Han.
Luo Han stared vigilantly at the Golden Lion, struggling to step back.
The eyes of the Golden Lion's left skull suddenly coagulated, and the vertical pupil was slender as a knife. Inside it seemed to burst out two invisible energies and crashed into Luo Han's eyes. Luo Han's body shivered and his expression became dull immediately.
Qin Ming looked at the Golden Lion with curiosity. The head on the left was relatively silent, giving a gloomy feeling. The head on the right was high, the eyes were bright, aggressive, and the heads were completely different. Do they have different thoughts and abilities? I remember when I first met the ghost of the Burial Sea, the Golden Lion had three heads. It seems that the last one will also have special abilities.
Qin Lan stretched a lazy waist in Qin Ming's inner pocket, rubbed his rubbed eyes, and climbed out from the neckline. He climbed up Qin Ming's shoulder flexibly, and suddenly curious big eyes flashed, looking around together.
The ghost of the burial sea noticed her. She was small and delicate, like an elf, and her eyes were spiritual and innocent. "this is……"
Qin Lan tilted his head and looked at the Golden Lion for a while, grinning and disappearing, and appeared on the high head of the Golden Lion in a blink of an eye. Shao Mao, yeah, what to say to the Golden Lion.
The head of the right side of the golden lion turned to look at it. Jin Hui was so bright that he overwhelmed Qin Lan and wanted to explore the child.
"Wow ..." Qin Lan looked at the surrounding Jinguang in surprise, and her beautiful little skirts turned golden.
Qin Ming said: "The egg on Long Live Mountain."
The calmness of the ghost of the burial sea is slightly moving, that egg? It really let Qin Ming hatch out!
"It's been three months since I came out, except for being a little naughty, everything else is fine." Qin Ming looked at the cheerful and innocent little guy, and smiled. For three months, he was still cute and cute, and there was no worry. This relieved him.
The ghost of the burial sea observes Qin Lan, bouncing on the back of the golden lion, tender and naive, with eyes like two precious stones, black and pure, showing no danger at all. But in the future? What will it look like when she grows up. "You decided to raise her?"
Qin Ming understood the worries of the ghost of the burial sea and chuckled: "Reluctant to abandon her, she can only keep a puppet. As for the future ... let me say that as long as I can be strong enough, I will have the opportunity to control . "
The ghost of the burying sea is not much to say. The moment Qin Ming took her out of Long Live Mountain, the fateful paper boat had set sail again, and no one could stop it.
"Yao Wenwu is on the island of burial gods!" The eyes of Golden Lion's left head returned to clear, Luo Han was sitting on the ground like a collapse, his eyes were empty, as if he was seriously ill.
"Where is Funeral Island?"
"The Burial God Island is an important training ground for the Temple of Heaven, only open to the disciples of the inner temple. There used to be an ancient tomb group that drifted from the distant heavenly continent, and there were many powerful characters buried there. Countless, ashes were like snow, which once caused a natural disaster after landing on the ancient sea. Later, the Tiantian Temple controlled the island, forcibly remodeled, purified the evil spirits there, preserved the ancient cemetery and restricted area, and began to bury their sacrifices The strong. Beginning about two hundred years ago, the Temple of Heaven opened the funeral island to the disciples of the inner temple, allowing them to enter the experience, and lucky people can get the ancient tradition, or the secret method of the martyrs who died in the Temple of Heaven.
It can be said that there are opportunities everywhere, but anyone who enters will have gains. Some people have even been there to inherit the ancient ancestors of the Temple of Heaven, and some people have dug out ancient secrets. However, not every inner temple disciple can enter the funeral island casually. The decision-making power is controlled by the elders of the inner temple. Only those who perform very well are eligible to enter, and will open every three years to enter the quota. Limited to about one hundred people, ranging in age. "
Qin Ming and the ghost of the buried sea exchanged eyes, and they saw a familiar light from the bottom of each other's eyes.
Needless to say, just hit it!
"How long has Funeral Island been open this time?"
"Each opening period is fifty days, and thirty days have passed."
"How far is it from here."
"More than 1,500 miles."
"Is it inside the Temple of Heaven, or is it wandering somewhere?"
"There are ancient seabed stone forests 800 miles away from the Tiantian Temple, where the terrain is special and rich in crystals. It is a huge seabed mining area with rich energy. The Tiantian Temple uses its natural power to set up a seal. The large array, suppressing the burial of God Island, refining the murderous spirit there, also maintained the burial of the dead martyrs. The seal there is very strong, and there are a large number of sacred martial guards. It is impossible to break out from the outside. There must be a special jade card in the hands of the elder of the inner temple. "
"Is there any other method?"
"Tianziyu brand ... can also be."
Qin Ming looked at the jade card in his hand and smiled. Yao Wenwu, Yao Wenwu, we are going to meet again!
"The strength of guarding the martial arts?" The ghost of the burial sea and Qin Ming thought of it, everywhere? The inheritance of the ancestral characters of Xuan Tiandian? Ancient secrets? Ha ha, of course!
The golden lion shook his head: "It's in the dark and in the dark, the specifics are unknown. But the island is very large, more than two hundred miles wide."
"You ... you ..." Luo Han was weak and conscious, but he knew that something was going to happen. Every time there he opened, he was a genius-level figure in the inner hall of the Temple of Heaven. He also buried the bones of countless martyrs. What will happen to these two lunatics who don't look at the Temple of Heaven at all when they break into the island of Burial Gods? disaster! A unimaginable disaster!
"Have you found a place from his memory?" Qin Ming grabbed Qin Lan, and placed it on his shoulder despite the opposition of the little guy.
The Golden Lion didn't make nonsense either. He slapped Luo Han with one claw and rushed into the vast tide with the ghost of the burial sea. Qin Ming followed closely and went straight to the island of the burial more than 1,500 miles away.