Chapter 970: Barbaric plunder

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"Ah?" Guo Huan thought he heard something wrong and robbed? This remark came from the mouth of the town elder, why he heard such a weird sound.
Qin Ming smiled slightly and pointed up and down his body: "What else is there?"
"you guys……"
"Don't understand yet? Robbery! Take all the babies out."
Guo Huan suddenly jumped up in excitement, pointing at them angrily: "Elders! You can't do this! This is what I found hard. Do you know who my master is?"
"I don't know." The ghost of the burial sea threw a sack.
"What?" Guo Huan was annoyed, could the guarding elders do whatever they wanted?
"Kidnapping." The sack emptied, the air was raging, and the strong light was thin inside, and Guo Huan was taken in in an instant.
Qin Ming exchanged his eyes with the ghost of the burial sea, striding into the misty mountain forest.
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Qin Ming and the ghost of the funeral sea stood on the mountainside, leaning his head slightly, solemnly indifferent: "What baby have you got?"
Standing in front of them, a man and a woman respectfully, did not dare to neglect, and quickly took out the obtained treasure: "Two elders, this is how we found it a few days ago."
"Where did you get it?"
They do n’t know why the town elders suddenly found themselves, thinking they had touched them when they got the baby, or violated the rules: "Go east, there is a low mountain three miles away. When we rest there, we vaguely listen. At some sound, he opened the mountain, and found a pile of dead bones inside. The spear and bow and arrow were placed beside the dead bones. "
Qin Ming turned and looked at the spear in his hand. His hand was extremely heavy. He had a lot of weight. He felt the pressure with his strength. The spear was purple and black, and the whole body was integrated. Bawei Qin entered the whole body, and faint shouts could be heard in his ears.
The ghost of the burial sea inspected the bow and arrow. The workmanship was very rough, dark as ink, like some kind of pig iron forging, and the surface was potholes. Crawling through the cracks, the cracks seemed to have magma creeping, blooming with amazing high temperature, the surging air waves set off the messy long hair of the ghost of the burial sea, reflecting his cold face.
Qin Ming and the ghost of the funeral sea are excited, baby! Good baby!
"Elder, is there anything wrong with these two weapons?" The two inner temple disciples asked tentatively, and they could both feel the strength of the spear and the bow and arrow, and they were probably the weapons of the burial figure. They were buried for so many years and remained. It has been conceived for another millennium by the submarine mine. The power can imagine that if they can refine them, they will be able to exert unparalleled power. In the past few days, they have been excited, excited, fantasizing about their blockbuster.
"There is nothing wrong." Qin Ming and the ghost of the burial sea involuntarily closed their spears and bows.
"Well ... you ..." The man raised his hand, what happened? Why did you take it away?
"Sorry, robbery." Qin Ming grinned.
The ghost of the burial sea threw out the cloth bags, and a piece of Yunxia covered them.
"Ah? Hey! You ... Ah ..." The two were still stunned, and they were put in the cloth bags.
The ghost of the burial sea tightened his bag: "Next."
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"No entry?" Qin Ming and the ghost of the funeral sea stood in front of the valley. A stone monument town was at the entrance to the valley. The stone monument was covered with moss, and the words became blurred, as if it had been standing here for many years. The stone mountains surrounding the valley are not high, but they are full of various trees, lush, and misty like a fairyland.
In the valley, there are several old vines with thick buckets surrounding an open field. The old vines are like giant pythons drilled from the ground, twisting vigorously. There is a Koizumi about half a meter in the open space, and it is a spring of life that erupts a strong air of life.
There are more than a dozen half-meter-high small trees growing next to the spring pond. The leaves are as slender as willow leaves and lush and dripping. They look very weird. From a distance, they stand like little men with arms around them. Quiet and peaceful. A white jade-colored fruit hangs on each small tree, like an apple, large, smooth and soft, with a faint jade light.
Inside the valley lies a golden pangolin, guarding the fountain of life and spiritual fruit. It is ten meters long, with a restrained atmosphere and a deep state. It must be of the holy state level.
Qin Ming and the ghost of the funeral sea smelled the fruity scent from a long distance, and came here following the taste. However, it seems that this is a forbidden area. It is not open to disciples in the inner hall. It is not a special treasure, or a certain guarding elder planted it himself.
In this kind of place, the disciples in the inner hall did not dare to offend, but Qin Ming did not hesitate. He pulled out the stone tablet and banged at the sleeping pangolin.
The surface of the pangolin was full of golden light, and the stone tablet was shattered into pieces as soon as it met the golden light. The pangolin shook his head stupidly, opened his sleepy eyes, and just cracked the gap. When he saw that he was squatting in front of him, he thought he was asleep, tilted his head, and subconsciously looked at the next to the The fountain of life and orchard, one person was there holding a spoon while tasting the spring water, tasting it with his mouth.
The pangolin was confused for a while, and suddenly woke up with a shock, and just raised his head, Qin Ming slammed his fist into his head.
"Oh!
The roar was thunderous, the sky was golden, the entire valley was drowned by the riotous atmosphere, and the violent momentum broke the mist of the sky, and was about to hit the barrier of high altitude.
The guarding elders around the island were awakened, looking at the amazing energy fluctuations in the distance, feeling the slight shaking on the ground, and nodding slowly, very comforting. This momentum must have been born, and I don't know who is so lucky.
Disciples from other temples scattered elsewhere are jealous and jealous. What kind of baby is it? This momentum is a bit loud.
The pangolin of Qin Ming's fierce battle was suppressed by more than ten rounds, and the ghost of the buried sea split his head.
The two uprooted the fruit tree, eight each, and divided the breath of life, leaving ruins all over the ground, leaving the valley contentedly. The pangolin, with the belt meat and the spirit core, were collected by the ghost of the buried sea and went out to nourish the Golden Lion.
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"Qin Ming?" A cold and beautiful woman just passed by, heard that someone was chiseling a mountain, and came out of curiosity, but did not expect to see a familiar face.
The ghost of the burial sea explored a faint energy from a low mountain. Qin Ming said that he was digging a mountain without saying anything. He really dragged a stone box out of it, and it was merged with the stone, so he took it out completely.
"You are ..." Qin Ming glanced at the woman, a little familiar, and thought carefully, one of the people who had seen him at the Qingying Ancient Site and followed Yao Wenwu.
That woman barely believed her eyes, Qin Ming? Impossible, am I hallucinating?
"Did you find any baby?" Qin Ming asked casually, trying to pry open the stone box, but couldn't open it.
"I'm coming!" The ghost of the burial sea shook his hand and slashed into the stone box. The sound of gurgling sounds, the sound of the ear-sounding sounds rushed through the woods like a strong wind, and scattered the fog.
The woman outside covered her ears in pain, but she rubbed her eyes, looked at the front, rubbed her eyes, and looked again. That's right, that's Qin Ming! But what is he doing? How could he be here.
"Two more swords." Qin Ming grabbed the stone box and threw it into the air.
The ghost of the funeral sea split two swords on the fit, and finally cracked the crack. It just landed, and was shaken by the ghost of the black ghost of the funeral ghost. It was forcibly broken, and the contents inside were also shaken and flew out, with some whiteness. The fog fell to the front woman's feet.
The woman looked down and couldn't help but suddenly, it was just a hand bone!
The snow-white hand bones seemed to move slightly.
"Who's hand? How was it sealed in the box?" Qin Ming walked to the woman and picked up the hand bones, which were extremely heavy, like steel.
"Qin Ming?" The woman looked at the man near her, a little hesitant.
"Um." Qin Ming's thoughts penetrated into the bones of the hand, a vast, chaotic, vaguely tall figure, standing proudly in the heavens and the earth, showing endless power.
"You are Qin Ming?"
"How many more times do you ask?"
The woman looked at Qin Ming casually as if she were in her own home, and she was even more frustrated: "This is the island of burial gods."
"Yes."
"This is the place where we can learn from the Temple of Heaven."
"Yes indeed."
"How are you here?"
Qin Mingjue may have any big secrets in the bones of his hands. He said to the ghost of the buried sea, he collected it himself, and grinned at the woman: "Where is Yao Wenwu?"