"No, no, no, nothing was dug up, the cemetery of the Father Divine Clan was really built porcelain, little brother, I have dug for a hundred years and I haven't even opened the tomb, let alone any treasures. ”

Hearing this, the head of the stone Buddha shook like a rattle, and waved his hand vigorously.

He was really scared, and he didn't want to give even a stone to Qingyang Huan.

Looking at the stone Buddha in front of him, Qingyang Huan smiled in his heart.

The original real dragon flint was just made up by him, who let the kid in front of him tell a lie, his face is not red and his heart is not beating, and he takes a broken stone to fool him seriously, and he almost believes it.

Of course, there is a treasure like the real dragon flint in the wilderness of mountains and seas, but it is not the broken stone that the stone Buddha gave him.

This kid wanted to fool him, but he fooled him, obviously even if hundreds of years have passed, the stone Buddha still remembers it.

"Brother Shifo, this is not easy to do, originally my brother still wanted to cover you, but it will be difficult for you to say this. ”

"Brother Qingyang, the younger brother is really a hard-working person, I thought I could have a fat year, but I didn't expect that after digging here for a hundred years, the last coffin could not be opened. ”

Shi Buddha's expression suddenly became bitter, and he almost doubted his life after digging graves for hundreds of years.

In the past, he got a lot of resources by digging graves and pouring buckets, which supported his cultivation to his current state.

I finally caught a big guy, but I couldn't dig it up, you said this is annoying.

Turning a blind eye to the bitter face of the stone Buddha, Qingyang Huan came out of the Southern Wilderness and cultivated to such a situation, how many opportunities and crises he had experienced, his own family was very clear.

Because of this, it can prove that the stone Buddha came out of the southern wilderness, how big the risk is, digging graves and pouring buckets is more likely to touch the taboo, and the slightest carelessness will be cursed.

This is also why there are few warriors who do this profession in the mountains and seas, first, digging people's ancestral graves is equal to immortality, and secondly, all the cemeteries of the strong will have strong prohibitions, and trespassers will die.

This guy has been digging for hundreds of years and is still alive, and he is definitely an outlier.

"Whose grave is this of the Father Divine Clan?"

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan asked out loud, this altar is really too grandiose, it is difficult to say that it is really a place of sacrifice for the god of Kuafu?

was asked by Qingyang Huan, and the momentum on Shi Buddha's body suddenly became a little aggressive, and the original laziness was swept away.

"Brother Qingyang, after a hundred years of exploration by the younger brother, it should be a group burial, this altar seems to be a place of sacrifice, but it is also the center of the entire group burial, there must be a good treasure under this altar. ”

The stone Buddha's voice had not yet fallen, and he had already gone towards the depths of the main hall.

"Brother Qingyang comes with me. ”

Behind the stone platform not far away, a black rumbling hole with a diameter of a few feet could not be seen at a glance.

The younger brother suspects that this tomb should be the place where the Kuafu Divine Clan suppressed the luck, and the pattern and general trend of the ancestral burial will also affect the reproduction and inheritance of the tribal group. ”

"There is no doubt that it is. ”

At this time, a purple light flashed on Qingyang Huan's shoulder, and the figure of the turtle did not appear.

"This ......"

The appearance of the turtle did not make the stone Buddha surprised.

"What do you see, haven't you ever seen such a handsome turtle?"

"I really haven't seen it. Shi Buddha nodded and said, "I've never seen such a shameless person." ”

Then his expression recovered, nodded to himself, and said, "This is also normal, things gather people in groups." ”

"Ah Huan, give me a beating, Master Turtle doesn't like this person who is covered in death and decay, plus a curse. ”

"What!"

When the stone Buddha heard this, he immediately said loudly, "Can you sense the decay and curse aura on my body?"

"What's that?"

The turtle raised his head proudly, and his nostrils made a sound.

"Over the years, you have dug up too many people's ancestral graves, although you have come out without danger every time, but the ancestral tombs are the root of a clan's luck, and they will naturally be cursed. ”

"Digging people's ancestral graves, not having children**. ”

The more the turtle is not immortal, the more frightened the stone Buddha becomes, Emma is all right.

This turtle jumped out of a crack in a rock.

"Master Turtle still knows why you came here, because you have been digging the ancestral graves of the human tribes in the land of the human race all these years, and the power of the curse has soaked the body, you want to rely on digging up the graves of the alien warriors, affecting the general trend of the alien tribes, to obtain the reward of the luck of the human race, and then to dispel the curse power in your body. ”

"You, you, you......"

Shi Buddha's eyes showed shock, and he pointed at Gu Buxian and was speechless for a while.

"Turtle Shell Flip Invincible Big Crit!"

Bang!

With the ghost crying wolf howl of the turtle immortal, the turtle shell knocked on the head of the stone Buddha.

In the face of the high-spirited turtle immortals, Shi Buddha subconsciously ignored this brain collapse for a while.

"Hey......

After knocking out a loud brain melon collapse with a turtle shell, the turtle Buxian was very happy, no wonder Ah Huan likes to knock him, and he is super happy to be able to knock out a loud brain melon collapse.

"You what you. ”

Returning to Qingyang Huan's shoulder, the turtle is not immortal, and snorted coldly.

"You simply lose the old face of your ancestors, the inheritor of the ancient sect of the human race, digging the emperor's tomb, breaking the existence of luck, you you actually did the work of digging the graves of the human tribe in the land of the human race, if your ancestor is still alive, he will definitely be angry with you. ”

"I ......"

Looking at the appearance of the stone Buddha, the turtle Buxian sat with a grimace towards Qingyang Huan, the turtle master was not domineering, and said that he was stupid.

"Blame me?"

In the end, the stone Buddha spread out his hands, the god is a special ancient sect, if it is a sect inherited from ancient times, the master is so hard, digging people's graves everywhere, hiding in Tibet.

It's bitter.

Back then, he was in the southern wilderness and southwest land, and was accepted as a disciple by a dead ghost who was about to breathe.

It didn't take long for the Dead Ghost Master to hang up, and then he kept wandering around cultivating martial arts, although there was a danger, but he also came over.

Relying on the ancestral craftsmanship, he has climbed mountains and battles, but he has never worried about cultivation resources, but with the gradual increase in strength, his sense of the fortune between heaven and earth has become more and more obvious.

So he left the land of the human race and began to wander in the vast starry sky, and he found that whenever he excavated the graves of aliens, although he would still have the power of curse, he would also be blessed by human luck.

Slowly, he also understood the ultimate meaning of his craft.

With the ancestral graves of a clan, the luck is cut off and the general trend is excavated.

This is the ultimate mystery that he spent hundreds of years and experienced countless crises before he realized it, and he didn't think that it would be broken by a turtle in just a few words.

"Oh, no, high turtle. ”

In fact, not only the stone Buddha was a little confused, but even Qingyang Huan couldn't react, and the turtle didn't say so much.

This heaven and earth is magnificent, as strong as the human race, it still has the general trend of suppressing the human race, to put it mildly, even if it is an ordinary tribe, there will be a divine object to suppress the ethnic heritage.

This kind of suppression artifact may be an item, or it can be a strong person in the clan, such as an imperial clan, even if the strong man of the imperial realm falls, the imperial power still exists, and this imperial clan will have hope for revival.

At this time, if this fallen Emperor Realm powerhouse is gouged down, then hehe, most of this Emperor clan will also be dissipated.

In the big picture, if the tomb of the emperor is given to an entire ethnic group, it will be a heavy blow to ordinary ethnic groups.

I didn't expect that the little brother who occasionally met a few times in the Southern Wilderness would actually do this.

Sure enough, no one should be a disgrace!

"Break the dragon vein, raise luck, cut the general trend, and determine the future. ”

Abruptly, Qingyang Huan looked stunned.

"Fooled!"

The next moment, a strange-looking bronze shovel appeared in Qing Yanghuan's hand.

Thick and coarse with a hint of roughness, like a baby's arm, on the head is a flat, slightly pointed bronze iron plate, scratched there is a concave and convex feeling.

The old man calculated me, no wonder he didn't take this treasure back when he left, originally he thought he had picked up a big bargain.

"Damn, why do you have this thing. ”

Seeing the sudden blue light in Qingyang Huan's hand, a guy who was not much different also appeared in Shi Buddha's hand, with a similarity of eighty percent.

"Are we in the same door?"

Staring at Qingyang Huan with some uncertainty, Shi Buddha held back a few breaths and finally spoke up.

God is the same door as you!

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan felt that he was in a bad mood, and he didn't expect that he would one day become a scattered treasure boy.

The first immortal sword was carried away by a little Taoist boy before it was warmed in his hand, followed by this copper shovel.

The reincarnation demi-saint is really the reincarnation demi-saint, this is a planner, thinking of this, Qingyanghuan can't help but want to put up a middle finger.

Click!

The next moment, the shovel in Shi Buddha's hand was shattered by the shovel in Qingyang's hand.

"Damn, this is my guy who eats. ”

"Don't take out that kind of garbage and be embarrassed. ”

Qing Yanghuan waved his hand and stuffed the bronze shovel in his hand into the hand of the stone Buddha.

"Swords for heroes, copper shovels for best friends. ”

Regarding Qingyanghuan's words, Gui Buxian felt that this was Qingyanghuan's most false and empty sentence for so many years.

Airplanes!

The stone Buddha holding the copper shovel was just about to speak, when suddenly a monstrous wave was set off in the spiritual world, and the whole person fell into an ethereal state.

"Master Turtle, we can lose a lot this time. ”

Qingyang Huan withdrew his hand with some nostalgia, this is the treasure of the reincarnation of the half-saint, so he gave it away.

"People call things to their rightful owners. ”

Gu Buxian rolled his eyes, and hit him unceremoniously: "Besides, what are you doing here, digging graves." ”

"It's just a simple feeling of not being happy!"

Qingyang Huan glared at the turtle immortal.

"Ah Huan, how have we ever made a loss-making deal, you are now the palace master of the God King Palace, you must have a view of the overall situation. ”

"I hate this position as the head of the palace. ”

"You Terran boy, why do you have no big picture. ”

"Fuck off!"