In any case, to be able to walk side by side with the spirit of the leader of the rebels a thousand years ago is enough to be proud in itself. Qiao Mengchen turned his head slightly www.biquge.info through the outline composed of light and shadow, but he couldn't read what kind of excitement and thoughts Xiang Zuqiu's inner world was.

Approaching the peak, it may have been too much physical exertion, and he couldn't catch it in one breath when he flew here, and Qiao Mengchen planted it straight down. Xiang Zuqiu was fast, and he wanted to pick him up, but he pounced. Xiang Zuqiu probably forgot that the divine soul was only in its form and could not help.

Xiang Zuqiu's heart was like lightning, and a breath of aura accumulated in the illusory primordial spirit blurted out, and the external force channeled Qiao Mengchen's qi into the sea. The rescue came just in time, and the birdman who flew without wings only fell back five or six feet, and his head brushed against the hard and clear ice crown.

Inside the ice crown that had been lonely for thousands of years, a white skeleton with a skull cap and some kind of horned and scaly breastplate was exposed, revealing its fangs that were dark and surging with phosphorus, and the black hole of the eye socket was just right to match Qiao Mengchen's eyes. The skeleton has a huge body with long strands, and a pair of slightly smaller bony palms under the flank, which looks particularly scary.

An alien from the beginning of the world and through the ancient era of the nose?

He had only seen a giant hook amber shaped like a prehistoric lizard, and he had never encountered a humanoid creature or humanoid skeleton in the underworld. If he knew that the white bone embedded in the ice was just an insignificant little minion among the thousands of underworlds, he would definitely regret jumping into this troubled water.

This bluffed Qiao Mengchen enough, he trembled and straightened the falcon cover, wanting to thank Xiang Zuqiu, but saw that the other party's appearance changed: the original virtual face had more layers of skin and flesh, the thick beard turned from black to pale, and on the huge wrinkled left palm, a finger ring was shining.

This is the visible change of Qiao Mengchen, but where is the invisible change?

The spirit has been able to survive until now, all by relying on the only remaining breath in the body. Now, the aura is slowly dispersing, the virtual primordial spirit is no longer enough to maintain the divine soul, and the real return of light is spreading everywhere in Xiang Zuqiu's virtual body, but I don't know when it will end.

Xiang Zuqiu didn't dare to delay any longer, and took Qiao Mengchen to quickly cross the top of the sky, the first stop before his physical death.

He was weightless just now, and now he is overweight, and his shortcomings of insufficient cultivation have been exposed. Qiao Mengchen was a little dizzy, but he couldn't care about these at the moment, so he could only follow Xiang Zuqiu at a faster speed and fall rapidly.

The fallen leaves and decayed grass are golden, and when you come to the southern slope, it is like entering another world.

The B side of the Infinite Abyss Rock faces the vast and boundless Southern Blazing Ocean. The mountains are too high to see the blue water, but the howling breeze conveys a warm tide all the time. In the midst of the rock grass that is more than a man tall, a large bird that flies the tallest builds its nest among them. On some cliffs at absolute right angles, there are more rats with bodies like wild bulls, living and reproducing comfortably as walking on the ground.

Following Xiang Zuqiu, he descended in a straight line for about 20,000 meters, and a small high platform exposed a gray-white uneven surface. Since it is sloping inward, no amount of wind can take away the accumulation of years.

There was a huge corpse, lying quietly on the ground. Years of peeling and dusting could not hide the former glory of the armor worn by the corpse, and a few feet away from his left hand, the bull-headed god of war helmet that once breathed mountains and rivers broke a horn, but it could still be read from the mottled metal surface like smoke and fire. Time flies, a thousand years is equal to 365,000 days, and Xiang Zuqiu's body is still stiff and uncorrupted.

Even if he understood that the soul next to him was just the one lying on the ground, even if the dead person was already unconscious, Qiao Mengchen couldn't help but turn his head to look at "him", for fear of killing a flying immortal from the sky halfway or something.

At this time, Xiang Zuqiu's hazy outline has basically been replaced by the appearance of his real body, and there is actually a cloudy drop of water hanging in the corner of his eyes that has aged indescribably in a short period of time.

I wonder if it's tears?

The words are divided into two ends, comparing the heart to the heart, being able to see your own corpse with your own eyes, it is not good for anyone.

"This is it, keep your eyes open and look for it. ”

Okay, but you'll have to deal with your old bones first, or how disrespectful it would be to you.

In the face of such a strange atmosphere that the victim was paying attention to, Qiao Mengchen gently pushed the corpse...... It is still resilient. Xiang Zuqiu's body was as big as a mountain before his death, six or seven hundred catties. Such a giant is difficult to move without the strength of a thousand catties.

In order to show respect for the deceased, Qiao Mengchen kowtowed a few times before starting to move. Before digging a humble shelter for Xiang Zuqiu, he had to turn the body in a different direction so that the martyr was facing the sky. However, this almost scared the gravedigger half to death: not only could he not find his right hand, but he also had no head on his shoulder!

After his anger became a spirit, Xiang Zuqiu never looked back and went back to the sad place again, and this return was the first time he saw his own body. Therefore, seeing the headless body was somewhat unexpected to him.

Enraged, the former leader of the coalition swung his dragon's tooth greatsword and slashed at the sloping boulder. When the earth shook and the mountains shook, thousands of sword rays splashed out, like steel flowers blooming proudly and disappearing in an instant. With a flick of his fingers, the virtual dragon's tooth sword turned into flying smoke, and the sea spear and hook at the end of the tail also turned into two small beasts, one green and one black, falling like an hourglass. Finally, the beloved sword qi that accompanied Xiang Zuqiu for a long time and never gave up followed him after a thousand years.

People die but the sword qi survives for a long time, this is one of the ten things that the underworld is most worried about when they return to the human world. Therefore, the Four Immortal Monarchs, who were well aware of Xiang Zuqiu's weaknesses, did their homework in advance in order to completely solve their worries. Looking forward to a thousand years and once his dream came true, Xiang Zuqiu relaxed his vigilance, forgetting that he was just a virtual soul, and became angry...... has never been able to escape the game set by the underworld.

The sword qi dissipated, and the headless corpse immediately lost its lustre, and it turned into a white bone with no armor to cover its body.

The sudden change made Qiao Mengchen stunned, and Xiang Zuqiu's spirit burned his eyebrows: "Ah...... I'm an empty man, and in the end I can't do anything else......"

Qiao Mengchen's anger did not come anywhere, he wanted to get angry very much, but when he saw the other party's unlucky appearance, he had nothing to do, and scratched his burned chin, leaving deep blood marks.

"Boy, I don't know who you are, but I hope you can help me with it...... Hey, I'm afraid that even the Heavenly Master won't be able to undo the stupid things I did! You'd better go!"

Qiao Mengchen glared: "You think you are amazing, but I don't listen." ”

Thinking of Xiang Zuqiu's pitiful and helpless situation, Qiao Mengchen decided to continue digging a pit and let his body sink into the ground, so as not to become a lonely ghost with no one to collect and no one to take care of.

Qiao Mengchen began to concentrate on the process of plowing the soil, and noticed a phenomenon: the slope was half mixed with soil and rocks, and the soil looked dry and loose, unlike other places that were wet and contain heavy water. Moreover, there were no rat women, worms or other insects, not even a single newt. You know, the southern slope has abundant rainfall, and this place is very humid near the ridge, so it stands to reason that it should be a safe haven for these insects. In addition, in the process of digging the soil by hand, it is inevitable that the movement will be too large, and the soil will be pulled elsewhere. There was something strange about the scattered dirt, and everywhere they went, countless alpine ants curled up and died in an instant as if they were burned by fire—a few of them were just under Qiao Mengchen's knees, so they could be seen clearly.

The pit was no thicker than a human body, and the hard stone was exposed underneath. Digging here, I can't dig any further. Qiao Mengchen was unwilling to let the unfinished project ruin his only remaining work of conscience. In a hurry, he couldn't find the tools at hand, and with an idea, he took out the green ashlar from the Ruyi bag.

After leaving Tongquan, the green ashlar has always been carried. Ignoring nothing else, he picked up the cold stone and slammed it into the boulder under the layer of soil. It really worked, the stone hardness of green ashlar seemed to be better, and a whole stone blocking the way was smashed open, only to find that there was something else inside.

When the stone hit the stone, a faint green spark appeared, and it immediately turned into a gust of wind and disappeared. Due to his excessive concentration, Qiao Mengchen did not notice this subtle change. Suppressing his joy at finding the tools he had at hand, he cleared all the rubble and dirt, and took out a tightly wrapped oilcloth bag from it. The oilcloth wrap is not large, and the appearance is wrapped in a long strip, and a jet-black rope wraps it tightly.

Qiao Mengchen tentatively glanced at Xiang Zuqiu, who was supervising the work next to him, and saw that there was some comfort on his extremely disappointed old face. Qiao Mengchen lowered his head, carefully dusted off the fine soil and debris on the oilcloth bag, and then walked to Xiang Zuqiu with it in his hand.

"No matter who you are," Xiang Zuqiu still opened with this sentence, "at least you help me with your sincerity! Now, I declare that these things will be yours from now on." ”

Xiang Zuqiu expected that he would not be able to escape death, but who would bury him after his death? Therefore, before his death, he chose the place of death in advance and poured the treasure under the boulder - only those who sincerely buried themselves were eligible to receive it.

To say, Xiang Zuqiu is also scheming, otherwise it would be difficult to become the leader of the allies.

Peel off the first layer of tarpaulin, and the second layer of packaging is still covered inside. Qiao Mengchen patiently peeled it off carefully, and took out a rectangular black bag from it. The bag looked as if it had been sewn from some kind of fur, perhaps because of its age, and was covered in numerous wrinkles and lines that it was impossible to tell with the naked eye what kind of creature it had been taken from.

Immediately after, he took out a few things from the black bag and presented them in front of him in turn:

First of all, it is a short knife about two and a half feet long, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has a strange shape. The end of the handle of the short knife is decorated with a hideous and terrifying tiger head, the tiger's mouth is facing upwards as if it is about to devour the heavens and the earth, and the blade is extremely smooth and flat although it is forged unevenly, and the blood groove in the middle of one of the blades is engraved with the word "weaving"; one side of the blade is as thin as a paper wing, and under the existing light conditions, the edge and the oval-shaped tip glow with a faint blue light.

Next is a silk bag containing a bead with countless small holes in the surface. In the hand, this round, thumb-sized bead hisses and inhales, what is the origin?

The third thing is a small piece of skin full of words. These strangely shaped characters are not the Donggao characters that Qiao Mengchen is familiar with in the Donggao Kingdom.

What really stunted was the last thing that came out of it. After reading it, Qiao Mengchen knew that there was such an ingenious craftsman in this world who could create such an ingenious and unique treasure. In a delicate box, only one-third the size of a hand, a "one-piece suit" that covers the torso and limbs of the whole body is quietly curled up. I don't know what kind of fabric is used, this one-piece clothes look light and thin, compared to the thick, heavy, rough clothes that Qiao Mengchen is used to touching, it looks like a "divine thing" from the outer world.

The greedy nature made Qiao Mengchen leave Xiang Zuqiu, who had little time left. The anger in Xiang Zuqiu's heart cannot be said clearly in one or two sentences.

Xiang Zuqiu: "Boy, quickly kneel down and worship me as a teacher, now, there is no need to hide it from you, these things are all relics left by my mentor." After he died, I never used it...... I thought I could bury these secrets in the ground forever, but when such a change happens, alas, this is the will of God, right?"

"Apprentice?" Qiao Mengchen glanced at him, "Forcibly accept disciple?......s? Don't worship!"

"You ......" Xiang Zuqiu was so choked that he almost didn't lose his breath, but he didn't have time, "Well, find my head, I beg you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the spirit that had been lonely for more than a thousand years immediately dispersed, leaving Qiao Mengchen alone to be stunned at the corpse.

Wait, what about the Dragon Tooth Sword?