The black and hard body was thin and withered, and the hands were restrained high, hanging above the white marble pool. Where the Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info supposed to have ears are now only two dark hollows, and the back is covered with white hair.

A zombie, a zombie that is 'dead'.

There is a limited amount of time to pick up a corpse. A well-preserved corpse, with Yin Qi nourishing, bursts out with all its attack power the moment the coffin is opened. The more advanced the zombie, the longer the strength and duration of the attack. Sect masters who know how to refine corpses will use special techniques to control zombies, but they can't take them with them at any time, and they have to be kept in a coffin to rest.

The moment he left the customs, the white-haired corpse with white hair was very powerful, the skin, flesh, muscles and bones were like copper and iron, and it was difficult to receive damage, which could be described as the best among the corpses.

For example, this one hanging in the air.

It's a pity that no one appreciates it, although it is a treasure, it has been in contact with the air for a long time, and it has long been unable to attack. Wax figures are generally retained. It's useless.

Xian'er stepped on the pool platform with one foot and rushed up with strength, hanging on the rope hanging the zombie with an inverted hook, and the zombie was facing each other, face to face. Skillful and coquettish. It's a pity that the subject is an ugly and miserable zombie, otherwise such a posture would be intoxicating.

Holding the back of the waist with one hand, pressing the abdomen of the zombie with the other, there is no hard object in it, gently priing open the lips with pliers, and there is nothing when the flashlight is lit up.

Strange, there is neither a mechanism nor a treasure. Generally similar to this kind of corpse, most of the treasures in the mouth are valuable, but there is also a copper wire hanging once it is taken out, it must touch the mechanism, and it will be shot on the spot.

There was no color, Xian'er was very depressed, and was about to get down from the corpse, but she was unexpectedly hung by something sharp and hung her clothes. Anxiously pulled, not to mention the scratched clothes, and even the skin had red marks.

Hasty choices are not without their benefits. Inside the zombie's ragged clothes, there lie yellowed scrolls with faint dry black marks. What baby this zombie is hiding close to? When I think about it, it is quite strange to be hung on this mirage pool. It's hard not to get involved in some of the secrets behind the place.

The one who can have such a big deal must be the Tuyuhun royal family. The purpose is nothing more than to keep the treasure in a rare place that can be accessed by one's descendants or himself.

In this way, it is understandable that the various guiding organs along the way do not have to cause death. Thinking about the problem from their standpoint, since it is not a dead end, but it cannot be unguarded, it is difficult to achieve great things by relying on these mirages, so what will be the biggest reliance?

Moreover, this place is already at the end, there are no coffins, but there are dead zombies. What barely looks like a treasure is the scroll in the arms of a zombie. How to look at how unreliable.

Reach out and pick it up, get down lightly, stand still for a moment and unfold the scroll. There is no jewelry, but it has not been opened for many years, and the dust is overflowing, and it is disappointing that this scroll is broken and incomplete, and the line of flies and flies written on it in gold script is extremely important to the fairy.

As soon as I saw it, I couldn't stop it.

Zhang Jiaxian has been a master from Maoshan Heavenly Master since he was a child, except for Mu Hezhen, the senior brother of the Shangqing Dynasty, he has always said that this generation of Maoshan disciples is holding bull's ears, no matter how good they are or what they look at. This vision is not the other's vision, the scroll is a divine object at a glance, and most of them hide the secrets of the immortal family. It's an indescribable intuition.

Although he lived at that time, the work he did was not careful. But he has already betrayed the religion, so naturally he can't control too much, and he is already very lucky to be able to get a glimpse of the secret of immortality in his lifetime.

But God has always been a very unreasonable old man, not only likes to beat mandarin ducks and take away people's wealth, but also has no mercy on those who dare to covet their eternal jobs. Nowhere is this more evident than at this moment.

When the whole body was engrossed, Xian'er's senses were no longer keen, and she was unaware of Xiao Han standing behind her, and she was still overjoyed and immersed in the mood of discovering a peerless treasure.

Xiao Han is an executioner who is accustomed to breaking other people's assumptions, and he never hesitates to raise and fall with a knife. The bone flute pointed at it, and the dove that was like a dead god was actually a loyal dog attacked, without hesitation, with the sound of the wind and the monstrous cold killing intent that made Xian'er immediately alert, but although the time had passed, it was blasted into the mirage pool of white marble, and was soon tightly entangled by a mirage dragon with soft flesh but full of reverse scales, and it was difficult to get out of trouble. At the same time, the scroll also flew high and was grabbed by the dove. Presented in front of Xiao Han.

Looking at the expressionless dove, Xiao Han looked at him gently, quietly stroking his sarcoma, apologetic, lovely, and firm that could not be refused.

"Thank you, dove."

"Demon girl, you actually attacked me!" Trapped in the mirage pool, Xian'er is full of resentment.

"A small fragment of "Mountains and Rivers Collection" has made the master of Heavenly Master Wu Daochang lose his proportion, and you deserve to be expelled, just like your useless senior brother. It's really uncompromising. Being scolded as a demon girl, Xiao Han was not angry at all, covered his mouth and chuckled, looking forward to the light between his eyebrows, "After all, thank you so much, my colleagues and I almost buried ourselves in the bottomless spring in order to find this entrance, but I didn't expect Murong Shun to hide it in the lock dragon well of the Lotus Nunnery." When also? Fate? Originally, I thought that it would be a waste of effort to snatch it from you, and it would be even more difficult to lure away your famous senior brother in the entire Maoshan Mountain, but it was all waste, and it was so easy to get it, so boring. Since you can't hold it, I'll keep it for you. ”

After saying that, I wanted to leave, I remembered again, and turned around, "By the way, go out like this, you will meet that fat man, she was chased by that adult mirage, she has just crossed the adulthood, although she will not be forced to the brink of a Jedi, but she will waste some effort unscathed, I will go and tell her the next location, some things, there are more people, are you right?" Little handsome guy. The laughter of the silver bells faded away with the footsteps.

Someone struggling in the pool gritted his teeth and scolded: "Demon girl." ”

This can't be done, even if you don't get hanged after a long time, you will suffocate.

Ignoring the oath he made at the beginning, he vainly moved the sect's forbidden arts, held his breath and condensed, Mougins opened his eyes, his hands were sealed, and his clothes were blowing, and he gradually forced the young dragons away from his body, found the right time, jumped out, and was able to get out of danger, his throat was sweet, and he swallowed it raw.

"Enchantress, don't let me see you again. You won't have that much luck next time. ”

Sitting cross-legged, running on the week, with the heart and blood back becomes usually smooth. Just went on strike.

I gritted my teeth in my heart, but the corners of my mouth couldn't hide a smile.

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

The darkness shrouded a cold pool of water, in which several flesh-colored juvenile mirages swam in it. Although the young dragon is small but vigorous, there is no doubt that once it falls into it, ordinary people are afraid that there will be no return. The wisps of inverted scales on it alone are unusually sharp.

Xian'er sat quietly with her back to the pool, except for her clothes that were scratched by the scales, there were no wounds, and she didn't touch a trace of pool water.

It's as if nothing had happened.

Walk to the door. Xian'er turned around and glanced at the zombie hanging in the air, smiled weirdly, and quickly returned to normal, turning to leave.