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There were no other Jiuyao old Daoists, and there was no pretense to hide his strength, he flashed out a jade talisman, a burst of white light flashed, and Bai Stiff jumped to Lao Dao's side.

Qin Lang suddenly felt that the strength of this zombie was far beyond before, his pupils shrank, he didn't expect that this old way was still hiding his strength in Bai Zhuang.

Lao Dao walked in front alone, and it didn't take long for the two of them to get out of the rocky area, and a dense forest jumped in front of him, Lao Dao looked at it and then took out his map.

It's still the drawing just now, but now Lao Dao is constantly pouring wine up with his own wine jug.

At this moment, strange things happened, the drawings on the drawings began to fall off, and after a while, the ink had completely faded.

Qin Lang rubbed his eyes, and a brand-new picture scroll suddenly appeared on the map, and many place names were densely printed on the picture scroll, including the stone formation.

"Damn!" Qin Lang secretly scolded in his heart, not only himself, but also the entire Jiuyao was calculated by this old way.

From the very beginning when he entered the stone formation, he didn't want everyone to go out together, and he didn't want to take Jiuyao to the real treasure place at all.

Even if Qin Lang was angry and angry, there was no other way.

Lao Dao also seemed to notice Qin Lang's expression, he turned around and said with a smile: "Young master, the old slave is also forced to do so, after all, I don't want others to set foot in the place I went to this time!"

Even though Lao Dao was sincere from the bottom of his heart, Qin Lang now understood that Lao Dao was now obsessed with his great cause of restoring Qin and couldn't extricate himself.

Looking at the old Dao Qin Lang, he couldn't help but start to be wary again, compared to the great cause of restoring Qin, even if the descendants of the Qin Empress were just a reed in front of their family and country.

Qin Lang carried a long knife at his waist and his eyes were like torches, and he followed the pace of the old Tao closely.

In a short time, they were out of the dense forest, the sun was blazing, and the sky was very clear.

"It's almost there, young master be careful!" After the old Tao reminded, he walked forward alone, Bai Zhuang was still beating beside him, his eyes were dark green.

The old road was spreading some powder on the ground as he walked, Qin Lang naturally didn't know what these nameless powders were, but it didn't take long for huge smoke to start rolling behind him.

Then he walked for a while, and the forest that was originally clearly visible suddenly turned gray, Qin Lang couldn't help but exclaim, if he was allowed to walk back now, he would definitely not be able to go back.

After the smoke billowed out, Lao Dao wiped his sweat and smiled with a treacherous smile, "Young master, let's go!" He walked towards a huge grass without the slightest hesitation.

The weeds are growing wildly, and it is already early autumn and still can't hide the lushness.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Dao walked to a circular tomb and said, "Young master, this place is the place where the treasure map is buried. ”

At this time, the tomb opened, and Lao Dao naturally walked in without much effort, and it was dark in front of him, and he waved his hand only to see a torch lit.

Qin Lang looked at a mound on the circular tomb, although it had been tempered by the years, it still shone brightly, "Tomb, tomb." He muttered a few words and walked straight inside.

Lao Dao walked in front, Qin Lang followed closely behind, two torches illuminated a distance of several meters, the tomb tunnel was not spacious but very neat, as if someone often cleaned it.

Almost blinded by the surface, Qin Lang had just taken two steps when he saw Lao Dao stop in front of him, he walked forward quickly, and the scene in front of him almost startled him.

The bodies of seven or eight black-clothed men lay like this, blocking the intersection to the death, and they all looked hideous, their faces were pale, and they seemed to be struggling fiercely before they died.

"Good means!" Lao Dao didn't know who he was talking to, he turned his head to look at Qin Lang, his face was also very unnatural, and his pupils were no longer the same as before.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Young Master, do you know what is the most terrifying here?"

After Lao Dao said, he looked at Qin Lang with deep meaning, and then he directly put down the torch and waited for Qin Lang's answer.

Qin Lang was taken aback when he saw the corpse of the man in black, which of these men in black was not a first-class master, but now they all died here, which was enough to show the danger of this tomb.

Hearing what Lao Dao asked, Qin Lang hurriedly shook his head, his attention at this time had been completely attracted by a few corpses, "What a terrifying strength!" he couldn't help but muttered to himself.

"What?" Lao Dao didn't know what Qin Lang was talking about, and asked rhetorically.

At this time, Qin Lang reacted from his surprise, and his gaze hurriedly skimmed over the old Dao's face.

"It's nothing, I mean being able to kill so many mysterious people in black, how terrifying these tombs are!" Qin Lang said, and then he clenched his long knife.

Lao Dao smiled slightly and said, "The tomb here is not terrible, what is terrible is the tomb guarding force!" He stroked his beard, looking like a fairy wind.

Qin Lang nodded as if he didn't understand, "Have you been here before?" he immediately asked, always feeling that the familiar road of the old road didn't look like it was the first time to come.

"Naturally, I've been here before, but I haven't even broken through the gossip array. Lao Dao said, and then he picked up his torch and looked at the tomb wall.

A long and rich classical beauty of the pictures, floating in front of Qin Lang and Lao Dao, long skirts Yabu, moving like a lotus, a smile, enough to fall into the city!

"What is their strength?" Qin Lang asked naturally, although his gaze was still wandering around the strange paintings, but his clear eyes clearly flashed with a hint of vigilance.

"That strong man is not afraid, but those two old men are very terrifying!" said the old man, as if he was deducing something, a few fingers on the palm of his hand kept changing.

Qin Lang couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, the strength of this strong man was already known, but he didn't expect the strength of the two old men behind him to be even more terrifying, he couldn't help but feel that there were people outside the people and mountains outside the mountains.

Lao Dao's brows flickered, and he seemed to be silently chanting something in his mouth. Immediately, a few bits of blood were already pouring out of his fingertips, and they looked very strange in the light of the flickering torches.

"What?" At this time, Lao Dao opened his eyes and Qin Lang hurriedly asked, he was also extremely bottomless in his heart now, not to mention the horror of the tomb, just an old man guarding the tomb was so terrifying, so their tomb guarding methods were repaid.

Lao Dao's eyebrows slowly relaxed, and he looked towards the two places, and then he placed the torch on the wall.

No one expected that something strange would appear, and a red thing that seemed to be blood slowly flowed out of the cracks.

Qin Lang was shocked, a strong smell of blood wafted out, and then the heavy humidity hit the sky, and he immediately alerted everything around him.

Lao Dao said with an ugly face: "The good luck and evil are undecided, let's see fate." After shaking off these words, he walked past the corpses of several men in black and walked towards the darkness.

Qin Lang followed without saying a word, he knew that Lao Dao had his own methods, but now he was a little glad that he didn't bring Jiuyao in.

Lao Dao's fingers kept beating on the palm of his hand, and then his steps were constantly changing with his own fingers, and he had already walked dozens of steps in a few breaths.

Rubbing, the sound of the tip of the knife coming out of the sheath came out three times, Qin Lang suddenly glanced at his feet, and accidentally stepped on a small bronze dot under the tomb by himself.

"Damn!" Qin Lang instantly rolled over to the side of the tomb wall, but the unknown secret weapon emerged from the top of his head.

"Be careful!" shouted the old man, but he couldn't just move around, after all, in the tomb, every movement had to be carefully considered. If you rush to rescue the command, you will put yourself in a more passive situation.

But Qin Lang is not an idle person, his body flashed and deftly dodged this blow, and it was another dodge, his body seemed to be loaded with a spring and was extremely fast.

Qin Lang immediately snorted, at this time, one of the tomb walls had protruded, and the other tomb wall was also hitting at the same speed.

It can be said that it was a wrong step, a slight dodge in a hurry, and the sound of violent tearing in the ear, followed by a dark red dart shot out, the dart head was dark red, although it was rusty, but it was still very sharp.

There was a "bang", and the darts plunged deep into the tomb wall, and the surrounding of the tomb wall was diluted, and the originally intact murals fell down one by one.

Qin Lang didn't think much about it, his long knife slammed into the ground, his body seemed to shoot out like a cannonball, and then it landed safely after a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree rotation in the air.

Lao Dao also wiped his sweat at this time, and the thrill just now had already made his heart rise to his throat.

The danger of the tomb, the old Taoist knows that he is not capable of the enemy, and it is Qin Lang.

At this time, Qin Lang wiped his sweat, and his heart beat faster and hit his chest fiercely.

"Let's go!" Qin Lang said, and then tried to squeeze out a smile, he didn't say much but held the long knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife reflected the brilliance of the torch brightly.

In the tunnel of the tomb, the sound of dripping water was heard from time to time, refreshingly echoing in this deep tomb, a few points of light hung upside down on the upper wall of the tunnel, and the remaining human bones seemed to be visible in the bright red body of the blood bat.

Lao Dao still kept pinching his fingers and counting, but now he had to pay attention, constantly sensing Qin Lang's pace and breathing, no matter what, he was also under a lot of pressure.

Qin Lang also paid attention to his life after the nine deaths just now, he carefully spied the pace of the old way, and his steps swayed left and right like him, although it was chaotic, but after all, it was very safe to come to the side of the tomb.

A tiger's head gate was impressively in front of Qin Lang and Lao Dao, and the tiger's eyes seemed to be intimidating everyone who came here, and at the same time, it also seemed to show the glory and glory of the tomb owner before his death.

Qin Lang didn't say much, he stepped forward, the area around the tomb was still moss, and the damp ground was unusually soft.

Then, his long knife pierced directly below the ground, and then he slammed the stone door upwards.

Suddenly, there was a throbbing, and with another force, the stone door suddenly began to creak and squeak, but it still did not open after all.

"Young master, let the old slave come. Lao Dao said very humbly, he walked directly three meters away, and a pair of old hands kept groping on the tomb wall.

After a while, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and I saw him exert himself hard, and as soon as the long knife in Qin Lang's hand was released, the tomb door opened with a creak.

With the thick wet soil, all kinds of poisons quickly crawled out from under the tomb door, accompanied by squeaky friction sounds from time to time.

As the heavy tomb door opened, there was another world, which slowly moved, and a row of large bookshelves gradually appeared in the eyes of the two men.