After the death of the emperor, the emperor and the general do not want to be disturbed by the people who buried their eternal sleep one day, so they will seek out the mechanism designed by the strange people in the world for their eternal rest, so as to enjoy the tranquility. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But no matter how subtle the design of the mechanism is, it has its own deadlines. Maybe if you encounter a tomb robber in a hundred years, you can prevent it, but if a hundred years later, or even a thousand years, the organ is dead after all, once it is destroyed and out of touch, the tomb robber can still deal with it calmly.

But if there is a dead man's flower, a strange poison that can make people's flesh incorruptible and keep them safe for thousands of years. Not only can the owner of the tomb be immortal, but it can also be used to train a strange army to hide in the cemetery. In this way, zombies have become the guardians of the tomb owner during his lifetime. And all the control of these zombies must be passed down from generation to generation by the wizard's descendants.

Vaguely, Qin Xiaotian's heart trembled, as if he had discovered a big secret. As far as the eye could see, a red maple tree was nothing more than an illusion of a dead man's flower, and the reason why he was able to come here may have been deliberately done by the white-haired she-ape.

The phantom city that I entered, the ravines stacked with loess, are probably the foundations of the outer perimeter of the tomb that were left thousands of years ago. All the imperial tombs are huge, in line with the theory of Tibetan wind and water.

The reason why the Gushan Cloud Tomb can only appear at night must be related to the feng shui of the tomb. And the secret hidden in this red maple forest under your feet will definitely not be separated from the relationship. Does the fact that the white-haired she-ape was taken away indicate that her position was in conflict with that of the white-haired ape clan?

If the guess is correct, it is likely that the white-haired ape clan that has been guarding here for thousands of years has had infighting. But what is the cause of their rebellion?

Qin Xiaotian didn't continue to dig deeper, he didn't want to get involved in it, and he didn't want to deal with brutes. No matter what kind of cause and effect it is, what he thinks about is still Su Yan'er in Jiangnan Gusu City, which is what he wants to do the most.

But if it is left like this now, such a large piece of dead people will not know how many loyal and unrighteous people will fall into the future. Burning it, Qin Xiaotian muttered in his heart, some things must bear the consequences. He knew very well that if he destroyed the Dead Man's Flower, the consequences would leave him with a lifetime of infamy.

The Dead Man's Flower is evil, but it also has its role. Not all evil things are used to harm people, and some are used to save people. At the very least, it allows the dead to live forever in this world as they are, and no longer be bound by the traces of time.

But evil is always an unforgivable sin, it is the embodiment of demons. Even if it is immersed in the pure primordial pool, thousands of years will not be able to wash away its demonic side of human nature. Therefore it must be destroyed, not only by destroying this wicked dead man's flower, but also by burning all the vegetation that grows here.

With so many dead flowers, it would be impossible to reach the woods seen in front of you without thousands of years of reproduction. As long as there is one flower in the world, the descendants of the wizard will use it to expand their ambitions, and perhaps this is the real reason why the zombies stole the divine iron in the village.

The Samadhi True Fire, under Qin Xiaotian's control, spread towards the red maple forest, and everywhere it went, there was a sea of fire. The crackling sound swept up all the roots of the earth, and then sank into the flowers and leaves that had been burned to ashes.

In the sunrise of the Lonely Mountain Cloud Tomb, a white-haired, inhuman-like white-faced man is soaking in the hot spring surrounded by maids.

Suddenly, his fiery red pupils burst out with a flame that was a hundred times hotter than the Samadhi True Fire, instantly evaporating the spring water in the pool. I saw that his eyebrows were furrowed, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly, obviously someone had violated his bottom line. With a wave of his hand, the three maids who bathed with him on his side turned into a pool of blood.

Then, shake up. His body had already appeared in the red maple forest where only ashes remained. "Go and find out who did it. He turned his head and ordered the two men and women in black robes and coats who followed him, and said nothing more.

The white-faced man stood in place for a long time, squinting and twitching the tense muscles on his cheeks, motionless as he looked at the breath remaining in the forest, and his eyes were full of strange coldness, making it impossible to look directly.

Qin Xiaotian chased all the way and finally saw Mengxi and the stupid cat at the top of the East Mountain, three hundred miles away. If the eight steps of the Nine Palaces are to stimulate the aura under the feet, they can penetrate the acupoints of the human body, and they are like the wind shadow and waning moon when running, which is extremely fast.

"Qin Lang, the scenery here is beautiful, why don't we spend the night here tonight. Mengxi jumped off the black cat's back, and she was always thinking about whether to go home along the way. At the beginning, the demon Dao deceived himself to this place, if it wasn't for Qin Lang to save him, he would have been incomplete, but the kindness of his parents is more important than Mount Tai, and he can't help but go back to arrange the future. What's more, her father had an army of 5,000 men under his command. These people will definitely take action when they learn that their father has been poisoned, and they must let them know the ins and outs of this matter, if there is a change in the world in the future, this army of 5,000 people may still be able to become Qin Lang's capital. But I don't know if Qin Lang has the ambition to conquer the world.

"Very good. Stupid cat, go find something to eat, your heroine likes to eat pheasants, go and come back quickly. Qin Xiaotian stretched out an aura and ignited the dead branch that had just been found by the stupid cat not far away.

The stupid cat squinted and barked. Towards the forest to the west.

"What's wrong, it seems that she has something on her mind?" Qin Xiaotian hugged Mengxi in his arms, and said with some distressed concern, these days she is running around, and there is no stable place for her to sleep well. The skirt on her body also cut a few cuts, which looked a little sad.

Mengxi snuggled his head into Qin Xiaotian's arms, and said softly: "Qin Lang is excellent in martial arts, and he is also a cultivator. Have you ever thought about thinking about your future?" Mengxi looked up at Qin Xiaotian tentatively, her eyes full of infatuation.

"I don't have any ideas, but I hope that one day I can take you to Jiangnan Gusu City for a walk, and I won't be in this life. "Ever since Qin Xiaotian burned a large piece of dead man's flower in the fire, he had an intuition in his heart, maybe he would offend a demon god with vicious methods, and this person's cultivation was many times higher than his own.

"That's all?" Mengxi was a little disappointed, but as long as he could stay with Qin Xiaotian, it was his greatest happiness.

Qin Xiaotian didn't speak, but smiled slightly. In fact, since the bone slave recognized him as a young master, it ignited his ambition to conquer the world, but at this time, he felt that there was one thing that was more important than conquering the world and establishing immortal achievements.

Perhaps, in the course of Zhou Tongmu's three-year teaching, Qin Xiaotian has already planted the shadow of cultivating and becoming a Buddha and standing on the ground in his heart.

The infinite number of Qiankun is an unpassed secret that Zhou Tongmu had obtained before he taught him. And this extremely secret magical scroll was handed over to Qin Xiaotian by the bone slave at the behest of others. Although he had not grasped the true essence of it over the years, he had no doubt about its wonders.

A volume of mental magic secret mantras that can make big waves in the three counties of Huaxia be an ordinary cultivation book?