"It's not good, it's a space turbulence. Hurry up and replenish your true power to strengthen your defenses. The space-time shovel actually jumped violently, making a terrifying click before the plane disintegrated.

Yan Qing was also taken aback, she had never been in this situation before.

That was to quickly swallow a Gathering Spirit Pill and a Shengli Pill at the same time. It feels like you're in the middle of a raging wave under a Category 18 typhoon. Moreover, the pressure multiplies.

It seems to be crushed by an inexplicable pressure at any moment.

A terrifying invisible aura was affecting Yan Qing's state of mind, and her heart trembled.

Mount Tai collapsed to the top without falling......

After all kinds of suffering, Yan Qing finally survived with great perseverance, and suddenly felt light. It was as if I had suddenly jumped from the bottom of the sea at a depth of 1,000 meters.

One by one, distant bells rang, mixed with the sound of Buddha singing.

It looks like I've arrived at a temple.

Yan Qing raised her eyes and looked around, and was suddenly startled.

Oh, my God!

It seems to be India.

Moreover, Yan Qing can be sure. It is India that traveled through the past life and was in the modern society before it, not ancient India.

The first time I arrived through the space-time passage was Huaxia, but the space-time rank was different. And this time it's the real modern India. Yan Qing's mind came alive again.

Drop!

simply bought a ticket to return home, however, it seems that there is no ID card. Then the whole silver will be exchanged for money for the 'tongue' to smuggle back to China. In his previous life, as an elite of the Special Service Group A, he was the most familiar with the 'tongue' of organizing smuggling.

The mood of this thing suddenly became excited. Reaching out and touching it, he took out a silver ticket from the tomb emperor space.

However, the next moment this guy frowned. If you show this silver ticket of Yanguo Bahai Money Bank, it is estimated that modern people will be arrested and put into a madhouse as a psychopath, or a counterfeiter will be put into the bureau.

"Hurry up and use the Qiankun compass to locate and grab the tomb robbery, what are you doing with those messes.

Don't try to go back to your home country, you can't go back at all.

Because, you belong to the Gu Yan Kingdom. Moreover, you come from a different interface.

Tomb robbing is a high-cost job, if you don't hurry up, as soon as the space channel closes, you will immediately tear different space-time turbulence to pieces.

Because, you don't belong to this era anymore. Your body, soul, and spirit are all from the realm of Gu Yan Kingdom.

So, hurry up and replenish your energy, and you have wasted a Gathering Spirit Pill for a while.

If you like to burn money, you can continue to fantasize about returning home. At this moment, a line of words representing a serious warning appeared on the time shovel.

Nima, why didn't you remind me earlier, I wasted tens of thousands of brain cells with an elixir grinding stone in vain.

Yan Qing thought like crazy in her heart, and hurriedly swallowed a second-order Shengli Pill in pain.

Then the compass pulled out the cross, and then the hands were slowly rotating. Soon, he pointed to a huge cliff on the mountainside.

Could it be that the tomb with the gold and bronze cover and the iron cloth shirt is not under that cliff?

No, legend has it that these two stunts were created by the Bodhidharma Patriarch of Shaolin Temple. Is it that the space-time shovel has fallen by mistake and the whole place has come to India. No matter how you say that it falls in Shaolin Temple, at least we have to fall in Huaxia. The deviation is so big, this damn space-time shovel.

However, legend has it that the Bodhidharma Patriarch came from the southern Tianzhu country, which is ancient India. Could it be that Bodhidharma returned to the Southern Tianzhu Kingdom before his death, and was buried under this cliff after his death?

Reasonable!

Yan Qing felt reasonable, so she quietly walked from the grass to the mountainside.

Suddenly, Yan Qing stopped cautiously.

Because, a voice came from the tall grass in front of me, and the language was actually Mandarin.

Yan Qing quietly and carefully crawled over the past. When I looked around, I saw several figures squatting in the grass. There seems to be a twisted map or something like that.

"Fatty, you can't be a fake, right?" asked a skinny guy who looked like a monkey.

"I said monkey, I have been robbing tombs for more than ten years, can I still deceive people? You ask the 'stuffy oil bottle', who dares to deceive Lao Tzu with fakes, is he impatient?" a guy who was as fat as a pig snorted dissatisfiedly and fiercely.

"Stuffy oil bottle, fat man, monkey ......" Yan Qing thought again in her heart, and felt that the names of these guys were so familiar? After thinking for a while, she was suddenly surprised, Nima, aren't these three guys the characters in the "Tomb Robbery Notes" written by the great god called 'Southern School Third Uncle' who wrote the book at the starting point?

The real name of the stuffy oil bottle is Zhang Qiling, and the fat man's surname is Wang.

However, this is simply apocryphal, is there really someone who can't do it in reality?

"That's not for sure, people stumble and horses stumble, and it's not uncommon for boats to capsize in the gutter. "Who would have thought that the guy called 'Stuffy Oil Bottle', who didn't like to talk much in the tomb robbery notes, sipped out a sentence and almost killed the fat man.

"I said Little Third Master, you send a message. You have a lot of eyesight, do you want to tell me that this picture will be fake?" The fat man didn't dare to mess with the oil bottle, because that guy was too tough, and he had fought zombies in the tomb. Although he said that the tonnage was twice that of him, if he really fought, it would not be worth a slap in the face.

! there's really a 'little third master'.

It's really hell, it seems that the characters described by the third uncle of the southern school are really in reality. Of course, it is also possible that there are similar characters and events in reality. Not all novels say it - if there is any similarity, it is pure coincidence.

Yes, it should be.

The real name of this 'little third master' is Wu Xie, and he can only be regarded as a half-hung person on a piece of gold. And his uncle Wu Sanxing is the real master of touching gold.

At this time, Yan Qing felt that the Qiankun compass shook and revealed a line of words.

Little Third Master - Sanpin touches the golden captain, a martial artist.

Stuffy Oil Bottle - Five-stage martial artist, half-dead.

Fat man - a second-rank life master, a third-stage martial artist.

Monkey - a first-grade physiognomy master, a three-stage martial artist.

Other Yan Qing was not afraid, but a 'half-dead man' behind the stuffy oil bottle startled Yan Qing.

What does this mean?

Half of the people died?

Could it be that this guy is a 'zombie', as if it is not introduced in the tomb robbery notes.

It's a pity that the third uncle of the southern faction is not here, otherwise you have to ask him.

"The picture is true, it is said that there are many tombs after the death of the 'Xiangzhi King'. It is also said that he built ten tombs, nine of which are fake. Therefore, the drawings about the tomb of the 'Xiangzhi King' are also quite messy. The little third master nodded and said.

"Well, the picture is true. I'm afraid that the tombs are fake, nine fake tombs, aren't we working in vain?" the monkey nodded.

"Hehe, several. Look for me if you want to distinguish between the real and the fake. At this time, Yan Qing walked out with a smile.

"Who are you?" the monkey suddenly stood up, holding a Luoyang shovel in his hand, and posing as an attack at any time.

"What the hell, you think you're making a movie. also made a costume. The fat man looked at Yan Qing with a grin.

"Your Excellency, you are Interpol here, and be honest with me. Otherwise, I am not a vegetarian with this knife. The stuffy oil bottle reached out to the handle of the knife behind his back and stared at Yan Qing coldly.

"Yes, it must have been sent by the domestic 'strips'. The fat man sneered and danced with a big axe in his hand.

"That's wrong, I'm a genuine captain who touches gold. Seeing this, can you take it out?" Yan Qing casually took out the black donkey's hooves from the leather bag behind his back.

Actually, this leather bag is just a pretense. The real thing is contained in the Tomb Emperor space.

However, if you don't carry a leather bag and just pull out something out of the air, it won't frighten these guys. People still think you're a trickster.

"Hahaha, fellow travelers. However, your black donkey's hooves are not as high-end as my fat man. The fat man laughed and took out a black donkey's hoof from the travel bag behind his back and raised it, saying, "A hundred years of real goods, a hoof is 30,000 yuan." ”