In addition, the 'Netherfire Fire, we need to get' the Green Dragon Pill to restrain it, otherwise Chen Qiangang will use it to open, and we will have no power to resist."

Huang Qianyuan was puzzled: "It is precisely because you have the 'Green Dragon Pill, and the Scattered Ghost King wants to recapture the 'Nether Flame', that you will feel that this person belongs to you."

"But ......'Qinglong Dan is no longer on me.'"

"Not on you?" Chaos Yin Shuai was the first to be surprised.

"That's right, the 'Qinglong Pill, it's not on me, I've retrograde lost the 'Swallowing Pill, the method, remove the 'Qinglong Pill' from my body."

Hearing this, I could feel the disappointment of the chaotic yin handsome and the corrupt yin handsome.

Huang Qianyuan also shook his head and said, "If this is the case, the 'Netherfire Fire, you can't restrain it, and you still need to retrieve the 'Green Dragon Pill' before you can fight Chen Qiangang."

I said, "That's true. Now Han Yingying and I are going to Nanjing, just for the sake of 'Qinglong Dan'. You can go to the East Island, where we meet. As for the Scattered Ghost King, you can get in touch and meet on the East Island."

The orange cat put it on my shoulder and said, "That's right, only by working together, regardless of background, can we resist Chen Qiangang."

The chaotic yin handsome and the corrupt yin handsome threw their fists at me, and then turned into two black shadows, floating from the windowsill to the inner courtyard.

Huang Qianyuan also bowed his hand and left.

Han Yingying and I took a short rest, and at dawn, we took the high-speed train to Nanjing.

The weather is getting cooler and colder, and in the late autumn season, a cold wind blows, which makes us shiver.

After arriving at the Nanjing high-speed railway station, we bought a few warm coats from a nearby store and wore them on our bodies.

Leaving the high-speed rail station, we came to Baohua Mountain.

The mountain is filled with thick fog, and it is not until the midday sun is shining that the fog slowly disperses, and a late autumn beauty immediately appears. Along the way, the needles of the squirrels were covered with a thick layer of white dew, first a tree of white autumn chrysanthemums. The breeze blew and the yellow leaves fell, blocking the mountain path we walked.

The sky is vast and lofty, the sun is shy and warm, and there is no longer the arrogance of summer.

We are bathed in the sunshine of the mountains, and our mood is comfortable and happy.

It's been a long time since I've felt this laid-back.

Ever since he practiced Taoism, he has been nervous and exciting, encountering all kinds of misfortunes and all kinds of luck.

Never really felt the beauty of life.

Han Yingying and I walked along the mountain paths, and the orange cat jumped back and forth among the fallen maple leaves and plane tree leaves.

This kind of leisure, if it can be condensed, how good it would be.

However, we have a heavy responsibility.

The difficulties of the right path in the world need me to solve.

The further we went into the mountains, the temperature got lower and lower, but fortunately, Han Yingying and I added a coat. Even so, I still feel the cold wind and the coolness of the body.

Finally arrived at the burial chamber where the snakes were.

Outside the tomb, there was still a pool of muddy and dirty water.

We entered along the tomb wall, from the front rooms to the main burial chamber, and lit the candles on the tomb wall.

Along the way, there was not a single sign of a snake.

After arriving at the main burial chamber, the three coffins that were originally standing on the coffin bed were all crumbs, and they were no longer the same as before.

No trace of the green python fairy was found.

"Have the snakes moved?" I was puzzled.

Han Yingying looked at the surrounding tombs and said, "Is it in late autumn, the weather is getting cooler, and the snakes are hibernating?"

"It's a possibility."

But I've always wondered about the disappearance of snakes.

In the tomb, Han Yingying's eyes were the second. I have the qualification of "the body of a dead baby", even if I am in the hell of the waste, I can still have some sight, and in the tomb, through the dim candle flame, I can see clearly.

The orange cat's eyes were the best, he had the ability to be an animal, he looked at the tomb, and said, "There are traces of a fight here."

I said disapprovingly, "Of course, there are traces of a fight in the main tomb, and I fought here with Han Qimen that day, and he sacrificed the 'Firmament Stone, no one can beat it.'"

The orange cat shook her head and said, "Not that day, the fight that day was mostly in the Frontrooms. We are now in the main burial chamber, and we can tell from the marks on the wall of the tomb and the cracks in the three coffins that there was a fight."

Han Yingying blurted out, "My father went and returned?"

Could it really be that Han Qimen went and returned? I don't know, and I don't want to be too suspicious.

"Yingying, don't think about it, it may not be your father who will come back."

We searched the tomb carefully and found no other useful information.

The two of us and a cat came out of the tomb, looked at the surroundings, and then felt that there seemed to be a fight outside the tomb.

The trees and bamboos here seem to have suffered a catastrophe.

The slightly softer plants are overpowered. And the branches of the great tree that stood upright were also cut off.

When Fang Cai entered the tomb, he didn't notice this scene, and it blended into the withering of everything in late autumn, but it was not so prominent.

"The orange cat is right, it seems that the snakes have gone through a big fight. I don't know where the green python fairy is now?" I sighed.

Han Yingying pointed to the overwhelming bamboo forest in front of her, and there was a trace in the extension: "Let's follow the traces and look forward, maybe we can find clues."

So, I walked forward with Han Yingying.

Looking at the trees on both sides, it can be seen from the cross-section of the cut branches that this fight has been going on for some time.

Along the trail of the fight, there is another cliff.

Beneath this cliff, a thick fog rises, and there is no bottom in sight.

"The traces of the fight end here, it doesn't look good......" Orange Cat said.

Han Yingying and I looked at the cliffs, and we also had an ominous feeling in our hearts.

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