Le Xiang rubbed his frozen hands, and said unhappily: "I said Han Feng, do you have a score or not, I see that there is no good thing here." Even if there is the treasure of those old monsters, this place is so close to Tianshui City, I am afraid that it has been stolen by others eight hundred times. ”

Han Feng pinched a handful of dirt and put it under his nose and sniffed it, rolled his eyes and said, "That's right, it's here, you can't run to read the full text of the Heaven Repair Record." The first feng shui here is excellent, and the second earth aura is extremely rich. This place is very close to Tianshui City, of course, it is possible to be discovered by other monks, but it is one thing to find it, and it is another thing to be able to take the treasure away. ”

Looking at his mysterious appearance, Le Xiang threw aside the long pickaxe in his hand and said: "You can't take anything away, there are a lot of capable monks in Sitian Pavilion, they must have monks who have the magic of the earth system, and if you escape from the earth, you can bring anything out." ”

"Because the soil here is poisonous, hehe, the poison is very big, and ordinary monks will definitely die if they go down. Han Feng said triumphantly.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Le Xiang jumped away and yelled at Han Feng: "Even if you are tired of living, don't pull me, brother still has to enjoy the beautiful green chūn." ”

Han Feng smiled slyly: "Poisonous to others, for my old Han poison, it's not a piece of cake, if you don't leave me within three zhang, you won't be poisoned." If you take one step further you will be poisoned, so be careful!"

Le Xiang carefully measured the distance between the two people with palpitations, and if it really didn't exceed three zhang, he let out a long sigh, "Next time there is such a situation, you must explain it as soon as possible, don't make a situation." ”

At this time, a woman's voice sounded in the shadow, "You two are finished, hurry up and dig, and follow me into the city after digging." ”

Le Xiang snorted lazily and said: "You have great ability, the female monk in the late stage of Jindan, even if you don't make any effort, you must be able to tear down this ancient tomb with your fingers." But we brothers are here to sell coolies. If this tomb is seventy or eighty zhang deep, it is estimated that it will be dug until dawn. ”

In the shadow of the moon, a beautiful woman in a yellow shirt staggered out, and the woman frowned lightly and said, "It's not that I asked you to dig the ancient tombs of immortal cultivators everywhere, anyway, my spells are not used to dig graves." ”

Le Xiang smiled and said, "Without the magic weapons we got from the tomb to exchange spirit stones and pills, how could your realm improve so quickly, don't forget to dig the well." ”

The woman snorted and stopped talking. She is Jiang Xueqin of the Yimu Spirit Root, because of the obsession knot, in twenty years, she has cultivated from the late stage of foundation building to the late stage of Jindan, and this incredible speed is enough to dominate the entire Qingzhou Continent. The three of them went to the Cold Moon Country that year, and after some circumstances, each had their own gains, and Han Feng successfully advanced to the middle stage of foundation building with the pill given by Wang Sanbu. And Le Xiang also advanced to the early stage of Jindan with some adventures, for him, a master who does not want to make progress and gets by, this is undoubtedly a big pie that fell from the sky.

Cultivation is not only a hard thing, but also an extremely resource-consuming thing, the three of them are all casual cultivators, without the support of the sect, they can only wander in the Cold Moon Country like idle clouds and wild cranes. Inadvertently got acquainted with a treasure hunting team, found the business of tomb robbery, more than 20 years later, the three of them escaped from death, after countless hardships, at this moment not only with hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, but also some rare magic weapons and spiritual objects.

Han Feng held the black sè Changge, straightened his waist, looked at Jiang Xueqin, who was as elegant as a fairy by the pit, and said with a hum: "Senior sister, please stop pretending to be high, when is this time, look at the crescent moon as thin as a hair on the top of your head, in two or three hours, the sky will be bright." When will you not use your big * method?"

Jiang Xueqin looked at Han Feng with kind eyes, and said with a smile: "Xiao Feng, Senior Sister is also honing you, after so many years, although you have advanced to the foundation building period, it is still too slow. If you want to know that the time of the road is not waiting for me, presumably your master, if my little uncle sees such a field like you at this moment, he will definitely not be happy in his heart. Digging a grave is also a kind of practice, you two dig well, if there is any monster in the tomb, this girl doesn't mind killing it. ”

Han Feng sighed, he had never had any advantage in bargaining with Jiang Xueqin. He struggled to dig up the soil, and the black sè changge in his hand was like a black sè earthworm, and he could dig out a basket of soil as soon as he entered and exited. If the original owner of this handle, Cai Pengfei, who died in front of the gate of Sitian Pavilion in Xianzhou, saw that his magic weapon was so badly violated, he didn't know how to be embarrassed.

Although Le Xiang and Han Feng are very lazy, the speed in their hands is not slow, and years of experience have made the two of them become veteran gravediggers. After a while, it had been dug for thirty or forty zhang, and there was a black hole in the pit, and from the edge of the pit, you could only see a little glimmer like a firefly at the bottom.

The winter night was unusually quiet, only the sound of two people digging the earth and rocks, Jiang Xueqin breathed in the cold air, and her mind flew to the full text of the young lady twenty years ago. The same winter, the same depression, everything died quietly, and the last was engulfed by a raging fire. If she hadn't met these two people, her heart would have died with that day, but Han Feng's optimism and Le Xiang's freedom made her rekindle the courage to live, and she was not swallowed by hatred.

The woman took a deep breath and woke herself up from her memories, when she suddenly felt a chilling battle intent behind her, and she looked behind her with a sense of relief, and at the same time gently tore open a talisman, which quickly burned, and a cloud of white mist lit up on the two people at the bottom of the pit at the same time. This "letter talisman" is often used by tomb robbers to pass on jǐng news, Le Xiang and Han Feng quickly jumped on their respective flying magic weapons, and came to the ground, the two looked at Bai Murong's face, and knew that the situation had changed.

At this moment, a swarthy, miserable sword stabbed at him, and Han Feng and Le Xiang saw that they were not in a hurry to dodge, and they were about to be in different places. Jiang Xueqin waved her hand, and three green silks wrapped around her fingers like a soft wrap around the black sword. The black sword is like a bound dragon, tossing and turning in the sky, but it can never break free from the shackles of the three green silks.

At this moment, a cold air forced Jiang Xueqin's back heart, like light, and a bronze sè moth eyebrows flashing against the light pierced the wind. Jiang Xueqin's long sleeves are good at dancing, and the apricot yellow sè's water sleeves are scattered like clouds and waves, and a puff of green sword silk bounces the moth eyebrow thorn away. A piercing sound of gold and iron made everyone present tremble. Han Feng hurriedly jumped onto his flying magic weapon, and a cold light flashed, and he came to the sky dozens of zhang.

Le Xiang's body and sword light fused together, and he swooped into the surrounding dense forest, forming a horn with Jiang Xueqin and Han Feng. But the attack around them suddenly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and the cold moon in the sky sprinkled clear light, and the three of them looked left and right, but there was no half of a figure.

Le Xiang jumped to Jiang Xueqin's side and said in a low voice: "There is something strange here, we should not stay for a long time, leave quickly." ”

The woman nodded slightly, and was about to leave, only to hear a muffled sound overhead, and the two looked up. I only saw a black figure dragging a series of afterimages across it, Han Feng was like a chicken caught by an eagle, dragged away from this sky, in the dense forest in the east.

Jiang Xueqin snorted angrily, her body turned into a ball of blue light and flickered away, while Le Xiang frowned tightly, he was thinking about why he was so calm and unhurried when he captured Han Feng's figure, as far as he knew, although Han Feng's cultivation was not very good, he was covered in poison, and he couldn't be spared if he was a little closer, not to mention that the black shadow directly caught him, which was a bit unreasonable.

While he was thinking, Jiang Xueqin had already pounced on the woods to the east, in the eyes of the woman, Han Feng was already like his own brother, how could he watch him being captured by others. A cloud of mist gradually rose from the woods, and a huge black figure rose from a dense forest, holding a gray giant sword in his hand, and slashing the woman's head and face is a sword.

The gray sword light swept in, like fire and lightning, and thunder, as if it was about to cut the void. Jiang Xueqin is a master of using a sword, as soon as the other party makes a move, she has a sense of proportion in her heart, the Qiushui Sword has been refined into her natal thing at this time, sending and receiving at will, changing at will, and in an instant, it will turn into thousands of green silks like a spider web to block the sword rays.

The woman felt that her divine thoughts began to vibrate violently, and the surrounding world realm flickered brightly and darkly, and she knew that this was the feeling that the other party's sword was moving on her natal flying sword and feeding back to her divine consciousness. This was a feeling she hadn't encountered during her wanderings in the Cold Moon Country, and the strength of her opponent made her feel pressured. Obviously, this person is not the one who attacked him, nor is he the one who captured Han Feng, if you look at it this way, there are at least three people on the other side, and the cultivation of the three of them is not low, and the shots are neat and clean, at first glance, they are battle-hardened, thinking about this, she began to worry a little about the fate of the three of them.

At this moment, suddenly an earth-shattering fist shadow erupted from the dense forest, and the power of this fist shadow was so powerful, like ten thousand horses galloping, roaring, roaring, and excited, which caught Jiang Xueqin off guard. The woman was good at dancing with long sleeves, and her body had turned into a cloud of green mist and disappeared into the sky, and the place where she reappeared was ten zhang away from the place where she landed just now.

But before she could catch her breath, dozens of golden sè's flying needles swished into the air like rain, Jiang Xueqin hurriedly picked up flowers with both hands, and quickly pinched out a trick, and in an instant a huge green leaf condensed in front of her to surround her, and the flying needles shè on the leaves, making a dingdong sound, although she couldn't pierce in, she didn't give up, and wandered around the woman's body like a fish, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Jiang Xueqin gritted her teeth, and cāo another trick, the leaves burst open in an instant, and ten thousand green silks emanated from her heavenly spirit, and the green silk blocked the golden needles like rain, and she turned into a streamer and rushed forward. At this time, she had only one thought in her heart, which was to rescue Han Feng. (Starter :)