When the old man said this, he couldn't help but feel sad......

That huge vitality is like the scorching sun hanging high in his eyes, such a superb treasure medicine, if you want to pay for it, he really can't afford it on the premise of not pit Qin Yang......

The dignified thief preacher, the small sect can't pull down the face to patronize, the big sect, and because of the cautious action, they don't dare to take risks easily, tens of thousands of years ago, the thief was destroyed, and the blood of the previous car has not dried up......

Don't dare to act presumptuously, naturally there are no good things in your hands......

"Senior, if this is the case, I will sell you a few pieces cheaper?" Qin Yang couldn't bear it, what a good old man, since he came to this world, he has never seen a master with such strength and face, Rao is thick-skinned, and he also feels that it is a bit too much to dig a pit for the old man to let him jump in......

"That's it, wait until the old man has gathered enough suitable treasures, and then come and exchange them with you, let's get out of here now, it's not safe......" The old man sighed, looking a little weak.

"What's wrong?"

"Why do you think those three bastards have been staying there? The secret realm has collapsed, and the true mausoleum of Zixiao Dao Jun is about to appear, to be so decisive, I would rather the secret realm collapse than be forcibly taken away, Zixiao Dao Jun has many back hands, in the old man's opinion, they are afraid that stealing chickens will not lead to rice. The old man shook his head, looked into the distance, and smiled.

As soon as the words fell, a vision appeared in the distance.

"Boom ......"

A tremor resounded through the heavens and the earth, and all the remaining phantom fragments in the sky disappeared, and the entire sky turned yellow, and a trace of ominous aura appeared out of thin air.

Then the earth shook, the void distorted, and the land of a hundred miles where the Yin Huai Ghost Tomb was located suddenly hung upside down in the sky, and the dusky sky turned upside down and turned into the earth.

In an instant, the world turned upside down.

In the big pit where the pen holder is located before, a spring emerges, and the yellow soup rolls out of it, not for a moment, like a tsunami in the sky, overwhelming, sweeping a hundred miles of land, overlooking the far away, a hundred miles of sky, all turned into a sea of yellow soup tumbling.

The slightest faint yellow breath floats, in the yellow soup, there are hidden building edges and corners emerging, but a few breaths, a large number of buildings emerge from the yellow soup, pavilions and pavilions, purple gold beams, white jade columns, the blue bricks and blue tiles, between the scales and rows, showing the magnificence.

When more and more of these buildings hanging upside down from the yellow soup appeared, I saw the three great powers, shooting together, and the divine light was vertical and horizontal, enveloping the yellow soup for hundreds of miles.

"Zixiao Daojun's mausoleum is now alive, let's fix it together, don't let it escape. ”

The body was like thunder, and for hundreds of miles, you could hear the sound of the other party's loud shouting, but only for a moment, I saw that in the dazzling divine light that shrouded the hundred miles of yellow soup, a white bone claw tore through the divine light, rushed out of it, and went straight to one of the powers.

This monster only has a skeleton left in its whole body, a thousand feet long, but the head occupies half of the body, a pair of sharp claws, but three points larger than the head, above the white bones, the miserable white and black light flickered, and the divine light in mid-air had no effect on it.

In the blink of an eye, in the sea of yellow soup, another black one-eyed ape with a height of 800 zhang rushed out, this ape was full of lifeless breath, and the corpse was full of air, but the breath spread, and it turned into a zombie ape several feet high, stirring the yellow soup.

There is also a firebird with black flames burning all over its body, its eyes are like lamps, its wings are tattered, and its wings are 1,800 feet, and in the flames burning around it, the faces of the painful and struggling ghosts of countless races are constantly conjured, and the miserable howl seems to be a magic sound between the heavens and the earth.

However, in the blink of an eye, only the divine light was left in mid-air, which made people unable to see it really, and the aftermath of the horror was more like ripples spreading out......

Obviously, these three monsters have already fought with those three powers......

"Hey, the old man is not wrong, they designated to steal chickens and rice, these three beasts have long been dead, but I don't know what kind of secret method was used by Zixiao Daojun to sacrifice, although it is not able to exert the power before birth, but as a corpse beast guarding the tomb, it is more than enough, one has the bloodline of the ancient gluttonous bloodline, the other has the bloodline of the ancient one-eyed Ahuizotlus, and the other has the bloodline of the black luan, those three bastards, can you clean up the three corpse beasts of the tomb Guarding Another matter, with this time, the mausoleum can definitely escape. ”

The old man gloated a little and laughed happily.

Qin Yang looked at the buildings in the sky in the distance, constantly drilling out of the yellow soup with the divine light, he was silent for a long time, his expression was a little complicated, and after a long time, he suddenly spoke.

"Senior, do you know the name of Zixiao Daojun?"

"Hmm, why do you ask this?" The old man was stunned for a moment, confused by this question: "If you ask others, they really don't necessarily know, but the old man is one of the very few people who knows the surname of Zixiao Daojun." ”

"Is it called Wu Bi'an?"

"Hmm, how do you know?" The old man was slightly startled, he was really shocked, Zixiao Daojun's name was not used as early as 10,000 years ago, and all he knew were old antiques of the older generation, how did a junior in Qin Yang know?

"Hey, I know ......" Qin Yang sighed, he had guessed before that Baoyu's father was Zixiao Daojun, after all, he had learned the Zixiao Dao Sutra and had been wandering around in the secret realm of Zixiao Daojun for thousands of years, it was really unlikely that this was not the son of Zixiao Daojun.

Listen to the old man's meaning, after the mausoleum appears, it will inevitably go away, where it will go, no one knows, it may disappear forever, if the mausoleum fails, and then want to get closer, it is even more impossible.

Sending Baoyu back, there is only one chance now.

And, now, there is a possibility to allow yourself to enter that mausoleum.

"Senior, you take this. Qin Yang took out a storage bag containing the crystals of the essence of Yimu, stuffed it into the old man's hand, and without waiting for the old man to speak, he bowed with a serious face: "Please do the senior a favor and send me to that mausoleum." ”

"You're crazy!" The old man's hand shook, and he hurriedly threw the storage bag to Qin Yang: "You little guy, what are you doing to make a fuss? Where can you go? The aftermath of the battlefield, just rub a trace of you, and immediately leave your bones gone, and your soul will be scattered, even if you can enter the palace range, do you think it's easy to go there? Those yellow soups are yellow spring water, and the endless dead qi gathers together, and the living person gets a drop, and the flesh and bones are immediately sparse, and the Dao foundation collapses, and the yellow spring water turns into the sea here, even if the Shenhai Great Monk falls into it, it is also the end of death!"

"I really had a reason to go. Qin Yang stuffed the storage bag into the old man again, and as he spoke, he continued to take out a bag and stuff it to the old man, and continued to stuff it into his arms when he was finished......

The old man already had three storage bags in his hand, and seeing that Qin Yang's hand hadn't stopped yet, it was so neat and neat, and he couldn't help but soften his tone slightly: "You talk about it first." ”

"Zixiao Daojun's deceased son is kind to me, and I promised him to send him back to Zixiao Daojun, if there is no predecessor here, I will turn around and leave, but with a senior here, there will be a chance after all, so fight it." Qin Yang was rarely serious.

The old man looked Qin Yang up and down, but Qin Yang still didn't stop, and the seven storage bags containing the essence qi crystals of Yimu were all stuffed into the old man's hands.

"That's all there is to it. ”

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The old man had a hint of strangeness in his eyes, as if he wanted to see Qin Yang again.

"I'm afraid, who is not afraid of death, I can live to this day, I have done a lot of disgraceful things, but I promise other people's things, I can't give up, now I have the opportunity, I always have to try, and besides, there are no predecessors, it is not necessary to die or not, even if it is really dead, at least I feel comfortable. ”

"Hahaha......" The old man laughed, patted Qin Yang on the shoulder, took a storage bag, and returned the rest to Qin Yang, and then took out a pen holder and stuffed it to Qin Yang: "Even if you have a vision, there is an old man, you are indeed very sure, a bag is a bit much, but the old man just needs this thing, so you are welcome, and I will give you a pen holder secret treasure, which is barely reasonable." ”

"Thank you, seniors. Qin Yang's face was solemn, he took two steps back, and bowed.

"Okay, you kid is a weirdo, hahaha, but the old man looks at you very well, let's go......"