Seven days have passed, and the trial teams of the Demon Refining Sect and the Yin Corpse Sect have traveled hundreds of thousands of miles in the desert.

Just when Ji Gaoyang thought that Jiang Hao had smashed the errand, he suddenly found that there were four figures fighting not far in front of him.

After a while, everyone came to the place where these people were ten feet away.

"If you don't do what Lao Tzu said, no one will want to get this treasure map, and I will destroy it immediately. The monk surnamed Zhang looked coldly at the other three people in front of him and said viciously.

"Don't get excited, Brother Zhang, just do as you say. "There was a person who was afraid that the monk surnamed Zhang would do irrational things.

Ji Gaoyang came to the monk surnamed Zhang in a blink of an eye.

"What kind of treasure map are you talking about just now, what is it?" Ji Gaoyang asked with a smirk.

"Where is there a treasure map, there is no matter!" said the monk surnamed Zhang hurriedly waved his hand.

"No?" Ji Gaoyang made a look, and the monk surnamed Chen next to him quickly flew to his side, and immediately choked this person's neck.

"Senior, spare your life, there is indeed a treasure map, the tomb of a monk of the Great Perfection of the Transformation God. The monk surnamed Zhang blushed and said with difficulty.

"In that case, this treasure map belongs to my Yin Corpse Sect. Ji Gaoyang said.

"I also asked this son to take the life of the little one. Monk Zhang pleaded.

According to the previous rehearsal version, Ji Gaoyang would let the four of them leave after the meeting, and even if they successfully completed the task as agreed, they could go to Jiang Hao to get the remaining two magic weapons.

"Okay, you guys are on the road!" Ji Gaoyang said softly.

As soon as the words fell, the monk surnamed Chen used his right hand to break the neck of the monk surnamed Zhang.

"You!" the monk surnamed Zhang was killed before he could finish speaking.

Seeing that the other three wanted to kill people, the other three didn't care about grieving for the boss, so they hurriedly turned around and fled for their lives.

"Can you escape?" the Yin Corpse Sect surnamed Chen sneered.

As several screams rang out, the other three scattered cultivators had not escaped far before they were caught up by the monk surnamed Chen and killed them one by one.

After rummaging through the storage bag of the monk surnamed Zhang, Ji Gaoyang finally found the treasure map, suppressed the ecstasy, and Ji Gaoyang hurriedly put the map into the storage ring.

"Brother Ji, what's going on with those treasure maps in the mouth of the scattered cultivators just now?" Zhang Zijin asked.

"There's no treasure map, it's just a trick by those people to trick me into trying to survive. Ji Gaoyang said humbly.

"Brother Ji, you're too unkind, chance, those who see it have a share. Zhang Zijin said. In fact, for him, it's not that he covets the treasures of the so-called Great Monk Avatar, but that he just feels excited and wants to experience the fun of treasure hunting.

As Zhang Zijin spoke, everyone in the Demon Refining Sect said that the Yin Corpse Sect could not swallow this immortal fate alone.

"Well, Ben Shao is willing to share this treasure map with everyone. Ji Gaoyang said in an extremely helpless tone, and no one saw the smile that flashed in this person's eyes.

"Brother Zhang, our two trials and gambling battles in the Ancient Desert have always had three games, why don't we get more treasures in that tomb than anyone in this third game, I don't know what you think?" Ji Gaoyang said.

"Just do what Brother Ji says!" Zhang Zijin nodded in agreement.

"But Brother Zhang, this opportunity was discovered by me first, so you have to let me take advantage of the lottery of this gambling fight, I also have an eighth-order low-grade defensive magic weapon on my body, if you win, this treasure will be yours, if I win this third gambling battle, then the two magic weapons that are worth your money must be returned to me!" Ji Gaoyang said.

Zhang Zijin thought about it and agreed.

After everyone rested for an hour, they followed Ji Gaoyang on the road of treasure hunting.

In fact, the catacombs recorded on the treasure map were the places where Ji Jiantong, the great elder of the Yin Corpse Sect, refined three silver-armored puppets, and tricked the Demon Refining Sect and others to go, so that the puppets in the tomb could suck flesh and blood, and promote their evolution into golden corpse puppets. You must know that the power of a golden corpse puppet is even more powerful than that of ordinary early stage cultivators.

Ten days later, the people finally found the entrance to the tomb in the desert.

According to the record in the treasure map, Ji Gaoyang silently recited a mouthful of law.

A moment later, the ground trembled wildly, and the terrifying collapse aura turned into a rolling wave and swept away in all directions, triggering a violent spiritual power shock within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the accompanying waves of spiritual power made everyone even more dizzy. At the same time, a cave suddenly appeared, and the strong and coercive aura from the cave entrance made everyone's pupils shrink violently, and the Jindan stage monks with low cultivation involuntarily fell to the ground.

At the moment when the entrance of the tomb appeared, many nearby monks rushed over with magic weapons, in their opinion, this must be a cave where the predecessors sat down, and those who were able to do it by chance throughout the ages did not care who was the discoverer of this tomb.

"Stop, stop! This tomb was discovered first!" Ji Gaoyang shouted to the monks who came one after another.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

No matter how righteous Ji Gaoyang said, no one took his words seriously, and more and more monks entered the tomb.

"Brother Ji, forget it, don't be like those people, let's go into the tomb too!" Zhang Zijin persuaded.

Others also persuaded Ji Gaoyang not to be angry, and after saying anything, Ji Gaoyang stopped his anger.

A moment later, the trial teams of the Demon Refining Sect and the Yin Corpse Sect also stepped into the entrance of the tomb.

As more monks entered the tomb, Ji Gaoyang's face was gloomy, but his heart was full of joy, come on, come on, you are all the nutrients of my father's three silver-armored puppets, haha.

An hour later, Ji Gaoyang saw that no monk had entered again, so he secretly closed the entrance to the tomb, so that everyone became a turtle in the urn, and they couldn't escape if they wanted to.