The tables set up by the corpses were covered with clothes and neatly arranged. Only one arm stretched out a little, and Long Ze reached out to put him in, but he touched a hard object.

Take it out and take a look!

Gather gold sources!

It was a black iron token with these words engraved on it.

Long Ze looked a little puzzled, and looked at the booklet after thinking about it.

"Do you want me to avenge him?"

Long Ze thought of this and somewhat understood. This brand should be equivalent to an anonymous bank card, in which the money of a sect is deposited.

If someone salutes the old gentleman, it means that the person is of good character. After getting the money, you should think of him and avenge the destruction of the sect for him!

"How helpless is it to use this method!"

Presumably, at the last moment of his life, the old gentleman was also full of hatred! His dantian was broken, his parents, relatives and friends were killed, and his sect was destroyed. And he clearly has a way to break the formation, but he can't get out of the corpse mountain and revenge the sea of blood.

The only hope can only rely on strangers.

Maybe some people will take the money and leave, pat their butts and leave, without taking a cloud with them. There is no guarantee, it all depends on character and morality. It's a gamble, a helpless gamble.

It's no wonder that "KitKat Door" was put out and his painstaking work was added. This is to inherit his sect and find a successor for him!

Qimen Dunjia Long Ze was not interested, but he was moved by the spirit of the old gentleman. Even if you can't get out, you have to create opportunities for others. At the last moment of his life, he was also full of hope for humanity.

Of course, it is also possible to be helpless......

"Although I don't dare to be interested in Qimen Dunjia, I have this blood sea hatred on my back!"

Long Ze saluted again, he couldn't pat his ass and leave, after all, he couldn't violate his conscience.

Decades have passed, but are the hostile sects still there?

And for decades, this mountain of corpses has existed for decades?

Does it mean that the fairy has been here for decades, or is she a latecomer?

And what is the identity of that dark purple light cluster, where did it come from, and why did it kill itself?

Previously, Long Ze judged that the corpse mountain existed for more than ten years because of the weathering of the corpses and clothes. And now, after staying here for a long time, it is more and more confusing!

This corpse mountain has some too many secrets, and I was lucky enough to get a way out of the corpse mountain. What about other places that I haven't encountered? Are there other geniuses and masters buried here?

All kinds of martial arts cheats, all kinds of important techniques, have they been buried?

To get out of here, Long Ze sighed instead. This is a treasure land, and I will come back sooner or later!

Not only because of the fairy girl, but also because of various opportunities. Moreover, this place is very suitable for the cultivation of "Ten Thousand Ruins Blood Refining Technique", and the resentment that cannot be dispersed is too strong!

In less than three months, his martial arts realm is about to break through the peak of the martial arts realm!

This is very amazing, you must know that the cultivation of external kung fu requires the most years of training, and it takes longer than internal kung fu.

"One day I'll get a thorough insight into your secrets, and I'll come back!"

Long Ze looked at the forest in front of him, turned back to the corpse mountain that had spent more than three months, and whispered.

And at that time, I will definitely be stronger! Become a master of the Martial Venerable realm, so that I can at least be on an equal footing with the fairy girl......

The dense deep forest, lush and vibrant beauty, Long Ze is not in the mood to see it. None of his business was to find a place to take a bath and wash away his bad luck and dirt.

More than three months of hunger and thirst, more than three months of crisis, more than three months of loneliness, and more than three months of dirt.

After more than three months of hard work, he cried too much and suffered too many sins, and everything was not easy! Long Ze almost collapsed, but fortunately he was free! The air of freedom was so beautiful, as if his body was light, and he jumped three feet.

Ideals and ambitions, here I am!

I will let the heroes of the world praise my name of Longze and become the most powerful and richest existence!

Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are waiting for me to conquer, and Qiankun Cangyu is waiting for me to break through!

I will be invincible to the world!

And the revenge of destroying the door, thanks to the grace of deliverance, I am condemned!

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"Third Young Master, look at that person!"

A man was lying on the ground, hiding his body in the grass and trees, and suddenly saw Long Ze's figure, and returned to his master with a strange expression.

"It's ...... Someone who came out of the mountain of corpses?"

The young master followed the eyes of his subordinates and saw Long Ze's happy figure.

The mountain of corpses has existed since when, and countless people have entered it for a long time, but no one has ever come out. Even if one or two are lucky enough to get out, they are driven crazy by the irritable corpse and resentment inside, and become a delirious murderer.

Liu Yifan was very curious when he saw Long Ze suspected of appearing from the corpse mountain. In my heart, I think that this person must have something extraordinary, maybe he has a secret treasure on his body, or maybe he has a powerful and powerful technique.

You know, it's a mountain of corpses!

"Take a few people with him, if you can...... Bring it back and see me!"

The third young master of the Liu family gave orders, and several servants quietly followed.

"Others, keep collecting medicine!"

Sitting on a wicker chair drinking tea, the other domestic servants continued to work.

The Corpse Mountain fills up the basin in a mountain range, so when you leave the Corpse Mountain, you go into a mountain forest. And under the mountains and forests, there is an old town.

At this time, Long Ze's hair was scattered, he hadn't taken a shower and combed his hair for several months, and his long hair was almost over his shoulders, looking no different from ordinary people.

Walking into the town, there were a few people looking at him sideways, but it was just because Long Ze was wearing a cloak.

"Steamed buns!"

"Fresh boar, freshly slaughtered boar!"

"Rouge gouache!

It was a town that didn't even have a city gate, and Ryuze walked in and heard the lively clamour.

Many people walk on the street, watching street performers, drinking tea and eating, and hanging out, although there is no overcrowding, but there is also an endless stream.

After months of hard work, it was not in vain, and seeing everything in front of him, Long Ze felt that everything was worth it!

In the busy city, I am often not lonely, and my mood is better.

"Find a place to take a shower!"

Long Ze made up his mind and took a clean bath in the river in the town.

"Husband, if you can't sell this steamed bun anymore, you can't sell it!"

A middle-aged woman with a hat on her head and gloves in her sleeves complained to her man.

"This ...... My buns are no worse than others!, but who knows how this could happen......"

The owner of the steamed bun stall is an honest man, who got up early and set up a steamed bun stall in the dark, but the business was unsatisfactory.

"Hey!" the middle-aged woman looked at the hot bun and shook her head to look away, but she happened to see Long Ze.

"Hungry boy! Come on, eat a bun!"

Long Ze looked at the proprietress who greeted him warmly, waved his hand and said that he had no money. After hearing that I didn't want money, I decisively came to one.

The buns seem to have been steamed several times, and the color has turned a little yellow, like the buns made by the director in the orphanage. The dean's buns are always steamed a lot at a time, because he has too many things to do and has no effort to do it often.

Seeing that Long Ze was eating with a complicated expression, the proprietress asked how it tasted, and Long Ze hurriedly said that it was good. The proprietress saw that the buns couldn't be sold anyway, so she stuffed a few more for Long Ze.

"The taste is really good! The meat is thin and the soup is big, why has it been returned so many times?"

Long Ze asked the doubts in his heart, and opened the boss's chatterbox.

"Why don't I give you a few shouts and give it a try?"

After eating other people's buns, Long Ze couldn't help it, as if he wanted to help.

"Eat steamed buns, eat steamed buns, what are you mixing blindly? Don't make a mess!"

The boss was not happy, feeling that his self-confidence had been insulted and his self-esteem had been frustrated. He couldn't sell his buns, thinking that Long Ze was responding to him, thinking that Long Ze was just making trouble.

"Won't you be able to sell it, what's wrong with letting people try it?" The proprietress pinched the boss's ears, pulled him out, and said to Long Ze: "Young man, try it, this one in my family is the big boss, don't mind!"

Long Ze looked at the buns that were a little discolored, and recalled the past. Hometown, dean, maybe you can't go back!

"Secret buns! 10 cents each!"

"Ten cents a bun?"

"Why don't you go and grab money!"

"You're afraid you're crazy about money!"

"Sensationalism!"

When Long Ze said ten cents a piece, everyone was attracted to it. Many people are watching the excitement, thinking that Long Ze is grandstanding and wants to see him lose face.

The buns on this street are all three cents a piece, and yours sells ten cents?

"Ladies and gentlemen, our buns are made of secret traps, and we have helped a hero get through the difficulties, and he called it the first bun in the world!"

Long Ze was boastful and nonsense. As long as you fool a person into eating buns on the spot, that's his purpose.

"I don't know if it's such a hero!"

"That is, dare to say your real name?"

"I can't say the name! But this hero is good at using a sword! A fast sword in one hand is galloping, and no one can beat it! The most important thing is that the righteousness is thin and cloudy!"

There are so many people who use swords, there is always a hero, right? And righteous Bo Yuntian is a good word, and he won't blame himself for his offense, right?

"Could it be that we are the Marquis of Weihu?"

"It's really a mighty tiger, that's a powerful hero!"

"I'll have one!

Long Ze looked at the dramatic scene in front of the bun stall, and he sold a bun by himself, and it was all used by others!

This is clearly someone praising the prestige of his boss! What kind of bullshit is the Tiger Hou? Is it the Hou or the Tiger?

No matter how much, Long Ze sold the first bun.

"Do you feel the juice flowing and melt into your mouth and slip into your throat?" Long Ze looked at him directly, pretending to swallow his saliva unconsciously.

"This bun!

It was a servant who had just received his salary and bought a bun to eat. Seeing other people looking at him greedily, some people swallowed saliva and unconsciously fluttered.

"Bring me two!"

"Really, fake!

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