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Qin Yu and Jiaojiao have experience and practical ability. Even though the remnants of the souls or remains under the tombs are very dangerous and aggressive, they are basically killed by the two. The weakest ones still have lethality comparable to the peak of the fusion stage, and the strongest ones are also the leader of the Mahayana stage.

"Although some are not weak, they are not very powerful. The masters under the tombs should have been just minions or small leaders back then, not even elites, let alone compared with the ancient emperor."

After digging twenty-five graves, there are both demonic and evil ways and righteous ways, and they are picky and choose. Some are just enough to capture the soul and observe and remember, but some are taken down and swallowed them together, but they are digging.

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"Someone has come to this area. Why have these graves been poached? Damn!"

Jiaojiao, who was dragging a shovel, felt anger that the sweet potatoes in the vegetable field in my backyard were stolen and poached.

Qin Yu observed the graves and thoughtfully: "It seems that they were not poached by our group of people, and it has been a while."

These group of them came in almost the same time. She must have had other people who like her, who were attracted by the value of the remains of the saints era, but their actions would not be much faster than her.

"Someone has come in before?"

Jiaojiao was shocked.

If that is the case, then this ancient imperial tomb would not have been dug up by someone else.

Qin Yu shook his head, "I don't know, it may be that it's not from outside, and the local ones may be."

As she said that, the secret stream released from her palm facing down had peeled off a wisp of gray gas from the soil of the grave.

"This is?"

Qin Yu was thinking, but soon sealed the corpse gas into the sealing magic weapon and continued to dig the grave with Jiaojiao.

About an hour later, the sky became darker and darker in this area.

This space should be independent, and there will be day and night?

Qin Yu looked up at the dark sky and saw only a faint crescent moon.

But the moon looks quite normal, but there is nothing but crescent moon, and it feels a bit weird.

Jiaojiao suddenly felt something was wrong, "Fish, why is there fog?"

He stretched out his fleshy claws and touched the air, and found that some red fog beads were stained with his hair, so he smelled it.

"Woo, it smells so smelly, fish, it seems like corpse blood..."

"There is still a voice."

What sound? Qin Yu moved as soon as he heard the little movement. When he turned his wrist, the shovel in his hand turned into a three-monarch scepter and stabbed towards the mist.

Buzz!

A dull and lively crisp sound was like a bell ringing.

Thin fog, moist and delicate face, Buddha-like and deep pupils.

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When I looked at him, I seemed to see the hermit monk sitting peacefully in the pavilion under the fallen leaves of yellow maple trees in the afternoon.

So after this glance, Qin Yu turned his scepter and took a step forward.

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The monk remained steady and allowed Qin Yu to get close to him.

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Bypassing by, he reached out and hugged Jiaojiao who jumped from the air behind him.

Turning around and looking at the peaceful monk, she raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"This moon is dark and windy at night, and I met Master Wuse in the wilderness. It was really fate."

Wu Se smiled faintly and folded his hands together, "Thank you, Lord Demon, for your tolerance."

Qin Yu: "What are you doing alone to save them?"

Colorless: "Yes."

I just silly, how dare you respond?

Qin Yu was suspicious, but he said calmly: "These seniors fought for the world, and their souls were trapped here, so they were lonely. If they could be saved, even if they could not be sent to the cycle of reincarnation, they would at least be more peaceful."

"I wonder who is the Demon Lord just now?"

The madman in the Pure Land met the madman in the grave digging madman in the middle of the night. Do you think it’s awkward?

Qin Yu: "Hmm? I'll cry for them."

colorless:"..."

He was silent, silently looking at the shovel in Jiaojiao's hand.

Qin Yu: "This place is desolate. While crying, I dug pits and loosen the soil to plant flowers and plants, so as not to have these seniors' miserable old days. Hey, I, a person who falls into the devil's path like me, can only achieve this."

Wuse's face was gentle, and he was about to praise the other party's depravity and his mercy still retained noble character and kindness.

Bang bang bang bang, there was a sharp and angry sound from the grave next to it.

"She lied! She dug my grave halfway!"

Wusei was silent and silently looked at the half hole behind Qin Yu.

Qin Yu was as stable as Mount Tai, and said with a fragrant mouth: "Later, I tried it and found that the Feng Shui here is not good, and it is not suitable for flowers and plants. I considered taking their graves from the bottom and moving them outside. Master, what do you think of this idea?"

Wu Se lowered his head slightly, folded his hands together, "Your Majesty, you are kind and righteous."

Qin Yu: "Exceeded and won the prize."

Watching the golden wall and Jiaojiao faces while the two were talking silently: One dares to praise, and the other dares to respond.

However, after the two of them were silenced for a short while. In such silence, a cool breeze suddenly brought sounds that seemed to be far and near.

Qin Yu: "Do you have other disciples nearby?"

Colorless: "It should be, I am separated from them."

Qin Yu: "They are also saved?"

Wuse: "Buddhist disciples must have a Buddhist heart."

Qin Yu: "Your family's salvation is more like crying graves than me."

colorless:"..."

I'll sue you for slander!

But it wasn't Qin Yu's slander. The sound sounded so cunning, like crying and complaining, the crying sound was weird, chilly, and very cunning.

Jiaojiao was so furious that she jumped to Qin Yu's shoulder with a shovel in her arms.

At that time, Qin Yu and Wusei approached the place with heavy fog in front.

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A distance between them, even if there was fog covering it, Qin Yu and the others could see clearly that there was a person standing in front of a grave in front of them.

The monk's robe and bald head are obviously from the Shifo Temple.

But he was very strange. He turned his back to Qin Yu and the others, but he made a cunning crying murmur like a ghost. Qin Yu and the others turned their heads and looked at his left hand.

There was a man lying there.

He was naked and also a big bald man, but he was dying and vague, his soul and blood were constantly swimming towards the standing strange man!

There is a ghost!

Without saying a word, Wuse immediately took action. Who is Wuse? The lord level? In just a blink of an eye, the miserable and miserable ghost fell down, begging for mercy, and Qin Yu had already arrived at the unlucky monk next to him.

"Hey, I have to say that all the little monks in your Shifo Temple are pretty good-looking..."

Qin Yu was bent down and stretched out his hand to save the good-looking little monk. He suddenly opened his eyes and pounced at Qin Yu.

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Wuse knew, but he didn't move. He looked at Qin Yu silently and still kept his smiling expression. Then the "little monk" who rushed over knelt down.

The powerful attack directly broke all his legs.

The "little monk" was frightened, and the ghosts who were lying down by the colorless were also frightened.

"Who are you!"
Chapter completed!