Chapter 301: Finding the Dragon

The cold wind howled, and dust rose from the barren hillside.

A group of six people walked forward along the col, covered with the cold brilliance of the stars and the moon, against the wind.

The leading young man is Zeng Xunlong, a well-known Captain Mojin in China. The other five young men were all his disciples, and they followed him around the country to rob graves, forming a gang.

An hour later, Zeng Xunlong and his five disciples came to a mountain depression. On both sides of the col are gray hillsides, but in front of it is a majestic snow-capped peak.

The wind dies here.

"It's almost here, Yan Zong, sprinkle some powder on the ground." Zeng Xunlong said.

The young man whose wrist was pinched by Ning Tao then took out a bag from his backpack, tilted the mouth of the bag, walked quickly, and sprinkled powder as he walked. He is Yan Zong, the most ruthless one among the disciples around Zeng Xunlong, and he is also very neat in handling things. The powder he sprinkled was not incense ash or lime powder, but fluorescent powder.

Once the fluorescent powder is scattered, no one will follow, as long as the light is illuminated on the ground to know.

"Let's go." Zeng Xunlong led his five disciples to the snow peak at the end of the mountain depression.

Outside the col, a man, a woman and a dog followed.

When approaching the entrance of the col, Xiaotiangou's nose moved: "Father, they sprinkled things on the ground."

"What?" Ning Tao asked.

Xiao Tiangou said: "I don't know, it's a bit like... the smell of fluorescent tubes."

It doesn't know about fluorescent powder, but after digging through so many trash cans, it has smelled fluorescent tubes, so it can briefly describe it.

Ning Tao said: "It's fluorescent powder. It's not yet certain that these guys have no one to respond to. Let's go over the hillside."

The bottom of the col.

Zeng Xunlong stopped in an open space and stretched out a hand.

Yan Zong then handed a dragon-hunting plate to Zeng Xunlong's hand, and another disciple, Wang Xing, stood by with a dragon-hunting ruler.

Zeng Xunlong walked forward holding the dragon-hunting plate, constantly changing directions, and said while walking: "Xunlong must look at the mountain, one layer of wrapping is one layer of gate. If there are thousands of locks on the closed door, there must be princes living here. If there is no portal in front of you, most of them are gods and some of them are immortals. Before digging, sacrifices must be made, and there will be water gates to pass through the entrance."

"Master, there are no these two sentences in the dragon hunting formula you taught, this is..." Yan Zong looked confused.

Zeng Xunlong said: "That is an ordinary prince's tomb, this is a temple, it is a tomb of immortals, you guys are lucky to follow me to do this business, it is a blessing from your previous life. The last two sentences you It doesn’t matter if you remember it or not, I guess you won’t need it in your lifetime.”

Several disciples nodded one after another, expressing their acceptance.

Zeng Xunlong stopped under a mountain wall, and used his feet to dig away the snow, revealing a gray-black rock. There are some strange lines on the surface of the rock, which look like blood vessels in the human body. He looked at it carefully, then put the dragon-seeking plate aside, and then took out a map with a very old color from the backpack to check.

A few disciples approached, Zeng Xunlong seldom made a move, and when he made a move, it was a big tomb. For the few disciples, this was undoubtedly a good opportunity to learn.

The ancient map depicts rolling mountain peaks, a dark river flows between the peaks, and a palace-like building is drawn between each peak. There are several ancient Chinese characters written next to the palace-like building: Mountain Temple.

Zeng Xunlong quickly made sure of something, he beckoned to a disciple: "You kneel on this rock, knock your head nine times."

The disciple knelt down as he said, and honestly carved his head on the rock.

Boom, boom, boom...

Zeng Xunlong suddenly pulled out a hunting knife from his waist, held it in his right hand, circled the disciple's neck, and pulled it out fiercely. At the same time, he grabbed the disciple's hair and pushed his head back. Then freeze the disciple's back and not let him move.

Blood gushed out from the neck of the disciple whose throat had been cut, and splashed on the gray-black rock.

Several disciples were frightened and retreated in a hurry.

Zeng Xunlong said in a deep voice: "Don't panic! I didn't read those two lines just for nothing. If there is no door in front of you, most of them are gods and some of them are immortals. Before digging, sacrifices must be made, and there are water gates to pass through the entrance. We have to enter It is said that it is a temple, but it is actually a tomb of gods. Before digging, sacrifices must be made. If we do not make sacrifices, we will not be able to enter at all. Someone must make sacrifices. After doing this business, you don’t have to worry about it for the rest of your life. "

A few disciples were temporarily stabilized, and they were not the ones who died, and the one who died got more points, which was nothing unacceptable.

The disciple whose throat had been cut struggled for a few times and then stopped. The blood sprayed from his neck fell on the rock and flowed along the strange lines of the rock. The strange thing is that he sprayed a lot of blood, but the rock's The texture is always full. His blood seemed to have flowed somewhere, but unfortunately he couldn't see it.

On the hillside on the left side at the end of the col, Ning Tao watched quietly as Zeng Xunlong killed his disciple and let the blood out. He couldn't hear Zeng Xunlong's voice, but Xiaotiangou standing beside him acted as a live broadcaster for him and Qingzhui.

"...If there is no door in front of you, most of them come from gods and most of them are immortals. Before digging, you must sacrifice first, and you have a water gate to pass through the entrance. What we are going to say is a temple, but it is actually a tomb of gods..." Ordinary dogs can advance Hear the slight vibration in the ground, and warn the owner before the earthquake comes, let alone the roaring dog that has been refined by the Tiangou cauldron. Not to mention Zeng Xunlong's voice, even one of his disciples quietly farted, it could hear clearly.

Qing Zhui's eyes were very cold: "That guy is really ruthless. He killed his disciple just to make a sacrifice. He won't have so many worries when he kills him later."

Ning Tao said: "The fairy tomb, it seems that there is a cultivator or demon immortal buried in this mountain, but I don't know who it will be. Don't rush to do it when you go in later, there will probably be a magic circle inside. Those grave robbers are going to test the waters."

"En." Qing Zhui responded.

Ning Tao secretly said in his heart: "I didn't expect there to be a fairy tomb here. Could it be that Zhu Hongyu came to find this fairy tomb?"

At this moment, Zeng Xunlong kicked the dead disciple away.

Ka Ka Ka...

The sound of a series of mechanism ringing came from the mountain wall, and the mountain wall also sank. That was actually not a mountain wall, but a boulder tens of meters high and tens of meters wide.

In a blink of an eye, a dark hole was exposed, only big enough for one person to pass through.

"You, go in, and the others follow." Zeng Xunlong gave the order.

The disciples who had been ordered bite the bullet and got into the hole, walking in with a flashlight. The other three disciples followed suit. Zeng Xunlong was the last to go in, and he dragged the body of the disciple he killed into it.

On the hillside on the left, a man, a woman and a dog rushed towards the exposed hole of the col.

The yellow pastoral dog was running and muttering: "ABcd...EF...sB..."

This is how a master is made.

As soon as Ning Tao, Qing Zhui, and Xiao Tiangou entered the cave, the boulder behind them slowly rose, blocking the entrance. Ning Tao didn't have the slightest pressure. Even if he couldn't find the exit or the mechanism to open the door, he opened a convenient door to go back, and if the place was suitable, he could even transform it into his second cave.

The body of the young man whose throat was cut was thrown into the narrow passage, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Ning Tao didn't chase after him in a hurry, he took out the Eclipse Blade and inserted it into the corpse's mouth. Spiritual power poured into the blade, and some voices soon appeared in his mind.

"Don't kill me...don't..."

"Mom, I'm going on a long trip. After finishing this business, I'll take you to the city to retire and live a good life..."

"Master, a commission of 100 million, who is so generous..."

These sounds are the memories of remnants of souls, and can also be understood as brain waves. As long as the brain cells have not completely rotted, the blade of the solar eclipse can activate the brain cells through spiritual power and obtain brain waves.

The young man had just died, and his brain hadn't completely died yet. All kinds of information kept pouring into Ning Tao's brain. Although he could only hear voices now, it was enough for him to understand something.

Someone hired this group of tomb robbers at a high price and provided a map. Unfortunately, in his memory, Zeng Xunlong did not tell him who his employer was. To put it bluntly, those disciples thought they were here to make a fortune, but they were actually here to be cannon fodder. Even if they are lucky enough to get out alive, Zeng Xunlong will kill people to silence them.

"Let's go." Ning Tao finished collecting the brainwaves of the corpse and put away the Eclipse Blade. He walked in the front, holding his mobile phone, and using the faint fluorescent light emitted from the mobile phone screen to illuminate his way.

He has always wanted to refine a flashlight, but he has always been short of spiritual materials, and when he has spiritual materials, he forgets. Now when he needed a flashlight, he remembered it again. He thought that after the clinic moved, he must find time to make a flashlight for cultivation, and then put it in the small medicine box for backup.

The channel is excavated in the mountain wall, and the whole is in the shape of a mine channel. In some places, stones are used to support the top to prevent sand and stones from falling. Whether it is the passage, or the stones used to stabilize the passage, it looks like it was chopped out with a sword or an axe, which is very strange.

Is there really a fairy?

"Qing Zhui, during the Ming or Qing dynasties, did you ever see immortals or demons?" Ning Tao asked while walking.

Qing Zhui said: "I heard from my sister that those immortals and demons have disappeared inexplicably. Nowadays, even people who use magic are very rare, and no one can refine magical weapons. Where are there any immortals and demons? .”

"Have you seen Feijian?"

"No."

Ning Tao felt a little disappointed. As a cultivator, although he took an unusual path of comprehension, Feijian's complex still exists. If there is a flying sword, stepping on the flying sword and flying side by side with Boeing 747, then Dora wind!

The channel is getting wider and wider, and the sound of water can be heard faintly.

Suddenly there was an echo of someone speaking in front: "The entrance is here!"

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