Chapter 970 Runaway in the Ancient Sea, Savage Plunder

Chapter 970 Brutal Plunder

"Ah?" Guo Huan thought he heard it wrong, robbery? How come these words sound so weird from the mouth of the guardian elder.

Qin Ming smiled lightly, and pointed to his body: "What other treasures?"

"you……"

"Don't you understand? Robbery! Take out all the treasures."

Guo Huan suddenly jumped up excitedly, pointed at them and reprimanded: "Elder! You can't do this! I have worked so hard to find this. Do you know who my master is?"

"I don't know." Buried Sea Ghost threw out a sack.

"What are you doing?" Guo Huan was annoyed. Can the guardian elders do whatever they want?

"Kidnapping." The sack flew into the air, the air was surging, and the light inside was blasting, and Guo Huan was taken in in a blink of an eye.

Qin Ming exchanged glances with Buried Hai Youhun, and strode into the misty forest.

...

Qin Ming and Buried Sea Youhun stood on the mountainside, raised their heads slightly, serious and indifferent: "What treasure did you get?"

A man and a woman stood respectfully in front of them, not daring to neglect, they quickly took out the treasure they got: "Second elders, we managed to find this a few days ago."

"Where did you get it?"

They didn't know why the guarding elders suddenly found themselves. They thought they touched something when they got the treasure, or violated some rules: "Go straight to the east, and there is a short mountain three miles away. When we were resting there, we vaguely heard When they heard these sounds, they dug open the mountain, and found a pile of dry bones inside, and beside the dry bones were the spear and bow and arrow."

Qin Ming looked at the spear in his hand. His hand was extremely heavy, weighing a thousand catties. With his strength, he felt that his hand was pressed down. The spear was purple and black, and the top and bottom were integrated. Bawei penetrated into the whole body, and the fierce shouts of killing could be faintly heard in the ear.

The ghost of the buried sea inspected the bow and arrow. The workmanship was very rough, as black as ink, like some kind of cast iron forging, the surface was bumpy, but when the spiritual power broke into it, the bow and arrow vibrated invisible but strong ripples, like resurrection, the surface It was covered with cracks, and there seemed to be magma wriggling in the cracks, and the astonishingly high temperature bloomed. The rushing air waves lifted the messy long hair of Buried Sea Ghost, reflecting his cold and handsome face.

Both Qin Ming and Buried Sea Ghost were excited, baby! good baby!

"Elder, is there something wrong with these two weapons?" The two inner hall disciples asked tentatively. They could feel the power of the spears and bows. They were probably the weapons of the buried dignitary. They were buried for so many years and survived. It has been conceived and raised by seabed mines for thousands of years, and its power can be imagined. If they can refine them, they will definitely be able to exert unparalleled power. In the past few days, they have been excited and excited, imagining their blockbuster success.

"There's nothing wrong." Qin Ming and Buried Sea Ghost collected their spears, bows and arrows at the same time.

"Hey...you..." The man raised his hand, what's wrong? Why did you take it away?

"Sorry, robbery." Qin Ming grinned.

Buried Sea Ghost flung out the cloth bag, like a cloud covering them.

"Hey? Hey! You... ah..." The two of them were still in a daze, but they were taken in by the cloth bag.

Buried Sea Ghost tied the bag tightly: "Next."

...

"No entry?" Qin Ming and Buried Sea Youhun stood in front of a valley, and a stone tablet stood at the entrance of the valley. The stone tablet was covered with moss, and the words became blurred, as if it had been standing here for many years. The few rocky mountains surrounding the valley are not high, but they are covered with various big trees, lush and green, like a fairyland under the mist.

In the valley, there are several old vines thick as buckets surrounding an open space. The old vines are twisting vigorously like giant pythons emerging from the ground. There is a small spring of about half a meter in the open space, which is full of life energy, and it is actually a spring of life.

There are more than a dozen small trees half a meter high growing beside the spring pool. The leaves are as slender as willow leaves, verdant and verdant, and they look very strange. From a distance, they look like little people with their arms folded. Serene and peaceful. There is a white jade-colored fruit hanging on each small tree, which is as big as an apple, smooth and soft, blooming with a faint jade light.

Inside the valley lies a golden pangolin, guarding the fountain of life and the spiritual fruit. It is ten meters long, has a restrained breath, and a profound realm. It must be at the level of a holy realm.

Qin Ming and Buried Sea Youhun smelled the fruity fragrance here from far away, and came here following the smell. However, it seems that this place is a forbidden area, not open to inner hall disciples. It is either a particularly important treasure, or a certain guardian elder who planted it himself.

In this kind of place, the disciples of the inner palace did not dare to offend, but Qin Ming had no scruples, pulled out the stone tablet, and blasted at the sleeping pangolin.

The surface of the pangolin was glowing with golden light, and the stele was shattered into pieces as soon as it touched the golden light. The pangolin shook its head in a daze, opened its sleepy eyes, just opened the gap, and saw a person squatting in front of it, it thought it was sleepy, tilted its head, and subconsciously glanced at the person next to it. The fountain of life and the orchard, where a person was actually tasting the spring water with a spoon, tasting with his mouth.

The pangolin was in a daze for a while, and suddenly woke up with a start. Just when he raised his head, Qin Ming slammed down on his head with a full blown fist.

"Ow!

Roaring like thunder, golden light soaring to the sky, the entire valley was submerged in the aura of riots, the violent aura smashed away the fog that filled the sky, and it was about to hit the high-altitude barrier.

The guarding elders all over the island were awakened. Looking at the astonishing energy fluctuations in the distance and feeling the slight trembling of the ground, they all nodded slowly, very relieved. There must be a heavy treasure born in this lineup, I don't know who is so lucky, chance, chance.

The inner hall disciples who were scattered in other places were feeling and jealous, what kind of treasure could it be? This sound is a bit loud.

Qin Ming fought fiercely against the pangolin, and managed to suppress it after more than ten rounds. His head was split open by the buried ghost.

The two uprooted the fruit trees, eight each, and divided up the vitality of life, leaving ruins all over the ground, and left the valley contentedly. The pangolin, including its leather belt and spirit core, was collected by Buried Sea Ghost and went out to nourish the golden lion.

...

"Qin Ming?" A glamorous woman happened to pass by nearby and heard someone chiseling a mountain, so she came over out of curiosity, but she didn't expect to see a familiar face.

Buried Sea Ghost detected a weak energy from a short mountain, Qin Ming did not say anything, he dug the mountain with his fists, and actually dragged out a stone box from it, which has been blended with the stone, and finally took it out completely.

"You are..." Qin Ming glanced at the woman, who was a little familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he was one of the people who followed Yao Wenwu before at Qingluan Ancient Site.

That woman could hardly believe her eyes, Qin Ming? Impossible, am I hallucinating?

"Did you find any treasure?" Qin Ming asked casually, struggling to pry open the stone box, but he couldn't open it no matter what.

"I'm coming!" The Burial Sea Ghost flicked his knife, and slashed at the stone box. There was a clang, and the ear-shattering sound waves impacted in an instant, blowing through the forest like a strong wind, and scattered a large area of ​​fog.

The woman outside covered her ears in pain, but she rubbed her eyes, looked ahead, rubbed her eyes again, and looked again. That's right, that's Qin Ming! But what is he doing? How could he be here.

"Two more knives." Qin Ming grabbed the stone box and threw it into the air.

The ghost of the sea buried slashed two knives on the suitable body, and finally burst open the crack. Just as he landed, he was shaken by the black knife of the ghost of the sea burial, and forcibly smashed into pieces. The fog fell to the feet of the woman in front.

The woman looked down, and couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in her heart, it turned out to be a hand bone!

The snow-white hand bones seemed to be moving slightly.

"Whose hand is this? Why is it sealed in a box." Qin Ming walked to the woman and picked up the hand bone, which was extremely heavy, like steel.

"Qin Ming?" The woman looked at the man in front of her, a little confused.

"Hmm." Qin Ming's thoughts penetrated deep into the bones of his hands, and there was a vast, chaotic blur. There was a tall figure standing proudly in the sky and earth, exuding endless domineering power.

"You are Qin Ming?"

"How many more times do you have to ask?"

The woman looked at Qin Ming who seemed to be at home casually, and was even more confused: "This is the God Burial Island."

"yes."

"This is the place where we practice in the Palace of Punishing Heaven."

"Yup."

"Why are you here?"

Qin Ming felt that there might be some big secret in the hand bone, so he told Buried Sea Ghost and took it himself. He grinned at the woman: "Where is Yao Wenwu?"