Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself

The cold wind whistled, and the grassy hillsides raised dust.

A group of six people walked along the mountain stream, wearing the cold and shining light of the stars and moon, and stood against the wind.

The leading young man is called Zeng Xunlong, and is a well-known captain of Mojin. The other five young people are his disciples, and follow him to the country to grave robbers. They are a gang.

An hour later, Zeng Xunlong and his five disciples came to a mountain stream. On both sides of the mountain stream is a gray hillside, but forward is a towering snow peak.

The wind disappeared here.

"Coming soon, Yan Zong, you sprinkle some powder on the ground." Zeng Xunlong said.

The young man who had his wrist pinched by Ning Tao then took out a bag from the backpack, tilted the mouth of the bag, walked quickly, and dusted while walking. He is Yan Zong, one of Zeng Xunlong's most disciples, and he is very neat. The powder he sprinkled was not incense, lime powder, but phosphor.

When this phosphor was sprinkled, no one followed, as long as the ground was illuminated with light.

"Go." Zeng Xunlong took his five disciples to the Xuefeng at the end of the mountain.

Outside the mountain stream, a man, a woman and a dog followed.

As he approached the entrance to the mountain stream, his nose moved: "Daddy, they scattered things to the ground."

"What?" Ning Tao asked.

Xiaotian Dog said, "I don't know, it's a bit like ... the smell of a fluorescent tube."

It doesn't know such a thing as phosphor. It can turn over so many trash cans. It has smelled the smell of fluorescent tubes, so it can be described briefly.

Ning Tao said: "It's a phosphor, and we can't be sure who these guys haven't met yet. Let's go over the hillside."

The bottom of the mountain stream.

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, while another disciple Wang Xing held the dragon-hunting ruler on standby.

Zeng Xunlong walked forward holding the Xunlong plate, constantly changing directions, and walking, he said, "Looking for a dragon must look at the entangled mountains. A entanglement is a hurdle. If there is a thousand locks at the door, the king must live here. If there is no portal in front of you, most gods will come to you. You must sacrifice before digging.

"Master, there aren't these two sentences for your old teacher's search for dragons. This is ..." Yan Zong looked confused.

Zeng Xunlong said: "That is the ordinary tomb of the prince, this is the temple, the tomb of the gods, and you are fortunate to follow me to do this single sale, which is the blessing you repaired in your lifetime. These last two sentences you It does n’t matter if you do n’t remember, I do n’t think you will use it in your life. ”

Several disciples nodded, indicating that they were taught.

Zeng Xunlong stopped under a mountain stream, and spread snow with his feet, exposing a gray-black rock. The surface of the rock has some weird patterns that look like blood vessels in the human body. He looked at it carefully, then set the dragon-hunting disk aside, and then took out a map with a very old color from the backpack to check.

Several disciples gathered together, and Zeng Xunlong rarely shot. One shot was a tomb and a tomb. This is undoubtedly a good opportunity for several disciples to learn.

That ancient map depicts rolling hills, and a dark river flows across the peaks, and one of the peaks depicts a palace-like building. There are several ancient Chinese characters written next to the palace-like building: Shansi.

Zeng Xunlong quickly determined what, and he beckoned a disciple: "You kneel on this stone and hit nine heads."

The disciple knelt down in accordance with the words, and carved his head in the rock honestly.

咚, 咚, 咚 ...

Zeng Xunlong suddenly pulled a hunting knife from his waist, held it with his right hand, bypassed the disciple's neck, and pulled it out fiercely, while grasping the disciple's hair and pushing his head back, his knees Then he kept the disciple's back from moving.

Blood gushed from the neck of the cut-throat disciple, and sprinkled on the gray-black rock.

A few disciples were frightened and hurried back.

Zeng Xunlong said in a deep voice: "Don't panic! I just read those two sentences without saying nothing. If there is no portal in front of you, most of the gods will be more than half immortals. Before the excavation, you must sacrifice, and have your own water gate through the entrance. We have to enter It ’s a temple, it ’s actually a tomb of immortals. Before you dig, you have to sacrifice. If you do n’t sacrifice, we ca n’t go in. Someone has to make a sacrifice and do this business. You do n’t have to worry about it in the second half of your life. "

Several disciples were temporarily stabilized, and it wasn't them who died, and one who died had more points to share, which was unacceptable.

The cut-throat disciple struggled twice and then stopped. The blood sprayed from his neck fell on the rocks and flowed along the weird lines of the rocks. The strange thing was that he sprayed a lot of blood. The lines are always filled with dissatisfaction. His blood seemed to be flowing somewhere, but unfortunately it was invisible.

On the left side of the mountain, Ning Tao watched quietly as Zeng Xunlong killed his disciples to bleed. He couldn't hear the voice of Zeng Xunlong, but the Tiantian Dog standing next to him acted as a live broadcaster for him and Qing Zhui.

"... If there is no portal in front of you, most gods will come to you. Most of them must be sacrificed before digging. They have water gates to pass through the entrance. We are going to say that the temple is actually the tomb of the gods ..." Ordinary dogs can advance Hear the slight shock in the ground, and warn the owner before the earthquake, let alone the tengu that have been refined by Tengu. Not to mention the voice of Zeng Xunlong, even one of his disciples quietly put a fart on it, he could hear it clearly.

Qing Zhui's eyes were cold: "That guy is really ruthless. He killed his disciples for sacrifice. There is not so much concern when he kills him later."

Ning Tao said, "The tomb of the immortals, it seems that there is an immortal or fairy in the mountain, but I don't know who it will be. When I go in, I don't have to do anything. Most of them will have a legal organization. Those grave robbers try the water. "

"Um." Qing Zhui answered.

Ning Tao secretly said, "I did not expect that there is a fairy tomb here. Will Zhu Hongyu come to this fairy tomb?"

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

Kakaka ...

A series of sounds from the organs came from the mountain stream, and the mountain stream sank. That wasn't a mountain stream, but a huge rock that was tens of meters high and tens of meters wide.

In a blink of an eye, a black hole was exposed, the size of which could only pass by one person.

"You, go in, others follow." Zeng Xunlong ordered.

The discipled soldier drilled into the hole with his head scratched, and walked in with a flashlight. The other three disciples followed. Zeng Xunlong went in last, and he dragged in the body of the disciple who was killed by him.

On the left side of the hill, a man, a woman and a dog sprinted towards the exposed hole in the mountain stream.

The yellow Cancan rural dog ran and said: "ABcd ... EF ... sB ..."

Xueba is made like this.

As soon as Ning Tao and Qingzhui and Xiaotian Dog entered the cave, the boulder behind them slowly rose and blocked the entrance. Ning Tao had no pressure at all. When he could not find the exit or the door opening mechanism, he opened a convenient door to go back, and if the place was suitable, he could even transform it into his second Dongfu.

The body of the young man with the throat cut was thrown into a narrow passage, and the air was smelling blood.

Ning Tao didn't rush to chase after him. He took out the eclipse blade and inserted it into the corpse's mouth. Spiritual power poured into the blade, and a few voices appeared in his mind.

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

"Mom, I'm going out for a long time. After this business, I'll take you to the city to take care of myself and live a good life ..."

"Master, a hundred million commission, who has such a big hand ..."

These sounds are remnants of the soul and can also be understood as brain waves. As long as the brain cells have not completely decayed, the eclipse blade can activate brain cells through spiritual force to obtain brain waves.

Not long after this young man died, the entire brain had not completely died, and a variety of information was flowing into Ning Tao's brain. Although he can only hear sounds at present, it is enough to let him know something.

Someone hired the grave robbers and provided maps. Unfortunately, in his memory, Zeng Xunlong did not tell him who his employer was. To put it bluntly, those disciples thought that they were coming to get rich, but they actually came to be cannon fodder. After it was done, there were those who were lucky enough to go out alive. At that time, Zeng Xunlong could not kill him.

"Go." Ning Tao ended the corpse brain wave collection and put away the eclipse blade. He walked in the front, holding a mobile phone, and faintly illuminated by the screen of the mobile phone.

He has always wanted to make a flashlight, but he has always lacked a spirit, and forgot it when he had a spirit. At the moment when he needed a flashlight, he thought about it again. He wondered that after the clinic moved, he must take time to make a repair flashlight, and then put it in the small medicine box for backup.

The passage is cut in the mountains. The whole is in the shape of a mine passage. In some places, the top is supported by strips of stone to prevent sand and stones from falling. Whether it is the channel ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ or the stones used to stabilize the channel, it looks like it was cut with a sword or axe, which is very strange.

Is there really a fairy?

"Qing Zhui, you haven't seen any immortals or monsters during the Ming or Qing dynasties?" Ning Tao asked while walking.

Qing Zhui said, "I heard my sister said that the immortals and the demon fairy had disappeared somehow. Now even people who use spells are rare, and no one can make magic instruments. Where are there any immortals or demon fairy? . "

"Have you ever seen Feijian?"

"No."

Ning Tao was a little disappointed. As a spiritualist, although he took an unusual path to spiritual cultivation, the complex of Feijian was always there. If there is a flying sword, flying side by side with a flying sword and a Boeing 747, then Dora wind!

The passage is getting wider and wider, and there is a faint sound of water coming.

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

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