Physical Push! You Call This A Necromancer?

The four of Qin Hao hurried over, Qin Hao's face was still pale.

Just now he had a 1v1 fight with the black-robed man, and it took 300 rounds before he narrowly won a move and wounded the black-robed man.

And the group of men in black robes also kept their promises, and immediately retreated after losing to him.

However, when he led his men to continue chasing Qiao Yu, he saw this scene in front of him!

Qin Xuan is dead! And that Qiao Yu who snatched the ghost eye from Qin Xuan's hand was standing aside!

Qin Hao's pupils shrank in an instant. Qin Xuan's mother was the elder sister of the first sword cultivator, Ji Pingyang, and Qin Xuan's father was one of the several direct line leaders of the Qin family.

Qin Xuan's death is tantamount to a major earthquake.

Behind him, Qin Fengluo and Qin Ke and Qin Xin'er were also frightened.

Outside the ghost mountain dungeon, Qin Hao followed from the perspective of the bronze mirror. They also did not see Lin Lang, but only saw Qin Xuan's body and Qiao Yu standing beside him.

The Patriarch of the Qin Family, Qin Cangtian, stood up slowly, under his gray hair was a Chinese character face that was not angry and majestic.

He is the head of the Qin family and also Qin Xuan's grandfather.

When the ghost eye was taken away before, he didn't react at all, but the death of his grandson finally made this weather-beaten old man unable to sit still.

"Tang Wumou, your son-in-law has to be handed over to my Qin family." When Qin Cangtian opened his mouth, his domineering intentions were evident.

He was not discussing with Tang Wumou at all, but giving orders!

The power of the Qin family, the head of the four major families, can be seen.

Tang Wumou lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't hear it, and seemed to acquiesce to Qin Cangtian's words.

Qin Cangtian turned to look at Qin Qianxue, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Remember, Xuan'er's death is because of your lack of understanding of people."

Qin Qianxue's complexion instantly turned pale, and Qin Cangtian's words pierced her heart like a needle, causing her endless pain.

She was still telling other members of the Qin family that she met a very interesting little brother in Dihun Lake.

But it was the little brother she was talking about who killed Qin Qianxue's nephew with his own hands.

I boil!

Qiao Yu in the Guishan dungeon went numb in an instant, the man in black was blasted to pieces, and Lin Lang left.

Only the corpses of himself and Qin Xuan were left here, but Qin Hao and the others rushed here now, this time it was really yellow mud falling into his crotch, it was either shit or shit.

"If I say that I didn't kill Qin Xuan, would you believe me?" Qiao Yu asked with some resentment.

"What do you think?" Qin Hao has already drawn his sword, ready to strike at any time.

"Understood, goodbye!"

Qiao Yu lifted the corpse ancestor's ring towards Qin Hao, and slipped away with a whoosh.

Anyway, the four of Qin Hao will definitely not listen to their own explanations. If they don't slip away, why don't they stay and take the blame for Lin Lang?

"Don't run!"

Qin Hao and the others chased after him, and the murderer was right in front of them, so they must not stand by and watch.

"Stop chasing Qin Xuan, I didn't kill Qin Xuan, and I don't have Jizhi syrup on me!" Qiao Yu felt a headache.

"You didn't kill it, so why did you run away? Stop!" Qin Hao shouted.

If you don't run away, why don't you chop me up first?

Qiao Yu cursed from the bottom of her heart, Lin Lang would be happy to take revenge by himself, leaving such a big blame for himself, his grandma's leg.

The four members of the Qin family were not good at speed, and Qin Hao had half of his agility stolen by Qiao Yu.

After several twists and turns, Qiao Yu quickly left the four members of the Qin family without a trace.

However, Qiao Yu's face was not half happy.

Qin Hao and the others are still a small problem. The point is that they all think that they killed Qin Xuan. When the ghost mountain dungeon is released, they may cause a lot of trouble...

"Forget it, the soldiers come to cover up the water and the earth! Anyway, I didn't kill Qin Xuan!"

Qiao Yu shook his head, throwing all those worries out of his mind, the first task before him now is to restore his own memory first, other things can be left behind for a while.

Speaking of it, Zhang Erhe clearly said that he was waiting for him in front, but he ran so far, why didn't he see Zhang Erhe?

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Qiao Yu looked up and saw that he was not very far from the top of Ghost Mountain.

"Huh! It's finally here!"

On the other side, Zhang Erhe, carrying two swords on his back, looked at the dilapidated temple in front of him, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"According to the master, Master Yuankong's body and the magical artifacts left by our sect should be in this temple."

Zhang Erhe muttered to himself, he turned his head and looked down the mountain.

"Brother Qiao Yu, forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, this business is too dangerous, I can't let you come with me."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Erhe resolutely and quickly walked into the dilapidated temple.

This temple seems to be chiseled out after hollowing out a piece of Ghost Mountain.

The decoration of the temple is very simple, there are murals on the walls, the lines are very rough, but a few strokes outline the picture vividly and very spiritually.

Zhang Erhe watched carefully while wiping off the dust on the mural. The mural seemed to be about a scene of an eminent monk who attained Taoism and rescued evil spirits on the ghost mountain.

"This should be the deeds of Master Yuankong," Zhang Erhe muttered to himself.

Later, Zhang Erhe came to the main hall of the temple, where a giant Buddha nearly two meters high was enshrined. There was something hanging around the neck of the giant Buddha. When Zhang Erhe saw that thing, his eyes lit up.

Because, this thing is quite familiar to him, it is exactly the same as he remembers!

It was a somewhat rusty bronze compass, which was divided into upper and lower layers. Regardless of the pattern, shape, or sense of age, it was very old, and it was obviously old.

And this bronze compass is also a magic weapon left by the Daoist sect, one of the goals of Zhang Erhe's trip!

Just when Zhang Erhe was about to take down the bronze compass, he suddenly discovered that the big Buddha in front of him was a bit strange!

Logically speaking, the big Buddhas should all have solemn faces, be merciful, sacred and inviolable.

But the big Buddha in front of him was covered in darkness, with a ferocious face, a strange mouth with a long tongue, red eyes, and a terrible smile on his face.

The big Buddha clearly clasped his hands together, wearing a monk's robe with Buddhist beads, but it gave Zhang Erhe a sense of horror like a ghost.

This is clearly an evil Buddha!

"Hehe, Taoist, it has been a long time since no Taoist has been able to come to this place."

A somewhat hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the temple.

"Who, come out!"

Zhang Erhe pulled out the mahogany sword on his back with a dignified expression.

"Don't be nervous. Whether you practice Buddhism or Taoism, it's all for the benefit of the world and the salvation of all living beings. We are one family."

As soon as the words were finished, a dazzling golden Buddha's light lit up from the depths of the temple, and an old monk wearing a golden cassock and holding a glazed Buddhist staff walked out from the depths of the Buddha's light.

He had long eyebrows and big ears, and looked at Zhang Erhe kindly, as if he looked like an eminent monk.

Just looking at this old monk can give people a kind of peace of mind.

And Zhang Erhe was stunned at this time.

His body couldn't stop shaking slightly.

"You! You are Master Yuankong! You are still alive!" Zhang Erhe's tone was full of excitement.

"Amitabha!"

Master Yuankong raised his right hand in front of his chest and recited the Buddha's name.

"If the ghost mountain is not empty, I swear that I will not become a Buddha! Only when all living beings are exhausted can they prove Bodhi."