Super Treasure Hunter

Zhou Zhong and Lin Lu met when they were in high school. After so many years, they knew Lin Lu in the middle of the week. Lin Lu is an ordinary person, not a cultivator. How could he be their saint?

"Forget it, leave him alone, think of a way to get in first." At this point in the week, he had an idea, and just then another car drove over.

Inside the mausoleum, in a huge cave.

At this time, Lin Lu was enveloped by a huge green light ball. Lin Lu herself was lying in a coffin, her face pale, her eyes staring and trying to struggle, but she couldn't get away.

At the entrance of the stone cave, two old men in gray robes walked in surrounded by six disciples in black robes. The mysterious man in gray robes who had brought Lin Lu back next to the coffin sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, seeing pedestrians coming, too. Busily stood up.

"Elder!" The two later elders in gray robes clasped their fists and saluted.

The mysterious man in the gray robe nodded slightly, and said hoarsely: "Second Elder and Third Elder, you don't need to be so polite. I have been out all these years. Thanks to your two principals for your hard work here."

The two gray-robed elders said with a smile: "The great elder is serious. This is our own business."

"By the way, Grand Elder, didn't this girl come back with you voluntarily? Why does it seem to be struggling?" The third elder glanced at Lin Lu in the coffin and asked with a frown.

The elder snorted coldly, and said annoyedly: "This girl came back with me voluntarily, but after hearing about our canon and the duties of the saint, she wanted to leave. Our cemetery ghost repairs a line, dozens After all the years of humiliation, I finally found a candidate who meets the conditions of the saint. How can I let her go?"

The second elder nodded, but still groaned: "Elder, it is recorded in the Chinese classics that the heiress of the saint must be willing to do it. If there is grievance in the heart, it will have an impact on the power of the Holy Fire.

The elder sighed and said: "Why don't I know this? But I can't control that much. No matter what, we must have a saint, even if it does not play a big role, but we can give it to the congregation. Faith! Let the congregation who have been scattered in all directions over the years return to our congregation and work together to carry forward the ghost cultivation of the cemetery!"

The two elders were all excited when they heard this, and at the same time clasped their fists to the great elder and said: "The great elder is wise, we believe that under the leadership of the great elder, our cemetery ghost repairs will definitely rise again!"

The Great Elder laughed suddenly, his eyes full of triumph.

"No one can stop the rise of the ghost cultivator line in my cemetery anymore, blocking-Kill Without Amnesty!"

At this time, a black-clothed disciple said with a respectful voice: "Three elders, there is not much time before the saint's succession ceremony, we should go out."

"Okay! Let's go out!" The elder waved his hand, and saw that the coffin containing Lin Lu floated up by itself. Then six disciples in black stood on both sides of the coffin, holding the coffin and following the three elders. Walked outside.

Outside the mausoleum, after midweek lurking on the boulder, he found that after the newly-driving car stopped, the man inside did not go to the mausoleum, but walked in his direction, and hurriedly hid behind another boulder in midweek.

Seeing that the man got behind the boulder and unfastened his waistband, it became more convenient here.

There was a sneer at the corner of Zhou Zhong's mouth, and his heart said that this is really the right way to heaven. You don't want to go to hell. So he sneaked behind him and directly pointed a finger on the acupuncture point behind his ear.

The man's eyes widened, before he could react, he fainted directly on the ground, and then... just fell on the puddle where he was peeing.

The middle of the week was rather embarrassed and said: "Oh, I'm so sorry, I should give you a hand and let you fall in a clean place. Forget it, just rest well and borrow your token. I use it."

Speaking of midweek, he reached out and touched the man, and found the token in his inner pocket. This is a rectangular token, the size of a palm, with a huge ghost head printed on it, with a hideous face. On the north side of the token, there are four ribs painted, I don't know what it means.

With the token in the middle of the week, he walked openly towards the cemetery, and two disciples in black stopped him at the door, and handed them the token in the middle of the week. After the two black-clothed disciples looked at it, they immediately greeted Mid-Zhou respectfully: "Lord Fragrant! Please come inside."

Withdrawing the token in the middle of the week, he suddenly laughed. I didn't expect that the guy who peeed on himself was still a incense master.

Entering the mausoleum, it was a huge tunnel with a length of 100 meters. When he came out of the tunnel, Zhou Zhong's eyes flashed with surprise. This is a huge open space of thousands of square meters. The surrounding loess broken arms form a circle. The broken arms are all grottoes, which are particularly spectacular. On the front stone wall, these eight ghosts are carved with hideous and terrifying looks.

At this time, no less than a hundred people gathered in the open space, all chatting with each other, no one paid attention to the middle of the week that came in.

At this moment, a group of people walked out of the cave in the front. The three people in the lead were wearing gray robes, and the six people behind were wearing black robes. Lin Lu!

"Welcome the saint succession ceremony!"

Suddenly dozens of disciples wearing black robes ran out of the grottoes on both sides, surrounded everyone in the field, and then saw a huge green flame rising in the sky. What is strange is that, The flame was floating in the air, but it didn't fall down! And the flame doesn't feel hot!

"Welcome to the holy flame!"

With dozens of people in the audience and those in black, there could be more than a hundred people kneeling to the ground and bowing respectfully. Only one person stood there in the middle of the week, standing out among the crowd.

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"Lin Lu, what's wrong with you?"

When the coffin fell, in the middle of the week, he saw that Lin Lu inside seemed to be bound, his face changed drastically, and he rushed towards Lin Lu directly.

This sudden change shocked the people here. This is the lair of the ghost repairs in the cemetery. It is heavily guarded. It is not the descendants of the ghost repairs in the cemetery that cannot enter at all. What is going on?

Seeing Zhou Zhong rushing towards the saint, more than a dozen black guards came up to intercept.

At this time, midweek worried about Lin Lu eagerly, but did not have the time to entangle them.

"Get out of here!" Zhou Zhong yelled, and the momentum of rushing to answer burst out. The dozens of black guard disciples who could not resist, were knocked out in an instant.

This scene shocked everyone. Those black-clothed disciples are still at the first level to the second level during the training period. They are also good masters outside, but they can't go through a round in the middle of the week? Was it a second?

The three gray-robed elders looked at Zhou Zhong at the same time, and the leading elder said solemnly: "Fifth level of Qi training period!"

In the middle of the week, snorted coldly: "You know the goods!"