The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

Huang Fengling

Tu Shan Honghong followed the instructions of the secret map, summoned the huge magic phase of the insulating claw, and the cold and sharp claw blade tore through the rock and chiseled into the mountain.

Turn left and right, one hour later.

Suddenly, a huge stone room, the four walls are gloomy green ghost fire, shimmering, forty or fifty sarcophagi are displayed in the room, orderly.

Guessed right! The demon emperor of Tushan Mountain did a living of robbing tombs.

The Huangfeng Ling weasel clan could not have imagined that the Tushan Demon Emperor, one of the Four Emperors, would come to the graveyard where their ancestors were buried.

Moreover, this big tomb hides between the mountains, hiding the wind and gathering qi, if there is no map, nothing can be found. However, Tu Shan Rong Rong is known as a thousand-faced demon rong, and there is no strategy. It is not difficult to think that Tushan should have a powerful intelligence agency, and all kinds of documents and secret notes are all-encompassing, even if it is the birthday of the demon king, and the quirks and hobbies should be available.

In fact, long before the theft of the [Eight Treasure Spirit Chicken] brought back by Tushan Yaya, Tushan Rongrong had already set his sights on the Huangfengling weasel family.

Tu Shan's red big sleeves caressed, the demon power surged, and a coffin in front of him flew out in response, and the coffin board fell to the ground. Holding his breath, he stepped forward to investigate, the crystalline bones were scattered in the sarcophagus, and then he solemnly crossed out a name on the secret note and the inscription in front of the tomb

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So repeatedly, the coffin is uncovered and the bones are examined, and the name is sealed to ensure that there are no falling and repeated names and surnames.

The secret note contains the real name of the great demon above the demon king of the weasel family. The reason is naturally that there are tombs here, only the demon king can enter after death, and there are many bones of a few demon emperor realm cultivators, white as jade.

Of course, the inevitable demon force scraping, there are seven or eight coffins, Xu is a little harder, when the red clothes open to check, the inside has been shattered into powder. Rao is Tu Shan Honghong is also a little embarrassed, gently closed the coffin for the person, and put it back in its original place.

"There are 48 names and surnames on the secret note, it seems that the old patriarch who was scared into a cripple by Rong Rong some time ago should not have swallowed his breath."

"There are only 47 coffins here, and it seems that a generation of demon kings has not entered the mausoleum. Rong Rong noted the cultivation of the Demon Emperor Realm.

The remnants of the great demon aura at the mouth of the Yellow Wind Cave that day should be this one.

[Huang Hulu] "

Since you have found out who is behind the scenes, it is easier to find out, Bai Qiye cannot die for the time being, as for how to protect the young man from the attack of the black hand, it is enough to cripple this demon emperor."

Even if Tu Shan Honghong, who was reincarnated as a fork, no longer has the strength of the four emperors, but such an ordinary demon emperor has failed to communicate the power of heaven and earth, and it should be no problem to cripple.

Thinking about it, Hong Yi turned around, retreated along the same way as the cave entrance when he came, closed the entrance and left.

Everything in the stone room is as before, except for the few bones that have turned into powder, no one should know that there are visitors here.

.........

Bai Qiye stood in front of the stone cave at the top of the twin peaks and wiped a handful of sweat.

A delicate female voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

"White Seven Nights! Lie on your stomach in the grass and don't move. Try your best to visualize the figure of the Great Emperor's remaining obsession and hold your breath. Someone's coming! "

There is no time to react, Bai Qiye rules crawl into the grass, hold his breath, staring at the entrance of the cave in front of him, who is visiting late at night,

could it be that it is also to planing graves?

"Tu Shanrong?"

Seeing the girl in the green dress enter the cave, Bai Qiye wondered even more, why did Tu Shan Rong come here late at night?

After a short while, the girl walked out of the cave, looked left and right and left.

Bai Qiye blushed, breathing quickly and greedily, got up and walked into the cave.

"Sword Spirit, you are not a man! Fang Cai's voice can't fool me! "

After a long time....

"You don't have to call me big brother.

In the future, call me, call me sister-in-law!

"Don't, if Fang Cai hadn't made a move, you'd already been caught, sneaking up in the middle of the night and not sleeping, how would you explain it to that little fox?"

Bai Qiye was silent.

Inside the cave, a corner was turned, and the cold breath came to my face. There are bronze ancient lanterns embedded in the cave walls on both sides, and Bai Qiye tiptoes every step, although trying to control the sound of footsteps, the footsteps are silent, and the bronze ancient lanterns spontaneously combust without fire, illuminating the cave.

The further you go, the water droplets on the stone wall gradually turn into thin ice, stalactite-like crystal pillars, a simple bronze sarcophagus comes into view, the sarcophagus lies on a piece of ten thousand years of cold ice of about ten square meters, and a thin blue mist rises from the ice surface, lingering around the sarcophagus.

"The cold ice true meaning in the running meridians, what is this cold!"

Although this sword spirit really did not have a positive shape, Bai Qiye could not guess whether it was male or female, the rough and rampant big man's voice and the arrogant and cold goddess voice switched back and forth, true and false, false and false.

False is true when it is true.

"Yes, big brother!"

"Call me sister-in-law!"

Bai Qiye: ".........". This sword spirit is exactly what kind of quirk.

"Yes, sister-in-law!"

......

Bai Qiye jumped up, standing on the ice, leaning on the bronze ancient coffin, stroking the bronze pattern, Tanghuang magnificent, and instantly felt that the coffin of what golden silk nan wood was too earthy.

When a person dies, he should sleep in such a bronze coffin, so that it is magnificent!

Those people in the previous life had no choice, kicked their legs, directly beat the crematorium to ashes, put it into a narrow urn, even the cemetery, if it is not good, you have to share a house, and even installment mortgages, sometimes when you encounter a bad developer, it is possible to end up.

Where is there such a bronze coffin to sleep comfortably.

Run the cold ice true meaning, converge in the arms, condense in the palm, push hard, slide open the bronze coffin lid.

"And another floor?"

"Huh! It turned out to be a building wood?

"Uh, sister-in-law, what is Jianmu?"

"There is such a divine thing in this heaven and earth, the so-called building wood is a tall tree that connects the divine world and the human world in ancient times, and you can understand it as a ladder. A bridge between heaven and earth.

Under the building of trees, there is no shadow in the sun, and there is no sound, covering the heavens and the earth.

"Bai Qiye, are you ready to open the coffin?"

"Obediently, the ancient divine tree is used as a coffin, and Tushan is really luxurious!"

"The inner lid of the bronze coffin, lick the matter?"

"Ten thousand years of cold bronze vessels, as long as you are not afraid of breaking your tongue, although lick."

Bai Qiye suddenly remembered that the puppy in the winter of the previous life, licked the iron railing, and the tongue was directly glued like glue, even if it was finally poured with hot water, the tongue was broken a lot.

"Don't dare."

The dark burning stick was removed from the waist, and the cold ice was sincerely trying to pass to the tip of the stick, and a little cold condensed around the end of the stick.

The young man was full of strength, straightened his waist and belly, and pried the coffin hard.

"Second goods, this coffin board is slippery"

....

Bai Qiye saw a face that seemed to come out of the Mountain and Sea Scriptures.

Long brown hair, gray-brown dull complexion, and several scary scars on his face...

The ugly appearance all reminded him that the one lying in front of him was indeed him.

In the fox demon world, that kind little Taoist.

Lay down peacefully, as if asleep.

The divine tree built wood, the bronze ancient coffin, and the cold ice for ten thousand years preserved him vividly, and the years have disappeared here.