People are in fantasy, the daughter of luck in the beginning of the divorce

"It's just one page..." Jiang Minghan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

If the complete Book of the Dead is published, it is estimated that the entire Three Thousand Dao Realm will be alarmed.

Such an unknown thing can cause a strange curse to come regardless of the cultivation base, which is hard to guard against.

Even if it is in the hands of an ordinary person, as long as he can obtain the fur of a monk in the holy land and know his birth date and name, he can control the life and death of that monk in the holy land.

Even he felt a little moved.

"Don't worry, my lord, no one knows where the book of death is, except this old man. It was intercepted and killed on the road, and I haven't rushed there yet. Even my senior sister didn't get any news."

Seeing Jiang Minghan's interested expression, the black-robed old man hastily explained, quickly showing his worth.

Jiang Minghan glanced at him, nodded slightly, "I see."

10 years is enough to change the vicissitudes of life.

Who knows if that page of the book of death will still be in its original place, and what happened halfway, no one is sure, will it have already been preempted?

"Erase his memory."

Afterwards, Jiang Minghan glanced at the young Ye Xuan beside him, and seeing his wide-eyed appearance, he was extremely shocked by such news.

"Yes, Master."

A follower stepped forward and slapped Ye Xuan on the forehead, knocking him unconscious and erasing his memory of this part.

If the news about the Book of Dead is true, once it is leaked out, it will indeed cause a lot of trouble and panic.

Afterwards, all the followers including Ye Qingxuan obviously knew that the matter was of great importance, and cut off their memories of the conversation just now.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Minghan nodded slightly, not surprised that they were so conscious.

After all, as a follower, all interests are put first, even if they are asked to die, they can't refuse, let alone such a small thing as cutting off part of their memory.

After leaving Chiyan ancient star, Jiang Minghan followed the memory of the black-robed old man to the place recorded in the book of death.

After he knew this kind of thing, it was naturally impossible for him to spare the life of the black-robed old man.

From the memory of the black-robed old man, Jiang Minghan knew a lot of secrets about Huang Quan, including how he knew the whereabouts of the Book of Death.

He originally planned to come to find the son of luck.

But the Son of Destiny didn't find it, but instead found out the clues of the Book of the Dead, which is a surprise.

"According to the memory of the black-robed old man, if that page of the book of death had been born, it should have been exiled in the world long ago, and there have been many travels, but no one has discovered its purpose and origin..."

……

Nanque holy city.

As a very famous holy city in the Three Thousand Dao Domain, it has existed for even more than a million years, covering an extremely vast and vast area, covering nearly hundreds of thousands of miles.

The city is majestic and magnificent, with palaces and pavilions row upon row, stretching endlessly and majesticly.

The clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining, the silver waterfall is falling, and many ancient sacred mountains are located in the depths.

Disciples, elders, and great figures of all the ancient orthodoxy and influences often haunt this city, hiding dragons and crouching tigers, and it is extremely lively.

On both sides of the long street, there were all kinds of yelling, except for the monks who were patrolling.

The most common ones are all kinds of street stalls, where there are all kinds of treasures of heaven and earth, the sun is shining brightly, and the gods are full of brilliance.

"Just these rough stones still want three hundred spirit stones, why don't you go grab them? I'm afraid I'll get bad luck..."

"One price, thirty spirit stones!"

But at this moment, in front of an extremely desolate and dilapidated Gambling Stone Workshop that was overgrown with weeds.

A few young men in brocade clothes were weighing a few rough stones in their hands that were as big as their faces, and they spoke impatiently.

"Three hundred spirit stones is already the lowest price. In the past, thousands or even tens of thousands of spirit stones were required..."

A young woman dressed in coarse linen looked at them stubbornly, insisting on the price without letting go.

She has an extremely delicate face, charming eyebrows, and clear eyes, but they are stained with mud, making her face look a little gray.

……

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017 The dilapidated Qingxu Holy Land, 5 years ago (3)

"Hehe, how many thousands of spirit stones, tens of thousands of spirit stones? Do you really think you still have the Holy Land of Purity? Just thirty spirit stones, don't be ignorant, willing to give you spirit stones is already giving you face."

The brocade-clothed man in front of him sneered and mocked, impatient, and even threatened.

"Then... you... grab it if you have the ability, anyway, I will never sell thirty spirit stones no matter what."

The young woman is still stubborn, her eyes are full of unyielding, although she is weak, she is not timid at all.

"You are courting death..."

Hearing this, the brocade-clothed man in front of him suddenly became furious and was about to strike.

But the companion on the side suddenly stopped him, shook his head and said, "The patrol team is watching, don't do anything in Nanque Holy City, Qingxu Holy Land was good or bad..."

He didn't say anything later, as if he was a little afraid.

But the man in brocade clothes understood, his complexion changed slightly, and then he cursed inwardly, dropped the rough stone in his hand, turned around and left.

Seeing that they were all gone, the young woman squatted down silently, picked up the rough stones thrown on the ground one by one, and then wiped the dirt on them carefully.

Such things actually happen every day, and she is used to it.

only……

She sighed insignificantly.

Since 5 years ago, the Holy Land of Qingxu suffered a sudden disaster and fell apart.

The elders and disciples who should go have all gone, and now, there are only three or two left.

Although the Qingxu Holy Land in its heyday was not comparable to those immortal orthodoxy and supreme teachings, its inheritance was also extremely long.

There are saints handed down from generation to generation sitting in the town, there are even a lot of holy artifacts, and there is even an invincible existence with half a foot to step into the quasi-supreme state.

But after the disaster happened 5 years ago, Holy Lord Qingxu went mad on the spot, rushed into the central area of ​​Shenxu Ancient Mine, and disappeared there.