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After the red-clothed ghost left, everyone in the Taoist sect turned pale and pale: "This is a disgrace, our majestic Taoist sect has let a fierce ghost knock on the door to humiliate us, and no one dares to fight, but that ghost took away several magic weapons. I waited but had no choice but to feel ashamed of my ancestors.”

It is an indisputable fact that the Taoist sect has withered. After a group of elders sighed, they were called together again, and then Patriarch Pei explained the matter: "The disciples of the Pei family found a batch of dark artifacts in the market. After searching, it was found that it was unearthed in Miaojiang, and we guessed that there is a mausoleum in the back mountain of the Miao nationality, which is the burial place of a national teacher thousands of years ago."

"That national teacher is proficient in Taoism, calling the wind and calling the rain. He created thousands of magic weapons during his lifetime, and he must be buried in the tomb. My Pei family and the Yan family decided to bring a group of Taoist disciples to the tomb to find the magic weapon. What do you all think about fighting that ghost again?"

"Okay, Patriarch Pei is right, we will follow you." Patriarch Pei's words immediately aroused the approval of all the Taoist priests present. Magical artifacts are the lifeblood of Taoism, and who would not want to have them.

Five days later, Patriarch Pei and Patriarch Yan each led dozens of disciples to gather the other Taoist priests who had been summoned that day.

A group of people drove to the Miao nationality in a mighty manner.

In the police station, Ren Qianyao received a call from his superiors: "Something happened to the tomb of the Miao nationality in the back mountain. A group of archaeologists fell into it during the excavation process and disappeared. The electronic equipment they brought with them lost their signal and died. Two people died in a miserable state, and the superior suspected that there was something strange in the tomb, our goal is to find the archaeologists, bring them out safely, and find out what's inside?"

Yan Ying got into the car, nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

Two groups of people headed for the same destination by different routes.

After arriving in the Miao nationality, Yan Ying found Meng Gu on Huangquan Road and drew a simple map of her hometown.

The two didn't stay long, and went straight to the cave in the back mountain.

The back mountain has collapsed for so long, and after several heavy rains, the correct entrance to the mausoleum has been buried. The two Xiaobai have never been in touch with Feng Shui of the mausoleum before, so they are naturally confused. I walked around twice, but still didn't find any other way.

Ren Qianyao had no choice but to figure out the secret magic weapon he had prepared.

Yan Ying glanced at the four big characters "Yin Yang Feng Shui" on it

It looks very unreliable.

"Brother, are you serious?"

Ren Qianyao looked at the classical Chinese text above and was trying to decipher it. At this moment, Yan Ying was suspicious, and he was not sure: "Then what should we do? We can't push the collapsed place over. It's better to dream faster."

After Yan Ying heard this, she snapped her fingers thoughtfully: "You can have this."

Ren Qianyao put down the booklet, and a carp jumped up, looking at the collapsed place, which was more than ten meters deep: "Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure, I have to give it a try." Yan Ying took a deep breath, stood at the cave-in of the hillside, opened her arms, and the ghostly aura poured out of her whole body, wisps of black air enveloped the muddy slope in front of her, like A long black knife was deeply inserted into the ten-meter-deep mud slope.

The land is thick, and it is not easy to push it away from the middle. If Yan Ying wants to make good use of this big knife condensed with ghost energy, and split this landslide, she must concentrate on it and use it constantly. Get rid of all the ghosts in your body.

"Here, I, drive—"

Yan Ying yelled, clenched her teeth, the corners of her eyes were red, and with one hand she urged the ghostly energy, tearing apart the ten-meter-deep landslide.

There was only a loud bang, and the landslide moved slowly. Under the thrust of the black long knife, the soil in the landslide continued to move to both sides from the direction where the black knife cut, and then moved again.

After leaving an aisle large enough for two people to walk, they finally stopped.

Yan Ying used up the ghost energy in her body, and she slid down, only to be scooped up by Ren Qianyao at the side.

Ren Qianyao had never seen her so weak, and he said worriedly, "Yan Ying, how are you?"

Yan Ying leaned on his body, panting deeply: "My ghost energy is exhausted, and my body is a little weak, just take it easy."

Yan Ying's weakness made it difficult for her to channel Ziwei's true energy. The sun shone on her body, causing a burning and tingling sensation: "Take me to the cemetery, now I don't have the strength to resist the sun"

Ren Qianyao saw that there were burns on her face, so she quickly squatted down, put Yan Ying on her back, and ran into the separated aisle at a speed of [-] meters.

The deep aisle was a bit dark, cutting off the sunlight, and Yan Ying's complexion recovered.

Soon, the two walked to the entrance of the mausoleum. Ren Qianyao looked at the surrounding environment, put Yan Ying down, took off her coat, and spread it on the ground: "You were exhausted just now, now take a rest."

At this moment, it is underground, and it is full of yin, which is very suitable for ghosts to practice.

Yan Ying sat cross-legged on the laid coat, closed her eyes, and let the ghostly energy from all around enter her body, filling up the large amount of wear and tear just now.

Two hours later, Yan Ying opened her eyes, and a red light flashed by. There was actually a lot of Yin Qi in this cemetery, and the strength she had just exhausted had been completely recovered.

Ren Qianyao had checked all around the mausoleum, caught three mice, and said pleasantly, "Yan Ying, you're all right!"

Yan Ying looked up at him, holding the little mouse in her hand, and nodded: "Well, it's all right."

Ren Qianyao knocked on the stone door at the entrance with a military shovel and said, "Then let's go in here without delay."

After finishing speaking, he pushed hard, only to see the heavy door slowly opened, and the ancient and decayed smell rushed towards his face.

After the two entered the underground palace, they only heard a bang and a heavy object fell to the ground. It turned out that the opened stone door had already fallen heavily to the ground. Ren Qianyao looked at the mechanism at the door, and couldn't help but click his tongue: "The wisdom of the ancients is really incredible, so delicate. The mechanism, this stone gate must weigh several thousand catties, they will use the natural stone to lock it, and then lock everyone who steps into the mausoleum inside and cannot go out."

Behind the underground palace are two large stone pillars, and several long lights on the wall illuminate the path of the mausoleum. The two continued to walk forward, only to hear the rustling sound.

Ren Qianyao looked down, and a big mouse twice the size of a normal mouse rushed towards them, to be precise, it rushed towards the only living person in the mausoleum.

The appearance of this mouse seemed to turn on some switch, and mice from all directions rushed towards them following the smell of living people. Their eyes were red, and they looked very scary.

They haven't eaten live animals in this underground palace for a long time. This group of mice was so hungry that they even ate their own kind. Ren Qianyao felt his scalp tingling because of the madness of the densely packed mice.

Yan Ying stood at the same place, and the ghost aura rushed towards them, covering the two of them. Whenever the mice got close to the ghost aura, they would be turned into knives and torn to pieces by the ghost aura.

The blood stimulated the rat swarm, and thousands of rats rushed over like a wave deep in the ground.

Yan Ying opened one hand and looked at Ren Qianyao: "Grab it, don't let go"

Ren Qianyao put his hand on it, interlocked his fingers, and held it tightly. He would never let go even if he died. These mice are so frightening.

Yan Ying condensed the ghost energy in the palm of her right hand, and slapped the rats fiercely, but saw that under the long-burning lamp, it seemed as if a pot had exploded, and hundreds of rat corpses were blown out, and the white rat meat was turned over. It was stained with red animal blood, and at the moment of flying, it was like fireworks in full bloom, extremely beautiful.

The rat's dead body covered every inch of the floor in front, Yan Ying frowned, and flew up with Ren Qianyao, across the blood-stained place.

The girl in the black mist had no expression on her face. Ren Qianyao looked to his side, clenched his hands, and gradually calmed down his flustered heart.