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Qing Huan opened her eyes wide, looked down at her hand for no apparent reason, then raised her head to look at the stone door that was slowly opening "rumbling", her hoarse voice trembled a bit: "Why...I..."

Liu Wuhe stared intently at the widening gap in the door, raised his hand to signal her not to speak, then walked forward cautiously, and put out the torch first.

The flame only jumped twice in the center of the stone gate.Everyone followed and looked inside curiously.

This tomb was very large, and there were four lamp posts placed in the four corners. The lights were brighter than anything I had seen before, and the entire tomb could be clearly illuminated almost without a torch.In the center of the tomb is a protruding highland, surrounded by white marble brick steps leading to the highest point, and some patterns are carved on the precious white marble bricks.And at the highest point, one can vaguely see a coffin placed safely. The material of the coffin is hard to say, it is slightly transparent and similar to jade, but it is still cold.

"Heh, finally came in." Cheng Zhuming sneered, staring at the coffin, walked towards it step by step, and soon stepped on two steps, "Look, the texture of these steps is like this Luxurious, even a piece of it is worth a lot..."

Bianzi shouted sharply: "What are you doing! Stop!"

"What do you think? More than ten years ago, this broken bucket didn't pour out anything interesting. Now that I got into the main room by accident, should I go back empty-handed?"

"Success!" Liu Wuhe couldn't help but say.

"What did you call me?" Cheng Zhuming stepped up two more steps, turned his head and looked at Liu Wuhe with a sinister smile, "I am the left deputy head of the Gangshan Sect, and you are just one of my subordinates! When is your turn to speak? You promised this brat not to move around, but I never promised!"

Except for Liu Wuhe, the other three disciples of the Bingshan sect looked at each other, showed their weapons, and rushed up the steps to stand beside Cheng Zhuming.

"So you've been coveting the treasures in my concubine's tomb for a long time!" Bian Zizhan's brows furrowed into a pimple, and he drew out his long sword with a "clang--" and pointed it directly at Cheng Zhuming's head: "I will finally I warn you once, if you still mess around, no one will get out of this tomb today!"

"Hmph, you're here to try. The Lord of the Northern Punishment and the Valley of the Flowers are not here, so it's up to you? I took something and killed you all here, and who knows? Ha." Cheng Zhuming sneered again.

Qing Huan grabbed Bian Ziyi's sleeve and said softly: "Brother, calm down, don't argue..."

Bian Zi pulled his sleeve out of Qing Huan's hand: "Stay back! Don't come forward, just stay aside."

Cheng Zhuming curled his lips in disdain, and winked at his three subordinates: "You guys, stop him, I'll go and see what treasures are there."

After saying that, he turned around with the sword in his hand and walked up the steps in a few big strides.Bianzi took advantage of the loud shout, raised his sword and stabbed.

Three disciples of the Handa Mountain Sect lined up in a herringbone shape on the steps, one holding a sword to block the edge, and the metal vibrating sound of the two weapons colliding "嗡——" made people's eardrums ache slightly, and it was enough to see that the two of them were fighting with each other. With so much strength, the other two circled around and attacked other parts of his body.

Qing Huan bit her pale lips, she had no choice but to draw out her Feng Yu sword and stepped forward to support Bian Zi.And the group of Chaohua disciples behind her looked at each other, frightened by this sudden change, and stayed where they were at a loss.

For a moment, the sound of clashing weapons rang out in the tomb.The people from the Gangshan faction not only used clear soldiers, but also kept throwing some hidden weapons from their sleeves, and they took advantage of the position; Qing Huan was wounded to some extent, and she and Bian Zi were restrained by these three people for a while.

Cheng Zhuming reached the end of the steps in a few strides.The platform above is not very big, and the coffin with a special material is placed in the center, and a circle of grooves has been dug around the coffin. Shi, shrouded in bright ever-bright lights all around, presents a soft and deep halo.Cheng Zhuming looked at them with a smile, not wanting to take his eyes off for a moment. He quickly put on the anti-virus gloves and tried to touch their surface.Soon he raised his head again, looking greedily at the cold coffin.

Good things usually go to the coffin with the dead.

Liu Wuhe's hand resting on his side was clenched into a fist, and he looked around but found no mechanism that could be used. The only dagger on his body was also placed in Bi An's mouth outside.He held the torch tightly, squinted his eyes and aimed at the direction of the candle, and threw the torch as a hidden weapon with all his strength.

"Whoosh-"

The sound of the flame breaking through the air made Cheng Zhuming dodge vigilantly to the side, and quickly grabbed the handle of the torch.

"Heh, Liu Wuhe, are you going to betray the Gangshan faction?" Cheng Zhuming held a torch and laughed mockingly, "Hahahaha, hahahaha, don't you want to kill me without weighing yourself? Also...uh...uh..." Cheng Zhuming's voice suddenly lowered, and then his legs softened uncontrollably, as if all the strength in his body was taken away in an instant, he fell limply on the table.

"Huh? Why..." Liu Wuhe became puzzled, but before he had time to think carefully, he also felt that the inner strength in his body was suddenly emptied. He opened his mouth and widened his eyes, staring at Cheng Zhuming in disbelief. fell down.

"What's going on... ah... what's wrong with me..."

"Well...my...my internal strength..."

"Damn... who poisoned it!"

"Hmm... ah... I can't use my strength... and I can't speak loudly..."

But in the blink of an eye, the two sides who were facing each other with their swords tense a moment ago both collapsed to the ground, and the swords fell to the ground uncontrollably. Everyone clutched their chests with expressions of disbelief.

"Hiss..." Qing Huan just fell on the steps, Feng Yujian fell a foot away from her, and her injured back hit the edge of the steps, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

Except for Miao Shan, all eleven people fell to the ground.

Miao Shan clicked his tongue twice, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and walked out from the end of the line slowly.Everyone looked at her in amazement, as if they couldn't believe that an ordinary and inconspicuous female disciple drugged them.

why?

"I calculated the time to be about the same. From the moment the torch was lit to the present, it took about two quarters of an hour. The odorless fragrance hidden in the torch should have had its effect." Miao Shan stepped across the scattered people on the ground calmly and unhurriedly. body, with a faint smile in his voice.She walked slowly towards Qing Huan who had fallen on the steps, then bent down and gently touched Qing Huan's ear: "Girl, does the wound hurt?"

"You... who the hell are you..." Qing Huan's voice was extremely weak, and she could sweat a little after saying a few words.

Miao Shan smiled at her, touched the mask on her face, and tore it off bit by bit.

"It's really hot to wear this mask, and it also blocks my flowery beauty, tsk tsk. It's a pity that there is probably no one in this world with a more beautiful face than mine. A leather mask, otherwise I will definitely get one next time. Miao Shan narrowed her beautiful fox eyes, and stroked her face pitifully with her fingers.

"Miao Shan!..." Qing Huan's voice was high-pitched, but her too weak body made her cough immediately, "cough cough...you...so it was you...in vain I believed you so much all the way, you..."

"Qinghuan... who is she?" Bianzi asked with difficulty while clutching his chest.

"Me? I'm Wen Jinglei's subordinate, the head of the Burning Heaven Clan. My surname is Miao, and I'm named Shan. I'm specially ordered to...take your lives." Miao Shan smiled.

Cheng Zhuming on the high platform changed his face when he heard the words: "What... Burning Heaven Clan? Burning Heaven Clan?!"

"Burning Heaven Clan!" Bian Zizhao's eyes widened instantly, staring at Miao Shan closely.

"Hey, is it necessary to be so scared? The surnamed Cheng above, you're about to pee your pants, hehehe..." Miaoshan covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, and sat down on the steps leisurely, with a charming posture moving.

"Are you going to kill me...?" Qing Huan closed her eyes, a drop of cold sweat dripping from the side of her face.

"Well... then let me ask you a question first, little beauty, you told me earlier that you are very grateful for my care all the way, and you will definitely repay me after you go out, but is it still counting?"

"Get out... get out of here..." Qing Huan tremblingly wanted to get up a little bit, but she only stood up for a moment, and then fell back down.

"That is to say, don't count?" Miao Shan hooked the corner of her mouth, lowered her head and slowly approached Qing Huan's face, and when she was close enough, she continued in a very soft voice next to her ear: "...Then I , and I don’t want to kill you.”

"What...what do you want to do...Zhongyang City, Chaos Flower Valley, Concubine Si's Tomb...you follow me all the way, guide me, what exactly...what do you want to do?" Qing Huan didn't have the strength to raise her head, so she could only lift His eyes were fixed on Miao Shan.

"I'm going to gather these people together, and come here with you, and tell you with them... the old things you want to know."