My talent is resurrection

Chapter 136 Throw Your Ancestral Grave
The five parties in the world are not at peace now. For some reason, many Jindan immortals suddenly popped up, and each of them has a huge momentum and excellent skills.

Among them, a monk with a big banner on his back rose up in the Middle-earth, and directly squeezed into the ten people in the Middle-earth. His fame for a while was comparable to that of the recently famous Qingshan guest Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu and Ma Jiuwan don't care about these bells and whistles. They entered this Taoist temple of bones to win treasures. The two returned to Bei Cangming all the way from the Western Regions. The main ones are the thousand-year-old tombs. Next, after returning to that side of the world, I will slowly identify it.

Ma Jiuwan also said that this Taoist temple of white bones was originally transformed by a top-level fairy weapon, and the magic weapon left by the fairy would naturally be suppressed.

Of course, the round pot that Chen Jiu dug out earlier had to be counted separately.

The old Taoist in the pot is a talker, and often chats with a few people.

"Pindao was in the twelfth realm thousands of years ago. He accidentally fell here, and now he is resurrected. Just three wishes are not too much, right?"

Chen Jiu and Ma Jiuwan ignored him, but Brooke thought seriously, then nodded, "Not too much."

The old Taoist in the pot was delighted, "Then you can fulfill my three wishes?"

Brook shook his head, "No."

The old Taoist in the pot rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily: "Fuck you."

A group of four "persons" can be regarded as cheerful, and Chen Jiu just sits down and suppresses the victory. If there is danger along the treasure hunt, he will punch it clean.

Now that Ma Jiuwan has recovered to the sixth realm, he can use spells to find the huge tombs around him and search for treasures.

As for the old Taoist in the pot and Brooke, they were hanging behind the two of them, talking about everything, the old man talked a lot, and he had a lot of knowledge. Brooke didn't know anything, and he was silent for a long time before he could say a word.

"Well, indeed."

Fortunately, the old Taoist did not dislike him for his lack of talk, and still talked enthusiastically with him.

The four of them ran from the Western Regions to Bei Cangming, and then from Bei Cangming to the Western Regions. It can be said that they emptied the tombs along the way. They took a bunch of gaudy things and put them in Ma Jiuwan's magic treasure.

The old Taoist in Huzhong would sometimes use spells to detect tombs, but when he was doing the detection today, he was very excited, saying that there is a large tomb ten miles to the north, which is full of spiritual energy, and there should be magic weapons in it.

When Ma Jiuwan heard this, he was so excited that he ran there with a Luoyang shovel in his hand. Several people chose the location, and after a lot of tossing, the formation protecting the tomb was quite good, and it took Chen Jiu two punches to hit it. Bad, the defensive end is strong.

Seeing this, Ma Jiuwan became more and more happy. With such a formation in the tomb, would there be no magic weapon?
He eagerly dug, and after a while, he dug to the bottom, where there was a sarcophagus, and the aura on the coffin was shining fiercely.

Ma Jiuwan was very excited and was about to push the sarcophagus away.

Hundreds of monks appeared in the sky, and the old man at the very top looked at the four of them with grief and anger, and shouted angrily.

"He Fangxiao is young, why did you destroy the tomb of my ancestor!"

Everyone behind the old man was also very sad and indignant.

Damn it, his patriarch had only been buried for a few months, and these four murderers tore up the grave of his patriarch. Is this something he did? !

Ma Jiuwan was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to explain. He was silent for a moment, rubbed his head, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I lost something, why don't you come in and look for it, I'm sorry for disturbing the Patriarch's sleep."

The leading old man was extremely sad and angry, "My patriarch has only passed away for three months, and you disturb him like this, what evil did you do!"

There were tears in the old man's eyes, which made Ma Jiuwan feel embarrassed, so he immediately took the old round pot from the pot, and spoke righteously to everyone in the sky.

"Take this old man, kill him or cut him up casually, if I blink, he's the only one named Brook!"

Chen Jiu rolled his eyes, walked forward, apologized to everyone in Tianji, and then said seriously.

"My discipline is not strict, so I will get rid of this evil obstacle myself!"

Chen Jiu squeezed a fist, Wu Yun's fist had no meaning, but the momentum was extremely powerful, pretending to hit the old Taoist on the head.

Ma Jiuwan winked at the old Taoist.

The old man hurriedly wailed in pain, his body dimmed for a moment, and he cried bitterly: "I know I was wrong, stop beating, stop beating, please spare the little one."

After everyone in Tianji stared at him, the leading old man suddenly asked: "Fellow Daoist, is that green-clothed man Chen Jiu?"

Ma Jiuwan immediately gave a thumbs up, and boasted to the old man: "Not bad, you have good eyesight!"

The old man pondered for a moment, fell to the sky, and clasped his fists towards Chen Jiu and said, "Please protect the east bank of Bei Cang Ming with me, Daoist Chen. I will thank you very much after this is done!"

Chen Jiu asked suspiciously, "How do you say that?"

The old man replied: "The east bank of Bei Cang Ming borders the East China Sea. The monks in the East Sea are aggressive and have many swordsmen. Every half a year, the monks of the East Sea will gather and invade the east bank of Bei Cang Ming. It is almost half a year now, and according to my knowledge You know, Chen Daoyou was also born in Bei Cangming, so I asked Chen Daoyou to protect Bei Cangming!"

Ma Jiuwan was the first to ask, "What kind of thank you?"

The old man said in a deep voice: "The magic weapon of the sect, one person has two pieces, and the four can take it at will."

Ma Jiuwan's eyes lit up immediately, and he said to Chen Jiu through voice transmission: "It's possible, but if we can't keep it, at worst, let's steal some magic weapons and run away."

Chen Jiu also nodded. It was a bit embarrassing for him to dig the tomb of his ancestor. This trip is considered as an apology, and there is also a magic weapon, so why not do it.

After discussing with them, they decided to go to the east bank of Bei Cangming.

Before leaving, Ma Jiuwan suddenly remembered something, and asked the old man, "How many golden pills are there on the other side?"

The old man was silent for a while, then softly replied: "About ten."

Ma Jiuwan asked again: "Then what about us?"

The old man hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "There used to be... three, but now there are only two."

Ma Jiuwan frowned, and asked again: "Where is the other one going?"

The old man pointed to the tomb, "The Patriarch is lying in it."

Ma Jiuwan rolled his eyes, "Three golden pills beat ten golden pills, can it be any more outrageous?"

The old man was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Actually, two golden pills fought against ten golden pills. A previous golden pill on our side has rebelled."

Ma Jiuwan was speechless, already thinking about whether to run away.

Chen Jiu patted his sleeves, waved his hands and said: "It's okay, I like to fight more with less, and fight high with low."

The old man happily replied: "That's right, that's right, this time we definitely fight more with less!"

Ma Jiuwan was completely speechless, turned his head to look at Huzhong Daoren and Brooke, two heartless people, and didn't bother to persuade him, Wuhu let out a sound, and took off directly.

The four of them arrived at the old man's sect on the east bank of Bei Cangming. This sect is very close to the sea, and flying swords from the East Sea often pass by.

In the entire sect, no one dared to stop him.

But after today, there was a one-armed blue-clothed guest at the seaside of the sect.

The guest in green shirt faces the East China Sea and guards the gate alone.

(End of this chapter)