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Taking out a jade box and carefully sealing the golden core of the Taoist Dove, Qin Sang couldn't help showing a touch of joy on his face and let out a long sigh.

Although there were many twists and turns during this trip, the most important goal was achieved.

Putting away the golden core, Qin Sang stretched out his hand to pick up the iron finger, and was secretly surprised that this iron finger was unexpectedly heavy, and it was really extraordinary.

Qin Sauna looked through the finger and found that there was no writing on the inside or outside of the iron finger. The rust was almost all inside the finger, almost in one piece.

I don't know how this kind of rust was formed, Qin Sang tried several times, but the spiritual sword couldn't get rid of it.

He used his divine sense, and he could easily sweep over the iron finger every time, and he didn't notice the slightest abnormality, it was a real mysterious iron finger.

Did you guess wrong? This finger has a special meaning to the Taoist priest?

Qin Sang's eyebrows gradually wrinkled, he still didn't believe it, the Taoist Jiupao would carry an ordinary finger to Desperate World.

Suddenly, Qin Sang's heart moved, turning over his fingers, staring at the rust inside the fingers, and then probed out the rust, carefully inspecting the rust.

He is very careful, not letting go of any corner.

After a while, Qin Sang's expression moved slightly, his spiritual consciousness seemed to touch a certain node, and with a ‘boom’, he entered a chaotic space.

Unexpectedly, before Qin Sang had time to perceive what this place was, a dazzling divine light suddenly appeared in the space. The body of the divine light was actually a knife, slashing towards Qin Sang's divine consciousness at an astonishing speed.

In an instant, Dao Mang was close at hand.

Qin Sang reacted extremely quickly and hurriedly withdrew his divine sense, but unexpectedly, the sword light flew out of the iron finger, following the trajectory of the divine sense, slashing Qin Sang!

The slender blade light, but with extreme sharpness, almost shocked Qin Sang in a cold sweat.

There was a thunder.

Qin Sang subconsciously threw away his iron finger, turned into a sword light, displayed sword energy and thunder sound, and instantly escaped several feet away, and then he got rid of the sword light.

He looked at the iron pan's fingers with a complicated expression.

The breath of Dao Mang obviously belonged to the Taoist Qiupao, this is the spiritual restriction that Taoist Qiupao left in the iron pan's fingers, although he has died, the restriction is still there.

Except for the Taoist priest, everyone who touched the restraint on the iron pan's finger would be chased by the sword.

Picking up the iron pan's fingers again, Qin Sang was already prepared, and after testing several times, he found that the power of the iron pan's ban was not so strong that it could not be cracked.

After all, it is a matter of no owner, the Taoist Jiubao is dead, and it does not have to be stronger than the Taoist Jiubao to crack it.

It's just that Qin Sang definitely can't do it now.

Unable to break the restriction, Qin Sang couldn't be sure of the effect of the iron pull finger, but the chaotic space gave him a very familiar feeling, somewhat similar to a bag of mustard seeds.

Can iron fingers also be used for storage?

Qin Sang secretly thought, if the iron finger is a powerful magic weapon, the Taoist priest must have used it to deal with him long ago. This possibility is very high.

So to speak... The wealth of the Taoist priest is in the iron finger!

Qin Sang's eyes were bright, and Ji Wu's mustard bag was destroyed by the last explosion. He thought that the mustard bag of Taoist Jiupao was also destroyed, but he didn't expect another harvest.

Regardless of the treasures inside, the iron finger itself is much more secretive than the mustard bag.

Unfortunately, it can't be opened!

Qin Sang regretted it. With the strength of the ban on his fingers, he estimated that he would have to wait until he broke through the golden core to open it. You can't ask others to help with this kind of thing.

However, Qin Sang felt that the Taoist Jiubao might not have much good things left.

He became a bereavement dog, and he was pursued and killed by Yuan Zhaomen for so many years. After so many years, he finally waited for Yuan Zhaomen to relax before he could survive for a few years.

Moreover, the Taoist priest himself did not dare to show up, so he could only tell his subordinates to move around.

The four Demon Flame Envoys under his hand were one minded with him, Yin Yan was killed by himself early, leaving only one Ji Wu.

During this period of time, the Taoist priests in the dove shrouded in the dark, not only to heal the wounds, but also to repair the ten-point Yamaha banner, no matter how rich they are, they can't stand the consumption.

In this battle, the performance of the Taoist priests also illustrates this point. From the beginning to the end, he only took out a ten-square Yama flag to support the scene.

Thinking of the Shifang Yamaro banner, Qin Sang put away his iron fingers, stood up and swept around, and found the Shifang Yamaro banner of the Taoist priest in the mud.

Since then, three of the five strokes and ten square Yama flag passed down by the ancestors of Kuiyin fell into Qin Sang's hands.

The three major gold cores of the Kuiyin Sect were gone, and the masters of the late foundation building among the survivors were all in Qin Sang's hands.

It can be said that the inheritance of Kuiyin ancestor, the demon master of this generation, is completely cut off!

The face of this ten-square Yama flag was ripped apart by Feitian Yasha, but it didn't endanger the magic weapon and it was not difficult to repair.

But like Yu Hua's shot, it can only be done after Qin Sang consolidates his pill.

In the end, Qin Sang dragged his tired body to the front of the mountain wall and pulled out Feitian Yasha.

The limbs are twisted, there are countless wounds, and pale bone stubble can be seen everywhere.

The most serious is the location of the dantian, the sea of ​​Qi is almost destroyed, and the corpse pellets are full of cracks. Fortunately, the corpse pellets that fly to the sky have not been completely broken, and there is still a possibility of salvation.

Witnessing the tragic situation of Feitian Yasha with his own eyes, Qin Sang sighed lightly, and then felt a little grateful. This was a good result.

Refining the Flying Yaksha is too difficult, and Qin Sang is not sure about it again.

Feitian Yasha can recover, but it will take time.

If the corpse pill was damaged, Qin Sang could not help, and could only let Feitian Yacha self-cultivation. If you stay in the corpse puppet bag, this time may be very long.

I am afraid that it will be able to recover as quickly as possible by putting it in the depths of the sinkhole and absorbing the evil spirit of the earth at all times.

Qin Sang took a closer look, helped Feitian Yacha heal his skin wounds, and put the corpse into a puppet bag.

The corpse puppet bag was empty, with only two evil corpses in the middle of foundation construction.

This battle almost wiped out Qin Sang's family.

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The moon is in transit.

Hanshan City.

The gate of the Ji family ancestral shrine was closed, and only Ji Sheng, the head of the Ji family, was the only one.

The forbidden area was calm again, but everyone couldn't settle down, and they didn't dare to check the forbidden area. People were panicked. Ji Sheng forced them to return to the room for meditation and stay alone in the ancestral shrine.

The ancestral temple is quiet, and the candlelight burns quietly~www.readwn.com~ Ji Sheng sat withered, his turbid eyes staring at the ancestor's spiritual position, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, there was a wind on the ground.

The candlelight flickered and dimmed for a while.

Ji Sheng suddenly turned his head, and was shocked to find that there was a corpse refining behind him.

"I am Ji Wu's deceased before his death, and had received Ji Wu's help. This corpse has the strength to build a foundation, and it can be given to the Ji family to ensure the stability of the Ji family for several generations."

When Ji Sheng finished reading, these handwritings were distorted and disappeared out of thin air.

Ji Sheng's eyes widened, suddenly got up, and dashed out of the ancestral hall.

But I saw the moon shower outside the atrium.

Starry sky.

There is not a single figure.

"My son..."

Facing the forbidden ground, Ji Sheng knelt to the ground ‘bang’, wet the stone steps with a drop of turbid tears.