Chapter 967 Runaway in the Ancient Sea, Plundering Memories

Chapter 967: Looting Memories

"It seems that you are very loyal to Yao Wenwu. I don't know how important you are to him. If I use you as bait, will he be hooked?" Qin Ming squatted in front of him, thinking about what to do. Pry his mouth open.

"Forget it!" Luo Han felt a sharp pain in his soul and twitched a few times, but he would never be fooled by Qin Ming.

"You tell me where Yao Wenwu is, and I'll let you go."

"Hmph, do you believe me when I said he is at the headquarters of the Palace of Punishment?"

"You've been caught by me, can he still sit?" Qin Ming held the 'Son of Heaven' jade card in his hand, and said: "Since he gave you this thing, there must be some agreement between you, tell me ?”

"Bah, don't even think about it! Qin Ming, if you dare to act wildly on the territory of Zhutian Temple, I think you are courting death."

Buried Sea Ghost suddenly said: "I can plunder his memory within ten days."

Qin Ming raised his brows in surprise: "Pull the memory?"

"I'll come." The half-asleep head on the left of the golden lion raised its head, its eyes were cold and deep, like two deep pools with no bottom, and it walked towards Luo Han.

Luo Han stared at the golden lion vigilantly, struggling to back away.

The eyes on the left side of the golden lion's head suddenly froze, and the vertical pupils were slender like knives. It seemed that two invisible energies rushed out of them and crashed into Luo Han's eyes. Luo Han trembled slightly, and his expression immediately became dull.

Qin Ming looked at the golden lion curiously. The head on the left was relatively silent, giving off a gloomy feeling. The head on the right was raised high, with bright eyes and full of domineering arrogance. Do the completely different heads have different thoughts and abilities? I remember the first time I met the ghost buried in the sea, the golden lion had three heads, and it seemed that the last one would also have special abilities.

Qin Lan stretched in Qin Ming's inner pocket, rubbed her sleepy eyes, crawled out from the neckline, nimbly climbed onto Qin Ming's shoulders, and looked around with curious big eyes.

Buried Sea Ghost noticed her, she was pretty and petite, like an elf, with big eyes that were pure in spirit. "This is……"

Qin Lan tilted her head to look at the golden lion for a while, giggled, then disappeared, and appeared on the golden lion's high head in a blink of an eye, stepping on the golden scales with her little feet, and stretched out her hand to grab the thick flesh of its neck. Mane, babbling and talking to the golden lion.

The head on the right side of the golden lion turned its head to look at it. The golden light was so bright that it overwhelmed Qin Lan, wanting to check out the child.

"Wow..." Qin Lan looked at the golden light around her in amazement, and her beautiful little dress turned golden.

Qin Ming said: "The egg on Long Live Mountain."

With the calmness of Buried Ghost in the Sea, he was slightly moved, that egg? Qin Ming was really hatched!

"It's been almost three months since I came out. Except for being a little naughty, everything else is fine." Qin Ming looked at the cheerful and innocent little guy, and smiled knowingly. It has been three months, and he is still cute and cute, and there is no worry. , which made him relieved.

Buried Sea Ghost observed Qin Lan, bouncing on the back of the golden lion, charming and innocent, his eyes were like two jewels, black and pure, without any sign of danger. But what about the future? What will she look like when she grows up. "Have you decided to raise her?"

Qin Ming understood the worry of Buried Hai Youhun, and said with a light smile, "I can't bear to abandon her, so I can only keep her. As for the future... let's talk about it, I think that as long as I am strong enough, I will have a chance to control her." .”

Buried Sea Ghost didn't say much, the moment Qin Ming took her out of Long Live Mountain, the paper boat of fate had set sail again, and no one could stop it.

"Yao Wenwu is at the God's Burial Island!" The eyes on the left side of the golden lion's head regained clarity, and Luo Han sat on the ground as if collapsed, his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had suffered a serious illness.

"Where is the God Burying Island?"

"The Burying God Island is an important training ground for the Temple of Punishment, and it is only open to the disciples of the inner hall. There used to be an ancient tomb group, which drifted from the distant Heavenly Court Continent, and many powerful people were buried on it. Countless ashes, like snow, once caused a natural disaster after falling on the ancient sea. Later, the Palace of Punishing Heaven took control of that island, forcibly remodeled it, purified the evil spirit there, kept the ancient cemetery and restricted area, and began to bury their victims of the Palace of Punishing Heaven. Powerful. About two hundred years ago, the Palace of Punishing Heaven opened the God Burial Island to the disciples of the inner hall, allowing them to enter the training experience. The lucky ones could get the ancient inheritance, or the secret method of the martyrs who died in the Palace of Punishing Heaven.

It can be said that there are opportunities everywhere, but anyone who enters will gain something. Some people have even obtained the inheritance of the ancestors of the Heavenly Punishment Hall, and some have dug up ancient secret treasures. However, not every disciple of the inner hall can enter the God Burying Island casually. The decision is in the hands of the elders of the inner hall. Only those who perform very well are eligible to enter, and it will only be opened every three years. It is limited to about one hundred people, with different ages and realms. "

Qin Ming and Buried Hai Youhun exchanged glances, and they both saw a familiar light in each other's eyes.

Needless to say, hit it off!

"How long has Burial God Island been open this time?"

"The opening period is fifty days each time, and thirty days have passed by now."

"How far is it from here?"

"More than 1,500 miles."

"Is it inside the Palace of Punishment, or is it floating somewhere?"

"Eight hundred miles away from the Temple of Punishment, there is an ancient seabed stone forest. The terrain there is special and rich in crystals. It is a huge seabed mining area, which contains rich energy. The Hall of Punishment has set up a seal using the natural power there. The large formation suppresses the island of burying the gods, refines the murderous aura there, and maintains the bones of those buried martyrs. The seals there are very strong, and there are a large number of holy warriors guarding them. It is absolutely impossible to forcefully break in from the outside. There must be a special jade tablet in the hands of the elders of the inner hall."

"Is there any other way?"

"Emperor's Jade Plaque... that's fine too."

Qin Ming looked at the jade card in his hand and smiled, Yao Wenwu, Yao Wenwu, we will meet again!

"The strength of guarding Shengwu?" Buried Haiyouhun and Qin Ming thought of each other, chances everywhere? Inheritance of the ancestors of the Hall of Executioners? Ancient secret? Hehe, of course I want to go!

The golden lion shook his head: "There are both in the open and in the dark, the specifics are unknown. But the area of ​​the island is very large, more than two hundred miles in length and width."

"You...you..." Luo Han was weak and in a trance, but he knew that something big was about to happen. Every time it was opened there were genius-level figures in the inner hall of the Punishment Palace, and the bones of countless martyrs were also buried. Once these two lunatics who don't pay much attention to the Temple of Punishment break into the God Burying Island, what will happen? disaster! An unimaginable catastrophe!

"Did you find the location from his memory?" Qin Ming grabbed Qin Lan and put it on his shoulder regardless of the little guy's objection.

The golden lion didn't talk nonsense, and slapped Luo Han to death with one paw, and rushed into the vast sea tide carrying the ghost of the sea of ​​burial. Qin Ming followed closely behind, and went straight to the island of the god of burial, more than 1,500 miles away.