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Deep underground, this is directly below the rockery in the small courtyard of Second Highness Song Zhen.

There is a long underground passage connected here, leading to the deep underground.

Anyone who is knowledgeable will know that this excavation method is clearly a method of tomb robbery!

The underground passage is extremely spacious and not dark. There are some night pearls placed on the two walls, illuminating the passage.

At this time, Song Zhen was at the end of this mysterious underground passage.

A huge bronze gate appeared in front of him!
Song Zhen twirled the jade wrench on his thumb, with a hesitant expression, as if he was a little uneasy.

After a long time, he seemed to have made some decision, turned the jade finger on his thumb, and the white jade finger was suddenly stained with ink.

That ink-colored fangs and claws seemed to have an evil spirit sealed inside it!
Song Zhen's expression turned violent, and he pressed the jade finger on the simple and mysterious bronze door.

Yingyu is printed on the left on the bronze door, and Qiongqi is printed on the right.

When the jade finger was pressed up, the eyes of the strange beast on the door seemed to light up for a moment, and a mysterious aura enveloped Song Zhen, pulling his soul into the door.

At the same time, in an unknown space far away, in a ruined temple, an old monk with yellow teeth was digging his feet, watching an old dragon writhing in pain in front of him.

I don't know how many years this dragon has lived, and its cultivation is also bottomless. In this sea area, no creature dared to approach it before, but now there is a ruined temple floating on the sea!
It failed to transform into a dragon, and Lei Jie shattered half of its newly formed horns, and also shattered its half-molted dragon scales.

It roared loudly, dark clouds billowed in the sky, and a thunderbolt fell, striking precisely on its only remaining half dragon horn.

The old dragon roared, and the sea set off huge waves. Accompanied by the violent storm, the old dragon kept rolling, refusing to bow to fate, and was about to transform into a successful form.

The torrential rain flowed in through the holes in the roof of the ruined temple, and hit the face of the half Buddha statue entwined by tree roots tick-tock.

The old monk scratched his feet, and in the other hand he held an iron skewer on the barbed wire, on which a fish was strung.

Seeing that the old Jiao didn't give in, the old monk grinned and said, "What are you struggling for? You're already at the end of your lifespan. If you don't want to leave a whole body, I'd like to try grilling Jiaolong on skewers, or the next time I see that kid, I won't be able to beat him!"

The dragon scales evolved from Jiaolong's body exploded, and it roared and glanced at the old monk lying at the entrance of the ruined temple. The dragon's tail came at the ruined temple with supreme supernatural powers.

"boom!"

The sky was bombarded by sea water, but not a single thatch was blown away from the ruined temple.

The lantern-sized eyes of the old flood dragon were full of horror, and he said through voice transmission: "Who are you?!"

Its life expectancy is numbered, it has lived in this world for too long, if it does not fight for a while, its energy and blood will be exhausted, it will have no chance again.

The moment it crossed the catastrophe, a ruined temple suddenly appeared in this endless sea, floating in the sea strangely!

At this moment, it failed to cross the tribulation, but it seemed that it had just seen a corner of the world, remembered some terrible legend, and wanted to ask the other party's name unwillingly.

The old monk grinned, scratched his head with the hand that picked his feet, and said with a smile, "Who is this old man?"

The expression on the old monk's face suddenly froze, as if he asked himself with some doubts: "Who is it? Xie Bi'an?"

Then he said with a smile: "It's still Fan Wujiu, I can't remember clearly."

The old Jiao's energy and blood were almost dry, and half of the condensed dragon balls also shattered, completely piercing its body.

Its soul escaped from its own body, but met a thunderbolt, trying to wipe it out.

The old monk stopped watching the theater, and took out a black token from his tattered clothes. There was a simple bronze door printed on the token, but there was a somewhat blurred word on the front.

This token emitted a black light, which reached the old Jiao's soul faster than the Heavenly Tribulation, and absorbed the Heavenly Tribulation's thunder!
The black light was like a chain, tightly entangled the soul of Lao Jiao, and finally sealed it into the token.

The old monk put away the token, and stretched out his hand to attract the old Jiao's body.

The old Jiao has a body of hundreds of feet, and is a real giant.

But in the hands of the old monk, it slowly shrank to the size of a small snake.

The old monk danced happily, and strung the shrunken body of the old Jiao on the iron sign, proudly said: "Next time I let that kid brag with me, I have to leave a dragon tendon for him as evidence, let him take a good look!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly turned serious, looked in one direction, gritted his yellow teeth and said, "Someone wants to open the door? Hehe"

The old monk stretched out his hand and frowned: "Why are you like that kid? Can't figure out the secret?"

Taking off his shoes, the old monk poured out a copper coin and threw it into the air.

When the copper coin fell to the ground, the old monk stared at it carefully, then grinned and said, "Anyway, I gave that brand to that kid! Haha! I don't care about it!"

Not long after, a fire was lit in the temple, and a small snake was roasting on the fire.

Guiyan Temple gradually disappeared with the ups and downs of the sea, as if it had gone to the next place of death.

"Don't take burdens and don't think about life. Don't be a woodcutter and don't ask the boatman"

The old monk's singing wafted intermittently, but Guiyan Temple had disappeared.

The second prince walked out of the secret passage, the expression on his face has returned to normal, and the jade wrench finger in his hand has also returned to its white appearance.

No one knew that directly below their Daliang Imperial Capital was the dragon vein of the entire Daliang.

Countless royal dragon spirits gather here to bless the prosperity of the country and the peace of the country and the people.

But this dragon vein has a special function.

A few years ago, he inadvertently broke into the depths of the imperial tomb during an ancestor worship activity, so he saw some ancient and secret records.

The Great Liang Longmai turned out to be just one part of a shocking formation!
And the existence of suppression is beyond his imagination.

After flipping through countless ancient books, he finally found a description of the existence below the great formation in the vast sea of ​​ancient books.
As long as he gets the help of those existences, let alone be the king of Liang, he is confident even if he can unify the entire Dongzhou!
"Shadow Demon, has the investigation been clear?"

A black shadow surged, and then turned into a human form and said: "Then Li Nanbei is the owner of the shop in Tiansheng City."

Song Zhen's eyes turned cold, he didn't expect it to be the owner of the shop that ruined his good deed last time!

No wonder I heard that Song Ren bought a store that was supposed to be an auction house, and it turned out to be reserved for him!

"Shadow Demon, go and have some fun for Gu. Now that kid is in the limelight, don't let anyone find out!"

A gust of wind blew up, and a cloud of dust flew up into the sky. In this courtyard, it seemed that someone had left.

Song Zhen lightly turned the finger on his thumb, although the vague will emanating from those existences required him to complete other tasks.

But his hatred for Li Nanbei was too fierce, it was because of that boy that Juxianzhuang, which he had painstakingly managed, became a joke!
This kid must pay the price!