Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"Master, there are really good things down here!"

"Hehe, you kid, if you play tricks on us this time, I promise you won't see the sun tomorrow."

"Don't dare, don't dare, Lord Dog, our little life is all in your hands, how dare you say yes."

At the top of Mount Tai, due to the times, this once tourist sacred site has been seldom traced. After a hundred years of artificial development, the scenic spots have been restored to the original jungle landform.

In the dense forests of the mountains, a group of people in martial arts costumes, everyone is holding hot weapons and firearms, one of them is holding a wooden handle, a man with a delicate scabbard and a long sword with his eyes closed and leaning against one another. A big green Panasonic, a master style.

Not far away, there was an old man sitting on a sophisticated instrument with pipes all over his body. He could live because of the constant flow of liquid in that instrument.

In front of the old man, there was a dark-skinned man with a gun to his head, laughing.

He was sweating profusely, pointing his fingers in front of him, which was covered by vines, but he could barely see a dark cave inside, speaking hard.

"Master Gou, you have to believe me this time, just give me 10,000 courage, we dare not lie to you, Master Gou, who doesn't know you..."

But before he finished his words, the old man smiled gloomily: "Little third son, you don't have to give the old man my tongue. I know your background, your family, for generations to live by digging tombs, all Everyone thinks you are some tomb thieves who can’t get to the table."

"But the third son, I don't want to hide it from you. I spent my entire life finding your Feng family line for the purpose of keeping the secret of your clan for generations."

"Secret..." The dark-skinned man's complexion changed slightly, and he said with a dry smile: "Master Gou, what do you mean by this? What secrets can we have? The only strange feature is this surname, ha ha, Lord Gou, don't be fooled by the nonsense outside. Poor peasants of my lineage are also fake to talk about tomb robbery. I don't dare to do anything illegal."

"Feng's family line, five thousand years ago, there was a surname Feng ancestor, who passed down the magic method of immortals, and after cultivation, he can stand and become immortals, and he will live forever!" The old man suddenly interrupted the man's words, his expression cold.

"Master Gou, do you believe this? If our family has this ancestor, then we won't be able to climb the high branch of the gods? Don't say what ancestors passed the law, you said that my ancestors have robbed the tomb of several generations I recognize, then Isn’t it forced by the times to have enough food to find a way to survive?"

"But I don't dare to recognize this awesome ancestor, absolutely not, absolutely not." The man shook his head repeatedly and laughed at himself.

"The three musts of the mausoleum, the heaven, the land, and the people."

Fengtian! manor! Seal people!

This! These are the three must have been handed down from generation to generation by the ancestors of the Feng family!

It is absolutely impossible for outsiders to know that the Feng family will be abbot by the patriarch since their birth, and they will swear a **** oath that they will never reveal the three mausoleums in this life, and they will not reveal the Feng family's secrecy in front of outsiders.

How did he know? !

At that moment, a chill flashed in the dark-skinned man's eyes.

But it only disappeared in a flash. Then, he resumed his solitary appearance, and said with a smile: "Master Dog, you are really joking. I can't understand what you said is so mysterious."

"Haha." The old man who was called by the man as the dog master didn't talk nonsense, just waved back.

The man who leaned against the Daqing Panasonic with his sword in his arms walked up blankly, reached out his hand and touched the storage bag around his waist, and suddenly a dozen **** heads appeared on the ground!

Yes, it is the head!

At that moment, the face of the dark-skinned man suddenly changed.

His relatives!

His sister!

His mother!

he……

"You!" A pair of eyes suddenly became bloodthirsty and flushed. At that moment, the man's body was no longer weak, and replaced by an extremely fierce energy rising up, but it was only a moment. A long sword shining like a snowflake touched his throat!

It's too fast, it's almost to the point where the man can't react at all.

S-rank warrior!

And it's absolutely top-notch!

"Hehe, the third son, I'm not telling you anything. I've been here no less than ten times, the old man in this place, and every time there is one of you to seal the family to lead the way, you are the 17th."

"Kill? You killed my tribe?" Even if the long sword held it back, the man did not show any timidity. After the previous disguise was removed, he seemed to be a different person, and his eyes seemed bloodthirsty. Staring at the old man like a wild dog.

"Kill? Naturally you want to kill, because you are disobedient. A disobedient dog is not a good dog. What's more, you still want to lure the master into a dog that pits you into a desperate situation. You are a little third. Can you kill? "The old man said lightly.

Hearing the words, the man took a deep breath.

"I didn't lie to you, this place is indeed the resting place of my family's ancestors. There must be treasures in it. The purpose is to protect the ancestors' tombs."

"Yes, you didn't lie to me, this place is right, but you little wild dog is not sincere, old man, I have searched for the opportunity of the immortal path for half my life, isn't it just to become immortal and to live forever? But you guys The Feng family wanted to trick me into death. You said you didn't lie to me?"

"If you don't understand the three majesty of the tomb, whoever enters and who will die, do you live as a dog when I am so old?"

"Go in! Open the way for me, use the law of your clan, open the way!" The old man said in an unquestionable tone.

How could the man in front of him whose throat was held by the sword's edge not knowing how his tribe died?

How can we move in the land of our ancestors!

I can't die!

The descendants of the next generation are not shameful, the skills are not good, but the patriarchal law cannot be violated!

The man's face suddenly became calm and watery, and he said faintly: "Kill, I am dead here. I can't blame anyone. I only blame Lao Tzu for not being good at learning arts, but for holding Jinshan but not learning. The dog in Kailing must be killed if you want to kill it.

As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly turned around, like a hungry wolf, avoided the sword's edge, and rushed straight towards the old man.

However, the sword's edge was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, he pierced into his back with a pop, and the powerful true energy and strength directly crushed the man to the ground and nailed it to the ground!

He struggled hard and looked up, but he could only see the old man's shoes.

"The wild dog is the wild dog. Do you think you are the legendary Xia Yan? You want to kill people across the border? Ha ha, how many Xia Yan can there be in this world?"

"Oh?"

"Are you calling me?"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, a flat voice suddenly rang behind everyone.

As if it were ghosts, no one had noticed his movement beforehand!

At that moment, the man with the long sword in his arms suddenly turned around and looked behind everyone in an incredible way.

Everyone quickly turned around, but when they turned around, only half of their bodies had just turned around.

Without warning, these people exploded into blood mist out of thin air!

died!

An instant kill!

There was only one man who was nailed to the ground with a long sword struggling to raise his head. In his eyes, there appeared a handsome young man wearing a white shirt that looked like a fairy in the legend.

"I am so special, you are really a steel plate, whoever kicks and kills!"

"No, no, no, boss, you are a titanium alloy steel plate!" The man with a mouthful of mud and blood still mixed in his mouth, even if he shot the most sincere flattery of his life.