In the inexplicable valley, a ten thousand golden centipede in the distance is exhaling immortal energy. After thousands of years of cultivation, it will soon condense the golden core and turn into a demon, able to embark on the path of practice.

A gold brick suddenly fell from the air and hit the centipede's forehead on the spot.

Splashing blood, a plump figure, peeking out of the clouds, grabbed the centipede inner alchemy, and at the same time, smiling wooden people fell from the air and began to decompose the centipede.

"Good, good, good!"

The fat "Ranxiu" stretched his head out of the cloud, glanced again, and saw light rising again in the distance. Obviously it was an immortal grass, and in Qibao Mountain, the baby was really young and old.

"Wow!"

One by one wooden people, carrying the corpse of the centipede, disappeared into the clouds.

Just beside the centipede's fall, the left thirteenth and Miao Hecui in the woods were all in the veins, concealedly raised their heads, and slowly emerged from the ground.

"How come these casual cultivators are all human fairyland? What was that just now?"

The thirteen from the left was very low-key. Just half an hour ago, the thirteen from the left looked for the fragments of the mountain god, and went all the way to the place where Miao Hecui dreamed, only to meet this fat casual cultivator.

The lines of both sides have been the same, this slightly fat casual cultivator is actually a top-grade immortal, with a very strong cultivation base. And this fat man, just as low-key as the thirteenth from the left, attacked in the clouds.

On that golden brick, six monster beasts were shot dead, and a group of people were encountered, and all of them were killed. The battle of the immortal cultivator is completely exhausted and merciless.

"Big brother, how do I know, the route he walks is the same as us, he won't find the red gourd, right?"

"No way?"

There was no way for the thirteenth from the left, who made him unable to Yukong, the fat man was hiding in the clouds and developing wretchedly.

"As long as you see the Calabash Temple, can you find the red gourd?"

"Dreams like this, but I always feel that it's too dangerous."

Miao Hecui was right. This time he didn't follow Zuo Shisan. If she were to come, even if she had eight dragonskin kerchiefs, she wouldn't be able to find the red gourd.

"I feel dangerous too!"

The thirteenth from the left sank into the ground again and headed in this direction.

The fat man in the sky found the spirit grass again, and at the same time wooden people fell down and took the spirit grass away. At the same time, on the hillside in the distance, several casual repairmen appeared again.

"The ancient tomb is open, it seems that Yunluoren is also here?"

"Yunluo, don't pretend to be a casual cultivator all day long, who doesn't know, you are from the aspect?"

A cold and arrogant man, wearing a road armor, looked at the auspicious clouds above with disdain.

This man was also a high-grade person in Wonderland. He followed a hundred people behind him. These people all distributed powerful fairy artifacts and surrounded the center of this person.

"Jiang Baoyu?"

Among the clouds, the fat man finally manifested himself, looking displeased.

"Does it have anything to do with you? I can be a casual repairer, I will look for my baby, and you will be your giant.

Jiang Baoyu, the Jiang family in the heavens, is a well-known family of cultivating immortals. He was born as a bandit in the past. His ancestors followed the gods, cultivated the true fruit, passed down the Taoism, and formed the family of cultivating immortals.

Jiang Baoyu is a descendant of the 72nd generation. The Jiang family owns thirty-three mountains and is quite powerful. It is already comparable to the middle sect.

"Well, what you said, this time the ancient tomb broke out in the Calabash Temple, no matter who enters, it's all by chance."

"If you do insidious tricks with me, don't blame me for being rude!"

"haha okay!"

Yun Luo smiled "sincerely", who can believe it. Such a scene made Zuo Thirteen, who was hiding in the distance, his face gloomy.

"Gourd Temple, isn't the place of Red Gourd? How come it has become an ancient tomb?"

"Dreaming, no?"

Miao Hecui was also puzzled. In this situation, this ancient tomb attracted many monks' ideas.

Originally, the thirteenth from the left wanted to hide, and waited to follow everyone and walked towards the Calabash Temple. More and more people gathered around, and almost the entire valley was full of monks.

Of course, the thirteenth left still saw several disciples of the Heavenly King Shenzong here. These disciples occupied one position and looked forward.

Just in front of the valley, there was a ruin. Under the ruins, there was an ancient tomb with a swastika. The ground collapsed into a swastika, and in this ancient tomb, the light soared into the sky.

Not only that, some powerful people are using Heaven's Secret Technique to figure out who this ancient tomb belongs to?

"so many people?"

The thirteen from the left followed a group of casual cultivators. Just as he was about to ask something, he suddenly grabbed Miao Hecui with one hand.

"what are you doing?"

The thirteen from the left raised his hand to stop him, unexpectedly saw a wooden figure, smiling at the thirteen on the left, and after being stopped, he headed towards the direction of Yunluo.

"Good, good, good!"

Master Yunluo shook his head towards the thirteenth left, but he was mainly looking at Miao Hecui.

"Big brother, I didn't do anything?"

"Of course you didn't do anything, these wooden people are treasure hunters!"

The thirteenth from the left can also understand, the wooden man should have found the dragon stubby. There is a Qi word tactic on the left thirteen body, and the aura of convergence, these treasure hunters, can't find it at all.

"True Wonderland?"

"Come on, hand it over!"

In the crowd, Yun Luo hooked Miao He Cui directly, very happy.

"Why?"

The thirteenth from the left raised his hand, a golden light flashed on his waist, showing the token of Jin Jiazong.

"what?"

Master Yunluo glared at Zuo Shisan, then looked up at the sky, and said depressed, "The weather is good today, let's go!"

"This fat guy is too direct, right? I thought the Jinjiazong token would not work?"

Zuo Thirteen couldn't help but laugh, Master Yunluo was born in the Shenzong, but this face-changing skill is perfect. Even if the Jin Jiazong's power fell, on the bright side, no one would act on Shenzong's disciples.

Sure enough, some people around, seeing the thirteen tokens from the left, especially the disciple tokens passed on by themselves, all of them withdrew their attention.

"Master, what should I do?"

"This ancient tomb has obviously been opened, why didn't they go in?"

"Not opened at all!"

Zuo Thirteen shook his head, everything in front of him was an illusion, and this ancient tomb had its own formation. Some people are puzzled, but some of the strong here understand that they are waiting for the moment when the illusion dissipates.

"boom!"

Just as the left thirteenth finished speaking, the **** suddenly went out, and as it went out, I saw a crack cracked under the ground, and then a bronze coffin came out directly from the ground.

"The tomb is open!"

"Bronze coffin, do it!"

These powerful men moved towards the bronze coffin one after another, and at the same time, three ghosts suddenly rushed out of the bronze coffin. These three ghosts are actually three-headed dragon horses, ancient dragon horses, and the blood of sacred beasts.

"Long Mala coffin! This person is an ancient power!"

"The grave of the fairyland!"

"baby!"

Everyone roared and used various methods to move towards the bronze coffin one by one. In the sky, various immortal artifacts collided with each other, some of which were unable to cultivate, were affected by the immortal power, and vomited blood on the spot.