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(In the wrong place, Pluto was imprisoned on the 15th floor and written on the 17th floor. It's been too long. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. It has been modified.)

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The monks of the Zhenyuan ancient tribe stared at Zhang Ruochen in unison, revealing a look of tension and expectation.

Do more advanced blood-sucking spells really exist?

If it exists, it will undoubtedly be a weapon against the undead blood race. It is a strong man like Baixian Shenzi. I am afraid that they will have to watch the wind and run away, and never dare to step into the territory of the ancient town of Zhenyuan.

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment, took out the seal of "Dashengzhen Blood Talisman", and passed it to Shi Qiankun.

"Surely there are more advanced blood-staining charms."

"It's great. With the blood-suppressing amulet, we can suppress it with as many masters as the undead."

The monks of the Zhenyuan ancient tribe were all excited and rejoicing.

Shi Qiankun carefully took the rune mark of the Dasheng-level town amulet, and felt quite surprised. Could the realm of the nine steps of the sacred king, even the undead blood of the Dasheng state, use a rune to suppress it?

Shi Qiankun's obsessive observation, at the beginning, his face still had a touch of joy, but as time passed, the joy disappeared and his expression gradually became dignified.

The **** rune of Dasheng level is quite complicated, and the rune is mysterious.

Some of the textures are based on Shi Qiankun's runes. They all feel that they are reading heavenly books. Some of them are difficult to understand.

"Wow--"

Shi Qiankun used his finger as a pen to sketch runes in the air.

After more than a dozen attempts, they all ended in failure.

Shi Ren saw Shi Qiankun's forehead with a lot of sweat, his eyes filled with bloodshot, and quickly awakened Shi Qiankun who was immersed in the rune: "Father, don't be too persistent, wake up quickly."

Shi Qiankun shuddered all over, then exhaled a long breath, and finally looked away from the rune face.

He rubbed his temples and sighed: "My mental strength is not strong enough, I'm afraid I can't draw the blood sign of the Great Holy Town, and I'm so ashamed."

"Patriarch, your mental strength reaches level 57, isn't it strong enough?" Elder Xuanfeng said.

Shi Qiankun shook his head and handed the seal to Shi Ren, saying, "Ren Er, your mental strength is more than that of your father. You try?"

Shi Ren took the rune and tried, but still ended in failure.

"The **** runes of Dasheng-level town are too esoteric! Each striped road on the surface is like a river of tens of thousands of miles. It is already difficult to draw a river of tens of thousands of miles on a small rune surface. Ascending to the heaven. Not to mention, tens of millions of rivers must be painted together on the Fulu face. Difficult, too difficult, it is estimated that only the spiritual strength saint can do it. Moreover, the spiritual strength saint must also be Fu Road, only with deep attainments. "Shi Ren even sighed.

The atmosphere of the sword tomb palace became heavy.

Shi Qiankun said: "If my father was built, maybe I can try it."

Shi Qiankun's father, named Shi Mingyuan, was also the old patriarch of the Zhenzhen ancient clan.

Two hundred years ago, Shi Mingyuan entered the fifteenth floor of the Ghost Dungeon and slammed into the realm of martial saints. Initially, the expected retreat time is three years.

However, two hundred years later, Shi Mingyuan did not step out of the fifteenth floor of the ghost dungeon, most of which was fierce.

Although two hundred years ago, Shi Mingyuan's martial realm was only a half-step holy king.

However, his mental strength is unfathomable, and he is a character who can talk with Wu Zun, the owner of Wushi Qianzhuang. Shi Mingyuan is not the first person in Kunlun Realm to accomplish the accomplishments of Fufa, and he can definitely enter the top three.

Shi Ren said slightly, "Father, our cultivation was too low in the past, and we dare not go to the 15th floor of the Ghost Dungeon to find Grandpa. With our current strength, maybe we can try it."

With his eyes fixed, Shi Qiankun stood up and paced back and forth in the sword tomb palace, as if he had any other concerns.

In fact, he had long thought of going to the 15th floor of the ghost dungeon. However, the fifteenth floor held the great fierce Pluto, who had once troubled the Kunlun realm, so this matter has been stranded.

Shi Ren quickly said, "Father don't hesitate any more. If Grandpa is not dead and he is trapped in the 15th floor dungeon, we can just rescue his old man. Besides, we are not fighting alone. Brother Zhang and his friends, also Will help us. "

Zhang Ruochen had the idea of ​​entering the dungeon. Naturally, he would not miss this opportunity, and suddenly stood up and said, "The junior is having an unforgiving invitation. I hope the prehistoric will agree."

"What kind of mercy please?" Shi Qiankun asked.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Is Baodi Lie, the third disciple of Ming Emperor, imprisoned in a dungeon?"

Shi Qiankun shook his head and said, "I'm not quite sure about this matter. You can only get the answer by asking the three major wardens in the ghost dungeon. Although the ancient people of Zhenyuan are guarding the ghost dungeon, the person in charge directly is the warden And jailer. "

The dungeon has been guarded by the four wardens.

However, when the Qingtian Blood Emperor attacked the Zhenzu ancient clan, he killed one of its wardens. Now, there are only three remaining.

Under the leadership of Shi Qiankun, Zhang Ruochen and others went to the depths of Jianzhu and came to the bottom of a turtle-shaped stone mountain.

Shishan, the whole body is dark, as high as a hundred feet, the surface is smooth like a mirror.

It is better to say that it is a rock mountain than a black boulder buried in the ground.

"This is the entrance to the dungeon!" Shi Qiankun said.

"Entrance? Where is the entrance?"

Xiang Chunan walked to the bottom of the stone mountain, and slapped his palm on the smooth stone wall, looking for the secret path of the institution and the like.

The ground, the stone wall, grows two golden leaves, which are as big as a fan.

Two leaves flew up, like a golden butterfly, appearing above Xiang Chunan's head.

"Wow! What the **** is this and where did it come from?"

Xiang Chunan gave a strange scream, punched out with one palm, and thick palm force bombarded two gold leaves.

"Oh!"

Inside the two gold leaves, a layer of golden light emerges, and the light curtain is intertwined with tens of thousands of sacred rules, resisting the power of Xiang Chunan, and shocking him backwards.

Shi Qiankun blocked Xiang Chunan's body and saluted his fist, saying, "Master Jinye Prison, please put away the holy art. He is not an enemy, but a friend of the ancient people of Zhenyuan."

"Warden?"

Xiang Chunan's eyes widened and he felt incredible.

Two tree leaves can also be a warden?

Zhang Ruochen also moved his heart and carefully observed the two golden leaves. I saw that the heart of the two leaves was actually a small person. That person was about the size of a thumb.

Two leaves grow on his back.

"It's a golden leaf maggot, which has been grown for at least 100,000 years." Givenchy's heart spoke to Zhang Ruochen.

The gold leaf maggot opened his mouth and inhaled the golden light into the abdomen without continuing to attack Xiang Chunan.

Immediately afterwards, two other wardens appeared one after another, all plants, a pink flower and a green-skinned melon.

Seeing the three wardens, Zhang Ruochen frowned, and with them, could he guard the dungeon that held countless murderers and beasts?

The wonderful young man flew to Zhang Ruochen's shoulder and whispered, "Why is it not reliable?"

Zhang Ruochen remained calm and said: "At least ... at least their cultivation is still very strong, and each has the strength of a strong Taoist."

"With them, can you watch the Hades?" The wonderful little man kept shaking his head.

"Wow--"

The stone wall of Shishan flashed again, and a bald old man came out, wearing a gray official robe, with an ancient "died" printed on his chest.

The bald old man's face was full of age spots, his eyes were awkward, and he seemed to be a little unstable.

"Willn't this jailer in the dungeon?" Xiang Chunan said.

"Yes, old ... my husband is a dungeon ... the only jailer."

The bald old man looked up, and it seemed that he hadn't seen what Xiang Chunan was standing on, and smiled at a small stone urn on the right side of Xiang Chunan.

The wonderful little Taoist took a sigh of coolness and said again: "Zhang Ruochen, the gods of Kunlun and the monks of the ancient prison of the ancient prison, are really big-hearted, and actually let such an old goods be a jailer, or only jailer.

The bald old man seemed to hear the voice of the wonderful little man, staring at Murong Yue standing beside Zhang Ruochen, and smiled kindly: "The ghost dungeon is too strong, and the prisoners inside can't escape at all, so they are all individuals. Can be a jailer. "

Shi Qiankun's eyes flashed a strange look, went forward, bowed to the bald old man, and said, "Empty old, so many years have passed, you have not changed at all."

The bald old man said to Shi Ren, who stood beside Shi Qiankun, "Do you think the old man should die?"

Shi Qiankun said: "No, how dare the younger generation."

The old man in front of him looked like an ordinary person, without any energy fluctuations. However, Shi Qiankun met him two hundred years ago. At that time, he was no different from now.

Shi Qiankun's father, Shi Mingyuan, once said that when he was a child, he also saw the empty old, and then the old empty is what it is now.

Therefore, Shi Qiankun suspects that the empty old man is not a human at all, but is a plant like the four wardens, so he has a very long life.

Shi Qiankun said: "Elderly empty, a sword-holder of the ancient prison town, I want to ask your elderly one thing."

"Swordman? Which swordman?" Konglao asked.

"The eighteenth generation sword holder Zhang Ruochen has seen his predecessors."

Zhang Ruochen came to Kong Lao's body and saluted him with his fists.

Kong Lao worked hard to widen his eyes, stared at Murong Yue next to Zhang Ruochen, and stretched out a trembling hand, saying: "Take out the towering sword and let me see."

"This ... The junior sword juniors are deposited elsewhere ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ not carried with them." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Kong Lao lowered his head again, a little disappointed, and then asked, "What do you want to ask?"

"About eight hundred years ago, did Princess Chi Yao of the Chi Qingyang Empire **** a creature called Leopard Lie into a dungeon?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"800 years, so long, how do you remember Qing? The old man helped you check it, maybe there is a record."

Kong Lao reached into his arms, and found a mud pot, which was planted with a silver fairy ball, with sharp needles, emitting nine circles of silver brilliance.

"No, no, wrong!"

The empty veteran stuffed the mud pot back into the prison robe and continued to explore again.

When Shi Qiankun saw the fairy ball, he jumped on his eyelids and recognized it. It was the silver thorn warden who had died in the hands of Qingtian Blood Emperor. It was planted in a mud pot, apparently alive.