"My dear grandson, give up struggling. From now on, let Grandpa and I live in your place. With your physical talent, within five thousand years, becoming an immortal is not a problem at all."

The weird smile on Jin Zhengye's face also accelerated the rate of erosion.

"Do not!"

After Jin Wenbin listened, he was unwilling to be taken away like this and struggled violently, but the effect was not great.

"My dear grandson, haven't you found out yet?"

Jin Wenbin's soul was clenched, and he did not answer Jin Zhengye's question.

But suddenly, Jin Wenbin smelled a strange scent. After the whole person smelled this strange scent, the remaining spirits began to be out of control, and his body was weakened, and the spirits invasion against Jin Zhengye became even weaker.

"This strange fragrance...could it be!!!"

Jin Wenbin's face changed drastically, and he thought of something.

"Yes, this is the ghost fragrance. Once the monk smells this fragrance, the power of the soul will decrease, and he cannot control his physical body. It cannot be recovered in a short time. Even the strong of the Mahayana period will be attracted by smelling it. Grandson, really, you still gave up, and grandpa will live on your behalf in the future."

After that, the speed of Jin Zhengye's soul invasion broke out with all strength.

Ah ah ah! ! !

With the passage of time, Jin Wenbin's spirit was continuously swallowed by Jin Zhengye, and finally at the twentieth minute, Jin Wenbin's spirit was completely swallowed by Jin Zhengye.

Jin Zhengye successfully seized Jin Wenbin. This kind of seizure was to eat Jin Wenbin's spirit. In other words, even if the immortal Da Luo came, it could not be reversed, and Jin Wenbin was completely wiped out.

At this time, outside the secret room, Yang Fan frowned because he heard the screams made by Jin Wenbin before he died.

"Did something happen to Jin Wenbin?"

Yang Fan had a bad feeling.

After more than ten minutes, Jin Wenbin and Jin Zhengye walked out of the secret room. Only at the first glance, Yang Fan noticed Jin Wenbin's abnormality.

This kind of abnormal feeling can't be said.

The two came to the center of the first floor. Without saying anything, Jin Wenbin waved his big hand, and saw the resurrected statue of Jin Jongye fly over the dragon chair on the second floor again, and then a trace of spirit within Jin Jongye flew there, no , To be precise, it should be back to Jin Wenbin.

Just when Yang Fan was puzzled, Jin Wenbin closed his eyes and looked up at the top of the tomb, even with both hands, taking a deep breath.

"Finally, my Jin Zhengye is resurrected! This body, this flesh body, and the talent of this flesh body are really wonderful!"

"Jin Zhengye?"

Not far away, Yang Fan thought in his heart, probably already thinking of the matter.

"Taking home!"

Yang Fan shook his head and felt sad for Jin Wenbin in his heart.

If a person is seized, it is almost impossible for the original soul to recover.

To be honest, Yang Fan’s impression of Jin Wenbin is pretty good. He is very talented. It will not be difficult for him to become a fairy in the future. It’s a pity...

Jin Wenbin stood stupidly for a long time.

Gradually, Jin Wenbin opened his eyes. After Jin Zhengye swallowed Jin Wenbin's soul, the bottleneck of Jin Wenbin's mid-integration cultivation base began to loosen, and the realm was moving towards the late integration.

Jin Wenbin sat on the ground with his knees crossed and meditated on the spot to consolidate his cultivation.

About ten more hours later, Jin Wenbin stopped and slowly got up, with golden light in his eyes.

"It's time to leave."

Jin Wenbin said to himself.

After speaking, Jin Wenbin took out pieces of funerary objects in the third layer of his coffin.

Taking his own funeral goods by himself, Jin Wenbin found it funny.

In this way, Jin Zhengye, who succeeded in taking away Jin Wenbin, began his journey of becoming immortal, just as he entered the passage leading to the outside of the tomb.

Quiet! The interior of the tomb was as silent as death, with only the sound of Yang Fan breathing.

Yang Fan didn't move, beware that Jin Zhengye still has a back hand.

After another two days, Yang Fan withdrew the secret formation, and the air was filled with a stinky smell, which came out of the third layer of coffin.

"Unexpectedly, Jin Wenbin was actually taken away."

Yang Fan sighed. He came to the third layer of coffin directly underneath. There, Yang Fan, by virtue of the system, clearly knew that there was a huge energy underneath.

"System, what should I do?"

Yang Fan said to the system in his heart.

"Ding! Just touch the dragon vein with your hand."

The cold warning sound of the system sounded.

"The system, will it be exposed? If Jin Jianhua finds out, I might not even be able to run away from his later Mahayana cultivation base."

"Ding! Remind the host that after absorbing enough dragon veins, Jin Jianhua will respond, suggesting that the host arrange a formation to temporarily block it to gain time to escape."

Yang Fan's eyes lit up and praised the power and intelligence of the system.

"just..."

Yang Fan also thought of Jin Jianhua's powerful cultivation base, but also able to control the entire imperial tomb, I am afraid that ordinary formations can't stop it.

It's just that the time limit for the qualification certificate of the 9th rank array mage has expired. So it took another thousand points to reactivate the 9th-level array mage with the time limit, which made Yang Fan feel a pain.

"Everything is to become stronger."

Yang Fan comforted himself like this.

"Panlong Bahuang Formation!"

Yang Fan bought some props for the formation in the system mall, which cost more than a thousand points.

Panlong Bahuang Formation is a nine-level defensive formation, which is very troublesome to arrange.

It took Yang Fan a full day to successfully complete the arrangement, even if Yang Fan is a ninth-level array mage, the energy consumed is not small.

"So, let's start now."

Yang Fan carefully broke through the barriers on the ground.

Click!

The formation restriction level on the ground was not high. With Yang Fan's own ninth-level formation mage, it was easily broken. The formation restriction made a burst of crackling noises. After a while, the formation restriction was directly broken.

At the same time, outside the imperial tomb, Jin Jianhua was watching every move of the princes on the light curtain.

But suddenly, Jin Jianhua noticed that a formation inside the imperial tomb seemed to be malfunctioning, and he frowned.

"Is it my illusion?"

Jin Jianhua believes that the entire imperial tomb is covered by a somewhat terrifying formation, even if he does not have the key to control the imperial formation, he cannot enter the imperial tomb without a sound. Therefore, Jin Jianhua just flashed past the anomaly just now, and didn't care.

With the disappearance of the barriers on the ground, a channel appeared on the ground, and the channel reached the dragon veins underground.

Yang Fan stepped out and came to the dragon veins in the blink of an eye.

There is a space under the ground, and the whole space is full of colorful light, illuminating the whole space, very beautiful.

And in the middle of this space, there is a river. What flows in the river is not river water, but thick golden liquid. In this golden liquid, Yang Fan feels a strong energy, which is the source of gold.

Without hesitation, Yang Fan came to the river, plunged his hands into the river, and meditated in his heart.

"absorb!!!"