"It seems that you are very loyal to Yao Wenwu. I don't know how important you are in his heart. If I use you as bait, will he take the bait?" Qin Ming squatted in front of him, thinking about how to pry open his mouth.

"Save it!" Luo Han's soul was filled with severe pain, and he kept twitching for a few times, but he would never be fooled by Qin Ming.

"Tell me where Yao Wenwu is, I will let you go back."

"Hmph, I said he is at the headquarters of Zhutian Palace. Do you believe it?"

"I have caught you, can he still sit?" Qin Ming held the jade plaque in his hand and said, "Since he gave you this thing, you must have any agreement between you, tell me?"

"Bah, don't think so! Qin Ming, if you dare to come to Zhutian Palace to play wild, I think you are just seeking death."

The ghost of the Burial Sea suddenly said, "I can plunder his memories within ten days."

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Get up the memory?"

"I'll do it." The half-sleeping and half-awake head on the left of the golden lion raised its head, its eyes cold and deep, like two deep bays of deep pools, which walked towards Luo Han.

Luo Han stared at the golden lion vigilantly and struggled to retreat.

The eyes of the golden lion's left head suddenly condensed, and the vertical pupils were as thin as a knife, as if two invisible energy were rushing out of it, hitting Luo Han's eyes. Luo Han's whole body trembled slightly, and his expression immediately became dull.

Qin Ming looked at the golden lion curiously. The left head was relatively silent, giving people a gloomy feeling. The right head was high, his eyes were shining, and he was full of domineering. Does it have different heads with different thoughts and abilities? I remember when I first encountered the ghost of the sea, the golden lion had three heads. It seemed that the last one would also have special abilities.

Qin Lan stretched her waist in Qin Ming's pocket, rubbed her sleepy eyes, crawled out of the neckline, climbed up Qin Ming's shoulders flexibly, and looked at the surroundings with big curious eyes.

The Ghost of Burial Sea noticed her, pretty and small, like an elf, with big eyes and spiritual innocence. "This is..."

Qin Lan tilted her head and looked at the golden lion for a while, laughed and disappeared. In a blink of an eye, she appeared on the golden lion's high head, stepped on the golden scales, and reached out to grab the thick temples on its neck, and said something to the golden lion.

The golden lion's head turned to look at it, its golden light shining, flooding Qin Lan and trying to find out about this child.

"Wow..." Qin Lan looked at the golden light around her in surprise, and her beautiful skirt turned golden.

Qin Ming said: "The egg on Long Sui Mountain."

With the calmness of the ghost of the Burial Sea, he was slightly moved. That egg was actually hatched by Qin Ming!

"It's been almost three months since I was out. Except for being a little naughty, everything else is fine." Qin Ming looked at the cheerful and innocent little guy and chuckled. He was still well-behaved and cute for three months, and he didn't have any worries, which made him feel relieved.

The ghost of the Burial Sea observed Qin Lan, jumping on the back of the golden lion, cute and innocent, with eyes like two gems, black and pure, and no danger at all. But what about the future? What will happen when she grows up? "Have you decided to raise her?"

Qin Ming understood the worries of the ghost of the Burial Sea and chuckled: "I can't bear to abandon her, so I can only raise her. As for the future... let's talk about it, what I think is that as long as I can be strong enough, I will have the chance to control it."

The ghost of the sea buried in the sea was silent. The moment Qin Ming took her out of Wansui Mountain, the paper ship of fate had set sail again and no one could stop it.

"Yao Wenwu is on the Burial Island of God!" The eyes of the golden lion's left head returned to clear light. Luo Han sat on the ground like exhaustion, his eyes were empty and unconscious, as if he had a serious illness.

"Where is the Island of Burial God?"

"The Island of Burial Gods is an important training ground for Zhu Tian Hall, and is only open to the disciples of the inner hall. There was once an ancient tomb group, drifting from the distant Heavenly Continent, with many powerful figures buried on it, with huge evil spirits, countless ashes, and ashes ashes like snow. After descending to the ancient sea, it once caused natural disasters. Later, Zhu Tian Hall controlled the island, forcibly transformed, purified the evil spirit there, retained the ancient cemetery and forbidden areas, and began to bury the strong men who died in Zhu Tian Hall. It began to begin two hundred years ago that Zhu Tian Hall opened the Island of Burial Gods to the disciples of the inner hall, allowing them to enter the training. Lucky people can obtain ancient inheritance or the secret method of the martyrs who died in Zhu Tian Hall.

There can be said that there are opportunities everywhere. Anyone who enters will gain something. Some people have even obtained the inheritance of the ancestors of the Zhutian Palace there, and some people have dug up ancient secret treasures. However, not every inner hall disciple can enter the Burial God Island at will, and the decision-making power is controlled by those inner hall elders. Only those who perform very well are qualified to enter, and it will only be opened every three years, with the entry quota limited to about one hundred people, and the age level varies."

Qin Ming and Zanghai Ghost exchanged their eyes, and both saw a familiar light from each other's eyes.

Without saying it, hit it off!

"How long has the Burial God Island been open this time?"

"Each opening period is fifty days, and thirty days have passed since now."

“How far is it from here.”

"More than one thousand five hundred miles."

"Is it inside the Zhutian Palace or is it floating somewhere?"

"Eight hundred miles away from Zhutian Hall, there is an ancient undersea stone forest. The terrain is special and rich in crystal stones. It is a huge undersea mining area with rich energy. Zhutian Hall uses the natural power there to set up a seal formation to suppress the Burial God Island, refine the murderous aura there, and maintain the bones of the buried martyrs. The seal there is very powerful, and there are also a large number of Shengwu guards. It is impossible to break from outside. You must have a special jade tablet in the hands of the elders of the inner hall."

"Is there any other way?"

"The Emperor's Jade Pill...is OK."

Qin Ming looked at the jade token in his hand and smiled. Yao Wenwu, Yao Wenwu, we are going to meet again!

"The strength of guarding the Holy Martial Arts?" The ghost of the Burial Sea and Qin Ming thought of it. Opportunities everywhere? The inheritance of the ancestors of the Zhutian Palace? The secrets of ancient times? Haha, of course I have to go!

The golden lion shook his head: "It's available in both open and secret, but the specifics are unknown. However, the area of ​​that island is very large, with a height of more than two hundred miles."

"You...you..." Luo Han was weak and in a daze, but he knew something was going to happen. Every time he opened the door there, the genius figures from the inner hall of Zhutian Hall, and the corpses of countless martyrs were buried. What would these two madmen who didn't take Zhutian Hall seriously at all broke into the Burial God Island? Disaster! An unimaginable huge disaster!

"Have you found a location in his memory?" Qin Ming arrested Qin Lan and put it on his shoulder regardless of the little guy's objection.
Chapter completed!