Don’t forget that Liang Han and others said that they were around them...

There are all funeral objects.

Among them, there are also some private treasures that they have obtained through their lifelong pursuit.

Without anyone to help, it would actually be more beneficial to Han Sanqian.

"ha!"

A shovel went down immediately.

"ha!"

Another shovel!

The silent and dark night kept coming out.

Han Sanqian was fucking fiercely...

Half an hour later, an old grave was dug up properly.

Han Sanqian moved his hand, and an energy instantly knocked over a branch next to him.

When he flew back to Han Sanqian, he exploded several times. When he stopped completely at his feet, he was already an appropriate coffin.

"Senior, I'm back home."

Looking at the bones underground, Han Sanqian bowed devoutly, then jumped out of the pit and put the bones into the new coffin one by one.

Afterwards, he named the coffin, marked it, and followed the name to restrain the general places that the great gods told me in his memory, so as to facilitate planning and sorting in the future, and to draw up the most suitable route to send them home.

"What's this?"

Han Sanqian frowned, and beads beads attracted Han Sanqian's attention next to the bones.

Han Sanqian squatted down slightly and slowly picked it up.

It looks like a Buddhist bead, but it is made of jade. There are two words engraved on the bead in the center, Tianyuan.

Han Sanqian struggled for a while, but unfortunately, he didn't make any trouble.

After putting the beads into the storage ring again, Han Sanqian quickly began his homework for the next grave.

One, one after another.

When the morning came and when the trees around the graves had been pulled into telephone poles, Han Sanqian's grave digging work finally came to an end.

Han Sanqian was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and he leaned helplessly under a big tree to rest.

Although he is already a Taoist practitioner, it is not a big deal to dig dozens of holes, even digging dozens of holes is just a small job for him.

But today is different. In order to show piety and respect, Han Sanqian almost did not use any real skills throughout the whole process, but took the initiative and did it carefully.

However, tiredness is happy.

First, it is extremely meaningful to send these old seniors back to their hometown, and they have helped themselves a lot.

If it weren't for their teaching of magical skills, Han Sanqian's trip to the city would definitely not be like this now, and he would most likely have died long ago.

Therefore, in Han Sanqian's eyes, they are not only former opponents, their own friends, and their own teachers.

Secondly...

Secondly, it's a bit vulgar...

One night, Han Sanqian dug so many graves and basically counted them...

There are about seventeen mysterious methods that I can’t understand, seven things that seem to be treasures but not like treasures, and...

Two very weird objects...

The reason why Han Sanqian used the word object to describe it is that Han Sanqian had no idea how to describe these things.

It looks like a sword but not a sword, it looks like a knife but not a knife, about half a meter long, and the whole body is irregular in shape, some like hexagons and some like hexagons.

Han Sanqian struggled for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what these two objects were, let alone what they were used for.

However, no matter what, whether he can figure it out or not, there is one thing that Han Sanqian can be sure of, that is, these things are definitely not ordinary things.

They are most likely some divine objects that have never appeared in the world, but they just don’t understand them for the time being. After all, if not, how could these things become the burial objects of these great gods?

So, no matter from any aspect, although Han Sanqian is very tired now, in fact, this guy is tired and happy.

"Okay." Han Sanqian stood up from the ground with a smile, then waved his hand with one wave, and a stream of energy left, and the dug holes were instantly filled with soil.

If the trees around it were pulled like electric poles and were telling what happened last night, it seemed as if nothing had happened before my eyes.
Chapter completed!