Chapter 675

"It's not impossible." The corner of Mingyuan's mouth is gently hooked up, and the evil spirit is genuine.

Duhan immediately straightened his waist, surprised and said: "is there really a way? My little monk is an eminent monk. It's not so easy to be recruited. "

Mingyuan said with a smile: "are you low again?"

Du Ruohan was stunned.

While walking leisurely, Mingyuan calmly said: "this spell is the way to do, supplemented by the favorable time, place and people, there is nothing that can't be won."

Duhan Mause burst out laughing and said, "it's still big brother who has a way!"

In order to guard against tomb thieves, there are many organs in the mausoleum. However, with Duhan leading the way, Mingyuan easily avoided all kinds of traps.

"Oh, my sister-in-law is so nice. She doesn't know martial arts and has no accomplishments. If only my little monk would do the same one day. If only he didn't know anything

Duhan was full of emotion.

"Why is my Shen Lang so strong? Still thinking about practice all day long! I'm willing to support him. I don't need him to know anything. He just stays by my side. What are you doing all day? I can't support him! "

Repeatedly emphasizing one thing, we can see the deep resentment in our hearts.

Du hanyue said that he was more and more moved. At last, he sighed deeply and said bitterly, "if only he could do nothing." I will rely on him and stick my eyes on him forever.

"It doesn't matter what he will do." Mingyuan said with a smile but not a smile, "the important thing is that you can make him know nothing."

Duhan suddenly felt that he was full of emotion and put up his thumb and said: "high! It's really high! "

Mingyuan pursed his lips with a smile, quite proud.

They walked a long way, made many detours, and finally entered the mausoleum.

The heavy coffin was pushed away and the body appeared.

Mingyuan stretched out his hand to check it. He said with a smile: "your body is well preserved. It's been two or three hundred years, but there's no spot at all."

It's not like him. With the spot on his body, he scares his wife on the wedding night. Last night, Wenya was planning to escape. If he didn't know magic, the girl would have escaped successfully.

Recalling this matter, Mingyuan still has a lingering fear. He thinks to himself: if his wife is too smart, it's not good. If he doesn't pay attention, people may not be able to see him. It's better to be stupid.

"I have ice spirit in my mouth. The corpse can last for thousands of years." Duhan laughed and was very proud.

Mingyuan broke open the jaw of the corpse, and sure enough, there was a piece of ice in it.

"Let's go." Mingyuan said solemnly, "remember the mantra I told you. Don't be too hasty. I'll protect it for you."

"Well." Duhan nodded and floated into the coffin.

Outside the mausoleum.

The return of the ghost to the sun is a move against the heaven, not to mention the ghost who has been dead for hundreds of years. Originally, the setting sun was still hanging in the sky. Suddenly, it was cloudy and windy.

Shen Yan's face suddenly changed. He saw a flash of lightning in the sky, which made the dark world bright for a moment.

"Ah -"

Wenya screamed in fright and quickly hid behind Shen Yan, holding his clothes in both hands.

"Boom -"

a thunderbolt suddenly struck the mausoleum, cracks appeared on the stone wall, and several stones fell down. The soldiers were shocked, subconsciously gathered together, nervously looking at the rapidly changing sky.