Chapter 443 Dry bones buried in mountains and rivers

Chapter 443 Dry bones buried in mountains and rivers

"Boom!"

The huge bells sounded again on the top of the mountain, and the sound waves rolled, one wave after another, spreading the rain layer and washing the bright moon, and night fell.

There is a suspended stone step on the top of Kunlun, each layer of which glows brightly in the moonlight.

A figure quietly reached the top of the mountain and laid an ambush on the stone steps.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Along with the noise, the heads of the Changfu Ancient Clan urged each other to set foot here.

"when!"

Suddenly, one of the heads was waxed softly on the neck.

"Huh? What's going on?"

The other heads of the Changfu tribe looked around with vigilance: "Did someone attack me just now?"

He was not sure, because the moment just happened so fast, and his head lost consciousness in an instant.

"Who is it? Come out quickly!"

His voice became much stern and he looked around carefully, but there was still nothing unusual.

"What the hell."

The Changfugu tribe members quickly left here and were about to reach the top of the mountain, but they couldn't make any mistakes at this time.

After he walked away, Chen Banxian's cursed body came out of the darkness.

The corner of his mouth cracked into a smile, and he bowed respectfully to the distance.

In an instant, the magic power in the body was released and fell on the Changfu clan members through a curse.

"ah!"

Hearing a scream in the distance, the Changfugu tribe suddenly felt unbearable pain in their body and fell from a high altitude.

This fall was terrible. He only saw the ground under his feet getting bigger and bigger, and he also saw many unconscious ancient tribesmen.

"What!"

His eyes widened several times, and he was sure that he was really being plotted against.

"Who harmed me!"

He was anxious, but Chen Banxian in the distance bowed again!

"ah!"

This time he couldn't bear any pressure anymore. All his eyes turned white and he fell down suddenly.

"Another one."

Chen Banxian stood up gently and hid from here.

He would only assassinate six to eight people at each location, changing positions at intervals, just for fear of being discovered, so he would reveal himself.

Moving along the floating stone steps to the west, you can see a huge waterfall.

The sound of the waterfall can hide his movements very well. Not only that, there is a pool of boiling water under the waterfall. Not even half a feather can float under the impact of the huge waterfall.

"Good place!"

Chen Banxian was so sure that he quickly set up tables and benches in front of the waterfall and spread out the hexagram stall.

He is Liuana, the clone holding the jar.

The era of Atlantis is just over 10,000 years ago, and many cultural messages are actually highly overlapping. He only needs to modify the prophecy and style appropriately, and he is the prophet missionary of the Kingdom of Apollo.

I saw it written on the hexagram booth: "Heaven and man are one, spying on destiny."

This is also the only place to go to Kunlun. Tomorrow is the time for the banquet. He is sure to meet many ancient tribes.

Sure enough, an ancient tribe soon arrived.

It was a blooming flower with more than a hundred petals, and on each petal stood a creature the size of a thumb.

This is the ancient Juling clan, and they also look like humans, but they are too small.

At this time, many petals slowly floated to Chen Banxian's table.

"Are you a prophet?"

A chirping sound soon came from the petals, which was disturbing.

"Exactly, for just paying some small benefits, I can guide you on a problem."

"Is this such a good thing?" A Jiling man shouted loudly: "How much do you want to charge?"

Chen Banxian raised a finger: "A semi-sacred treasure is enough."

It's not that his price is high, it's that he's afraid that no one will believe him if he says it's too low.

Such an example happened in the evening. Someone was originally surprised to meet the prophet, but his face immediately fell after being told by Chen Banxian that Gua Jin was casual.

"Hmph! I have never seen a prophet who peeks into fate so casually."

The ancient tribe walked away with a wave of their sleeves. Chen Banxian couldn't hold him back no matter what, firmly believing that he was a liar.

Faced with such a situation, he could not express his suffering, so he had no choice but to bury him under the waterfall and pool with tears.

"Semi-sacred object?" The Juling people chatted again for a while. A place as big as a flower actually made Chen Banxian feel like he was visiting a supermarket during the Spring Festival.

“It’s not expensive either!”

After the creature finished speaking, it began to throw things out of the flowers.

There are metals, pens, paper, weapons, etc.

If you put it all on the palm of your hand, it won't even fill the palm of your hand.

The Julinggu people are small, and their weapons are also small, which is very reasonable.

…

At midnight, Chen Banxian was sweating profusely as he sent these ancient tribes away.

TMD, due to the large number of these little things, except for the first magical power: the instant aura, there is very little energy or rules behind it.

The people of the Juling tribe are so small that they don’t even have enough flesh to fit between their teeth.

The so-called instant aura is when you use this magical power when doing something, there is a chance that special effects will occur.

For example, if you are writing your homework seriously and use your magical power, there is a chance that you can use another solution to write the answer.

Or, when forging a weapon, a critical hit occurs and becomes the weapon +1.

He seriously felt that the semi-holy weapons of this tribe might all come out like this.

The chirping flowers faded away. Listening to the people's annoyance, Chen Banxian didn't even have the desire to deal with them, waiting for the next unlucky guy.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter such a race next time.

In the dark night, a shadow passed across the ground in the blink of an eye. If Chen Banxian hadn't been sharp-eyed, he would have ignored it.

The shadow was silent, but stopped in front of him.

"Atlanteans?"

The other party actually recognized his origin after looking at him for a few times.

"Do we know each other?" Chen Banxian was a little wary. Could it be that he was exposed?

He subconsciously glanced under the water of the waterfall to make sure that the corpses were not floating, and then he felt a little more confident.

"You don't know me, but I know you."

Shadow had no eyes and no emotion or anger in his tone. He sat down in front of the Gua stall:

"Ten thousand years ago, I was wandering around the Mirror Ruins, and suddenly I saw a half-mirror ruins passage. On the opposite side of the passage, I discovered a civilization that shone briefly."

"That civilization was too short, so short that it only lasted less than a few hundred thousand years, and finally disappeared with the disappearance of the light source."

"I thought this civilization would die, but I didn't expect that some people would survive."

Is this still a personal ID?

Then we can't bury the waterfall. He shook his head and sighed: "Actually, it's not far away from disappearing. As long as you kill me, the Atlantis era will be buried under the sea forever."

"I have no interest in killing you."

Shadow asked him: "People in your era have extremely developed mental powers and can use their sixth sense to predict the future. Although it is not very accurate, I still want to ask."

He lowered an irregular half-bow, and it actually gave off the aura of a holy object.

Unfortunately, it was too damaged to meet the standards of a quasi-holy object, and even fell far short of the standard of a semi-holy object.

It can only be regarded as an ordinary weapon contaminated with the aura of a holy object.

"Excuse me."

Anyway, the hexagram gold is not his in the end, so Chen Banxian is waiting for the black shadow's appeal.