It looks like Buddha beads, but it is made of jade. The most central bead is engraved with two words, Tian Yuan.

Han Sanqian made a lot of troubles, but it's a pity that he didn't make any troubles.

After putting the beads back into the storage ring, Han Sanqian quickly started work on the next grave.

One by one.

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

Han Sanqian was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and rested helplessly under a big tree.

Although he is already a cultivator, normally speaking, digging dozens of holes is not a big deal, even digging dozens more is just a small job for him.

But today is different. In order to show his piety and respect, Han Sanqian almost didn't use any real ability in the whole process, but did it by himself, carefully and carefully.

However, tired is happy.

One is that it is extremely meaningful to send the souls of these old seniors back to their hometowns, and they have helped me a lot.

If it weren't for their imparting magical skills, Han Sanqian's trip to the city this time would definitely not be what it is now, and it is very likely that he would have died in Huangquan long ago.

Therefore, in Han Sanqian's eyes, they were not only their former opponents, but also their friends, and even their teachers.

Secondly...

Second, it's a bit vulgar...

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

There are about 17 mysterious books that I can�t understand, seven things that look like treasures but don�t look like treasures, and...

Two very odd objects...

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

It looks like a sword but not a sword, and a knife but not a knife. It is about half a meter long and has irregular shapes all over its body. Some are hexagonal and some are heptagonal.

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

However, no matter how you say it, regardless of whether you understand it or not, one thing Han Sanqian can be sure of is that these things are absolutely extraordinary.

They are very likely to be unworldly fetishes, but I don't understand them for the time being. After all, if this is not the case, how could these things become the funeral objects of these great gods.

So, no matter how you look at it, although Han Sanqian is very tired now, in fact, this guy is tired and happy in his heart.

"Okay." Han Sanqian stood up from the ground with a smile, and then with a wave of one hand, a wave of energy went away, and the dug holes were instantly refilled with soil.

If the surrounding trees that look like telephone poles are telling what happened last night, it seems as if nothing really happened.

Suddenly, at this moment, Han Sanqian's smile froze on his face: "Fuck, it's too bad."

Immediately afterwards, the guy's eyes looked through the layers of trees and looked at the bamboo house in the distance.

A puff of black smoke is drifting from the room...

"Damn it, I dug the grave all night, but I forgot that there was still a fire on the Shuanglong cauldron." After cursing, Han Sanqian stepped up his horsepower and rushed directly to the bamboo house.

The people on the other side of the wooden house got up one by one feeling sleepy. JrNovels.com