Lao Yang ignored the fat man and handed the things directly to Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng took the copper stick directly without paying attention to what Lao Yang said. His blood boiled for a moment.

Waves of creation aura emanated from the copper stick, vast and unparalleled. Although Ye Zheng did not know the exact level of the ghost immortal who had experienced seven thunder tribulations, it would be difficult to make a comparison just by looking at this small section of the copper stick.

The surging energy of qi and blood poured into the small copper stick, and the strong power of creation surged out.

As the power of creation surged out, the copper stick in Ye Zheng's hand began to shake, making a crisp sound.

“Click, click.”

Amid the continuous noise, the small copper stick turned into pieces and rolled to the ground.

The strong power of creation turned into a halo, floating in front of Ye Zheng.

As Ye Zheng's mind moved, the power of creation turned into a ball of light and was gathered into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The power of creation slowly floated above Ye Zheng's soul, merging with Ye Zheng's soul bit by bit.

Suddenly, the black gold tripod with dragon pattern, which had been staying in Ye Zheng's sea of ​​consciousness, shook, and revealed a desire for the power of creation.

Ye Zheng's mind moved, and he controlled the power of creation and hit it directly at the black gold tripod with dragon pattern.

A loud roaring sound came from Ye Zheng's sea of ​​consciousness. Thousands of divine lights continued to rise, trying to break out of the body, but were stopped by Ye Zheng's soul.

Ye Zheng felt that the black and gold dragon pattern was hazy, and a vague consciousness arose, like a newborn baby.

Communicating with the dragon-patterned black gold tripod with all his strength, Ye Zheng felt the majestic imperial power on it, and a shock surged from the bottom of his heart.

"This dragon-patterned black gold tripod was originally made by the ruthless emperor. If it is used against the weapons of other emperors, it will probably be much weaker."

After thinking about it, Ye Zheng came to this conclusion.

The complete weapon of the Great Emperor's enlightenment is imprinted with the Great Emperor's spiritual obsession and the Great Emperor's path. In a sense, it is the Great Emperor's alternative existence.

It is the continuation of the great emperor's life. All the imperial soldiers have never truly exploded after leaving the great emperor.

This black gold tripod with dragon pattern lacks the spiritual imprint of the great emperor, so it is not ranked high among all the emperor's weapons.

However, after absorbing some of the power of creation, the dragon-patterned black gold tripod had obvious changes, as if something was brewing inside.

Ye Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and ignored Lao Yang and the others who were stunned.

"I know the origin of this thing of yours, and I know your purpose. I can even help you in the end, but you'd better not do anything bad now."

Ye Zheng glanced at Lao Yang with a serious tone.

Lao Yang nodded, seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally fell silent.

"Lao Yang, you." Wu Xie realized something was wrong and immediately wanted to question him.

"Wu Xie, we grew up together. There are some things I don't want to drag you into, so it's better for you not to know." Lao Yang was silent for a moment before he spoke.

"Old Itchy, what's the matter, and your stuttering."

"Wu Xie, don't ask for now. This matter is very complicated. I will explain it to you when we get back." Lao Yang glanced at Ye Zheng carefully before going over and grabbing Wu Xie.

Seeing that they stopped talking, Ye Zheng sat cross-legged, slowly communicating the power of Qi and blood, and concentrating on nurturing the dragon-patterned black gold tripod.

"Oh, what a pity! If it was a treasure, it would be a huge loss. You too, brother Ye, isn't this a waste?" The fat man smacked his lips and carefully picked up the fragments that fell on the ground.

"Okay Fatty, stop talking nonsense. There are so many fragments. Can you pick them up and put them back together?" Hu Bayi kicked the fat man.

The fat man reacted immediately and didn't care about the fragments on the ground. He still looked at them with some regret.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and everyone had their own thoughts.

"Lao Yang, you have been here before. There should be a village in this mountain." Ye Zheng glanced at Lao Yang and asked.

"There are villages, but the villages here are quite exclusive and some are hard to get to. However, there is a village here that we have been to before, but we don't know how to recognize it."

Lao Yang shook his head, and then seemed to remember something.

The forests in the Qinling Mountains are tall and dense. Except for hunters who have grown up in this forest, ordinary people will be lost if they enter.

Lao Yang's guidance was not very clear, and they went around in circles many times. If Ye Zheng had not often been in a state of spiritual astrology and able to determine the general direction, it would have been good enough for them to be able to get out, let alone find the ancient tomb.

"Hey, this is it. My cousin and I stayed here last time. We also found the guide here. If there is a suitable guide, as long as he takes me to the location, we can find the entrance to the ancient tomb immediately."

Lao Yang looked very excited.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Ye Zheng nodded, and everyone followed Lao Yang into the village.

"My fellow villager, do you still recognize me? I came here for tourism a few years ago and was in your village."

"Who are you? I don't know you. If you have nothing to do, please leave our village immediately."

A middle-aged man said in a cold voice while looking at Lao Yang who was laughing in front of him.

"Hey, let's talk it over. We're here for a trip, and it's getting dark. Let's just stay the night. I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it."

When Lao Yang saw the middle-aged man's look, he immediately smiled and stuffed a few red bills into his hand.

"this."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then took out the red bill that was stuffed in his hand and pointed it at the sun.

Then he put the red bills in his pocket and went into the village with the group of people.

"Who are these people?" An old voice, accompanied by a ragged figure, walked over.

"Dad, these people are tourists who come to Qinling Mountains for tourism. They are the ones who can make money." When the middle-aged man saw the old man coming, he immediately went over to him and lowered his voice.

"Old man, we are just here to take a walk and take some photos, it's nothing, it's getting dark soon, let's stay in your village for one night, Wu Xie."

Hearing Ye Zheng calling him, Wu Xie immediately took out a small paper bag from his backpack and handed it to the old man.

The paper bag is filled with one thousand in cash. It was prepared before coming here, specifically to deal with situations like this.

"Yazai, take them to the vacant house in our family." The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at the paper bag in his hand.

"Hey, guys, follow me." The middle-aged man led a group of people into a shabby house, turned around and left.

About ten minutes later, he came back carrying a torn mat, followed by a few young men holding quilts.

"Brother, we want to go deeper into the mountains. We heard that the scenery inside is particularly beautiful, so we want to see it for ourselves. I don't know."

Ye Zheng didn't continue the conversation.