Chapter 1285

Chapter 1285: 1285

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In such a picture, Yan Meiniang, who looked far away, opened their mouths in amazement and blinked their eyes in disbelief.

“Let’s go together!”

Yan Meiniang, who came back to God, was very decisive. When Bai Nen waved her small hand, the three quickly took out their weapons and rushed up.

“Peng!”

How terrible it was to attack with the joint efforts of several people. It is entirely conceivable that the head of the golden Python was smashed.

Finally killed the beast.

All four of Qin Yi breathed a long breath.

In fact, the terrible place of this golden Python is strength and speed. As long as Qin Yi uses the hand of “Heaven destroys all sentient beings”, it is basically equal to death.

“Well, let’s go into the emperor’s tomb and have a look.”

Qin Yi didn’t delay any longer. He left the golden Python and rushed into the emperor’s tomb in front.

With the arrival of the emperor’s tomb, an extremely ancient atmosphere also came, which made people feel that they had fallen into the Xiangu years in an instant.

His eyes swept in the tomb, but Qin Yi was stunned. He saw that there was nothing in the tomb, not to mention emperor liquid, not even the shadow of emperor liquid.

“What do you mean, is there a cultivator who gets there first?”

Xia Jiuyou gently blinked the red eyelashes and incredibly opened the attractive ruddy mouth.

Qin Yi, Yan Zhuxin and Yan Zhuxin were also silly and stunned.

Or Yan Meiniang reacted the fastest and touched her forehead: “no, if there are practitioners who get there first, there are only two situations. The first is that the practitioners who came here were swallowed by the golden python, so the imperial liquid is still there. The second is that they killed the golden Python and took away the imperial liquid here.”

Obviously, Yan Meiniang’s analysis is completely correct.

When the golden Python died, the emperor liquid was taken away.

Now that the golden Python is still there, the emperor liquid should still be there.

But now, the golden Python is still there, but the emperor liquid is gone.

“Isn’t it true that the immortal ancient emperor buried in the emperor’s tomb didn’t condense into emperor liquid?”

Yan Zhuxin asked with a slight frown on her shallow eyebrow.

“Generally, this will not happen.”

Yan Meiniang shook her head: “the golden Python entrenched here will not be killed until we come now. In other words, no other cultivators have come here.”

“Then there is only one case.”

In Qin Yi’s mind, there was a flash of light and a faint smile: “the emperor liquid here was swallowed by the golden Python we killed.”

Hearing the speech, Yan Meiniang, Yan Zhuxin and Xia Jiuyou couldn’t help brightening their eyes.

with reason!

Without delay, the four immediately withdrew from the emperor’s tomb and came to the golden python. Yan Meiniang turned her hand and took out the blue slender sword.

Hiss!

The blue awn burst and flashed. Yan Meiniang’s war sword easily cut the belly of the golden python, and a light golden awn also came out.

Seeing this golden awn, a look of fanaticism suddenly appeared on people’s faces.

“Hee hee, the emperor liquid was swallowed by the beast.”

Xia Jiuyou was so happy that he hurried down and broke the golden Python’s alone. He took out a lot of Golden Imperial liquid, and unexpectedly took out a small golden mountain.

“There are so many…”

Qin Yi, Yan Zhuxin and Yan Meiniang all blinked in disbelief. Immediately, they were ecstatic again.

Unexpectedly, this time, the harvest was quite abundant.

Next, Qin Yi collected all these imperial liquids into the Najie, and then returned home.

As soon as they left, the clouds in the sky gathered slowly. After a while, they formed a huge face. The situation looked very strange.

The face gathered with clouds is the grandfather record!

Gongzu record can’t cry or laugh.

Then, high above the sky, the huge face of gongzulu condensed by clouds slowly dissipated and completely became invisible.

In the stone cave where Qin Yi lived.

At the moment, Xia Jiuyou and Yan Zhuxin are happily counting the number of emperor liquid.

“How many are there?”

Qin Yi asked with a faint smile.

“There were 1895 drops.”

Yan Zhuxin answered happily.

1895 drops!

Qin Yi is also a joy. Obviously, after the refining of these imperial liquids, the cultivation of the four of them can break through to a new level.

Divide these imperial liquid into four parts on average, and each person will get nearly 5000 drops.

“I always feel something wrong.”

Yan Meiniang frowned slightly and habitually touched her forehead. In a pair of eyes with extreme beauty, her fine awn twinkled.