The spiritual power of one person and one cat merged into one, shuttled in the lock, sometimes testing, sometimes straight, bypassing all the traps and reaching the exit.

"Click," With a soft sound, the Xuanjin Jiulong Lock was divided into four parts, slowly rotated and opened outwards, and a hole appeared in the middle. The copper coin meows, and dips its claws down.

Just like it took out a money bag from Mrs. Wu's arms, and there was no trace of the soil, it pulled its claws upwards and took out a small box from the hole.

Mulin stepped forward, took the box with his left hand, weighed the weight, and placed the box he held in his previous hand on his right hand, as if his entire body had become a big scale. The middleman closed his eyes for a while, and the box on his right hand slowly changed. Whether it was color, pattern, or work style, it became exactly the same as the one taken out from the ground, and even the weight was the same.

Mulin put his forged box next to the copper coin claw, walked outside the range of the magic circle, and put the box taken out from the ground into the Qiankun bag. At this time, most of the incense sticks had been burned.

"Quick, it's almost time!" He turned his head to remind.

The copper coin gently pressed its paw on the box, and the small box passed through the ground little by little and fell into the Xuanjin Jiulong Lock. Zhang Jinjin carefully withdrew his spiritual power. At this time, the incense sticks were almost burnt out, and the patterns and characters of the magic circle were slowly emerging.

"come out!"

Zhang Jinjin held the copper coin and rolled out of the array. The copper coin has long since recovered to the size of a small milk cat, and it burrowed into his sleeve.

Zhang Jinjin staggered for a while before standing firm. had been squatting just now, and spirit was extremely nervous, and feet were numb.

Mullin had packed up everything, and the two helped the three tomb robbers from the Pure Land Gang and pushed them towards the magic circle that had regained its brightness. With a bang, the three of them were immediately ejected from the magic circle, and the seven orifices were thrown away. Bleeding, and it seemed to be dead.

Mullin pulled Zhang Jinjin up and rushed into the depths of the cave. There is a crack in the mountain that can only accommodate one person. The two quickly climbed into the crack, and climbed two sticks of incense along the curved wall before turning over to a flat ground.

There was a coffin on the ground.

The coffin had been opened long ago, the coffin inside was also open, the lid was thrown aside, and the grave goods were turned over in a mess.

Mullin didn't even look at the coffin, he pulled Zhang Jinjin, bypassed the coffin and ran to the southwest corner of the tomb, where a robbery hole stretched out to the outside of the tomb.

"Have you dealt with the Demon Tower?" Zhang Jinjin asked while crawling into the thief cave.

"It's done," the cramped robbery hole was very difficult to climb, and Mullin was a little out of breath, "the tower wall has been repaired, and the traces in the mountain path have been cleaned up. But why is it so troublesome? Just take the things away. Can't you? Anyway, I can't see anyone coming."

"Let's be more cautious," Zhang Jinjin had already reached the entrance of the cave, turned over and pulled Mullin back, "We can't be foolproof. That person is not an ordinary person, in case he sends someone to investigate," Zhang Gongzi said again. With a peach look on his face, he said with a chuckle, "Compared to being seamless, it's more reassuring to find out something."

Mullin stood up, raised his eyes and glanced at the disgraced noble boy, his eyes were a bit complicated.

"Come on, look at me like this, I'm handsome and handsome, you can have a different occasion when you fall in love at first sight." Zhang Jinjin still considered himself romantic while holding the dirt and grass clippings on his head.

"..." The feeling just now disappeared, and Mullin returned to his previous cold appearance. "Go back quickly, business matters, don't make a fuss here!"

"Hey, what are you talking about! Didn't you see that my son, I was so powerful just now? I want to write my heroic deeds into a poem and let the world sing it!"

Mullin: "..."

Better to just grab it.

Moyun Mountain, the head office.

Zheng Genran has already settled. Zheng Yu had to sit under him and looked at him quietly. Zheng Genran was his uncle, and he was sent to Moyun Mountain by his family since he was a child, and worshipped under his uncle. My uncle didn't believe in others, and when he first went up the mountain, he didn't have any more affection for his blood relative. However, after spending a long time on the mountain, in addition to being outstanding among the disciples of Tiankui Peak, he also helped his uncle cook some things, and only then did he gain some trust.

Every year on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, my uncle would retreat for one night, and he would have no mana during the incense stick that started when he was a child. It is said that this was caused by the injury during the battle of Lin Moyuan. The situation at the time was worse than this, with multiple episodes a year, each time losing mana for several hours. After so many years of recuperation, it was barely suppressed to once a year.

Maybe after a while, this problem can be cured. However, at this moment, being able to act as a Dharma protector for your uncle, does that mean that you have already gained the trust of your uncle?

Thinking about the things on his mind, Zheng Yu got a little distracted. Suddenly, a light flashed in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head and saw that the smallest of the six spirit exploration stones was flickering.

These spiritual exploration stones are connected to Zheng Yanran's spiritual power. They also fell into darkness during the time of the stick of incense just now. After a stick of incense, it slowly lit up again. But this kind of flickering has never been seen before. That small one should be...

"No, someone touched the magic circle of the Demon Tower."

Zheng Yu got up and went out, and said to Su Yanjun in front of the door: "Junior brother, you go in and watch Master for a while, I have something to go out to do."

Su Yanjun was a little confused, but he had always been obedient, and when he saw his brother's order, he nodded and walked into the head room.Zheng Yude hurriedly descended the mountain and left with his sword.

When Zheng Yu got Yujian to set off, Zhang Jinjin and Mulin had quietly climbed the wall and entered the inn.

Mullin stopped outside the door, and there was a trace of worry in his cold eyes: "I'll do it tonight? Don't take a break?"

"When did this son get tired?" Zhang son stroked his hair, but grabbed a piece of dry grass and hurriedly threw it away.If you are hesitant, let’s take a bath first. Didn’t the ancients always bathe in incense?

Looking up to see Mullin's cold eyes, Zhang Jinjin felt that he must be dirty, or why did Mullin dislike it so much?But his eyes have always been like this... Forget it, don't care about him.