Portable Space Can be Summoned

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"What's this?"

Yin Jiuming didn't grab the iron sheet on the ground with his hands, but asked the disciple of the Minggu Sect who found him.

There was a trace of flush on the face of the Minggu Sect disciple who found the iron piece, and he felt that he should have made a great contribution.

If you really found the treasure, wouldn't you take yourself...

Thinking of this, his voice was full of struggle, not fear, but excitement!

"The door, the door owner..."

Yin Jiuming saw his excited expression and heard his fighting voice, and said in a steady tone: "Don't worry, speak slowly!"

It seemed that his tone calmed down the disciple, and he told all his discoveries and guesses in one go.

"Sect Master, I found this piece of iron from the lake. According to my deduction and that of other senior brothers, it should be a shovel head."

"shovel!"

Hearing this disciple's words, Yin Jiuming also became a little excited. If it is really a shovel, it means that the treasure is really buried here, and it may not be far from the lake.

However, it is still uncertain whether the rusty piece of iron on the ground is a shovel, so he didn't show much expression on his face.

This makes other disciples admire very much, the master of the sect is the master of the sect, and the mentality as stable as Mount Tai is worth learning from!

Although he was very anxious, Yin Jiuming still didn't lean over to see if the iron piece on the ground was a shovel.

He gave Elder Hei a wink, and Elder Hei, who had always been taciturn, picked up the iron piece on the ground with his sword in front of him, observed it carefully for a moment, then nodded to Yin Jiuming, affirming the student's guess.

Elder Hei is a first-class warrior, but he still knows the shovel, not only does he know it, but he is very familiar with it.

Ready!

This is a decayed shovel without a handle!

A shovel cannot appear by itself at the lake, someone must have brought it in.

There are very, very few warriors who use shovels as weapons, and even the group of guys who are known as descendants of Shennong only use hoes.

The more likely purpose of this shovel being brought in was to bury things.

A smile finally appeared on Yin Jiuming's face, which made the Minggu Sect disciples who looked at him feel a bit of warmth.

"Search all places by the lake immediately, don't let go of any clues!"

"yes!"

After seeing hope, the hearts of the disciples of Minggu Sect became active again.

The downturn of three consecutive days without any gains can no longer be seen in them.

But they were obviously too optimistic. No one thought that they found the decayed shovel and thought they had seen the gate of the treasure, but this gate would be so hidden.

When Yin Jiuming received the news, the sun was still only slightly slanting to the west. Now the sun has disappeared in the western sky, and the disciples of the Minggu Sect still have nothing to gain.

The smile on Yin Jiuming's face disappeared again, as if it had never appeared before.

Elder Heibao and other Minggu sect disciples also became solemn.

But none of them are the most uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable is undoubtedly the disciple who found the shovel fragment.

It was as if he lived in a centipede in his heart now, and every centipede's leg was stinging his heart.

"Impossible, it must be by the lake, I will definitely find it, door master, you believe me, the treasure must be by the lake!"…

Yin Jiuming didn't blame the disciple, but he didn't comfort her either.

Instead, he said to the disciple of the Minggu Sect next to him: "Take him down to rest first. The others should also rest first, and look for clues tomorrow."

Although there was no battle today, searching for clues was not idle at all. Every disciple consumed a lot of energy and stamina.

And it is not suitable to look for clues at night, the light is too dark, it is very easy to overlook many details.

It's better to rest well at night and wait until tomorrow to search for clues to the treasure.

Although there is no harvest today, Yin Jiuming still believes that the treasure is most likely near the lake.

He carefully observed the Nine Dragon Wall in the afternoon. Compared with the topography of the valley, the center surrounded by nine dragons seemed to be the lake.

This made a new idea pop up in my heart.

This idea is a bit absurd, so before you rule out other possibilities, let it stay in your mind and don't come out casually.

Yin Jiuming and the disciples of the Minggu Sect didn't notice that their every move by the lake in the afternoon fell into a pair of eyes hiding in the dark.

The owner of these eyes was closer to them at night, and had already pressed against their faces.

In the dead of night, no one appreciates the beautiful scenery of singing birds and fragrant flowers in the valley.

At this time, a man's head covered with a black kerchief appeared among the aquatic plants next to the temporary residence of the disciples of the Minggu Sect.

Just as he was about to come out of the water plants and enter the Minggu faction camp to explore, suddenly his ears moved slightly and he returned to the grass again.

After a few breaths, a figure with messy steps came out of the camp and trotted all the way to the lake.

Yang Yuan looked at the figures running out of the camp of the Minggu faction, and gave up his plan to continue entering the camp.

"It must be a problem to run out alone at such a late hour!"

He carefully shuttled through the grass, step by step approaching the figure who just ran out.

After approaching, Yang Yuan could see the appearance of the figure clearly. Most of the standard disciples of the Minggu Sect had some bone ornaments on their bodies except for the gray clothes.

^0^ Remember in a second【】

These bones are from something, hopefully not human.

This disciple of the Minggu Sect jumped into the water immediately after rushing to the lake, which shocked Yang Yuan, thinking that he was going to throw himself into the lake.

Unexpectedly, he was just groping in the shallow water by the lake. Should be looking for something.

From the non-stop words in his mouth, it can also be seen that he is looking for something, "It must be found, it is near here, and my feeling is not wrong, it is near here."

Yang Yuan watched the actions of the Minggu Sect for a long time during the day, and soon recognized him as the disciple of the Minggu Sect who found the shovel.

But why is he like this now? crazy?

"Is it just because there is no clue to find the treasure in the afternoon, so it became like this? It's too fragile!"

Yang Yuan complained in his heart about the disciples of the Minggu Sect in the water, their psychological endurance is too weak.

Suddenly, the disciples of the Minggu Sect in the water burst out laughing, "Hahaha, I found it! Hahaha, I found it..."

What? Really found it!

Just when Yang Yuan was about to see what he found, the disciple of the Minggu Sect in the water suddenly fell into the water, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Only Yang Yuan was left stunned in the grass, what happened?

How did he fall?

Yang Yuan swore that within 50 meters of his perception, there was no creature other than him.

Could it be that he encountered a ghost?

Yang Yuan suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in the valley.

He really wanted to see how that person died, but the laughter of the disciples of the Minggu Sect had already attracted the attention of the Minggu Sect camp, and Yang Yuan had already seen someone coming with a torch.

He lost the opportunity to see the bodies in the water up close.

Neither Yang Yuan nor Yin Jiuming knew that the real danger was around them.

If any of them have met old man Tianji, they can definitely get a piece of news about Burial Soul Valley from him:

The Lake of Lost Souls in Burial Soul Valley is difficult for Da Luo's gods to enter!

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^