Tomb Raider: The Beginning of The Worm Valley Fused with Golden Silkworm Gu - Chapter 170

spin and rise.

Xu Lang could feel the breeze blowing everywhere.

There is a subtle breath in the wind.

Xu Lang’s eyes gleamed.

slowly raised his right hand.

The temperature in the palm of the palm is getting hotter.

The light slowly emerged.

“Fire!”.

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Fire is readily available.

Xu Lang’s right palm emits real fire from the sun.

Immeasurable Karma Fire, this kind of fire, too sinister.

is absolutely powerful.

But it is not suitable for this kind of groundbreaking work.

Maybe they burned everything in Xu Lang’s own imaginary space.

The sun is really different.

In this regard, Sun Zhenhuo is professional.

Soon, the heat of the sun’s real fire began to slowly and gently radiate into the space.

At the same time, Xu Lang also felt-his body was hollowed out.

The few simple actions just now made Xu Lang feel that all his energy has been exhausted.

There are even signs of collapse.

Xu Lang shook his head.

Knowing that his current strength is not enough to support a real breakthrough.

Behind the door of the current imaginary space, it is a semi-finished product.

is far from becoming a world.

is barely a cave house.

Xu Lang could only temporarily withdraw from the gate of the imaginary space.

The door appeared in midair volley, and then disappeared out of thin air.

When Xu Lang came out, she found that Yueying was tilting her head, looking shocked at Xu Lang walking out of the void.

Xu Lang grinned, showing a pure and sincere smile.

then put his finger on his lips.

“Small down, don’t wake up other people.”

Yueying nodded obediently, and then quickly ran up to Xu Lang’s neck and pulled it down.

Xu Lang frowned.

Living scarves are still somewhat unaccustomed.

Fortunately, I was in the Kunlun Mountains at this time. It was already snowing outside and the temperature was not high.

Xu Lang was roasting on the fire, and did not tear off the moon shadow, but thought about how to turn the good things in his hands into money after going out.

This trip to Kunlun Mountain by Hu Payi and the others is considered a complete meritorious service.

The curse of the dust bead on 　　 has been eliminated.

This trip is not in vain.

It is Uncle Ming who is more miserable.

The dream of this old port farmer’s glacial crystal corpse is completely shattered.

Dead bodyguard, dead Ma Zai, dead wife, and only myself and my goddaughter are left.

Axiang will never mix with Uncle Ming again 80% of the time.

Uncle Ming sold Axiang several times along the way.

, it was Axiang’s own fate that barely survived.

Xu Lang’s gain is undoubtedly the greatest.

Gains in various senses.

In addition to the power of various monsters, evil spirits and snake gods, Xu Lang also got a lot of valuable things.

The largest number is the gems dug from the ice bucket tomb of the reincarnation sect masters of the past dynasties.

There are also gold and silver wares in the Bingdou Tomb, but there are not many.

Most of them are gems and medicinal materials.

Most gems are agate, turquoise, Kunlun white jade, amber, coral, dzi, beeswax and so on.

These things are not like gold and silver.

Anytime, anywhere, it can be sold at a discount, and where it is sold, the price difference will not be particularly large.

Gems, if they are put in the right place and run by the right person, can be sold for a big price.

If you put it on the Panjiayuan stall, you can also sell it at the stall price.

Xu Lang really needs a bit of thought.

After much deliberation, in this era, when the 1980s just emerged, the most suitable place to deal with these stones was actually Xiangjiang.

Xiangjiang was the peak of prosperity in the 1980s and 1990s.

There are many rich people.

And many rich people tell the truth the average level of education, all kinds of monsters, ghosts, strange customs and beliefs are thriving in this place with big sesame beans.

Many of them still believe in Tibetan Tantric Buddhism.

This batch of things in Xu Lang’s hands, made up an excellent story, had a little connection with Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, and each of them could be sold for a price.

Uncle Ming has to do this.

Although Shirley Yang is familiar with overseas, Chief of Staff Yang is essentially an explorer and a person with a strong academic temperament.

Let Chief of Staff Yang sell the stones, and she can donate them directly to the museum.

To deceive people and swindle money, you still have to find a professional profiteer.

At the same time, Xu Lang also thought about bringing some valuable things. After taking a trip to the South China Sea, he planned to buy an island for fun.

I don’t know how long it took, and the others finally woke up.

Xu Lang is no longer polite this time.

The thoughts last night made Xu Lang feel that time is pressed.

Everyone has lost a lot of time underground in this Kunlun Mountain, it’s time to leave as soon as possible.

After 　　, Xu Lang put down the moon shadow.

“This thing is the boss of Diguanyin. It must know the way to the ground. Let’s stop looking for it, just let it lead the way.”

Fatty Wang looked at Yueying, but he couldn’t believe him, “Can you be reliable? Don’t lead us back.”

Xu Lang smiled and glanced at Yue Ying, “No, she doesn’t dare.”

Other people naturally have no opinion.

Moon Shadow drilled east and west along the way, with a group of people, and it only took half a day to climb to the ground.

The road is full of twists and turns, and there are many forks.

If it weren’t for the moon shadow to lead the way, I’m afraid that a group of people in the underground passage would have to walk for at least two or three days to get out.

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What surprised Hu Payi and Shirley Yang and the others was that the place they came out was still a familiar place.

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After 　　 came out, it was a cave.

The cave is facing the Tibetan bone ditch in front.

When everyone got out of the cave, they found that they were not far away from the place where they had camped at the mouth of Hailuogou.

Xu Lang and others quickly found a few footmen.

The footman was very happy to see Xu Langchuyi and Hu Payi Wang Fatty, saying that these days, he heard avalanches and landslides in Hailuogou, and various loud noises.

Moreover, the smell of sulfur is getting stronger and stronger, so I’m very worried about the first-class people.

The people gathered together and quickly retreated to the pastoral area.

After arriving in the pastoral area, Xu Lang looked at the first year old brother and his family together, holding his wife and children in his arms, feeling very happy.

This time, I finally did something.

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People like the old man in the first year of the new year deserve to be drinking highland barley wine in the morning when the children and grandchildren are full of the house, watching the flocks of fat and strong cows and sheep outside the house, smelling the smell of dried cow dung and butter tea. Passed away peacefully.

But the happiest person to meet everyone is the Iron Rod Lama.

The old man is also afraid of waiting in the pastoral area.

Fortunately, the Tibetans in the pastoral area all respect the iron rod lama, and the old man’s body is very good.

After seeing the people and hearing what happened to them, Lama Tiebang stared at Xu Lang in particular, and looked up and down for a long time.

Obviously, the old man still has doubts in his heart, mainly because other people describe Xu Lang too godly.

In the evening, when everyone ate and drank, they took their belly full of beef and mutton butter tea and barley wine and slept in the tent.

The Iron Rod Lama called Xu Lang outside.

The moon is bright and windy.

The snow line on the top of the snow mountain in the distance is getting lower and lower.

The air is freezing cold.

Winter is coming.

Xu Lang didn’t expect to come out with Lama Tiebang to enjoy the moon, and laughed at himself.

Iron Rod Lama looked at Xu Lang, and suddenly he drew out the dark iron rod with the thickness of a duck egg and more than three feet long from behind him.

Under the moonlight, the iron rod flickered in the dark.

The rough surface actually shows some strange pattern, forming a pattern similar to the shape of the scripture.

The energy aura from above is also completely different from the past.

Xu Lang’s eyes twitched.

Is this the true face of the iron rod?

“Wei Tuotian King Kong lowers the magic pestle. This is its name. It has been with me for decades.”

“Now, it’s time to return, Venerable Vetus is its true master.”

After 　　 finished speaking, Lama Tiebang handed the stick to Xu Lang. Gate.