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Chapter 1446, Super World Wave!(2/2)

Each of the three has their own considerations.

Qin Kun felt that they were right.

But the next moment, Miaoshan said again: "Speak a little off topic. I heard from Master that this was the case in Bailong Temple that year."

White Dragon Temple?!

Everyone was stunned, and Qin Kun narrowed his eyes.

"White Dragon Temple was also called out?"

"The master said it seems to be so, but he can't explain it clearly."

Qin Kun sneered, why was Bailong Temple summoned? Is it special to have just a six-path stone tablet? There are seven remnants of souls accompanying the Tiangou. Until now, Qin Kun doesn't know what the meaning of that temple is. He only knows that there are six mysteries in it, which is a dangerous place.

Suddenly, Qin Kun's smile froze.

White Dragon Temple...

Seven…the remnant souls accompanying Tiangou?!

Gongsun Feimao, Guo Wei, Bao Xiren, Du Xingyun, Ma Yongjiang, Wuyunzi, Yang Shen...

There is no Ji Taichu and Yuwen Ke!

Qin Kun suddenly stood up.

"You guys say, will Bailong Temple be Yuwen Ke's ten-death prison?!"

Several people looked at Qin Kun and their expressions gradually became solemn.

Qin Kun rubbed his temples and stroked his thoughts: "If that's the case! Bailong Temple is equivalent to Yuwen Ke, and ten death prisons are for me!"

After saying this, others understand!

This is equivalent to Yang Shen’s Yehuo Xuan Mansion!

Being substantive!

But...why do you need this?

What's the point?

"The era is wrong!" Mo Wuji reminded softly, "I heard that Bailong Temple appeared in the Song and Yuan dynasties?"

Miaoshan is serious: "It is not that the age is wrong, but that the taboos disappeared during the Song and Yuan dynasties and others can enter, so there is a record."

Everyone is not sure what the fact is.

Qin Kun felt that this idea was very close to the truth.

Xu Facheng became much older and pressed his palm at this moment: "We can actually not think about the White Dragon Temple for now. If the Ten Dead City was really summoned, then why could Qin Kun's city be summoned here?"

No one knows about this, but Qin Kun knows it very well.

Because... Star-grabbing!

They did not summon the Ten Dead City through the Ten Dead Seals, but it is very likely that the Star Seals were seized! The Ten Dead Seals were captured by Qin Kun with this thing!

Wang Qian and his friends got up at the door and heard the chatting in the room and came over.

"Qin Kun, we want to go on the street, can we?"

Wang Qian, Chu Qianxun, Li Chong, Chai Ziyue, Cui Honghu, Han Yao and others dressed in a travel style.

Qin Kun did not stop it.

It’s good to go around, but you can help you in time when encountering emergencies.

"Okay, be careful. Where are Zhao Feng and the others?"

"Zhao Feng, Junior Sister Shuoyue, Fo Hai has already lost his phone number. I think you don't arrange tasks for them, so I left after breakfast early in the morning."

Yes, these three are also restless.

But since they are here, they are all ghost hunters who are the only ones, and they must know the dangers.

Wang Qian and his team left, so they naturally had the intention of training.

In the room, four top-notch people looked at each other, and Miaoshan first said: "Amitabha, Zen Master Tie told me to take good care of the Buddha Sea. I am not at ease with them to act alone, so I should follow them secretly."

Qin Kun gave him a car key, but Miaoshan looked at Qin Kun with contempt: "Do you think I can drive?"

"Xu Facheng and you will be shopping."

Xu Facheng agreed and the two left.

Mo Wuji also felt that he was so bored here. He was the one who couldn't rest. Qin Kun gave him another car key: "Nie Huzi is back later, you and Nie Yuxuan."

Mo Wuji left with the key.

Qin Kun was the only one left in the room.

At this moment, he remembered the incident of Bailong Temple again.

If the White Dragon Temple was summoned by Yuwen Ke back then... how did he summon it and why...

While meditating, Qin Kun felt uneasy. Such things could not be verified.

He felt that at least Yuwen Ke was not doing anything for quantum experiments.

"You have to ask the people in the castle."

...

...

Soul Castle, a special experimental base.

Feng Qiang once said that wherever there is a soul castle experimental personnel, there is a soul castle.

At this moment, the experimenters in the Soul Castle were controlled by the Ghost Council, and Qin Kun didn't know where he was locked up. He drove his car on the street, looking down at Paris with his eyes, and wanted to find some clues on the surface.

But this behavior is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Paris is actually very magnificent. The 400,500-year-old buildings are embedded in this city without any contradiction. It has a strong historical heritage. In addition, it has a developed economy and one of the famous cities that combines ancient and modern times. Paris is well deserved.

From the suburbs to the urban area and then to the suburbs, the city is actually not big, the county is the same size, but it is extremely exquisite. It is said that the overall situation is slightly worse than that of London, but Qin Kun thinks it is already very good.

From the northeast to the southeast, Qin Kun also found a few seemingly special places, without any special places. When he felt that his thoughts were a bit naive, he suddenly saw someone.

With orange-red hair, a middle-aged uncle with long hair tied up, he sat on a bench in the suburbs with something written. A football kicked and hit the uncle's head. The quill trembled, and his body was full of ink traces. The uncle rubbed his head and looked at him. They looked at the uncle's hippie face, but they did not apologize, and took the ball and left.

The uncle shook his head helplessly.

After Qin Kuntian's eyes approached, the middle-aged uncle raised his head: "Do you like watching me jokes?"

The sports car drove away, parked by the lawn, turned off the engine, and the windows fell.

"Come up and sit?"

Qin Kun greets him.

The middle-aged uncle came over and said, "Qin, do you want to participate in this game too?"

"I don't think this is a game. Carter, where is your evil stick pendant?" Qin Kun asked lit a cigarette.

The middle-aged uncle in front of him was Herell Carter! Pope of the Black Souls.

Qin Kun found that this uncle was sometimes bored, either instigating evil sticks to commit crimes or writing fairy tales that no one reads. He couldn't figure out what kind of person he was.

Qin Kun saw that Carter did not wear an inverted five-pointed star hanging today, which was a bit strange. Although this old evil stick didn't care much about the life and death of the Black Souls, he would wear the iconic hanging hanging regularly every time he appeared, but he disappeared today.

"Oh, I've sent Van Helsing. He's now the Pope of the Black Souls."

Qin Kun choked on the cigarette, Fan Helsing, Pope of the Black Souls?

Are you sick? Are you not afraid of your Black Soul Sect disbanding?

Carter got into the car, and suddenly the quill was gone. He grabbed Qin Kun and said, "I borrow some ink."

The next moment, a causal thread in Qin Kun's body was pulled out!

Qin Kun was stunned. The causal line was black and stinky. It was not his own, but it was actually inside the ghost spear Xuanfei! The ghost spear Xuanfei was pulled out and bitten, and Carter's eyes lit up: "What is this?"

He seemed to be very interested in Ghost Spear Xuanfo.

Qin Kun raised his hand and pinched Carter's wrist: "It's not your thing, don't move around."

Carter laughed and broke the causal line. The foul-stenched causal line penetrated into the quill, and there was a black hair on the tail.

Only then did Qin Kun see that his quill... was all cut off causal lines?

"Qin, let me show you something fun."

Carter said, excitedly writing down the characteristics of the young men playing football next to him.

Then, a background narrative was added.

‘One day, they were playing football, and suddenly hell came, and the devil told them that if they couldn’t score a penalty, they would die’

The background description of third-rate fairy tales is very clumsy, but the mirage world comes with it!

Several teenagers were chasing football on the lawn. Suddenly, dark clouds were covered with blood, the earth was bleeding, their heads rolled down one after another, and blood was sprayed on their necks.
Chapter completed!
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