After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Put the square stele into the mustard seed space.

Qin He's mind also sank in, and Zhu Gangli and the old ape fell asleep.

There is another person I can ask, that is the old demon Xinglan.

After the old demon Xinglan usurped the soul-nourishing jade of Zhu Ganglie, he was trapped in the purple gold gourd and had nothing to do.

He dared not disturb Zhu Gangli, nor did he dare to make any noise.

Besides being terrifying, it's also extremely boring.

A moment later, Qin He's thoughts turned into a figure, descended into the mustard seed space, and went directly to the small cemetery.

It's been a long time since I last saw the small cemetery. It has grown a bit, but not much.

The cemetery is undulating, and although it is not very neat, it is well-arranged.

The tomb is made of bluestone and the stele is made of white jade, with a faint seven-colored light lingering on it.

Around the cemetery and between the tombstones, there are all kinds of unknown wild flowers everywhere, with wild flowers in full bloom and warblers and butterflies flying.

Logically speaking, a tomb should be a dark and gloomy place, but there is no evil or death here at all. Instead, it blends in with the surrounding beautiful scenery and is full of vitality.

Every time Qin He comes to this small cemetery, he can feel a sense of tranquility in his heart.

Whenever Qin He's mood fluctuates, his mind will come to this place, the cemetery that he built with his own hands from a small mound.

Take a walk, take a look, or bury a urn of ashes.

Pick up the pearls hidden in the ocean one by one.

So everything seemed to have a destination, false thoughts did not arise, and inner demons did not appear, which was of great benefit to cultivation. This was also one of the reasons why Qin He's strength had improved by leaps and bounds recently.

It is a bit regrettable that Qin He still doesn't understand how the small cemetery appeared in the mustard seed Sumeru that was opened up in his body.

In a moment of thought, he was buried from the East into this world. It was truly magical.

But Qin He couldn't figure it out, and he was too lazy to think about it. As long as it was useful, it was fine.

Qin He chose a good spot, took out a big black shovel, and took out some ingredients.

The ashes from Gu Zhiwei's burnt wood were buried shovel by shovel.

Because its body is large, the tomb mound also appears larger.

The name was engraved on the white jade stele: The Tomb of Gu Zhiwei, the Cypress Spirit of Thorn Ridge.

Thus, this old tree demon that had existed for 20,000 years came to an end.

After burying Gu Zhiwei, Qin He walked towards a corner of the mausoleum, where there was a emerald green plant similar to an orchid. It was emerald green all over, slightly translucent, and only about three inches long.

Flower of the other shore.

After not seeing it for a few years, it has grown an inch taller and its leaves are also a little longer.

This rare thing actually survived after being transplanted.

Seeing this, Qin He was in a good mood. He put away the big black shovel and walked leisurely to the purple gold gourd.

The gourd was placed not far from the small cemetery.

The old demon Xinglan witnessed Qin He coming here several times to erect a monument and bury the soil.

For it, this small cemetery also subverted its cognition. As an old demon, it was very familiar with all kinds of tombs, tombs, and ghost caves.

It also likes those places and stays there whenever it goes out.

But the cemetery in front of me doesn’t have the atmosphere of a grave at all. It feels like this is not a cemetery, but a flower field facing the sun.

It didn't know what Qin He had buried, and didn't dare to ask.

I felt that the resentment in my heart was somewhat dissipated by being cleansed by this breath day and night.

Seeing Qin He approaching, it quickly transformed into a vague smiling face and said, "Great Immortal, you are here."

"Do you know who was buried just now?" Qin He asked.

The old demon Xinglan shook his head.

"One of the four tree demons in Thorn Ridge, Gu Zhiwei." Qin He said.

"Congratulations, Great Immortal, for killing the leader of the tree demons again. Thorn Ridge must have been severely damaged. There are only two left and they are not a concern. With your great power, you can pacify them in no time." The old demon Xinglan's heart trembled, and he secretly called it abnormal. It had only been a short time, and he was still working non-stop.

They have actually started to pacify the Jedi again. What is scary is not whether they can do it, but the speed.

He was clearly seriously injured before, that was revealed in Zhu Ganglie's words.

"You don't think I only killed Gu Zhiwei, do you?" Qin He smiled slightly.

"Could it be..." The old demon Xinglan was stunned, and then his heart was shocked.

"The Thorn Ridge has been removed from my list. The land there is very fertile. By this time next year, there will be flourishing vegetation and blooming flowers." Qin Hedao.

"Congratulations, Immortal. Congratulations, Immortal." The old demon Xinglan shouted that it was abnormal. The Great Immortal Qingniu did not suffer any loss. Akagi Kui had a good death.

"My lord, I have come here to tell you what you want me to do." The old demon Xinglan gradually straightened his attitude.

The more powerful Qin He appears, the more upright its attitude becomes.

"I need your advice. Which Jedi should I destroy next?" Qin He said.