Yin Qin had heard of the power of the monarch ant, but he had never really faced this kind of demon beast. He thought that since this thing flew in the sky, he must be afraid of water.

His guess was good, but he ignored the fierceness and fear of death of Jun Ant. When they find life hidden in the water, they will swoop down desperately, and their impact can reach a depth of three or four feet underwater.

Even if they were holding artemisia grass poles, they still fell within the attack range of the monarch ants. In a hurry, they spliced the artemisia grass poles in everyone's mouths in pairs to make them six or seven feet long, and the two of them shared a straw to dive deeper underwater.

Yin diligently dragged everyone to dive deeper, and finally escaped the attack of the ant colony, feeling that someone was pulling the corner of his clothes, and it was Yin Xiaoxiao who puffed out his mouth and stuffed him with artemisia rods. The bloodline of the diligent old turtle can hold his breath underwater for a few hours, he waved his hand, and saw that Yin Gongzi's face was purple on the side, so he quickly stuffed the artemisia rod into his mouth.

Yin Gongzi took a few sips in a row, and then he relieved himself, twisting Yin's small ears, looking distressed.

Everyone hid underwater for most of the hour, and it was not until there was no ant hitting the surface of the water for a long time that they quietly floated up. The outside world was silent, except for the river flowing and the mountain wind blowing, and there was no longer a trace of living things around.

It was as if the mountain had been carefully plowed by the scythe of death, and even the tiny grass insects hiding in the grass could not escape the merciless devouring of the monarch ants. The monarch ant does not eat plants, and treats living creatures equally, and the flesh and blood of animals, even the bones and fur, and even the corpses of the same kind are gnawed clean.

Yin Qin took everyone to climb ashore from the river, the Yin family brothers and sisters looked at the silent hill, and the tears finally fell uncontrollably, although they did not see the moment when Yin Tieshan and Zhao Baiyan died together, but everyone knew that Yin Tieshan, who was seriously injured, would not be able to escape no matter what, and he must have been buried in the ant's belly, and the head of his mother disappeared with him. From this moment on, they, like Diligence, all became orphans without a father and mother. And the diligence, who is younger than the Yin brothers, has become the backbone of everyone.

Yin Qin didn't stop them from crying, and in his eyes, the eldest Yin Gongzi was only an eighteen or nineteen-year-old child. He slowed down and led everyone towards the place where Yin Tieshan was besieged.

"That's Elder Yan's wolf bone fan!" Yin Gongchou saw the fan stuck in the ground, and the blood-soaked clothes that had been torn apart by the ant colony.

"Daddy's Hammer!" Yin Xiaoxiao looked around, and when she saw the handle of the hammer on the ground, she ran over crying, and it took all her strength to lift the handle of the awl that was more than two feet long.

Yin Qin saw her staggering, sighed, and took the hammer handle from her hand, no wonder Yin Xiaoxiao felt struggling, Yin Tieshan's chaotic tempering for more than ten years, only made a hammer handle, all of which were made of dark iron according to the standards of high-grade magic weapons, and the hammer handle was only two feet and three inches long, weighing more than two hundred and thirty catties.

This thing may be able to be exchanged for an intermediate spirit stone in Cangshanfang City? Attentively reversed the weight, not light or heavy enough to take advantage of it, but this thing is longer than a rolling pin, there is no sharp point in front and no blade on the side, it is used to fight with people, it can only be a rolling pin wheel, right? Or divide this thing into two, and string it together with an iron ring in the middle? Attentively smiled bitterly and stuck the rolling pin in his waist, that thing roared and roared and was cool to do, if you really want to fight, you will have to smash your head first.

Where Yin Tieshan and Zhao Baiyan died together, the ground was scorched black, which was the trace of Zhao Baijiang's Great Fireball Technique. The clothes on their bodies were all burned to ashes by the fire, but fortunately, both of them were the heads of the family, and the animal skin bags they carried were made of the fur of fourth-level demon beasts, and they were not afraid of water and fire.

The problem is that although the animal skin bag is not afraid of water and fire, it can't withstand the gnawing of the monarch ant, since this thing is a demon animal skin, it is naturally on the recipe of the monarch ant. The monarch ant gnawed away the animal skin bag, and the contents naturally fell to the ground.

From the relics scattered on the ground, the Yin family brothers and sisters finally roughly deduced the location of Yin Tieshan's death, and they wept in a low voice while putting away the contents of Yin Tieshan's animal skin bag. Yin Tieshan's family background is not thick, and he is seriously injured, the spirit stones are used to replenish spiritual power, and most of the healing pills he carries with him are also eaten. In addition to a jade slip containing the ancestral exercises of the Yin family, and a few low-level spirit runes, his relics were four low-level magic weapons, which were three swords and one knife, which were gifts he promised to give to the children after opening the pulse.

Yin Gongzi saw things and thought about people, holding these things and crying.

There is no good way to persuade them, but to make them cry happily. He was even more curious about who was the owner of the other pile of things scattered on the ground? Although there were no corpses, Yin Tieshan had at least left a backing before he died.

Yin Qin walked to the side of another pile of items, feeling slightly disappointed in his heart, all that was scattered on the ground were a few pill bottles and jars, as well as three or five low-level spirit runes. How could there not even be a spirit stone? Yin Qin frowned, the owner of these things is either the head of the family or the elder of the family, how can the net worth be so shabby?

"Wind cone!" Yin Gongzi found a wind cone half inserted in the soil not far away, attracting the Yin family brothers and sisters to go over to watch.

Could it be that it was Zhao Baiyan who buried Yin Tieshan? Yin Qin could almost conclude that the owner of this pile of things was Zhao Baiyan. The Wind Cone is a high-level magic weapon, and it is also a side-by-side killing weapon that Zhao Baiyan relies on to become famous, and he will never leave it behind if he escapes.

But if it was really Zhao Baiyan, then his animal skin bag shouldn't be so shabby, unless he had another place to hide something more valuable?

Yin Qin thought of a possibility, his gaze carefully ploughed over the charred black earth, inch by inch, and suddenly his eyes lit up, three feet away from this pile of things, under a blackened stone, embedded in a black "iron ring".

Attentively hurriedly picked up the "iron" ring, its shape and size, and it really looked like a ring. He carefully wiped it with his hand and found that the thing itself was black, and even if the floating ash on it was erased, it was still a black and inconspicuous ring.

Could this thing be the legendary storage artifact? He put the ring on his hand and was overjoyed. Yin Gongzi once said that storage magic weapons such as Qiankun bags are extremely precious in the barbarian wasteland, and it is impossible for idle immortal cultivators to have such magic weapons.

I didn't expect Zhao Baiyan to have such a treasure hidden in his body! But the ancestor of the Zhao family also came out of the Jindan ancestor, and he was born as a retainer of the Barbarian Emperor Wu clan, and the time for self-reliance was only a few hundred years, and it should be possible to pass down a few treasures.

In contrast, the Yin family, a so-called long-term immortal cultivation family that grandmothers don't love and uncles don't love, even if there are some treasures in their ancestors, they have long been lost after thousands of years of wandering.