Chang Si had flown more than two hundred miles in one breath before landing on the barren ground. He had reached the Four Tribulations Pulse Expansion Realm. He liked the feeling of being down-to-earth more and more. He casually stepped out more than ten feet with one foot and walked around the ancient battlefield like flying. .
The occasional flash of green ghost made him feel friendly.
He met two waves of monks who seemed to want to borrow elixirs from him again. After seeing Chang Siguo inadvertently step out of several afterimages and fly more than fifty feet away, they all became very gentlemen and couldn't help but apologize. , they said they had mistakenly admitted the wrong person.
There are so many wonderful misunderstandings in the world
Passing diagonally across the edge of Weeping Ridge, and then southwest around a smelly gray forest swamp, running for more than a thousand miles, and gradually approaching the center of the Qianqiutan ancient battlefield, he could feel the evil and yin energy in the air increasing.
The ground is no longer barren, with some twisted, strange, knotted plants sparsely appearing.
Dark green, covered with spikes, and looks very unfriendly.
Chang Siguo's heart palpitated, and the feeling of being spied on appeared again.
This time it was more obvious and clear than during the day, like a awn on the back.
He sensed the great danger, but the golden elixir woman named An Yan still chased him.
Purely a guess.
He quickly collected his thoughts, took a look at the half-moon that had moved to the middle of the sky, accelerated his speed, and flew toward the southwest.
It's about half an hour before midnight.
As the Double Ninth Festival approaches, the fog of lost souls outside the Corridor of Lost Souls, which is composed of evil spirits, yin energy, spiritual energy, dead energy, etc., will converge and weaken very quickly. The best time to enter the Corridor of Lost Souls is at noon on the Double Ninth Festival. , is also the choice of most monks who are ready to enter the Corridor of Lost Souls to try their luck.
In the evening, come out as soon as the moon starts to rise. Don't wait until it's close to midnight, otherwise it will be difficult to come out again if there is a slight delay.
Chang Siguo couldn't care anymore. When the time came, he had to go to the Corridor of Lost Souls.
He was not even prepared to look for another place. He would wait until he had endured the pain of tempering his body with sword energy for a quarter of an hour before entering the Corridor of Lost Souls.
He was worried that it would be too late. With his physical strength now that he had advanced to the fourth calamity, it would not be very difficult to endure the sword energy to temper his body and break into the Land of Lost Souls.
The only trouble is that the evil aura of the ancient battlefield will awaken the Killing Heart Sword and emit murderous aura.
When he arrived at a place with such strong evil aura, he didn't know how much trouble the murderous aura would cause him.
We can only take one step at a time.
Thousands of miles away, An Yan, a woman in a long skirt, appeared near the three beams Chang Siguo passed. She checked the dark bronze mirror in her hand. The blurry figure became much clearer, but there were many messy horizontal lines on the screen.
She checked near the valley where the battle took place, and also went to the collapsed cave. She used her magical power to absorb a faint breath. It was the credit of that breath that she was able to accurately find the location on the edge of the ancient battlefield.
However, something went wrong during the pursuit, and she suddenly lost sight of the boy.
No matter what method she used, it didn't work to control the soul-seeking bronze mirror and the breath.
It seemed that an expert had blocked the boy's aura and disappeared completely. An Yan really couldn't imagine that there would be a being beyond the golden elixir who would only intervene instead of directly warning her.
She was puzzled and almost gave up.
It was delayed until dark before the boy's traces were found again.
An Yan chased after him as quickly as possible. She was sure that the boy had entered the ancient battlefield and felt a little headache.
The various evil spirits, yin energy, and spiritual energy in the depths of the ancient battlefield were chaotic, causing the breath she extracted to lose its direction.
Somewhat in a dilemma, she was now extremely sure that that boy had a great deal to do with An Qianchen's fall, but she did not believe that a newly promoted Crystal Mind Realm monk could kill the peak Lingfu Realm guards who protected An Qianchen.
The murderer must be someone else
At this time, two men in black shirts flew out from the back of the hill a little further away.
"Oh, those girls are so pretty."
"Brother, please don't talk nonsense, please."
The other person was more careful and found something was wrong. The woman was suspended in the air coldly, not showing any breath.
He was so excited that he almost fell out of the air. Suddenly, he kicked a bigger iron plate, and he hurriedly stammered to stop his companions from talking nonsense and talking nonsense. He didn't want to live anymore.
He can guarantee that the person in front of him is a master in the Lingfu realm.
How could any female cultivator with low cultivation level wander around the dangerous ancient battlefield alone this late at night?
Isn't it a gift?
He was able to control his aura to such an extent that even in the middle of his crystal state of mind, he couldn't even notice it.
What is he if he is not a master?
Then he saw his companion suddenly split in two silently, and the fear in his eyes froze for a moment. On the way down, the remains of his body turned into ashes and disappeared into the night sky with the wind, leaving no residue behind.
He almost peed his pants in fear. With this magical power, he was clearly a master of the golden elixir.
A companion flirted with a golden elixir fairy to death.
Then the ball really died, leaving him alone to face an angry and terrifying existence. He was strong and did not faint. He bowed his hands and chattered his teeth and said, "Meet the seniors."
No matter how scared he was, he knew in his heart that if he dared to faint, he would never be able to see the sun tomorrow.
In his heart, he scolded his fellow dead ghosts to death.
Cheating pig teammates
"Have you ever seen a big man wearing a tattered black robe passing by?"
An Yan asked coldly in a very unhappy mood.
The man in black shirt nodded, not daring to raise his head, and shouted, "I've seen it, I've seen it before. He even asked us where this place was and said he was lost. After we told him, he also gave us a bottle of third-level silver." Ye Shen Dan.”
Seeing a glimmer of hope for survival, the man quickly took out the porcelain bottle from his sleeve.
An Yan moved her fingers slightly and brought the porcelain bottle in front of her. The cork opened automatically. She only glanced at it and confirmed that it was left by that person. She said in a gentle tone, "Which direction did he go to?"
The man in black shirt half-hunched his waist, pointed to the northwest, and said, "Towards the northeastern edge of Weeping Ridge."
"Weeping Ridge"
An Yan whispered and asked, "How long have you been gone?"
"About the second quarter of Xu, I still remember where the moon hung at that time."
The man boldly raised his head, pointed to the southeast sky, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at the beautiful woman.
After waiting for quite a while, the man in black shirt kept bowing and standing in the air without hearing any questions from the senior opposite.
He promised that he had never been so respectful in his life.
Chang Siguo spared no expense and finally rushed to the edge of the Corridor of Lost Souls nearest to Zi Shi.
He saw many shadowy figures wandering in the gray-white mist, walking extremely slowly.
Those are the lost souls, the monks who failed to break through the Lost Soul Corridor, or the demon cultivators.
They lost their souls, leaving behind a walking corpse. They walked tirelessly in the mist of lost souls, looking for their lost souls, until their bodies rotted and couldn't support anymore and fell to the ground.
Chang Siguo stood on a bare and dark rocky mountain, swallowed a pill, and used his clairvoyance technique to carefully explore the mist flowing a hundred and fifty feet away. His sight only penetrated two or three feet away, and his face changed slightly. The screams and screams exploded in his head.
He quickly cut off his "line of sight" into the mist.
Hearing it a hundred times is better than seeing it once. He finally tried the power of the soul-losing mist blocking the road ahead.
At this moment, he felt that he was being spied on again, and his heart skipped a beat. It seemed that he was very close, and he was a little anxious. He didn't know the exact time, or how long it would be before the midnight hour was reached.
Every time in the past, he had instinctively resisted the moment when Zi Shi was being punished, but this time he was looking forward to it extremely.
Brother Daoqi, come early.
Wait,
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