On a dark, starless night, a lone moon hung high in the sky.
In the deep mountains behind Lingxi Town.
There is a desolate tomb here. Maybe it has been a long time ago and no descendants have taken care of it. These tombs are overgrown with weeds and the inscriptions on them can no longer be seen clearly.
The mountain wind blows through the cemetery, making a whining sound, like complaining or crying, as if the dead soul is talking about loneliness and loneliness.
There was a man in white clothes with an indifferent expression, looking at the desolate tombs in front of him with one hand behind his back.
This person is Chu Feng who came to look for Ye Xiaoqi and Xiang Dong.
He had waited from afternoon until late at night.
But Xiang Dong and the others were still nowhere to be seen.
Chu Feng just stood here, waiting here.
Another hour passed like this.
Maybe he was a little annoyed.
"What do you want?"
A terrifying voice came from deep inside.
Chu Feng smiled and squatted for an entire afternoon, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Where are my two junior brothers?" Chu Feng asked.
"How did I know!" the voice came again.
Just for a moment.
"Ahem - ah -"
That voice made a painful sound again! It's like someone is holding your neck and you can't breathe.
On a grave, Chu Feng stepped on the grave bag, holding it tightly with his hands, and his eyes were sharp!
But I couldn’t see what Chu Feng was holding!
In fact, Chu Feng felt a soul power as soon as he arrived!
This is not evil cultivation at all, but ghost cultivation!
Ghost cultivators are monks whose souls absorb Yin energy and soul practice after death. They are also called Yin cultivators!
And the secret method of this underworld cultivation is very superb!
The souls that Chu Feng can use now are limited, and he can only feel the faint soul breath. If this Yin cultivator couldn't help but speak and make noises, Chu Feng would not be able to find his location.
Under Chu Feng's suppression, this Yin Xiu revealed his figure.
He is a thin, dry little old man.
"Who are you?" the little old man asked hurriedly.
Chu Feng was silent, and his indifferent eyes filled the little old man with fear.
His ghost elixir aura surged wildly, and he tried all kinds of methods, but he just couldn't break free from Chu Feng's restraints!
The power of Chu Feng's soul made him unable to see through it.
While resisting, Chu Feng's hands began to absorb his own soul!
"Senior, spare your life!"
Seeing Chu Feng's tactics, the little old man looked panicked and began to beg for mercy.
"Tell me, where are my junior brothers and the others!" Chu Feng asked coldly.
"Senior, I am just a puppet, they are not in my hands! I have no choice but to do so!" the little old man explained quickly.
"tell me the story?"
After Chu Feng let go of his hand, the little old man let out a long sigh of relief.
Being pinched by Chu Feng was like holding a sharp knife on his neck, as if he was going to die in the next second.
Looking up at Chu Feng's cold eyes, the little old man hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.
"Senior, I am a ghost in this cemetery. By chance, I opened my spiritual wisdom and practiced by absorbing the Yin Qi of this cemetery."
Chu Feng frowned, "You can cultivate to such a state by absorbing these Yin Qi?"
Chu Feng didn't understand the way of Yin cultivation, but he felt that Yin cultivation was actually able to form a Yin elixir!
This is definitely not something that can be cultivated in this underworld.
"Senior, I haven't finished speaking yet."
The little old man continued: "Three years ago, a Taoist passed by here. He taught me the ghost cultivation method and provided me with Yin Qi pills for practice. I thought I had met a noble person, but when I took the ghost pill , he actually took a piece of my soul and turned me into his puppet."
"After becoming a puppet, he forced me to kill people and give away some souls for him to practice."
"Most of the people in this town are my descendants. How can I be willing to harm my descendants? But if I don't do it, that Taoist will refine my soul to make a soul pill..."
At this point, the little old man sighed.
"As a last resort, I had to kill some people."
"I thought I would live in such painful days forever, but since you monks came to Lingxi Town, this ghost cultivator said that as long as I attract you here, he will no longer force me to harm others."
"Senior, please understand. I am also a victim of this."
Hearing this, Chu Feng asked curiously: "If that person is so powerful, why do you let you lead him?"
The little old man laughed at himself; "Perhaps they regard me as a scapegoat. The Immortal Sect will definitely deal with me then."
Chu Feng was speechless.
The little old man confessed everything about the Taoist at once.
Is this old man willing to be a scapegoat?
Seeing Chu Feng's expression, the little old man explained: "That Taoist threatened me, saying that if I didn't become a kicker, he would train the whole town... But I see that you, senior, have a high level of cultivation, and I think you can surrender to that." Demonic way, I just opened my mouth to tell you."
Chu Feng nodded and asked the little old man to lead the way to the Taoist.
Ye Xiaoqi and Xiang Dong must not have been killed, because if they were in a desperate situation, Xiang Dong would definitely use the Seven Swords of Life and Death...
The big demonic shadow that covers the sky will definitely attract the attention of the people in Lingxi Town, and there is no way that there will be no movement.
Soon, under the guidance of the little old man, Chu Feng saw a hut located on the top of the mountain.
"Senior, this is the Taoist's residence, and he is inside."
The little old man was a little scared, and his hand trembling while pointing at the thatched house.
Chu Feng strode directly to the door and knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"
This made the little old man startled. Is it so relaxed and casual?
Same as visiting friends.
After a while, there was no response from the house.
Chu Feng knocked on the door again, but there was still no response.
"Then I'll come in by myself."
Chu's magic power was circulating and he slapped it away with one palm.
Boom!
This thatched house collapsed instantly!
A Taoist with a mustache came towards Chu Feng from the collapsed house holding a fly whisk.
The white beard hairs of the fly whisk not only lengthen! Sweeping this Chu wind!
Chu Feng was wrapped into a ball by the white whiskers like a cicada chrysalis!
Waving his magic power, Chu Feng wanted to break the shackles of this whisk!
White Beard could no longer suppress it at first sight.
"Hey, it's pretty strong! But you can't escape."
The Taoist took out the formation plate and set up the formation next to the "Cicada Chrysalis", and the formation was quickly completed! A suppressive force appears!
Soon Chu Feng stopped struggling!
This eight-character Hu Taoist is actually an array master!
No wonder Xiang Dong and Ye Xiaoqi are not inferior!
"Tang Yan! If you don't do it, you will trick another monk! Hahaha..." The Taoist laughed and looked at the little old man very satisfied. He took out a Yin Qi Pill and threw it to the little old man.
The little old man took the Yin Qi Pill and thanked him with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Master, for the gift!"
What he said to Chu Feng is true or false. He is indeed the ancestor of most people in Lingxi Town, and he is indeed the ghost servant of the Taoist. However, those who had their souls sucked away and died were all killed by him voluntarily, and the Taoist did not. Force him.
For the sake of cultivation, he doesn't mind if his descendants pay something...even their lives.
Everything was done to deceive Chu Feng.
"The medicinal plant will be mature tomorrow. When the time comes to train these three monks into war corpses, I will still benefit from you." The Taoist touched his mustache and said with a smile.
