Zheyunling.
The wild mountains are filled with clouds and smoke, the mountain streams are white and the waterfalls are roaring, the monkeys are roaring, a winding mountain road is looming in the dense forest and canyon, the snow-white mist is drifting through the green mountains and forests, and the wind is very light.
Bright sunshine shines through the branches and leaves.
Wisps of light illuminate the moss and flowers on the ground.
The forest is full of life, with sika deer walking leisurely on the moss. The background is dark, and the tall antlers look particularly dreamy in the light.
Suddenly, the darkness blocks the sun and brings depression, and depressing dark clouds roll in...
Endless clouds gradually enveloped the entire Zheyun Mountains.
It was still bright on the other side of the mountains.
Soil slopes and paddy fields.
A dark-skinned man in rough clothes straightened up to wipe his sweat, pulled out the hairy soles from the mud in the rice fields, stepped on the field ridge with his big feet, washed the mud in the ditch, and carried the grass back to the village. The big yellow dog led the way happily wagging its tail, on both sides of the field ridge. The seedlings in the rice fields are green.
The yellow dog leading the way suddenly barked and stared at the Ruyun Mountains uneasily.
The man carrying the grass looked up and was stunned.
I saw the towering mountains become dim, ink-like dark clouds pressing in, the black sky and the blue sky clearly separated, and the black clouds rolled forward!
Wiping his unshaven and rough face, he ran home quickly.
Run back to the fence gate.
"Meow!"
The rough man was startled by his own black cat.
The black cat, which is slightly smaller than a dog, hissed into the house with its furry tail, and clawed at the ground with its thick four claws. However, the thatched house, which had already smelled of food in the past, was quiet, and there was no smoke coming from the chimney. The man felt bad in his heart. premonition...
The big yellow dog also barked towards the house...
The door was open, and my wife was squatting in a corner of the dark room, whispering.
Take a closer look.
"Come...someone..."
Something happened in the village. Neighbors gathered outside the fence courtyard and whispered, holding knives, forks and sticks. Some people brought ashes from the incense stove at the Tutu Temple at the entrance of the village. The young man grabbed the rough man and refused to let him go back to the house.
At this moment, darkness over the mountains enveloped the village, and the dazzling sun was blocked by clouds.
"Look!"
The village woman in the house was shivering inexplicably, trying to run but unable to move.
This scene made the dabbler confused. The grapefruit leaf and peach wood stick failed to work, but he was so frightened that he looked like this. Could it be... bad!
Feeling something in his heart, he turned around.
I saw a girl in white with long hair on the mountain road behind the village.
I was still at the old willow tree just now, and in the blink of an eye I reached the threshold stone. It was light and airy, just like the handsome mountain ghost legendary by the older generation.
Grassy mountain road.
Bai Yujun turned her beautiful eyes to see the village.
After thinking for a while, he went straight to the village. In order to move quickly, he tapped the grass and branches with his toes and used Qinggong and body movements to move forward lightly. In fact, he followed the traces of evil cultivators and happened to find some clues.
The half-hearted man was so frightened that his whole body tensed up, he was panting hard and could not speak.
Perhaps thinking that human beings need sunshine, Bai Yujun opened a hole in the dark clouds and shed light on the village.
More and more villagers are seeing the 'mountain ghost'.
Silently, the girl in the white dress stood outside the fenced courtyard. She was so beautiful that she was not like the human beings. The young men in their prime of life were almost stunned, and they couldn't take their eyes away and wished they could pop their eyes out.
Move forward gently.
The villagers involuntarily moved out of the way.
Bang~
The young man holding the ashes from the incense burner was so stunned that the jar dropped to the ground.
With a click, the jar shattered and the ashes of the incense burner were scattered all over the floor.
The sunshine shining in the black cloud hole is very warm.
at the same time.
The gentleman standing at the front had his eyes wide open, staring at the ground and not even daring to faint.
Shadows on the ground!
It was still a human-shaped shadow before, but after the incense burner ashes were scattered, it turned into a shadow with horns on its head and a tail behind it. This is not a human being!
A certain Bai smiled at the old man, his smile warm and sweet.
The old man laughed, and his laughter was uglier than crying.
Walking into the house, he reached out and grabbed a gray, rickety shadow from the woman's body.
He pinched it with his hand, flattened and rounded it, as if he was looking for something. He disappeared from the spot and left the village with a slight sway. He locked on the aura of a certain evil cultivator through the kneaded evil energy. The evil cultivator was like a pathogen, no matter where he went. Toxins may be released intentionally or unintentionally.
You can distinguish a lot of things through this thing.
"You can't escape..."
The burning flames in the palms burn away evil spirits.
She rubbed her face vigorously with her little hands and turned into a freckled female ranger with a bamboo flute tied around her waist.
Beyond Zheyun Ridge, it already belongs to the Xia clan's sphere of influence. Theoretically, the realm of the Immortal Lord is bound and governed by the Heavenly Court. However, when the Heavenly Court is weak, the rules may change. Bai Yujun restrained his aura and completely disappeared.
The devil has no scruples.
They fled along the road and harmed countless living beings, and they were not intercepted by the Xia clan.
Ponds full of dead fish, woods full of dead birds under the trees, villages haunted by evil spirits, and another problem is that the land, temples, mountains and temples are all empty...
The imperial power is weakened, and the warlords cannot lose their power.
It is difficult to dispatch mountain gods and earth gods in uncontrolled areas, and the small temples built by the people are empty.
After three days of tracking.
The evil god and the other three evil cultivators parted ways.
Bai Yujun locked onto one of them.
…
Underground Rift Black Market.
In the dark corners where evil cultivators gather, dim white paper lanterns flicker on and off. In the pitch-black market, there are not only evil cultivators but even evil ghosts and demons mixed in. Everyone cares about their own business and does not interfere with each other. Areas are divided according to their strength. Everyone goes their own way, and there is a strong smell of Huangquan wind and sand.
In the deepest part of the black market, a figure wearing a tattered cloak walked into the secret room.
Close the door and activate the formation to seal it.
After taking off the cloak, you can see that his whole body is covered with scars. You can even see his blood-red heart beating through the wounds. The wounds burned by the dragon flames are difficult to heal and the attributes are incompatible and uncomfortable.
Injuries caused by some ferocious beasts are difficult to heal, especially mythical beasts.
"Ahem..."
He covered the wound with his hand and coughed, unable to straighten up. He stumbled and rummaged through the pile of bottles and cans, looking for something.
It crackled and shattered all over the ground, and the evil heart inside the bloody ribs was beating violently.
"It's not this... it's not this..."
"Where on earth do you put it!"
Anxious and furious, roaring at the top of his lungs.
After breaking many special containers, you will find a black clay pot.
Finally found it, he opened the seal with trembling hands, grabbed a handful of black powder and sprinkled it on the wound. The gray-black gas adhered to the wound and wiped away the remaining dragon inflammation.
"call……"
He collapsed and slid to the ground, breathing a sigh of relief.
When you reveal his face, you can see that half of his face has been corroded, leaving only blood-red muscles and pale teeth.
He sprinkled powder on his face again.
The evil cultivator is not as fearless as he seems. If he is injured, he must not let other evil cultivators discover the traces, otherwise he is very likely to die at the hands of his colleagues. He has been burned by the dragon's flames and has been suffering until now before he dares to attack. In his heart, Bailong and The evil ones were scolded countless times.
There was only one oil lamp in the dark secret room, and the green flame flickered.
The evil cultivator, who had his back to the oil lamp, suddenly froze. There was another shadow next to his own shadow on the wall in front of him, but he couldn't feel anything...
That shadow has a pair of dragon horns!
It’s over…
His shoulders dropped slightly.
"Tell me where the evil god of plague is."
The cold wind whizzed at his back, and Xie Xiu swallowed hard with a gurgling sound in his throat.
"In...in Qicheng..."
Wow!
Xie Xiu lowered his head and saw a small white hand piercing his chest, holding the still beating heart in his hand. He squeezed it hard and with a pop, it turned into rotten flesh.
The incandescent flames engulfed it and transformed it into a human-shaped torch, and the evil evil spirit was burned into a pile of ashes.
"Sorry, I will let you go next time."
