Going forward, several identical skeletons were lying in the vicinity, and there was no fatal wound on the bones.

Weird.

Cheng Qian's heart was quietly tightened to the extreme.

"Strange," Yan Zhengming whispered, "You said that this group of demon cultivators didn't stay in the southern border, why did they come all the way here to die?"

Cheng Qian: "Stop talking, be careful."

The word "heart" faded, and a scream suddenly came from the depths of the dark and dead secret realm, as if a sharp knife had directly pierced the eardrums. Xué punched, and the three souls and seven souls seemed to be shaken away in an instant.

He spun around for a while, almost didn't stop, and before he could react, a gust of wind rose flat on the ground without warning.

Yan Zhengming fished him back, turned around quickly, and blocked him with his back.

Cheng Qian: "Senior brother, you..."

Yan Zhengming took a quick breath, and didn't know where he was hurt: "It's okay, the original one is always stronger than the one you've built in later - let's go!"

The two of them walked back and forth awkwardly. Cheng Qian seemed to have a soul that had not returned to its place, and his eyes were almost blurred. He subconsciously supported a wall, and when he touched it, he felt that the hand felt wrong. don't know how many night pearls looked over, and it was facing a pale dead face.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He almost pushed the palm out and smashed the opponent.

Yan Zhengming flicked the Ye Mingzhu out of his hand, adding strength to it, and the Ye Mingzhu let out a tragic scream, unable to hold back the Jian Xiu Zhen Yuan, and immediately exploded into a flying flower in the air.

The space where the two of them were brightly lit up in an instant, and I saw that in addition to the bones, all directions were filled with "people" of all shapes and sizes. Among them, men and women, old and young, all had pale faces, dull facial features, and kept their feet in the air. His posture was frozen in mid-air, like a group of silently hanged ghosts!

Rao Shi Cheng Qian was so daring, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. For a moment, he only felt that the churning chest was even more uncomfortable. It was not until the bursting night pearl returned to dimness that he whispered: "Ghost shadow..."

This place is extremely cold, in addition to the body, it can freeze the true essence and even the soul of a person.

Cheng Qian said: "There used to be a soul-eating lamp here. When it was hit by the gang wind, the ghosts of Guan were all thrown out. These ghosts were frozen here before they could escape... Where is the soul-eating lamp?"

Yan Zhengming, as a competent local rich man, let go of Cheng Qian a little, and then lighted up again: "Look."

I saw there was a white bone in the corner. After gently sweeping away the ice and snow covering him, a fiery red feather was sandwiched between the two rows of frozen ribs, which looked particularly dazzling in the ice and snow.

Yan Zhengming: "Did you say that was Tang Zhen?"

Is that Tang Zhen?

A monk who has not yet entered the realm of Yuanshen, came to the Sea of ​​Beiming with great pains, and found the secret realm of Daxue Mountain, or entered with these magic cultivators for some reason, or found the remains of the magic cultivators. Dòng mouth, walked in all the way, just happened to encounter the Soul Eater here, just happened to be injured by the gust of wind just now, died here, but the soul strayed into the Soul Eater...

But a hundred years ago, wasn't that Tang Zhen, whom he and Han Yuan met on the coast of the East Coast, a primordial spirit?

Cheng Qian suddenly had a terrible guess in his heart. At the same time, the roar in his ears became louder and louder. He was temporarily away from the wind, but the sequelae were still there. On the side of the ice wall, he tried his best to use the cold wall against his forehead, and resisted the groan that he almost blurted out—the dàng of the soul was really painful, and it was similar to splitting the primordial spirit when he made a wooden sword.

Cheng Qian's temples were quickly soaked, and he didn't know if it was cold sweat or melting ice water.

They fell into the ice cave, and the group of people who had already traveled quickly to the middle of Shu still felt a little hot.

There are many mountains in the middle of Shu, and the disciples responsible for opening the way in Baihu Villa came here, and their nerves were always tense, because there were probably formations hidden in these dense forests, and they were in the air. Unknown ambush.

Nian Da held an old book in his hand, and was sitting on a low-flying horse to read carefully word by word, when someone suddenly read the title of the book casually: "Reincarnation..."

Nian was greatly taken aback, the book almost flew out of his hand, and he caught it in a hurry. He looked at Han Yuan, who came over at some point in a panic, and stammered: "Fourth, Fourth Master... "

Undoubtedly, Nian Da was a little apprehensive about this moody fourth uncle.

Han Yuan glanced at him without embarrassing him, and asked calmly, "Whose reincarnation are you planning to find?"

Nian Da tried to relax a little with difficulty, and replied, "My father."

Han Yuan: "Oh, where did your father come from?"

"Mingminggu..." After Nian Da blurted out, he immediately changed his words, "It doesn't seem right, he was originally a loose cultivator in the East China Sea, and he was fortunate to be selected into the Qinglong Island Lecture Hall in his early years, where he entered the Dao, and then went to the end of the world to cultivate by himself. , I settled down in Mingming Valley after I was a hundred years old and changed my name."

After listening to it, Han Yuan said with a blank face: "Qinglong Island... There is actually such a fate - give you a suggestion, go to the East China Sea when you have time to find it, no thanks."

The legendary dragon, who almost stabbed the sky into a hole, actually spoke to him so calmly, Nian Da was stunned for a while, and then he murmured, "Yeah...Is it?"

"The reincarnation of the primordial spirit is usually like this," Han Yuan said. "The soul returns to the hometown or something... but it's useless. After being a human again, the memory of the cultivation base is empty, and I don't know who I am, so I can only reluctantly maintain the appearance of the previous life. It's just temperament."

A cautious expectation appeared on Nian Da's face.

Han Yuan glanced at him sideways and sneered: "Don't be in a hurry to be happy now, think about how to save your own life first!"

Nian Da was stunned for a moment, and the disciple of Baihu Hall who was leading the way suddenly sounded a sharp alarm, and saw that there was a demonic energy rising into the sky in the dense forest in the distance, blocking the group's way in the air.

Han Yuan's body seemed to have changed in an instant, and the whole person seemed to have a very irresistible charm. His body was full of black energy, making the four-legged monster shòu seem ready to come out.

"Don't make a fuss," Han Yuan's slender eyes flashed a red light, and said, "These idiots thought that I had already won Beiming, and they all wanted to step on my corpse and become a sect of all demons."

He sneered, suddenly bào amidst Li Yun's exclamation, his whole body swept across Zhongtian like a whirlwind: "Don't pee and see what virtue you have!"

Chapter 101

Li Yun: "Wait! Hold on, who is coming?"

Han Yuan said: "I don't know, leave him alone! Get out of the way!"

After all, Han Yuan is a demon cultivator who has been drenched in blood. Those who follow the demonic way are unstoppable. Once bloody, it is difficult to reach the Dao. He has been bound by the blood oath for so long, and he has long been top-heavy. These people completely bumped into his knife.

Han Yuan's whole person has become a runaway mad dog, how can the "weak and bullying" second senior brother be able to hold him?

In the dense forest under their feet, there were many piles in ambush, as if the formation had been formed, and an overwhelming net was woven here, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net. The big net was pressed down in the air, the figure of the demon dragon flashed, and it went up to meet without dodging, the two collided, the mountains and rivers shuddered, the sky was surging, and the birds everywhere were startled.

There are many ordinary disciples of White Tiger Villa in the entourage. They may not be able to come and go as high as these masters. In addition, the frightened Pegasus can't control it, and they dodge in the air like a headless fly for a while.

The elder of the White Tiger Villa shouted blindly, "Fall to the ground, fall to the ground!"

The sky turned dark in the blink of an eye, and the big net covering their heads flashed with demonic sparks from time to time, like small lightning bolts that were fast and fast. Dao was not a problem, but the young disciples who were traveling with him fell blood and mold, and were wiped away by the spark that hit the pool fish, and immediately fell down from the sky in a blackened body.

Li Yun sighed, and between his fingers, a white light shot up into the sky, he abandoned the Pegasus, and stood with the sword in his hand: "There is an ambush on the ground, please calm down and don't go down yet. The junior disciples with low cultivation base retreat to the middle. , concentrate on the above to form a gossip formation."

The elder of the White Tiger Villa hurriedly said: "That's right! You are not allowed to land, come up quickly!"

Li Yun: "..."

This elder must have been picked up as a joke by the great master of Shang Zhuang before his death.

Li Erye felt more and more that he had a good job, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and instructed this large group of unknown disciples to form a battle against the big net in the sky.

Suddenly, the hairs on Li Yun's back stood up together. He believed his intuition without thinking, and threw a spell from his sleeve, only to see that the little wooden sign rose into the sky and stretched out abruptly. With a layer of Ambilight protective film.

As soon as the spell was shot, Li Yun regretted it. Yan Zhengming had collected this spell on the black market. The reason why he never wanted to sell it was because it was said that it came from Tong Ru's hands.

Before Li Yun could feel the pain, he heard a thunderous sound that burst the sky.

A disciple of the White Tiger Villa with a low cultivation base bleeds from the seven orifices on the spot, and fell directly from the back of the Pegasus.

Back then, by the Suzaku Pagoda, the puddles were different, and there was no such big thunder.Li Yun was startled, feeling that this thunder robbery was specially made to rush to Han Yuan!

Immediately, there was a cracking sound in the air, and saw that the protective film in the spell couldn't bear it, and it was slowly torn from the middle, and it disappeared in an instant!

The priceless wooden sign cut in two and fell straight down.

Han Yuan turned around and landed on a sword that had lost its master in the chaos. The traces of the black dragon on his face were looming, and the blood on the back of his hand was as red as blood.