At the foot of Nucang Mountain, many monks gathered.
These monks have different costumes and are men, women, old and young, but they have various small teams that are clearly differentiated.
"Old Ghost Qiu, you want to go to Gujiling Ridge, maybe because you think you have lived too long. Are you looking for a place to bury yourself?" An old man wearing a snow-white Taoist robe looked away. In the dense forest in the distance, he sneered.
Not long after the words fell, there was a rustling sound in the forest, and a group of monks in rather gorgeous clothes walked out. The leader was a middle-aged man with a cold face.
"That's wrong. This thousand-year corpse king has been born, and I, the Bixuan Sect, have come here to seek benefits. However, I see that the Pu Sect's complexion is not good. I'm afraid that the deadline is approaching, so I'd better stay in the sect and don't suffer. It¡¯s a pain from the fatigue of the journey.¡± The man surnamed Qiu said calmly.
The two groups of men and horses were facing each other, and a large area of ??space was left around them. The other monks mostly looked on with gloating. It would be better if they could fight each other fiercely.
Although they were both unhappy to see each other, these two were also scheming people. Naturally, it was impossible for them to do such stupid things as destroying a thousand enemies and damaging themselves by eight hundred. After a few more words of "greetings", they led their disciples to soar into the clouds. He left this place and headed towards Guji Ridge.
Seeing that someone was taking the lead to set off, the rest of the people with the same purpose also took off one after another, unwilling to lag behind. The colorful rays of light transformed by the magic weapons pierced the sky and headed west.
Master Xunyi coughed lightly and said to the other three people: "Everyone, it's time for us to set off."
???????????????????????????????????????????????Out out of his sleeves with a "swish" sound was a whisk, suspended three feet above the ground, growing bigger and bigger. Master Xunyi stepped on it, was slowly lifted up, and flew away into the distance.
Seeing this, Qianye flashed, his whole body turned into a clear light, and chased after the old Taoist where he disappeared.
While flying, Qin Zeyi¡¯s call came from far and near.
"Brother Ye, why don't you use weapons? This will save a lot of effort."
Qianye glanced at Qin Zeyi who was leaning towards him, laughed and said, "I want it too, but it's a pity that I don't have it."
"Then come up, I'll take you." Qin Zeyi was stunned for a moment and then made the invitation.
"Then you'll have to work." Qianye pointed his toes, and the next moment, he appeared on the giant ax of Qin Zeyi's imperial envoy and sat down.
As soon as he stepped on the axe, there was a whistling sound in his ears. When he came back to his senses, he saw that the scenery on both sides was retreating at an extremely fast speed, and there was a vast expanse of clouds and mist beneath his feet.
"Although my soul-splitting ax is an offensive magic weapon, it is used for transportation, and the speed is not bad, right?" Qin Zeyi also sat down and asked with a proud look on his face.
"Yes." Qianye nodded with a smile.
"What kind of weapon did Brother Ye use?" After a few days of contact, the two got along fairly well, so Qin Zeyi asked a more private question.
Hearing this, Qianye raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
Qin Zeyi was stunned. After a long time, he took a deep breath and asked with some uncertainty: "Really really a fist?"
"Yeah." Chiba nodded as he should, but seeing the other person's shocked expression, he was a little confused and asked: "Is there a problem?"
"No of course not, but now that physical training is gradually declining and spiritual weapons and magic weapons are rampant, this is the first time I have seen fists used as weapons."
"Hmm" Qianye touched his chin, thoughtfully, and then asked, "Is the decline due to the collective disappearance of the ancient clans?"
"Indeed, those top-level sects mysteriously disappeared back then, and many of the supreme body-tempering techniques also disappeared. Coupled with the chaos of the demon clan, a large number of body cultivators were killed and scattered. The blows I received along the way were really heavy." Qin Zeyi sighed and suddenly raised his head again.
"Since Brother Ye uses his fists as weapons, the method of tempering the body must be very powerful. It should be passed down from ancient times, right?"
Qianye nodded. As time went by, the benefits of body and mind training also began to emerge. Among those at the same level, I am invincible!
Then, the two of them exchanged their experiences in practice. Although Qin Zeyi has been practicing for a lot longer, in terms of insights, the depth and breadth are quite different from Qianye. However, this man who has been practicing for more than fifty years He was not discouraged by this, but instead seized this rare opportunity and kept raising his doubts.
In this way, as Wujin fell to the west, everyone finally entered the Dongcen Prairie.
"Let's rest for the night in the barren mountains in front of us before we continue our journey." Listening to Master Xun Yi's suggestion, several of them had no objections and landed together.
"Master Xun, I wonder how long it will take to reach Guji Ridge?" The person who asked the question was the beautiful woman from the Yin Yuan Sect. During the journey, she remained silent and followed the team.
"This Guji Mountain is located in the hinterland of the grassland, but before entering, you need to pass through the Yinfeng Stream." The old Taoist said with a serious face.
"Yinfengjian" Seeing the relief on the three people's faces disappear, Qianye quickly asked the reason.
It turns out that Yinfeng Stream is the only way to enter Guji Mountain. It is shrouded in mist all year round, and ghosts and spirits come and go. If you are unlucky and encounter it, it will definitely be a life-and-death situation.
"I heard that not long ago, a pair of men and horses encountered a ghost king-level existence in the ghost mist. Most of them were annihilated in just a few encounters. In the end, only a few people escaped."
"Ghost King" After hearing what the old Taoist said, Qianye was a little surprised. There are different levels of ghost cultivators. The strength of the Ghost King is roughly the same as that of the monks in the Nascent Soul stage, but his methods are versatile and quite evil. An extremely difficult character.
"Our luck shouldn't be that bad" Qin Zeyi whispered, seeming to be comforting himself and others.
"I think the possibility of encountering the Ghost King is unlikely, but if you encounter a resentful spirit ghost, it will be troublesome." The beautiful woman frowned slightly, expressing her helplessness.
"Maybe, this is an opportunity."
Just when everyone was at a loss what to do, Qianye suddenly spoke up.
"Chance?"
Qianye nodded: "Yes, with the birth of the Corpse King, there must be a lot of people entering the Guji Ridge to hunt for treasures. If we can set up a formation there to trap those who enter, then we will have a few more people." advantages."
"Set up an array in the Yinfeng Stream! Trap the monks who enter!" A look of surprise appeared on the old Taoist's face. This was simply a bold move. If he was discovered, he would definitely be ganged up on and punished.
After hearing these words, the beautiful woman was also full of shock. Obviously this idea was too shocking.
Qin Zeyi slapped his thigh and laughed loudly: "This idea is cruel and clever. Maybe we have collected all the treasures and they are still wandering around in the ghost mist, haha!"
"Butwho will arrange this formation?" The old Taoist and the beautiful woman looked at each other. This idea sounded a bit fanciful at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it is still feasible. However, no matter how good the method is, there must be some Only the executor can do it.
"Have you forgotten that Brother Ye is an array master?"
Qianye didn¡¯t refuse, and agreed in one breath. If he guessed correctly, there must be a Yin evil under the Yinfeng Stream. As long as you find the right location, you can easily create a maze.
"In that case, I'll leave it to Master Qian." The beautiful woman smiled charmingly and blinked her long eyelashes a few times.
"When the time comes, I will hold the line for fellow Taoist." Master Xunyi also expressed his attitude. After all, there is no fool in the room. Only by sharing the risks equally can the team continue to cooperate.
After a night of silence, the four of them continued on their way early the next morning, and finally arrived at the location of Yinfeng Stream at noon.
Although there was a scorching sun in the sky, a few people stood dozens of feet away from the deep stream. As far as they could see, the sunlight was blocked, the surroundings were cool and foggy, and there were gusts of cold wind blowing, which could be vaguely heard. The shrill sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling can send shivers down one's spine and make the hair stand on end all over the body.
"It seems we didn't arrive too early."
In the hazy mist, several figures could be vaguely seen walking towards the depths, and finally disappeared completely.
The beautiful woman stared blankly at Gui Wu, then suddenly smiled and said, "Let's go in too. I didn't expect someone to open the way in front of me, which saved me a lot of trouble." Then she walked towards the gloomy stream.
The rest of the people filed in without hesitation.
As soon as they entered the mist, the ghostly wind and ghost mist were like hungry beasts that smelled blood, writhing and roaring, and pounced on the four of them.
This gray mist has absorbed the grievances of many living beings. There are constant roars and screams, the screams of dying people, the screams of bloodthirsty beasts, the crunching sounds of bones being chewed, and all kinds of weird and terrifying sounds. The voices were intertwined together, making me feel uncomfortable just listening to them.
If a mortal person is contaminated with this terrible mist, the vicious air will instantly defeat the will of the person who enters. The evil wind hidden in it will freeze flesh and blood, absorb the soul and resentment, and make them become part of this ghostly fog and evil wind. From then on, Falling into torment forever.
But the three of them are successful as practitionersThe monks will naturally not be afraid of these.
The beautiful woman walking in front had a silk belt around her waist that automatically swayed in the wind, letting out light, resisting the intrusion of the evil wind. The other three also had their own methods.
Qin Zeyi held the giant ax across his chest, and a layer of pale golden light enveloped it. When the ghost mist touched it, it immediately made a "sizzling" sound, turned into wisps of white smoke, and dissipated into nothingness.
Walking behind, Master Xun Yi held a whisk in his hand, and bits of clear light spilled out from it. He allowed the mist and wind to flutter his claws, but was always blocked within three inches of his body, making it difficult to enter.
However, the one with the most bizarre methods is Qianye.
Because he didn¡¯t even use a light mask, let alone use a treasure, but as soon as the ghost mist came close to his body, a few red lights flashed, and the mist disappeared.
Although the other people were full of doubts, they did not ask any more questions. How could they tell others easily with this method.
"stop!"
Just after the four of them walked forward for about a stick of incense, Qianye suddenly shouted.