In the early morning of the next day, Ye Ling took Xiaobai to say goodbye to Wang Shufen, did not say hello to others, and disappeared in Yejia Village. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the back of her son's departure, Wang Shufen prayed vigorously, praying that her son's actions would go well this time, hoping that there would be no twists and turns.

Half a day later, Ye Ling came to the vicinity of the famous eighteen villages in southern Xinjiang, he stopped, and did not choose to rush in.

After all, his father's life is still in the hands of others, and more importantly, his father's soul and soul are still unknown.

Eighteen villages in southern Xinjiang, the scenery is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are by, the scenery is very good, it is a tourist attraction in the hearts of many people.

But these people only know that there are many taboos in southern Xinjiang, but they don't know that southern Xinjiang is the most mysterious cultivation place in the entire land of Shenzhou.

Gu art, the most famous technique in southern Xinjiang, is much more powerful than the so-called head lowering Gu technique in Thailand, in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, those guys who came out of the northeast with a great god, claimed to be able to lower their heads, and the upper body of the gods, in fact, it was just a drop in the bucket of Gu art in southern Xinjiang.

Witchcraft, another well-known technique, in southern Xinjiang, no one can be taken lightly, even if it is just a child, it is possible to take your life between talking and laughing.

Ye Ling and Xiaobai first came to a village called Baijiazhai, found a hotel to stay in first, and then sensed their father's location.

Some illusory, some ethereal, and even a trace of uncatchable feeling, Ye Ling wrinkled his forehead, it seemed that someone had taken care of it and used his magical powers to blind the way of heaven.

Tsk, those who can use this method are not ordinary people, it seems that this trip to southern Xinjiang is a bit interesting.

Here in southern Xinjiang, there are many ethnic minorities living here, and most of the ethnic customs are intertwined into a splendid civilization, which makes many people full of curiosity here.

For many years after the opening, this place has been the target of many people's exploration, but after they came here, they found that tourism is okay, as for all the other secrets, sorry, don't talk about it.

The splendid civilization here has gradually become a mysterious place in the hearts of countless people, but it has never been able to unravel it.

In the evening, Ye Linghe walked out with Xiaobai, the size of a lion, and many tourists were surprised along the way, and many people asked Ye Ling if this was a snow mastiff.

Snow mastiff, a precious breed in the Tibetan mastiff, it is said that the pure snow mastiff is worth more than 10 million, but Ye Ling is happy, the dignified chaos holy beast is regarded as a snow mastiff, I really don't know if it is insulting its noble bloodline.

It is very chaotic here, the people are fierce, and there are many ethnic groups, so many tourists do not choose to wander around after the evening, but return to their residences to rest.

Ye Ling didn't care, since he broke through to the Divine Infant Realm, the people who could defeat him, plus the Temple of the Gods, plus the Xuantian Palace, the entire earth couldn't find much.

Ye Ling, who was leisurely wandering, was actually constantly touching this somewhat unfamiliar world, he raised his head and looked at a crescent moon in the sky.

The moon was bright, but Ye Ling felt an unusual, not too good feeling.

At this moment, a group of more than a dozen sons and brothers walked out in groups, all holding telephones, making loud noises, and constantly photographing the scenery here.

"Hey, brothers, I've heard that this place is very mysterious, how about we wander around at night? ”

"Haha! Hug a woman? That's a coward, don't be funny, just a few of us, although it's not a good skill, but the yang energy of a dozen people is enough to scare some ghosts and gods to death. ”

"Yes, yes, what's more, we still have some guys in our hands, it's really fatal, and we can't protect who lives and who dies, haha!"

Ye Ling listened to the discussion of the group of idiots around him, and couldn't help but shake his head, there are really many such people, too confident, and too frivolous about mysterious things.

Not to mention anything else, if you really want to crawl out of a ghost, these guys have to turn around and run away one by one.

It was getting late and late, and Ye Ling was chatting with the residents here as he walked around, to see if he could get some useful information.

Not to mention, Ye Ling really asked for some useful information, in the eighteen villages in southern Xinjiang, each village has an archmage.

The so-called archmage is not the magic stick in a black robe in a Western movie, holding a scepter in his hand, and pointing at the finger, the archmage here is those terrible cultivators who possess witchcraft or Gu magic.

And the archmage in Baizhai is a Gu cultivator, according to the people here, this archmage can unknowingly cast Gu on people, once the Gu magic is unleashed, then that person will lose all consciousness and become his slave, following him for a lifetime.

When Ye Ling heard this, he targeted this archmage of Baizhai, and his father's state was the so-called phenomenon of Gu art taking away one soul and one soul.

Of course, Ye Ling was not sure, after all, his father's position had always been a little ethereal and he couldn't feel it, so he definitely went to meet this archmage tonight.

And in the eighteen villages, there is a holy woman, who is the god in the hearts of all the residents and archmages of the eighteen villages in southern Xinjiang, a god-like existence, a supreme saint.

The Holy Maiden, somewhat similar to the living Buddha in Tibetan Buddhism, has incredible rights in the local area, and is also the reincarnation of the strong man of the previous generation who was found through a secret method.

It is said that the holy women of the Eighteen Villages will summon all the archmages on a certain day of the year, just as a king meets his courtiers.

Of course, no one knew what the Holy Maiden was doing when she saw the archmage, and even if she knew, she wouldn't tell Ye Ling, an outsider.

This information was only asked by Ye Ling after adding a little ecstasy effect, otherwise, the local indigenous residents would be too cautious and would not reveal half a point at all.

"Ye Ling, let's check one village at a time, I don't believe it, there are a total of eighteen villages, can you still find out?"

Xiaobai is full of fighting spirit, for it, nothing is useless, only fighting, a natural battle maniac.

Ye Ling shook his head, he also thought about it, but it didn't work, when he used the Soul Seeking Method yesterday, the power that shattered his consciousness was very strong, at least it was also a powerhouse in the Divine Infant Realm.

For the safety of his father, he must not come indiscriminately, otherwise if there is any problem, there will be no place to cry if he regrets it.

After such a big circle, it was already around twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Ye Ling looked at the quiet environment around him, and then walked on a high mountain not far away.

He felt that there was a powerful aura on the top of that mountain, and that should be the archmage of Baizhai.

At night, the cold wind is blowing, and the silence is incomparable, and it is even more strange in the mountains and forests, and ordinary people dare not stay in this environment for too long.

But when Ye Ling walked halfway up the mountain, he found a group of "uninvited guests".