Chuanli City, Horsehair Ridge.

The mountains are cascading, the cliffs are overhanging, and before sunset, the valley is condensed with a thick mist, like a secluded place. Lu Zheng, Zhang Yueming, and Ruan Yunzhou stood on the small hill on the periphery of Horsehair Ridge, looking at the gloomy Horsehair Ridge from afar.

Xu Zhigao, president of the southern branch of the Huaxia Blessing Association, is convinced of Ruan Yunzhou and has already booked a ticket for the night, and he will be able to arrive in Chuanli about tomorrow morning.

The rest of the time, of course, is to deal with the wrong things. Horsehair Ridge is the most complex mountain ridge in Chuanli City, with thousands of ravines and cliffs, and the humidity is condensed in it all the year round, which is gloomy and abnormal.

Zhang Yueming held the compass in his hand, surveyed the general direction of the Yin Qi condensation, and said, "Master Zu, it should be over there." ”

Lu Zheng had already released his divine sense, and when he heard this, he said, "Yue Ming, Yunzhou, you two will stay on the periphery. Set up a mirage circle here. ”

"Yes, Master Zu. "Zhang Yueming knew that they were very bad, and with their ability, even if they went in, they would cause trouble to Master Zu. Before coming to the Horsehair Ridge, Lu Zheng specially prepared dozens of mirages, and told the two of them to arrange mirage arrays at several key points in the mountain range, in case they escaped in disguise, which could be used to delay time.

"Master Zu, you should be careful. ”

Lu Zheng smiled slightly, the glazed battle armor condensed on his body, and the dragon sigh halberd gathered in his palm, and he said in his hand: "I hope this time it is not in vain." ”

Qi Fu was already far from his strength, and he was cut off by him at a critical moment, and his vitality was greatly damaged. There is almost no possibility of defeating Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng jumped down the mountain under the eyes of the two, and the water mist under his feet was controlled by him, condensed and steamed, and actually carried him all the way towards the valley.

"Soar through the clouds!"

Zhang Yueming and Ruan Yunzhou were full of admiration, once upon a time, soaring clouds and fog was the patent of the gods. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I feel even more shocked.

In fact, Lu Zheng's hand. Thanks to the perfect water control technique, it is very different from the fog control technique in the Taoist method.

The valley was very quiet, the fog was heavy, Lu Zheng boiled all the way, crossed several mountain tops, and finally found a suspicious place. Different from the direction pointed out by Zhang Yueming, in a corner canyon, Lu Zheng's secret technique was hindered, and the fog and rain in the canyon began to be contaminated with the poison of yin and evil.

No sneak attacks, no ambushes. The canyon was obscured from the sky, dim and unusual, with gusts of wind and no breath to be detected except for the accumulated toxins.

Press the clouds and mist, and quickly pass through the canyon, only to hear the sound of the wind crying like a wolf in your ears. Even if he didn't have any breath, Lu Zheng knew that this was by no means a good place, and he was not a fool. The spilled toxin is the best coordinates, and he won't be stupid enough to catch it.

The toxin grew stronger, and the smell of blood began to mix with the moisture. Lu Zheng gradually lowered his altitude until a strong stream of blood rushed towards him.

In the hazy weapons under the feet. A shocking blood red. Buzzing, there was a strange vibration and chirp from the mountain, and a boulder on the mountain wall collapsed, and blood-red pus gushed out. It flows down the valley.

Lu Zheng was silent, squinting his eyes and observing carefully, the spell found hundreds of runes carved in blood on the mountain wall. And it is very familiar, like the runes in the old nest of Tanshan Cemetery.

"What else will you do besides this kind of trick?" Lu Zheng sneered, the electric light of the halberd in his hand flickered, the thunderball condensed in the halberd blade, turned into a laugh in the blink of an eye, and a shot was stabbed, and the clouds under his feet turned into a streamer of light and quickly passed through the canyon wall.

Thundered...... The entire mountain wall began to crack, the gorge peak vibrated and hummed, and the gold mountain began to collapse like a jade pillar, enveloping the runes and blood in it.

Bang la blah.

The boulder tumbled into the blood water, thousands of blood splashes out, and gray shadows began to emerge. It was not the water ray that Tan Shan encountered, but a complete phantom, only the outline of a human form. There were more and more phantoms, there were hundreds, and the boulders passed through their bodies, and it seemed that they were not lethal at all.

Yin Soldier!

Suddenly, a cloud of blood mist burst out at the entrance of the cave where the blood water was sourced, and a blood-colored giant hand several feet long came out. The Yin soldiers in the blood and water climbed up along the mountain wall viciously, and their movements were agile, not inferior to apes.

Lu Zheng's pupils shrank, and he didn't care about the incoming Yin soldiers, but used the Secret Technique to the limit and probed into the source of blood and water. In an instant, a dark cave appeared in front of me, and the cave was built with bluestone bricks, connecting to a deep corridor.

The divine consciousness passed through the corridor, and was shocked to find that this was actually a tomb, and on both sides of the corridor was a huge burial pit, with corpses piled up like mountains, soaked in blood, and churning like boiling water.

Bones are everywhere, and blood is like a river.

This was by no means a trap that could be set in a hurry, but he had planned it in advance, and planned the follow-up measures before destroying the temple.

There are constantly Yin soldiers gushing out of the blood water, squeezing out chaotically, densely clinging to the mountain wall, and the thick gray and black Yin Qi is entwined on the Yin soldiers' bodies, overlapping each other, gradually thickening, until the mist is squeezed out, and the entire canyon is filled with dark clouds.

The weight of yin qi fills the eyes and is boundless.

In the cloud-shrouded canyon, the huge bloody hand phantom twisted forward, carrying the yin qi like clouds and mist, and the blood water became bigger and bigger, and finally turned into an optimus pillar-like arm, attacking towards Lu Zheng.

The corners of Lu Zheng's mouth smirked, the dragon qi around his body shook, his body slammed up, and a layer of winding thunder turned into a protective armor. The halberd in his hand grew bigger and bigger, until a three-foot-long thunder spear phantom was condensed.

Halberd stab.

Bang!

The shadow of the thunder halberd was dotted on the palm of the bloody hand, and the yin qi was instantly dispersed by the power of the thunder, but it did not decrease, and it tore the entire bloody hand apart like a meat grinder on the arm.

Thunder is the righteousness of the dry yang, which can eliminate all yin and evil. The blood and water burst and shattered, and the yin qi melted quickly like snow and fire. Until the thunder halberd crushed the entire blood and water, the mountain wall seemed to be plowed out of a chasm, and even the entire canyon made a cracking sound of rattling and collapsing.

Lu Zheng did not choose to deal with the miscellaneous soldiers who appeared in the blood and water, but went straight to the tomb to kill the black hand who was hiding behind the scenes and controlling everything.

There was a deafening roar from Horsehair Ridge, Zhang Yueming put his hand on the pergola, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, but he was blocked by the fog and couldn't see the situation clearly.

Several villages outside the Horsehair Ridge also began to boil, and people looked in the direction of the Horsehair Ridge in some panic, and the sound roared as if a mountain was collapsing.

Bouncing ......

The blood-colored burial pits on both sides of the road were destroyed by Lu Zheng. Loud echoes began to echo through the dungeon. The dungeon stretched out and there was a burst of fried beans one after another.

Lu Zheng kept going, galloping all the way, and everywhere he passed, the tomb brick figurines were all turned into ashes. At the end of the dungeon, a pool of black water gushed out, and behind the black water spring was a high platform with a black coffin on it.

The explosion came from the coffin, the thunder began to flash in the cave, the wind howled, and Lu Zheng made the power of thunder and stabbed towards the coffin.

The sound of Krakala rang out, and the black coffin was reduced to a cloud of debris. Streams of white, foul-smelling slurry poured out of it, enveloping thousands of wriggling white objects.

White Snake?

It turned out that this coffin was filled with white snakes that were feet long, most of which were smashed into flesh foam by the thunder and turned into white pulp. The few remaining white snakes also became fragmented, with their heads and bodies constantly twitching and writhing.

No, not a white snake.

These white snakes are as white as they are in a rut, and the same is true on their heads, and they have no eyes. (To be continued.) )