The mass burial of the original Qilipo, the yin wind howling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt has been half a time since Wang Yi left Beizhou City, and although Wang Yi has tried his best to hide his whereabouts in the past half a month, he has been chased by people one after another.

Retracting the Immortal Sword, looking at the three corpses on the ground where the blood was still flowing, Wang Yi's face was very ugly, this was already the third wave of people he had killed, if it was said that once or twice could be explained by coincidence, then the three times he was caught up with Wang Yi and he didn't understand that these people must have mastered their whereabouts.

"Senior Huangquan, what's going on, I've obviously covered my aura with a ghost clothes, why are these people still able to find me in a steady stream?

The words were cold, just like Wang Yi's current mood.

"If it weren't for the cover of the ghost clothes, the kid would not be these small fish and shrimp but real monks who appeared in front of you now. ”

In a trance, the phantom of the Huangquan Instrument Spirit appeared beside Wang Yi. Glancing at Wang Yi lightly, the Huangquan Instrument Spirit continued to speak:

"The reason why they can track down your traces is because you know the remnants of the curse power in the sea, but fortunately, the curse power is very weak, and with the cover of the ghost clothes, these trackers can only roughly judge the direction you are in, and cannot accurately locate it. ”

Hearing this, Wang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, but soon his brows furrowed again, this curse killing power was really an invisible source of danger, and if he didn't get rid of it, Wang Yi's heart would be uneasy.

"Senior Huangquan, is there any way you can wear out the power of these curses?"

"Boy, of course there is a way, but there is nothing you can do, of course, if you can mobilize the Bodhi seed in your sea, then things will be simple. ”

After speaking, Huangquan Qiling couldn't help but flash a hint of expectation in his eyes when he looked at Wang Yi, since the last time he saw the Buddha's phantom, he was very interested in that Bodhi seed.

And Wang Yi shook his head silently when he heard this, that Bodhi seed has fallen into silence again since the last time when his divine power was opened and most of the power of the curse was wiped out, no matter how he tried, he didn't have the slightest reaction, and Wang Yi was also helpless about it.

Seeing Wang Yi's appearance, the Huangquan Instrument Spirit naturally understood that Wang Yi was helpless against the Bodhi seed, although he had expected this situation, but he couldn't help but be a little disappointed in his heart.

After reining in his mood for a moment, the Huangquan Machine Spirit spoke:

"Then there is only one way that the kid is now in front of you, that is, to honestly use the power of your divine consciousness to wear out these curse powers, you must know that although these curse forces are powerful and weird, in the final analysis, they are just sourceless water, rootless wood, as long as your kung fu is deep enough, you can eventually wipe them out. ”

Hearing this, Wang Yi's face couldn't help but turn from white to blue, what the Huangquan Instrument Spirit said was the same as if he didn't say it, Wang Yi naturally knew that as long as he used his divine sense to slowly grind, sooner or later he would be able to wipe out those residual curse killing powers, but the key issue now was time, and the more curse killing power existed in his sea of consciousness for a day, his danger would be one more point.

As if seeing Wang Yi's thoughts, Huangquan Qiling continued to speak:

"Boy, you don't have to have a stinky face, there are good and bad things in this matter, although the danger is not small, as long as you can use your divine sense to wipe out the power of these curses, then the quality of your divine consciousness may be able to be raised, the most important thing is that since ancient times, which strong person has not come out of the sea of corpses and blood, and now you are just sharpening yourself with those pursuers." ”

In the end, Huangquan Instrument Spirit's words have been dyed with an iron-blooded force, which shocked Wang Yi's heart, but Wang Yi is not a hairy boy, although what Huangquan Instrument Spirit said is not unreasonable, but all the premise is that he can live.

"Huangquan senior, you really can't help it?"

The tone was sincere, and Wang Yi looked at the Huangquan Instrument Spirit with burning eyes.

With a wry smile, looking at Wang Yi's appearance, Huangquan Qiling could only say truthfully:

"Boy, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I'm powerless now. ”

There was a bit of helplessness in the words of the Huangquan Instrument Spirit, and there was also a bit of sadness, thinking that a powerful Dao weapon of his Heaven had now fallen to such a point, and he was helpless against the means left by a Yuan Shen Zhenren, which was really embarrassing.

Hearing this, Wang Yi went down silently, he knew that what Huangquan Qiling said was true.

After sighing, seeing Wang Yi's face sinking like water, Huangquan Qiling's voice changed and he hurriedly said:

"Boy, you don't have to worry too much, so far there have been no real monks chasing and killing, I'm afraid there is something we don't know about happened, as long as you hurry up and cross the border area of the mass graveyard as soon as possible, then you will basically be safe." ”

Hearing this, Wang Yi's face changed slightly, he looked up at the distance below, cleaned the following battlefield neatly, and without saying a word, blessed the Divine Technique, and went straight to the front, Wang Yi understood that now crossing the border of the mass burial was almost the best way for him to escape.

You must know that the mass grave field is very different from the wasteland, and its border area is fine, but once it crosses the border, then it can be described as dangerous, among which there are many ghost kingdoms, and there are many ghost kings, even real monks do not dare to set foot in it easily, and the reason why Wang Yi knows that there are tigers in the mountains is biased towards the tiger mountain, mainly because of the existence of the Yama ghost body, otherwise with Wang Yi's strength, how dare he set foot in it.

And just as Wang Yi was trying to move towards the mass burial field, Yin Chuansheng sat opposite the black old ghost in the largest inn in Beizhou City.

"Shaozong, I just received the news that Wang Yi's little cub appeared in Qilipo in the mass burial field. ”

"Oh, it's a good choice, it seems that he still has some courage. ”

Hearing this, Yin Chuansheng put down the teacup in his hand and said with a slight smile, just by hearing the three words of mass burial, he already understood Wang Yi's plan.

"That's right, that kid really doesn't know the height of the sky, and he wants to hide in the mass graveyard to avoid our pursuit, but he doesn't want to think about what the mass graveyard is, where even we are taboo. ”

Although the black old ghost also understood Wang Yi's thoughts, it was precisely because of this that he despised Wang Yi abnormally, as a real monk, he was far more aware of the danger of mass burials than ordinary people.

And Yin Chuansheng smiled and said nothing after listening to the words of the black old ghost, noncommittal.

"Shaozong, why don't you let the old man take action to capture that kid back? Those scattered cultivators are really too unconventional, and they even let that kid escape several times. ”

Hearing this, Yin Chuansheng gently put down the teacup in his hand.

"Hei Lao, I understand your thoughts, but for us now, it is not beneficial to catch Wang Yi early, he is just a scattered monk, even if he has a little strength, he is just a disease of scabies, he can be killed at any time, and it is the right thing to use him to attract the attention of the Fan family, so that we can complete more layouts. ”

The tone is calm and convincing.

Hearing this, the black old ghost's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"The young sect is highly talented, and the old decay is far inferior. ”