After passing the Dragon City in the direction of the White Bone Pit, there were fewer and fewer scattered cultivators, and the disciples of the Netherworld Sect and the Bai Family encountered on the road gradually increased, as well as the traveling disciples of the Yin Rain Sect, the Heart-Destroying Prison and the Bloody Hand Palace.

Even if Jin Ling deliberately concealed her identity, she could always meet the disciples of the Netherworld Sect who knew her, and the disciples of the sect rarely took risks to rob others, so the journey was very smooth, and it only took seven days to reach the White Bone Pit.

The white bone pit is a huge sinkhole, there is no end in sight, looking down from a high place, the clouds are thick, the white bones are white, and there is no grass. Standing outside the bone pit, you can feel the oppressive air inside, and the deeper you go, the thicker the clouds become, mixed with this violent wind, rain and thunder.

The White Bone Pit is in the hands of the Bai family of the Bone Country, and under their intentional operation and filling, the number of ghost imps in it is the largest among the three burial grounds. The Bai family opened this place to the outside world, as long as they could afford the Immortal Stone, no matter who could enter it, whether it was catching ghosts or training, they only recognized the Immortal Stone and did not recognize people.

Of course, there are exceptions, that is, the Netherworld Sect Sect Sect Plate and the Bai Family Royal Family Token, showing these two tokens can exempt a second-grade Immortal Stone for three days.

"The bone smoke is obstructed, alas--the white bone pit is a must-have, anti-sneak attack and anti-robbery ghost, as long as a piece of first-grade dark stone is used for three days-"

"Soul-attracting incense, the ghost's favorite soul-attracting incense, it is necessary to catch the soul, alas-"

The disciples of the Bai family at the entrance were holding their heads and shouting weakly, and no one went in for most of the day, they were all people who were watching at the entrance.

Jin Ling counted the Immortal Stones in her pocket, and sold the top-grade Realm Breaking Pill for six second-grade Immortal Stones, plus what she had left before, it was only enough to stay in the White Bone Pit for twenty-seven days, and if she was diligent, it would be almost the same.

But why did Jin Ling feel that he was so wronged, he really couldn't live if he was really self-inflicted.

Jin Ling honestly handed over the Immortal Stone to the disciples guarding the door, making up for less, and not retreating if there was more.

When the disciple saw such a big deal, he asked with a smile: "Do you want to have a few bone smoke miasma, you can rest assured that you can experience after opening it, and there will definitely be no one who will not disturb you with long eyes." ”

"No, I don't. Jin Ling took the sign and walked into the bone pit.

After walking into the white bone pit, you will find that the clouds inside are very low, and they are all clouds formed by yin qi, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable when pressed on the top of their heads.

The ghosts inside screamed, the little ghosts danced like streamers, and every once in a while there would be a thin white smoke, and a monk could be faintly seen moving.

The white fog and the white fog are separated by a distance and do not interfere with each other. The Bai family made a strict division here, the monks in the condensation period were concentrated on the periphery, and the monks in the foundation building period were in a deeper place, where there were checkpoints, guarded by two golden armor guards in the foundation building period.

Good places are occupied by others, but Jin Ling doesn't care, because for her, any place can be a good place.

Carrying the blood-drinking blade all the way to disperse, Jin Ling found a corner where there were almost no ghosts, and when she saw a small puddle here, she decided to set up camp here.

First took advantage of the terrain to lay down the Five Elements Phantom Trace Array, and after waiting for the fog to gather, Jin Ling released a ghost shadow and then took out the many Yin Gathering Array cornerstones in the bracelet, and set up a five-fold Yin Gathering Array.

Where can the soul-attracting incense compare to the attraction of the rich yin qi to the ghost, in this kind of place, five times the Yin Gathering Array is enough.

Listening to the howls of the ghosts outside that suddenly became excited getting closer and closer, Jin Ling only felt that his blood was surging, and a strange laugh came from under the hood of the ghost.

"Fight, ghost. Jin Ling let go of the manipulation of the ghost, and let it plunge into the fog like an arrow from the string, preying on the ghost that had thrown itself into the net.

And Jin Ling, take out Tu Xuejiao's "Mei Wu Tianxiang" bone slip for her, the biggest killing move of this exercise is charm and illusion, in addition to the footwork, the fifth layer of condensation is the phantom step, and the seventh layer of condensation is the silk winding step.

Seeing a wild medium-grade ghost that had entered the center of the mist, Jin Ling's eyebrows furrowed, the soul thorn was silent but galloping, the medium-grade ghost roared violently, Jin Ling put away the bone slip, and ran the silk step and wrapped it around the blood-drinking blade.

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The White Bone Pit has always been peaceful, and the monks who come in to practice will abide by the rules of the Bai family, even if they don't buy the Bone Miasma, no one will maliciously rob his ghost.

But Zhang Hao suddenly found that these days there are fewer and fewer ghosts in his bone miasma, and there are still fewer soul-attracting incense, and he can kill more than 100 in a day on weekdays, but now he can only see about 50 in a day, which is half less.

Less is less, maybe there are more people outside, he took out two soul-attracting incense sticks and lit them at the same time. However, two days later, he found that there were not even thirty in one day, and the number of imps he had not even looked at before had dropped a lot.

This made Zhang Hao unable to calm down, and when he withdrew the bone smoke miasma, he was stunned.

When he came in, because of the high density of ghosts, it was all dense bone smoke miasma, but at this time, there was no one, he stood in the big white bone wasteland, the yin wind swept the withered yellow grass blades on the ground, swirling and drifting, only three or five newly formed little ghosts were floating aimlessly, attracted by his soul-attracting incense.

Zhang Hao looked around inexplicably, and finally found that twenty or thirty people were all gathered in one corner, didn't he remember that there were not many ghosts there all year round?

Zhang Hao is one of the three major sects under the Xize Netherworld Sect, a disciple of the Blood Hand Palace, who is white and chic, and is sociable, so it didn't take long for him to figure out what was going on.

It was the white mist in front of him, and the rich yin qi faintly revealed inside, which attracted all the ghosts, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Zhang Hao saw twenty or thirty ghosts turn into black streamers, plunging into the white mist without hesitation.

"This is the Bai family's new type of bone smoke miasma and soul-attracting incense?" Zhang Hao wondered.

There was a disciple of the Bai family next to him, and when he heard this, he immediately retorted: "Absolutely not, if my Bai family has such good things, can I not take them out and share them with you?

The onlookers looked at the Bai family disciple with a look of disbelief, and an old man with a high cultivation looked at the Bai family disciple and said, "Bai family boy, otherwise you go in and ask what the hell is going on, it's not authentic to do this, we also handed over the Immortal Stone to come in." ”

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the disciples of the Bai family gritted their teeth and killed them.

After more than half an hour, it was quiet outside, and it was also quiet and weird inside, the old man who encouraged the disciples of the Bai family was a little unbearable, and snorted coldly: "I'll go in and see it myself, I don't believe it, I can't cure this guy!"

Later, three or five people entered one after another, but there was still no news, and for a while, the onlookers couldn't help but take a few steps back, feeling that this white mist was like a man-eating demon beast, and it didn't even spit out a bone.

Another hour passed, and there was a sudden movement in the white mist, and everyone saw that the people who had just rushed in were all thrown out like sacks, without exception, seriously injured, unconscious, and the storage bag was gone.

Everyone finally couldn't help but go to the Bai family's foundation guards to ask for justice, but the two guards were dressed in iron armor and wore cold iron masks on their faces, like sculptures, no matter how much they agitated or scolded them, they didn't move.

Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommended ticket, ask for a collection ~~~ (to be continued.) )