Barren mountains, wild mountains, dilapidated villages, and ruins can be seen faintly.

Dead trees, old vines, crows chirp on the branches.

The picture of curling smoke is like yesterday. Uncle Wang next door, full of yellow teeth, foaming at the mouth, told the story of his youth, the border city of fast horses, and the flames of the sky, which seems to be still in front of him. Aunt Li's coarse cloth apron, and the craftsmanship of catching cakes and sticking to the pot are unparalleled. The aroma is steaming, and the snot babies in the whole village have to snort sharply with longing.

When I was a child, I always had the largest sugar cake, held in the palm of my hand, took a small bite, blew on it, stuck out my tongue, and ate it extremely sweet. That taste and memory are mixed together, and they merge into a deep obsession.

Dogs, stones, leather monkeys, and children in the countryside should give their nicknames to a lower level, and the elders say that such children are easy to feed. If it weren't for the Hungry Wolf Bandits, they might have grown into swarthy and strong hunters like their fathers.

It's a pity that there is no if...

The little beast's senses were keen, and Qin Feng's faint sorrow made Ah Wu lose his spirit, and he lay quietly on the young man's shoulder.

A large tomb is hidden between the green mountains and green waters, with the confluence of three rivers in front and a large mountain barrier in the back, and the left and right lush forests and canyons, with excellent feng shui. Grandfather Qin Hu, when he took the young Qin Feng to the mountain to collect medicine in his early years, he once joked that one day he would be a hundred years old, and let Qin Feng bury him here.

As the saying goes, grandpa's body is nowhere to be found. Many villagers, after ten years of wind and rain, only broken bones remain. After Qin Feng gathered, he added his grandfather's clothes and buried this big tomb.

There were not only three hundred and forty souls lying inside, but also Qin Feng's full of memories!

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the cold wind gusted, slapping the window lattice, and Qin Feng couldn't sleep. The villagers who have been honest all their lives and have never been out of the ancient road have lived in the depths of the mountains without quarrel with the world, with no cause and effect, no dust, and finally turned into dry bones in the grave, what is wrong?

The young man thought for a long time and muttered: "The mainland is too chaotic after all!" ”

Curled up in a ball, the little beast lying on Qin Feng's chest suddenly stood upright with both ears! The wind and grass within a radius of ten miles cannot escape its ears. is still in a lazy state of the little guy, Qin Feng even thinks that early warning for a hundred miles is not the limit of Ah Wu.

After a few breaths, Qin Feng also felt a strange aura descending on the deserted village. If everyone has a unique atmosphere, it is for people to distinguish. Then, this breath is full of cold, darkness. It also seems to be accompanied by the smell of decay and decay, which makes the little beast dislike it very much.

Pander to... Not!

In the vast wasteland, any creature that dares to disturb its dreams will be mercilessly crushed. Following Qin Feng into the human world, while eating all the food, the little beast also reined in a lot of bad habits, and the anger of getting up was especially obvious.

Rubbing Ah Wu's plush little head, Qin Feng got up and pushed the door and stepped into the darkness. No matter how many years have passed, this has been his home, and shady, ugly deeds must not be allowed!

The night is like ink, and the black mist is like silk, winding around the forest. A man in black was on top of the boulder, cross-legged and breathing, wisps of cold and dead air, circling and converging, bringing gusts of wind. Above the big tomb, the green smoke is steaming, and in the misty and illusory, the figure is moving.

Bang!

Stones flew and pressed against the black's cheek, shooting into the darkness.

Well?

In the night, two cold lightning bolts suddenly opened. These eyes were different from everyone Qin Feng had ever seen, and the eyes were actually bright white silver.

"Rest in peace for the dead, don't be disturbed!"

The young man in green shirt walked out of the darkness slowly, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, looking at the cold and electricity, and did not back down.

"Quack!"

The low smile of the night owl's cry slowly sounded.

"Doll, don't be nosy! This Dharma King only likes to die, and the most taboo is the living! ”

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

With a low shout, it was Qin Feng's sword that responded to the man in black. If there is really reincarnation, then the people in the grave will lose their yin qi and break the feng shui, and they can only fight in the sea of suffering in the next life.

Can't see, can't touch, mysterious and indescribable, but the world is willing to believe that there will be a day of reincarnation of relatives, and they will be in the world again!

Rumble!

The Huangquan sword is fierce, making the man in black scream again and again! Between the raised hands, the nine-pole linen white flags, the yin wind spread, and the lock trapped in the void. In the array, the nameless wind rose, the whirlpool of evil qi fluctuated and undulated, and in the laughter of the rattling monster, a sharp horn grimace broke through the sky!

Qin Fengjian's brows furrowed, the Eastern Continent, the Eight Immortal Sects, there is no such means. Just looking at the sharp horned ghost thing and the fierce collision with the Huangquan Sword, without falling into the wind, you know that the man in black has a good heritage.

Kill!

Hiding the dirty face, surrounded by yin qi, ten minutes at midnight, the thief is dead. By no means a kind person. Qin Feng shot mercilessly, flew and grabbed Huang Quan, a set of swordsmanship for the entrance to the Eastern Taigong, and played until he was superb, the sword qi gushed out, and the spells came out together.

In the silver eyes of the man in black, there was cold electricity. Wilderness Mountain Village, where did the junior come from, but he is only a two-year-old man, and the Taoism is so profound, and he bravely fights his own sharp-horned ghost king, and he does not fall behind. You must know that there are no living people in the nine mourning flags, and this set of spiritual treasures has always been unfavorable, and today it is impossible to cut that young man into the battle.

Rattle.

In the strange laughter, the man in black saw the young man in green shirt, the sword void, unstoppable, and disillusioned step by step. The sword slashed at the ghost's eyebrows. Let him not be surprised, nine flags, nine array spirits, and the young man in front of him is the best choice! After searching across the continent for many years, I didn't expect that there would be a harvest in this barren mountain range!

Qin Feng was in the middle of the formation, he was not afraid, no matter how powerful the sackcloth banner was, he could only trap himself, and the strange runes in the eyebrows of the sharp-horned ghost creatures were flaws.

Assemble!

With the man in black was surprised, inside the nine mourning flags, the number of ghosts and things increased again, and a giant eye in the west was one-eyed, stained with blood and tears. A skull with wide-mouthed fangs in the north. A ghost fire was burning in the south, and the sharp horned ghosts in the east surrounded Qin Feng.

"Boy Qin, be careful, there is a chance that the man in black is from the Ghost Domain!"

Brother Guang's reminder in his ears shocked Qin Feng's heart.

"Ghost Domain?"

Although Brother Guang is a spiritual treasure, with eyesight and countless years of experience, Qin Feng can still be trusted. If someone from the ghost domain comes, it is inevitable that you will have a good fight today!

Heaven and earth have vitality, and they will live forever. In the immortal gate, we talk about enlightenment, communication, and application!

But the avenue is three thousand, and the side door is eight hundred. There are also ancient powerhouses who created a system, defining Yuan Qi as Yin Qi, Dead Qi, and Dirty Blood Qi! Alternative enlightenment, respect as an ancestor!

In the ghost realm, the cultivation method is completely different from the mainland immortal gate, few people know about it, and there are few records in the East Taigong.

But the four clans and seven great countries in the continent, the ghost domain is on one side, which is enough to see the strength!

Brother Guang is extremely sensitive to these guys, and there is only one reason!

Its former host, the Eastern Emperor, died at the hands of the Ghost Domain!