Three steps of the treacherous spirit, Lingbo Yama.

Like a ghost, Meng Yang shuttled through the night without a trace.

Ten miles away, ten minutes away.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he stepped lightly and jumped on the treetops to look into the distance.

I saw that only the ruins and broken walls of the Shaxiang Post Station were left, and the smoke was thick, and the face was not fully flying.

As soon as his spiritual sense swept away, Meng Yang's eyes were even colder.

The inn, which was originally full of joys of life, is now only the crackling sound of a burning fire.

There were no cries, no corpses, just a blanket of desolation.

At this moment, Meng Yang frowned, and his figure disappeared in place.

Stepping on the three steps of Yama, he went straight to a dilapidated building in Dongluo.

The building is decorated with wood that has been burned into black charcoal, and there is a fluorescent jade plaque under the tables and chairs that have been broken in half.

Pick up the jade plate and look at it, the word Qianyuan is engraved on it.

Meng Yang, who took a deep breath, suddenly turned cold, and looked back in the direction he came.

Here, there was originally a fellow disciple who was guarded by the sect's mission.

But at this moment, no matter how Meng Yang's spirit stone swept away, he never saw any figure.

When the thought surfaced, the carriage sensed that red light, and Meng Yang pulled Yu Jian's hand tighter a little.

Within the strength of the Qianyuan Sect, almost all villages and towns have disciples stationed in the local area.

Although the Shaxiang Post Station is within the sphere of influence of the Qianyuan Sect, there are more than 3,000 of them.

However, because it has been rampant with wandering merchants and mountain bandits for many years, the disciples of its mission have contributed a lot.

Generally, as long as the strength reaches above the Bone Condensation Realm, you can take on the task.

Naturally, such a long-term garrison, powerful disciples can't look down on it, but relatively weak disciples like it very much. Being able to cultivate while staying quietly in one place to complete tasks is the best choice for them.

When they enter the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan, or when the Three Flowers gather at the top, they will wait for the new stationed disciples to come.

Then hand over the tasks, look for high levels, and reward more tasks to do.

Although a place like the post station was not guarded by powerful cultivators, there was no panic in the world.

But now, the population of the post house is 400, and the fire has burned for so long, but the corpse has never been seen. There weren't even footprints on the ground, which was too weird. Not to mention anything else, the identity jade has not been taken away, I am afraid that the owner has already encountered an accident.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Yang put this person's jade slip into his storage ring and walked outside the building.

Looking around at the billowing black smoke, the chill in his eyes was like substance.

While thinking about it, the words "evil cultivation" came to mind from time to time.

In fact, there is no need for Meng Yang to guess, he can be so unscrupulous and cold-blooded, and there is basically no one else except evil cultivators.

In addition to being born bad, these are all cynical, hard-hitting people who choose to go down the wrong path.

There are also many who have no background, are alone, and rely on chance to enter cultivation and retreat on the way.

But no matter what kind of existence it is, it is almost a headache for all sect forces.

Because they are erratic and their tracks are hard to find.

After trying the pleasure of taking the lives of others, or harming others for self-interest, it is even more difficult to get out.

This is not to say that all the casual cultivators who have not joined the cultivation of the family and sect are hateful people.

There are also individual people who do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and they add themselves to the opportunity to help others.

However, if it was really as Meng Yang guessed, then what he encountered must be a cold-blooded and ruthless evil cultivator.

Ringing the things that the deacon of the disciple hall explained before he left, Meng Yang, who had a gloomy face, didn't say a word, took out his jade slip, and after the spirit stone was scattered, he recorded everything he saw and heard in front of him, formed a spiritual thought, and engraved it in the jade slip.

In less than three breaths, a two-star dangerous mission introduction appeared, and Meng Yang Yu Jianzhong appeared.

Confirmed by the deacon of the Qianyuan Sect, this cruel method must be a notorious cult.

Eliminate this person and reward the disciple with 10 contribution points.

After Meng Yang took the task, he immediately sat cross-legged and held the embroidered spring knife on his waist in his hand.

As the qi and blood churned, a blood bead spit out from his mouth, and his spiritual sense attached to it, and he saw that this blood bead suddenly overflowed with white smoke spiritual power around his body, and after Meng Yang bent his fingers blew three times in a row, the flickering light shot away into the distance.

"Don't look for it, I'm here after Zhang..."

A cold tone sounded from the darkness a hundred meters away from Meng Yang, and the blood beads that had just shot out were suddenly smashed to the ground by an illusory hand condensed by spiritual consciousness, bursting out with bits of rainbow blood.

"The taste of this blood is really pure, and the three flowers are really different..."

"If you meet my good deeds, you will die..."

The yin words rose again, and Meng Yang, who had a gloomy face, immediately raised his knife and stood up.

As soon as he stared at his frown, he saw Zhang Hou, who was dressed in a black robe, stepping out of the darkness.

At the moment when the flickering firelight around him was reflected on his figure, Zhang Hou raised his head slightly, revealing a hideous and terrifying face.

His face did not have a single intact skin, as if it had been roasted by fire, with scars and staggered lines.

Even on his exposed neck, there were several awe-inspiring holes in people's hearts.

Meng Yang didn't say a word, he didn't give the other party a reaction at all, and he was the first to raise a knife and slash.

The refinement that burst out from the blade was like a splash of water, rushing straight to Zhang's back.

Zhang Hou reacted very quickly, smiled sneeringly, and at the same time as he reached out and waved his fan in the air, his spiritual sense overflowed again.

On the void, a large condensed black hand appeared again, slapping down towards Meng Yang's place.

Before the palm of his hand arrived, in the awe-inspiring whistling sound, Meng Yang was pressed by the powerful force on it, and his legs were embedded in the ground.

"First Martial Realm?" Meng Yang's face changed, and he chuckled in his heart, preparing to use the three-step Yama to dodge.

But then he realized that something was wrong, and his clear black eyes suddenly became puzzled: "He and I are also the same three-flower gathering, why can the spiritual consciousness be able to achieve the degree of embodiment that has been spiritualized? Could it be that he has supernatural powers?"

And this scene made Zhang Hou, who laughed out loud, even more arrogant, and actually stood standing behind his back.

Xiuchun's sword qi was close to his body a foot away, and he was blocked by a strange wall of black mist.

Even the sound was a sword aura, under Meng Yang's incredible gaze, it seemed to be swallowed by the black mist, the flickering sword light instantly dimmed, and then turned into spirit spots and floated into the black mist, in this way, the black mist that resisted the embroidered spring sword qi was even more condensed.

Meng Yang, who had a strange face, looked frozen, and actually learned to be like Zhang Hou, standing with his hands in his hands.

Let the big black mist that seemed to be able to slap him into sparse pieces and slap it on him.

There is no imaginary calm and leisure, and it is as immobile as a mountain.

Meng Yang was slapped by the black fog on the spot and spat blood, flew upside down, and smashed a brick wall behind him.

The ears are accompanied by a ghost-like hiss, which makes the scalp tingle and scream.

Under the throbbing pain all over his body, the information about the proficiency of the meat pile skill was constantly refreshing in his pupils.

"This black fog is not a manifestation of spiritual consciousness at all. ”

Feeling the ghost cry hanging in his ears that had not yet faded, Meng Yang stood up from the wall tiles.

Although there was blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, his expression was the same as if he was fine, and he couldn't help but pick the lines on his forehead after seeing it.

His eyes flashed, and his eyes exuded a different look, but he didn't expect to meet a cultivator refining his body here.

"I'm picking up a knife slashing technique, a breaking force..."

Without any hesitation, Meng Yang, who was stepping on the three-step Yama, quickly approached Empress Zhang.

He wanted to see if he could still use the black mist to resist his attack after this one.

Until the distance between the two was shortened to twenty meters, Meng Yang's spirits lifted, and the embroidered spring knife was lifted again.

opened his mouth slightly, and coldly spit out a cold voice.

As soon as the knife qi that burst out from the Mengyang Embroidered Spring Knife this time came out, the surrounding heaven and earth suddenly buzzed.

Not only will the autumn wind blowing to Mengyang's side, but also reverse the limelight.

Zhang Hou, who forced his complexion to change suddenly, couldn't help but let out a muffled roar, and shot several tricks in front of him one after another.

In the turbulent wind, a black smoke that did not give way to the smoke in the distance appeared from the void.

The surrounding coercion squeezed down, but I saw that the black smoke not only condensed into a big hand, but even condensed into a thick arm, with the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping, pushing the wind pressure around and hitting the chopping knife qi.

The howling sound was everywhere, blending together with the cold sword qi that rushed around, and the wild waves of cold and black fog suddenly burst out from the middle of Meng Yang and Zhang Hou, setting off a large area of land around them, and the two people who pushed it even more flew behind them.

Successfully defend against an attack, and increase proficiency by 20.

Current proficiency is 14277/25000.

Meng Yang, who was carrying a knife, took three steps in the air in a row, floated and fell, his face gloomy like water.

Zhang Hou's expression was shocked, his face was colorless, and his body flying upside down was stopped by a large condensed net.

The two of you, you look at me, I look at you, and they didn't rush to make a move for a while.

"You're not an ordinary Sanhua Gathering Peak. ”

Looking at Meng Yang silent, Zhang Hou gritted his teeth with a fierce expression, and continued in a tone of voice: "Before you, the cultivator who was killed by me was also the Sanhua Gathering, but he didn't block my blow, and he became my soul feed. ”

"And you, in the end, will be the fodder for my soul, because I didn't give it my all. ”

Meng Yang shook his head undeniably and said with a light smile: "Me too." ”

"But you'll end up being my ghost. ”

"Really?"

Hearing that Meng Yang actually had spare strength, Zhang's color changed a few times, and then he froze,

The clasped hands together, while stepping down the horse, condensed and spit out strange sound waves from their mouths.

Suddenly, a burst of air came from a distance, making Meng Yang look at it in shock.

But I saw an inky black bone pan with a black flag, flying from the wasteland thousands of miles away, roaring down with the sound of breaking the air.

It seems to weigh thousands of pounds, and when it touches the ground, it actually smashes out a deep pit.

The black flag, which fluttered as if it had come to life, was also wriggling in the wind at this moment.

"Then let me see what you are capable of, let me be the queen of your sword, and become the soul of your sword. ”

As soon as the icy sound fell, a black mist with a strange glow floated out of the wriggling flag.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, they scrambled to merge together, condensing into a finger overflowing with black gas.

The scalp was numb, and the ghost sound of the cold bones and hairs stood on end, and at this moment, it resounded through the entire sky here.

made Meng Yang, who saw all this, fall into a stupor.