Cen Duxiao and Feng Yi walked out of the tunnel, and outside were a patchwork of stone houses of different heights.

The snow-capped mountains here are shrouded in layers of black mist. The air in the place where Lu Li took her before was much fresher than here.

In this way, except for the black gas hovering in the air is a little weird, the houses here are no different from ordinary villages.

At the time of the Great White, every house in the village was closed, and the scene was silent, like an empty city.

It's an empty city and it's not very appropriate, every house is well organized in front of the door, and there are some clothes and dried black "dried fish" hanging at the door.

These "dried fish" should be the same kind of Lu Li......

The difference between being a Jiao and being a dragon is too great, and being a Jiao can't stand at the top of the food chain, and being a dragon is basically a god. It is no wonder that Jiao would rather practice penance in the flames for a thousand years than turn (shēn) into a dragon.

The roads in the village are lined with piles of snow on a regular basis, apparently freshly cleared.

Cen Duxiao pointed to the top and said, "What are these black gases? Why don't I meet those two Weiyuan Village villagers here?"

"When I came before, I didn't have these black gases. ”

He sniffed and hurriedly said, "Poisonous!"

He threw an enchantment and surrounded the two of them.

Cen Duxiao touched her nose, with this protective film, you don't have to cover your mouth and nose. She reached out and poked the faint light next to her (shēn), and it was bounced back, and she immediately played with her hair and poked it several times, not in the slightest nervous that they were in danger

At his (shēn) side, no matter what danger she encountered, she was extra at ease.

Feng Yizhi looked up, "The real reason for the short life of the villagers of Weiyuan Village is probably because of these miasma. ”

Cen Duxiao said: "I'll just do it, what kind of flower god curse is too nonsense." ”

The two of them didn't stay in the village for long, and went straight to the back mountain, where a group of them were taken to the back mountain.

The two Edgeworth flew a little higher into the air to avoid being spotted.

The back mountain of Weiyuan Village was also shrouded in black fog, which was both a miasma and a formation.

As soon as Feng Yizhi arrived, he found that someone had carefully condensed the black mist miasma in Weiyuan Village into a formation to protect the snowy mountain. If a monk is not a cultivator, it will be difficult for a monk to get out of here.

After the two landed, they walked through a forest on the mountain, and after walking for a while, they saw an ancestral hall with red walls and green tiles in the mist, and the masonry and earth tiles were slightly old.

There is a huge plaque hanging in the center of the entrance of the ancestral hall, the plaque is very new, it must have just been built, and there is not much dust, and it may be that the villagers often come to clean it.

The plaque is engraved with three big characters - Zhuang Yan Temple.

The two plaques erected on both sides of the door read, "Immortal Compassion, Supreme Merit".

Cen Duxiao got closer and saw that there was a strange "person" standing in the middle of the temple, which was made of clay and carefully painted with colors. He has long black hair, but he has no facial features. The form is graceful, like a female rao (shēn) posture, but she wears a black robe for men.

Is he Zhuang Yan?

"What is this for?" Cen Duxiao looked at the sculpture in front of him, "Isn't this the spirit lord that the villagers respect?"

Feng Yizhi nodded and said: "That's right, the devouring yuan spirit book (shēn) has no face, hermaphroditism, and this appearance can be regarded as very restored." ”

How weird it would be if people didn't have faces, no wonder the whereabouts of the devouring spirit were uncertain, and it was really not easy to recognize them if they didn't have physical features.

Cen Duxiao looked at the clay sculpture and shook his head, "The ancestral hall is not dedicated to the ancestors, but to the devouring Yuan Spirit, hey, do these people regard him as a god?"

Feng Yizhi said lightly: "The fate that they can't escape for generations has been changed by a Yuan Devouring Spirit, no matter what kind of monster the Yuan Devouring Spirit is, it is like a true god in their hearts. ”

Cen Duxiao couldn't help but think of the deeds of the fallen gods, and sighed: "Yes, just like Xun, this Yuan-devouring spirit should also enjoy people's worship, what use do you want these false names, and you can't grow more lumps (ròu)!"

Feng Yizhi carefully observed the furnishings of the entire ancestral hall, and said: "Selling fame and reputation." ”

Cen Duxiao pondered for a moment and said, "Is there a way to get rid of the miasma outside? If they can solve the problem at the root, they won't have to rely on the Yuan Devouring Spirit, and there will be no more innocent people to suffer." ”

Feng Yi said lightly: "Mortals have a fate. "Even so, I can't bear it in my heart.

He knocked on the clay sculpture and seemed to find something.

When he walked to the clay sculpture, he noticed that there was a loosening of his foot, and he said, "It seems that there is a mechanism." ”

"Is it hollow? Is there a secret passage?"

Cen Duxiao also went up and stomped lightly, and the sword was inserted into the hollow, and the crack on the ground became deeper and deeper, and soon a staircase walkway appeared.

The two did not hesitate and cautiously descended to the rain.

The space under the ground was larger than the ancestral hall, and there were rows of candlesticks hanging on the walls, and the candles on the candlesticks were lit by the pinching of the wind, and when the light was sufficient, they saw that there were eleven coffins neatly and upright in the secret room, and none of them were covered with coffin lids.

The people in the coffin stood straight, their eyes closed, their faces blank, as if they were asleep, and Cen Duxiao timidly stepped forward to probe their breath, and without exception, they were all out of breath.

These people all wore black clothes, exactly the same style as the uniforms of the Zhan Xian Sect.

She froze, "These...... These are the people who were seized by the Devouring Spirit. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sonorous sound of sword qi behind her (shēn), and before she could dodge, Feng Yizhi raised his hand and swung his sword to block, the movement was as fast as lightning, and the sword that was rushing towards her (shè) was shocked out and stabbed on the wall of the coffin.

"Bang dang", and the sword fell on Lin again.

The sword just now was only a few feet away from Cen Duxiao.

She glanced at the sword on the ground and glared back at the man in black behind (shēn).

The man in black withdrew his sword and said quietly: "Feng Gongzi is really a good (shēn) hand, he went back and forth, and our people didn't even notice it!"

At the end, he stabbed a man standing next to him (shēn) with his backhand, and the man struck quickly and hard, and the man looked stunned and fell weakly holding his mouth (xiōng) in pain.

The man in black said indifferently: "Waste, the person has been found, and the spirit wants you to be useless." ”

His appearance is quite similar to Xia Li, it should be Xia Liancheng.

Xia Liancheng raised his hand and moved his fingers, and dozens of people behind him (shēn) rushed up to surround the two, and the tip of his sword was aimed at the two, and the cold light flashed.

For a while, the secret room was surrounded by them.

Cen Duxiao asked, "The corpses in this secret room are all from your Zhan Xianmen, did they die after the Yuan Devouring Spirit grabbed all the Shouyuan?"

Xia Liancheng didn't care, as if he didn't know these people at all, and said, "How is it?"

Cen Duxiao suddenly became furious, "Your father asked us to save you, it's good that you actually took refuge in the Yuan Devouring Spirit?"