"Huh? There seems to be something there! ”

Through the sparse moonlight, Qingji found a dark shadow lying in front of the bushes.

The little tiger was shaking his head and tail, yelling at it. I wanted to pounce on it, but I was a little afraid.

"What's weird?"

Qing Ji was surprised. Xiaohu is usually brave and aggressive, and when he enters the mountains, he dares to rush up and bite no matter what kind of fierce beasts he sees, and he is quite afraid at this time.

"Hey, it's human!"

After getting a little closer, Qingji saw clearly. I saw a thin old man in black lying there with his eyes closed.

Although I don't know whether I live or die, I look at my face and look at my eyebrows, which makes people feel close. However, on his chest, there was suddenly a large cloud of blood, which was shocking to look at.

"This man is injured! He was lying in the deep mountains, and he didn't know if it was a senior of the Wusheng clan. Or is it an outsider passing by? No matter what, since you encounter it, you can't see death without help. ”

Qing Ji groaned slightly, and leaned over to the old man. Stretched out his hand and probed under the other party's nose, there was still some heat, and he should have fainted.

He gently lifted the old man up from the ground and sat down against a thick log. Whispered in his ear: "Senior, senior......"

The old man in black made a grunt in his throat, but he didn't move.

Qingji stretched out his fingers at the moment and took turns pinching them under the other person's nose and on the back of his chest and neck. This is the method he learned in his previous life when he was in Yanhuang Huaxia to awaken and turn unconscious.

After a long while, I heard another grunt in the old man's throat. There seemed to be a breath rushing up from his chest. Then the old man groaned softly a few times, and finally opened his eyes.

"Senior, you're awake!"

Qingji stared at the old man and said.

"Little friend, can you tell the old man where this is?" In an instant, the eyes of the old man in black flashed.

"This is the northern peak of Wusheng Mountain!"

At the moment when the old man woke up, Qingji suddenly felt that something was wrong. From the depths of the other party's glittering eyes, he seemed to faintly feel that there was a hint of evil hidden there.

The soul power of Wrong Fei Qingji is too strong and keen, and he can't even detect it. This made him secretly vigilant.

"Wusheng Mountain? North Peak? The old man in black frowned slightly, "Isn't it the Wusheng Mountain where the Wusheng clan gathers?" ”

"That's right, this is the residence of the Lingyu Division, one of the eight tribes of the Wusheng Clan. Senior, where are you from, and how did you end up here? Qingji responded in his mouth, but inadvertently took two steps back.

"Xiaoyou, how did you find the old man? Coming to the mountains so late, I have a lot of courage. ”

The old man in black didn't answer Qingji, but still asked kindly.

"Whew!"

Before Qingji could speak, Xiaohu shook his head and roared at the old man, as if he was very hostile to him.

"I see! It must have been this mastiff who found the old man. ”

The old man in black looked at Xiaohu, and his eyes seemed to have insight into everything.

Then he shook his head and said to himself: "Tiger head snow mastiff, good head and fierce dog." But it's a pity that since the ancient mastiff ancestor failed to sanctify in the Great Snow Mountain, I'm afraid that there will be no more war mastiff bloodlines in this heaven and earth......"

"Mastiff ancestor? Mastiff blood? ”

Although Qingji was very wary of this old man, he couldn't help but be curious when he heard the words.

"Little friend, the grace of saving your life, the old man can't repay it. Take this little thing. ”

At this time, he saw that the old man in black smiled very kindly, trembling his arms, as if he was struggling to find something from the black robe he was wearing.

Looking through the moonlight, it was a small wooden doll with all four limbs and a dark body.

Qingji waved his hand again and again: "Seniors, don't be like this." It is the duty of our warriors to be anxious, and we dare not accept gifts. ”

"Little friend, you have a very good character......

When the old man in black saw that he resolutely refused to accept the little wooden man, he couldn't help but look at him slightly, and suddenly his body shook and said, "Oops! It hurts, it hurts......" The whole person screamed and fell forward.

Qingji frowned. The other person looked as if his injuries had recurred. But he couldn't believe it, and took a few steps back, his face showing solemnity.

"You kid, you have some scheming. It seems that the Ancestor will inevitably lose some of the power of the Divine Source......"

The old man in black was originally waiting for Qingji to come to help, but when he saw him like this, he suddenly stood up again and smiled sadly.

Hula!

The eyes of the old man in black suddenly lit up like flames. The mouth shouted, "Look! The arm grew out, and he pointed out.

"Not good!"

Qingji has been prepared for a long time. The strength of the whole body is secretly condensed, but the other party's cultivation is really terrifying beyond imagination.

This finger seems to encompass heaven and earth, and there is no way to dodge. Qingji's body didn't have time to move, so he pointed a finger at the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, I felt that Venus was surging in front of me, and my head was as heavy as iron, as if it had been pressed top of my head by a mountain.

The next moment, he felt that the fingertips of the old man in black were emitting a vortex of powerful suction. made his eyes dark, and the sea of souls boiled like a river overturning a sea.

Immediately afterward, a majestic and powerful soul power surged out along the center of his eyebrows, continuously entering the fingers of the old man in black.

"Hahaha......" the old man in black laughed triumphantly.

At this moment, behind him, nine puffs of black smoke came out of the porphyry.

In every puff of black smoke there were countless mountains of corpses and piles of white bones. On top of the bones, there are groups of ghostly skeletons dancing. The wind was miserable, and the wails were bursting.

"Immortal Light!"

Qing Ji was terrified in his heart, and hurriedly destroyed the "Divine Light Most Victory Sutra", intending to stop the leakage of soul power.

But the immortal light of the sea of souls seemed to have lost contact with him at this time. No matter how much he destroyed the exercises, he didn't have the slightest reaction.

And Qingji himself couldn't move, couldn't lift his hands, and couldn't even scream. Only a trace of clarity remained in his soul and mind, which still made him resist hard.

"Little doll, if you can dedicate your soul to my Northern Shadow Ancestor, that is a creation that many people can't ask for!"

The old man in black smiled strangely, and the demonic red light in his eyes was even brighter.

As the nine puffs of black smoke gathered behind him, the suction in his palm became stronger and stronger.

Qingji only felt dizzy and his vision was blurred. The old man in black had an extremely bewitching palm, as if he really wanted to suck his soul away.

Gradually, Kyungji stopped struggling. A pair of eyes looked directly at the old man in front of him, he had forgotten who the other party was and why he was here.

"Whew!"

At this moment, the little tiger behind Qingji exploded with a snow-white mane and let out an earth-shattering roar.

Leaping forward, fangs like knives, he swooped down on the old man in black.