In the dead cemetery, Ye Changsheng stood solemnly in the dark.

The shattered chest flashed with blood.

He looked at his beating heart, and the little sword on his heart.

This is the piece of iron?

The middle finger is long and short, the shape is strange, and the hilt and the blade of the sword are connected as one, showing a wavy shape, so dull that there is no trace of luster.

Even the drops of blood that adhered to the sword were dim.

It was stabbed diagonally into the heart, revealing a gray mark on the sword.

Ye Changsheng put his hand into his chest, and his fingertips lightly swiped over the small sword, and finally stopped at the gray spot.

Changsheng thought of the vision that happened to him on the night of his death, and vaguely guessed something.

On the iron plate, there is the will of the Infinite Demon Venerable, and perhaps it is a part of the Infinite Demon Venerable.

What reborn him was this piece of iron.

It was also this piece of iron that was counterattacked by the Heavenly Dao.

In the past three years, this piece of iron has long been fused with Changsheng, and there is no distinction between them.

At the same time that the piece of iron was counterattacked, he was also counterattacked.

Ye Changsheng didn't care, but was grateful, and couldn't be more grateful.

Lord Mozun, it was you who gave me a second life, and my life was originally your life.

Please accompany Changsheng and go all the way!

Stumbling to his feet, Ye Changsheng walked towards the tombs and stopped in front of a stone curtain on the periphery.

The stone tomb had collapsed, revealing a decaying coffin, and a gloomy aura lingered in the grave, bringing a chill to the forest.

That's where the black-clad skeleton came from.

Facing the evil qi, Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged and shouted: "Suck the brake!"

The storm in his chest rose again, and the black air currents swirled with blood and rumbled.

Under the mystery of "The Secret Record of Futu", the evil qi of Sen Leng was transformed into pure vitality, flowing all over the body.

Each cell wriggled greedily, sucking in the vitality.

The impurities are constantly spit out, turning into black earthworms that emerge from the pores of immortality.

Shen Zhen was removed layer by layer, and the injuries on his body were rapidly recovering.

The terrifying blood hole in his chest slowly closed while repairing.

In the end, there were only a few irregular cracks left in Changsheng's chest, and red blood flowed outward.

The storm in his chest stopped, Ye Changsheng's eyes lifted, and his eyes shone like morning stars.

There was a fresh pain in his chest, and he reached out to touch the cracked wound, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, the "Secret Record of Futu" is not a healing exercise, and besides, the seal has not been completely unlocked, and it is already rare that his injuries can be restored to this extent.

Changsheng sealed the wound on his chest, got up, and walked out.

The stone gate was empty, and Xin Ru was gone.

Changsheng sealed the stone gate, covered in tatters and blood, and walked in the direction of the Crescent Lake.

In the quiet mountain village, the lights in the village chief's room are still on.

In the dim light, Xin Wenxiong sat at his desk, holding a blood-stained black jade plaque in one hand and a black ring in the other.

"Heartless?" Xin Wenxiong looked at Ye Changsheng's law name on the jade plate, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

More than ten years ago, there was a monk from Tangmen Temple who was overwhelmed in Heifeng Ridge, and he had seen the same household dish from the monk's hand.

Putting down the plate, he looked at the ancient ring again.

The ring is made of black hedron with a piece of inky silver on the surface.

On the ink silver, there is a small sword with a simple shape, which is like a pointer, which always gives people the illusion that "it can move".

Dangdang, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in. ”

Ye Changsheng walked in.

Xin Wenxiong looked surprised: "Your hair?!"

Ye Changsheng had already changed into a sackcloth dress, and his long wet silver hair hung down on his shoulders.

He smiled faintly and said, "It was originally white, but it was dyed before." ”

Xin Wenxiong was silent for a moment, and handed the black jade plate to Ye Changsheng: "Shouldn't the old man call you, Wuxin Mage?"

Ye Changsheng put away the jade plaque and said casually: "To be precise, I am just a Buddhist cultivator, and I have not taken refuge, so the village elder still calls me immortal." ”

Xin Wenxiong nodded, and after Ye Changsheng sat down opposite, he spoke: "Xin Ru has already told the old man what happened, and I still want to thank you for your help." ”

Ye Changsheng was surprised: "The village adults have long known that there is a problem with the cemetery?"

Xin Wenxiong smiled bitterly: "This is also the reason why the old man is eager to slay the dragon, only by slaughtering the dragon eagle can I take the clan out of this defiled land." ”

Ye Changsheng nodded, he understood Xin Wenxiong's helplessness.

The cemetery is soaked in evil spirits, and in the long run, not to mention that the feng shui here is polluted, but the evil qi that continues to flow will cause the people to contract all kinds of strange diseases and take their lives.

After all, Ye Changsheng's ability is limited, he can temporarily suppress the scattered evil qi in the cemetery, but it is not a long-term way after all.

Xin Wenxiong picked up the black ring in his hand: "This is what the black-clothed skeleton left before he died." ”

Ye Changsheng was surprised again: "The village adults know who he is?"

Xin Wenxiong shook his head and nodded again: "In the cemetery of this village, only one outsider has been buried so far, and it is the owner of that dragon eagle more than three hundred years ago!"

The owner of the dragon eagle?!

Xin Wenxiong sighed: "After the earthquake, everything was chaotic, and the village chief at that time was afraid that the body of the man in black would be desecrated, so he buried him on the periphery of the cemetery. Unexpectedly, but it was a disaster. ”

Ye Changsheng comforted: "The man in black turned into a skeleton undead, but he didn't wreak havoc on the cemetery, I still miss it in my heart, if it weren't for him devouring a large number of intruding undead, I'm afraid the current situation will be even worse." ”

Xin Wenxiong was stunned for a moment and nodded thoughtfully.

He handed the black ring to Ye Changsheng: "Since he is in your hand, this ring will belong to you." ”

Ye Changsheng took the ring, his tentacles were cold, and there was a hint of evil.

When he saw the small sword on the ring, his heart was shocked.

That little sword was exactly the same as the sword stuck in his heart!

Could it be that the man in black is a believer of the Wuji Demon Venerable, a person from the Demon Gate?

Bidding farewell to the village chief, Changsheng returned to his room and opened the "Zara Realm".

The black-clothed skeleton's grasp tore the blessed scripture chains on his body, and it wouldn't affect the operation of the "Zara Realm", right?

The space of a square square is mysterious and peaceful.

Changsheng sat cross-legged, looking at the silently rotating prayer wheel, and the big stone in his heart finally fell.

Tonight is full of thrills.

Fortunately, the result was not bad, he picked up a life, and also lifted part of the seal.

This also proves Changsheng's previous guess that only by absorbing a powerful evil qi can he break the seal of the gray matter.

The gray spot of the small sword stuck in the heart may be the key to breaking the seal.

Thinking that there was still a "competition" waiting for him at dawn, Changsheng retracted his thoughts, adjusted the time of the hourglass, and set it aside.

His eyes fell, and in a moment he forgot about everything and entered the ethereal realm.