All three of us focused our eyes in the direction of the footsteps, slowly turning as it moved.

The source of the sound finally stopped at about thirty meters to the southwest, and at the same time, I felt a faint evil aura wafting from that position.

Anger, resentment, and murderous aura were mixed together, and they drifted towards the night sky.

Evil qi like this should not be summoned by telekinesis, if I guess correctly, it should come from some kind of magic weapon that has been nourished by evil all year round.

As the evil aura became more and more intense, the color of the surrounding fog was slowly deepening, and at this time, there was no longer any white, and only more and more purple was getting stronger and stronger in the mist.

I asked Lao Zuo in a low voice: "Are you on or am I on?" ”

Lao Zuo had a thoughtful expression: "I'm thinking, otherwise let's leave him alone and let him toss there by himself, anyway, with his little cultivation, no matter how much we toss, we won't have anything to lose." ”

It's not that Lao Zuo underestimates the enemy, but the other party's cultivation is indeed too low, to put it ugly, the other party's mental power may not be as pure as Liu Shangang.

Something like this, no matter what kind of powerful magic weapon he has in his hand, it won't cause us any trouble.

Although the magic weapon is good, but he can't exert the power in it, there is a fart?

At this time, Wu Xiangsong stood up and recommended himself: "I'll meet him." ”

As he spoke, Wu Xiangsong had already taken off his shirt and rushed towards the southwest shirtless.

At first, I thought again, is this guy watching too much "Fist of the Big Dipper", and he has the urge to burst his clothes as soon as he fights, maybe as soon as he makes a move, we can hear a series of machine-gun-like "ah-da" through the thick fog.

You haven't seen the Beidou God Fist, you don't understand this stalk, it doesn't matter, the "da-da" sound echoing in my head doesn't matter, the important thing is that Wu Xiangsong just rushed out of five or six meters, and an extremely dazzling golden light bloomed on his body.

At that moment, he was like a sun breaking through the fog.

Golden Body! This is the golden body that once only appeared in myths and legends!

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a group of special monks who only cultivated the physical body, but did not deliberately cultivate mental power, if they insisted on practicing in their way, after 50 years, silver scales began to grow on the body, and a small golden body was cultivated, and the golden light bloomed all over the body for 500 years, and the big golden body was cultivated for 500 years.

Wu Xiangsong's current appearance is obviously that he has cultivated a big golden body.

Don't ask me what other characteristics the small golden body, the big golden body and the phaseless golden body have besides luminescence, I don't know. There are very few records related to this group of monks, and the classics of the family record in black and white that it took only twenty-three years for this small sect to completely die out, and when the sect died, no one survived.

As for how this sect died, it is still a mystery.

I pointed to the golden light that could not be blocked by the fog, and asked Lao Zuo: "Has he cultivated a big golden body?" ”

Lao Zuo's response was even more shocking: "Chen Daochang said that Wu Xiangsong's golden body was born, but before he entered the industry, he didn't know that he had such a trait. His golden body is harder than your steel bones, and he can withstand even the full force of the golden armor corpse. ”

I couldn't help but wonder: "Such a good person, why is his name not on the list of heaven and earth of the Three Youth Association?" ”

Lao Zuo smiled: "Of course there is his name, but he didn't enter the first three subjects." At present, this guy is just hard, and he can't cultivate anything, as long as he scatters his dantian mental power, his golden body will be broken. ”

Oh my God, it's so big in the world.

was born with a big golden body protector, and there are still such people in the world.

Here I am talking to Lao Zuo Zheng, Wu Xiangsong, who is blooming with golden light like a little sun, came back in a hurry, and at this time he was still carrying a person in his hand.

At this time, the person who was carried by Wu Xiangsong in his hand was holding back his face, his face was full of decadence, and his left eye was swollen.

Wu Xiangsong came to me and Lao Zuo, shook his hand and threw the prisoner on the ground: "It's he who put the fog." ”

As he spoke, he took out a walnut-sized box from his pocket and threw it on the ground with the same flick.

This thing may have been a very precious thing to the captive, and when the box hit the ground, there was a muffled sound, and the captive's shoulders trembled, and his face showed an anxious look, as if he was afraid that the thing would break.

Because Wu Xiangsong's hand was heavier, when the box landed, the box lid was also collapsed and flew out, and immediately there were streams of black and purple smoke floating out of the box, and the evil qi in the smoke was very chaotic, but it could be sensed in general, and the main ingredients in it were anger, resentment, and murderous spirit.

I picked up the box and looked at it, it was a product of the early Ming Dynasty, and the box was engraved with a unique tree of life and death of Mingjiao.

I saw the same sculpture once at the bottom of the water.

I leaned over and asked the captive, "Did Practical ask you to come?" When did you get here? ”

The other man just glanced at me sideways, but did not speak.

I picked up the black copper lid on the floor, put the box back on, and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't have been here for more than two hours, right?" ”

When I spoke, I deliberately did not focus on the captive's face, but every detail of his face did not escape the observation of the ghost's eyes.

As soon as these words came out, a trace of panic immediately appeared on his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

The reason why I don't look at you is because I want to panic for that moment, if I keep staring at you, your heartstrings will be tense all the time, and the expression on your face may not be revealing.

I raised my head and stared at the other party's face for a long time before I said to Lao Zuo: "It seems that the practicality is indeed very hasty, otherwise you can't send such a product to hinder us." ”

Lao Zuo nodded: "It seems that Senior Brother and they are already cleaning up the eyeliner around Shijia Old Village." ”

The panicked expression just now shows that I guessed right, this guy has indeed just arrived here. In fact, it is easy to conclude that he is not from the old village of the Shijia family, and the head of the village does not dare to stay in the cornfield at all, but he dares to summon the fog alone to obstruct us, and this look is not to know the horror of this cornfield.

And practical can find such a lowly cultivator to hinder us, first, it shows that practical is indeed unavailable, and secondly, it also shows that practical only learned the news of Yu Rong's killing not long ago, so he can only respond on the spot and deal with it in a hurry.

With a practical temperament, a few good hands will inevitably be arranged around Shijia Old Village to see the movements inside and outside the village, I estimate that the last time Jin Xiangqian encountered them was not from Shijia Village, but a practical secret post here.

Now that he is unavailable, it just proves that Zhuang Youxue has begun to clean up the eyeliner around Shijia Old Village, and he can actually hear the wind and let the dark post withdraw in advance.

In order to prevent the secret sentinels from being spied on, they will turn off their phones 100% of the time, or simply throw away their phones.

As a result, communication between him and the Sentry is broken.

The people who can be used can't be contacted, and the people who can be contacted are not useful.

But it was what we wanted.

If I'm not mistaken, before this guy came to the old village, he must have told him not to reveal his whereabouts, just drag us and wait for others to come back for reinforcements, but this guy doesn't know whether he is inviting merit or underestimating the enemy, so he ran so close to us and let Wu Xiangsong see that he picked up a credit.

Alas, we have been fighting against practicality for so long, thanks to Wu Lin's blessing, we finally have a head start.

It's not easy, it's really not easy.

Lao Zuo raised his chin at the captive: "What to do with him?" ”

I pondered for a moment, shook my head, and said, "Since Practical Dare to send this guy, then he will definitely not betray Practical Use, no matter how you try and how to scare him, it's useless." Tie it up and throw it aside, we still have business to do. ”

As soon as the words fell, Wu Xiangsong immediately took out ropes and clothes, tied the prisoner firmly, and gagged his mouth firmly.

Gagged him not because he was afraid of him yelling, but mainly because he was afraid that he would bite his tongue.

Considering that practical reinforcements would arrive soon, Lao Zuo and I did not dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly picked up the shovel and quickly dug up a burial grave.

Half a meter deep under the grave, a coffin board was exposed.

It is an ordinary wooden coffin, and it will never be produced for more than five years.

Lao Zuo swept away the soil on the coffin lid with a shovel, and saw that the center of the coffin lid made of wood was carved with nine snake patterns coiled together, but due to the rough craftsmanship of the carver, the nine dragons were very ugly.

Seriously, to describe them with the word "ugly" is to praise them, it should be said that the appearance of these nine snakes looks particularly "stupid", fat-headed, stupid and stupid, and not as good as the stick figures drawn by elementary school students.

Seeing the lines on the coffin, Lao Zuo's face began to be blue and purple for a while, and his expression was like being constipated for half a month.

I asked Lao Zuo: "Have you seen these coffins?" ”

Lao Zuo said sullenly: "This Nine Dragons pressed coffin, I made it when I was a sophomore." ”

After finishing, he quickly added: "The Nine Dragons coffin seal I engrave now is much better looking than it was then." ”

I was stunned, "Are you sure it's a dragon?" What about the horns? ”

"When I was in a hurry, I forgot to engrave the horn. The beauty and ugliness of the coffin seal have never been so important, as long as the direction of the lines is right, it can suppress evil spirits. As he spoke, Lao Zuo casually found a reason and changed the subject: "If I'm not mistaken, this batch of coffins was ordered by Luofu Mountain when they asked me, and at that time they ordered a total of ninety-nine dragon coffins, which just corresponded to the number of graves." ”

Shouzheng is good at making coffins, this thing is not a secret in the industry, and the coffins sold from Lao Zuo every year are not less than double digits, but ninety-nine coffins are ordered at one time, this number is really a bit scary, no wonder Lao Zuo remembers it so clearly.

(End of chapter)