Zhuang Zhoumeng's consciousness swept away, and he found that Qiusheng had a lot of dead air around his body, of course, this did not mean that Qiusheng was old and almost dead, but that there was something with a lot of dead air on his body that was close to Qiusheng. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's the female ghost Xiaoyu, Zhuang Zhoumeng doesn't need to think about it, he knows it.

"Qiusheng, did you encounter anything strange yesterday?"

"Weird things, no!"

"Well, your master is not at home now, he should go to the acupoint," Anyway, he won't have any big problems, and Zhuang Zhoumeng won't be nosy.

"Goodbye, sir." Qiusheng said that, and wanted to pedal the car and start leaving, "By the way, Qiusheng, do you know where there is a mass grave?"

"You know," "Where," "Over there, about ten miles after leaving the town, and then walking east for a while, you will see a small grove, where it is." ”

"The grove?" "Yes, it was just a mass grave, but I don't know when, it was full of trees, eerie, very scary. ”

"Alright, you can go back." Zhuang Zhoumeng said thoughtfully, "Well, but I can tell you, my master said," Qiusheng said this, and looked at each other, put his hand to his mouth and said lightly, "It's not clean over there." ”

"Don't worry, I'm not going over there, and besides, I'm not without self-preservation." "Oh, goodbye Mr. Zhuang."

After Zhuang Zhoumeng watched Qiusheng go away, he set off according to the route Qiusheng said.

Quack, quack, quack, quack

The sound of crows sounded one after another, adding to the horror of this lonely grove.

Squeak, Zhuang Zhoumeng stepped on a branch, the branch broke, making a sound, Zhuang Zhoumeng walked slowly, as if he didn't care about this terrifying atmosphere at all.

"It seems that there are really ghosts here," Zhuang Zhoumeng looked around as he walked, Zhuang Zhoumeng came here to be a person not only to see a ghost that he had never seen before, but to kill a knife, Zhuang Zhoumeng tried the power of the "Dream Like a Knife" move.

After all, in a world where ghosts are rampant, if suddenly that ghost has a convulsion and suddenly wants to attack the town, and his Dao method is useless against ghosts, or the power is very small, then Zhuang Zhoumeng can only escape.

Zhuang Zhoumeng's soul swept away, and found a place with a very heavy evil spirit, which means that the ghost must have killed someone, so Zhuang Zhoumeng has no scruples.

Zhuang Zhoumeng lifted his body lightly, came to the tree with a jump, and then began to jump between the trees, the speed was okay, but Zhuang Zhoumeng was very dissatisfied.

After all, a Zhuang Zhoumeng, as a foundation building master, if there is a magic weapon, flying is a trivial matter, not to mention beheading people several miles away.

However, due to the fact that the sect has not really started to distribute contribution point tasks now, Zhuang Zhoumeng has no contribution points to buy weapons from the sect at all, and the only contribution point is obtained through Zhuge Liang's natal task, but seeing that the sect gives him so few contribution points, Zhuge Liang is afraid that even if he completes the task in the end, the reward points he gets are hundreds of contribution points, and he will not even get a thousand.

The sun's rays have begun to shine on the earth, and Zhuang Zhoumeng knows that the sun is extremely destructive to ghosts, so just in case, Zhuang Zhoumeng will pick up the present.

"The cave in the ground, moreover, it's so heavy yin," Zhuang Zhoumeng looked at the hole in front of him and said, knowing that the ghost's lair would not be so simple, but he didn't think it was actually a cave, the cave is generally a small space, not to mention whether Zhuang Zhoumeng can exert his full strength in a short distance, just the space will give people a sense of oppression.

"It's just a little ghost, it's really not good, I'll be back in the sect in an instant." Zhuang Zhoumeng cheered himself up, brushed aside the withered grass on the side, and walked in.

Tread, tread, tread, tread.

As soon as Zhuang Zhoumeng walked into the cave, the cave was full of the sound of his footsteps echoing, "It's moving, it's found me when you see it," Zhuang Zhoumeng analyzed, this is the gap, the enemy hasn't moved much, Zhuang Zhoumeng knows that the other party is going there.

The ghost slowly approached, and finally lurked, thinking that he wanted to wait for the rabbit, Zhuang Zhoumeng hesitated, but continued to walk inside, and walked to a place close to the ghost.

Suddenly, a withered, thin, and carrion hand grabbed Zhuang Zhoumeng, Zhuang Zhoumeng's spirit was already highly concentrated, so when the ghost attacked, he subconsciously slashed the dream that had been prepared long ago like a knife.

But Zhuang Zhoumeng's spirit is also too concentrated, so his move is basically to attack with the ghost.

Zhuang Zhoumeng flipped everything, and a misty light knife appeared, slashing at the ugly ghost claws.

Dream like a knife is Zhuang Zhoumeng's choice of the Dao method for a long time, because of time, Zhuang Zhoumeng could not have too much time to cultivate the Dao, so Zhuang Zhoumeng chose this Dao method that can attack the soul and the body, and can deal with many problems.

"Ah, ah, ah" A piercing voice sounded, it turned out that Zhuang Zhoumeng's knife directly cut off this ghost's arm, "It's a pity" Zhuang Zhoumeng showed a look of pity on his face.

Originally, this knife could directly cut off the ghost, but because of Zhuang Zhoumeng's lack of experience, this knife appeared too quickly, so the ghost was alert, and in the end, the strong man broke his wrist, dropped his arm and fled.

However, Zhuang Zhoumeng also had a general understanding of this move, although the power of the ghost just now was not strong, so he was about to touch the appearance of three or four layers of qi training.

In fact, if Zhuang Zhou dreamed just now, he could even directly use his dream power to crush that soul.

"It's still not good, if you don't say anything else, just my mind is in my body, and all the ghosts and monsters that are lower than my cultivation can't escape at all, and they can't achieve the purpose of training at all."

"Okay," Zhuang Zhoumeng finally decided to temporarily seal his cultivation first, seal his palm, and make a little bit of his body, Zhuang Zhoumeng felt that his strength was still acceptable, and he couldn't feel it.

But the power of divine consciousness is still there, this can't be sealed, once this is sealed, Zhuang Zhoumeng can't find ghosts.

"Well, what's that!" Zhuang Zhoumeng suddenly wondered, his whole body was violently forced, his hands were sealed again, touched, a voice sounded, and Zhuang Zhoumeng unlocked his seal.

The divine sense increased to the maximum, and began to scan the surrounding situation inch by inch, and after a long time, Zhuang Zhoumeng's face began to faintly sweat, but the situation fed back to Zhuang Zhoumeng by the divine consciousness was still normal.

"Whew," Zhuang Zhoumeng retracted his senses.

"Maybe it's my delusion!" At the moment when Zhuang Zhoumeng sealed his cultivation just now, he felt a very dark force here.

But Zhuang Zhoumeng swept it again with his divine sense, but there was still nothing, so he had no choice but to leave.