Song Ziyang, who killed people without blinking, was a little red-faced at the moment.

Because he directly used the alchemy technique to read Zhang Kaitai's memory, the pictures presented by the Yin-Yang Mirror are Zhang Kaitai's most real experience, and those blood-pumping pictures brought a great visual impact to Song Ziyang.

At the same time, he also has enough understanding of this Cui Weiju.

This Cuiweiju is a green building, but it is not an ordinary green building, because the girls in it are all monks who have cultivated themselves, and there are even women who provide yin and yang double cultivation.

According to Zhang Kaitai's memory, the taste is very ecstatic.

Of course, the price is also very eccentric.

With Zhang Kaitai's strength and status, he can't afford to go to such a place at all, so he follows Zhang Jinsu to play every time, and helps the other party deal with some things that are inconvenient to come forward by the way.

According to Zhang Kaitai's memory, Zhang Jinsu had two fixed double cultivation concubines in it, and they would go over once a week on the weekend, and the three of them practiced the art of double cultivation......

The names and appearances of the two people, Zhang Kaitai also remembers clearly, one is called Quan Xiuzhu, the other is called Su Jasmine, both are Tibetan Sea Sevenfold, the appearance of the two is revealed on the yin and yang mirror, bold and exposed, charming and enchanting, through the mirror, the whole body exudes a mature charm.

Call......

Almost.

Song Ziyang breathed a long sigh of relief, withdrew his mind from the vast memory, his face was slightly pale, and his face was full of exhaustion.

Even with the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror, he also had a great burden when he performed soul alchemy, and his body had reached its limit and could no longer support it.

The power of yin and yang that had just recovered in the body was consumed again, and coupled with the previous battle, the mind was even more tired.

But fortunately, I have already got the information I wanted.

And the soul of Zhang Kaitai who was forcibly detained was finally overwhelmed and completely dissipated.

The soul is scattered, and the possibility of reincarnation is cut off!

This is also something that can't be helped, his divine soul has already been hit hard, how can he withstand the impact of soul alchemy?

"Cui Weiju, Quan Xiuzhu, Su Jasmine, double cultivation...... Huh!"

Song Ziyang sneered, glanced at this messy battlefield, endured the exhaustion of his body and soul, and forcibly supported himself to perform the Yin-Yang Technique, and with the assistance of the Yin-Yang Mirror, he interfered with the heavenly opportunities of this side.

Then, he took off the storage bag from these people, and before he had time to look at it, he waved his hand and released a first-level flame spirit rune, gathering the bodies of these people and burning them to ashes before turning around and leaving.

He quietly hid his figure, dodged the spies who were watching him, and returned to his room in the inn without a sound.

The warning circles arranged in the room are all intact, proving that no one has come.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and directly released the space to the treasure Su curtain, and after getting in, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Normally, after the monk reaches the second realm, the spirit communicates with heaven and earth, the exercises can operate on their own, and the life level is jumped, so there is almost no need to sleep, but in the first realm, sleep is still the best means to relieve and restore the spirit.

He slept for seven hours, and when he opened his eyes, it was almost noon.

He first probed outside the Su curtain and found that there was nothing abnormal, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, took the elixir, and began to meditate to restore the power of yin and yang.

At the same time, he also began to reflect.

This battle is like an imprint, clearly visible in my mind.

He thought back to every detail over and over again, reviewing his mistakes, and thinking about how he would fight if he had to do it all over again......

The accumulation of combat experience is increased in such life-and-death battles.

The edge of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

No matter how strong the strength is, if it has not been tempered enough to fight between life and death, it is only on paper after all, and it is very likely that he will be killed by a weak monk in a real battle of life and death.

The next few days were quiet.

Song Ziyang hid in his room during the day to do penance, and then quietly went to explore around Cuiweiju at night, but he didn't find any trace of Zhang Jinsu.

He had no intention of entering Cuiwei's house to investigate, because it was too dangerous.

According to Zhang Kaitai's memory, there were at least five monks who moved mountains in this Cuiwei Residence, which was almost the same as a small sect.

He had also hesitated to go in directly, disguised as a monk who had gone to find fun, but when he thought of those bloody pictures, he couldn't help but flinch!

..................

There is a dense forest in the east of Zecheng, and this dense forest is shrouded in fog all day long, and it is impossible to see anything clearly from the outside and from the inside.

All those who strayed into it will eventually walk out of the same way in a daze, which is extremely mysterious.

There were also ordinary Yin-Yang Warlocks who wanted to go in and explore, but all those who went in did not come out again and disappeared without a trace.

Over time, there were basically no ordinary people coming here anymore.

But in the depths of this dense forest, there is a very luxurious courtyard, pavilions, pavilions, dance pavilions, and singing platforms, and a long corridor made of golden glazed tiles winds in it, like a dragon vein of the earth.

In an attic deep in the courtyard, three people sit on the floor.

Two of them are Zhang Yang and Du Laosan, who once appeared in Song Ziyang's residence in Caocheng.

In the center of the three of them, there was a huge dome of black smoke rising from it.

Below the giant tripod, there was obviously no flame burning, but in the giant tripod, there was a vat of boiling water, tumbling and bubbling.

It's just that the color of the water is as black as ink, and I don't know what is placed, and black smoke billows up, but it does not disperse, but spins and rises, as straight as the lonely smoke of the desert.

In the boiling water, which is as black as ink, there are bursts of sorrow from time to time, and the water surface keeps conjuring up one human face after another, the face is distorted, the mouth is wide open, there are no eyeballs in the eyes, a hollow, but two lines of blood and tears can be faintly seen, like a cry and a wail, making this space full of endless horror.

"This is the last soul jade plate, if we can't deduce the whereabouts of the remnants of the Nine Palace Sect, we can only wait for him to take the initiative to appear!"

It was a third person besides Zhang Yang and Du Laosan who spoke.

This is an old man with white hair, a withered face, like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, his arms are as dry as dead branches in winter, and the ten fingers of his hands are as black as ink, and the color is the same as the boiling water in this giant ding.

In his hand, he was holding a broken purple jade plaque, which was exactly the same as what Zhang Yang and Du Laosan had taken out.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the sound of flesh and blood being ground by stone, which made people feel an indescribable uncomfortable feeling.

Zhang Yang and Du Laosan glanced at each other, nodded silently, and said respectfully: "Steward Zhuang, please cast a spell." ”

The old man who called the steward of Zhuang rubbed his hands, and the broken purple jade plate instantly turned into crystal purple powder, and as he played a series of magic decisions with both hands, the purple powder fell into the giant ding.

In an instant, the black water, which was already boiling, began to rise one after another, and the black smoke that came out became even thicker.

Vaguely, the figure of the poison doctor Zhang He actually appeared in the black fog.

"The soul returns to the secluded capital, the sunset is in the vicissitudes of life, the flowing water is forgetful, and the avenue is left to me alone!"

Steward Zhuang's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Show up!"

Near Zhang He's figure transformed by the black mist, a young man's figure appeared in an instant, but his facial features were extremely blurry, and he couldn't see the real appearance at all.

"Whew!"

He spurted out a mouthful of blood and landed on the young man, and at the same time he screamed.

Suddenly, the figure of this young man became clear, suave, handsome to the extreme, and it looked like Song Ziyang's real appearance!

At the moment when Song Ziyang's appearance appeared, this black mist suddenly conjured up lines and spread around, as if he was looking for something.

Zhang Yang and Du Laosan's eyes lit up together, and they glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of joy in each other's eyes.

"The causal line is revealed, this kid has no escape!" Du Laosan's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were upside down, cold as a poisonous snake, and he said with a strange smile.

But as soon as his words fell, the lines of the Dao that had been transformed by the black mist suddenly stopped, and then began to break inch by inch.

Finally, there is the illusion of Song Ziyang and the poison doctor Zhang He, which collapses.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Steward Zhuang staggered back a few steps, coughing loudly, coughing heartbreakingly, and his originally withered face turned red.

Burst!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his expression softened a lot.

After the blood fell to the ground, Zhang Yang and Du Laosan saw at the same time that there was a broken organ fragment in the blood, which was covered with black hair......

The two turned a blind eye to this, as if they had known it for a long time, but they just looked at each other in shock, and muttered in unison:

"Failed again!"

Call...... Call......

Steward Zhuang gasped violently for a moment, and then he was a little tired, and said in a hoarse voice: "This remnant of the Nine Palace Sect has a powerful treasure that covers the heavens and cuts off cause and effect, and the eye of the night demon follows the line of cause and effect, and no trace of him can be found!"

"This kid can't be dead, right?"

Du Laosan said with a hint of suspicion on his face, "I mobilized all the secret guards and searched the entire Qingzhou, but I didn't find a trace of this kid, as if the world had evaporated, how could he, a teenager, escape our crazy pursuit?"

"And as far as I know, the people of the Yin Fu Sect Qiu family, because of that space treasure, are also looking for him like crazy, but there is still no clue. ”

"You say, is that kid dead, dead in some Jedi that separates heaven from cause and effect, so that we can't find him?"

Steward Zhuang and Zhang Yang frowned in unison.

"I have to say that there is indeed this possibility, but this possibility is too small. ”

Steward Zhuang said slowly with a solemn expression, "The old man always feels that this kid is not dead, and one day in the future, he may come out and give us a big surprise......

When Du Laosan and Zhang Yang heard this, they were all stunned, looked at each other, and did not speak.

There was silence in the attic, and there were faint screams of sorrow in the pitch-black boiling water in the giant ding.