The lark entered the coffin and was loaded on the cart and kept holding his breath and concentrating. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Along the way, he barely heard a word, but after entering the desert, he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from afar, and then he felt the breath in front of him, and the sound of blunt objects entering the flesh came into his ears, and the carriage slowly moved forward, and a dull sound came into his ears, and the bloody breath followed, and he was shocked to realize that there was a master outside the coffin that could not be ignored, and he was more cautious at the moment.

However, nothing happened along the way, except that a few waves of horse bandits bumped into the Holy Fire Sect disciples and were easily dealt with by them, and the aura of the person with extremely high cultivation suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The disciples of the Holy Fire Sect walked from Loulan to Shacheng for four days, and during these four days, the lark stayed motionless in the coffin, did not eat a little, and did not drink a sip of water.

On the night of the fourth day, he smelled a faint corpse breath, and his heart suddenly moved, knowing that he might have arrived at the territory of the Holy Fire Sect, he immediately cheered up.

The big wheel axle turned, and the sound of squeaking and creaking came into my ears, and the disciples of the Holy Fire Sect seemed to be driving uphill, and the donkey cart was a little difficult.

When the squeaking sound disappeared, an eerie, cold breath came to his bones, like maggots of tarsal bones penetrating into his skin little by little, and he only felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and at the same time a sense of déjà vu rose in his heart.

There was darkness all around, and there were no fingers to be seen, and the familiar yin and evil qi was getting heavier and heavier.

"Hiss",

A slight sound came from beneath itself, as if something was wriggling.

It was the soul lock, he frowned, although the coffin was pitch black, he could feel that it was the soul lock moving, they throbbed like living creatures.

When he thought of the soul lock, his heart shook at the same time, not good, this is the breath of the Yin and Yang cult.

When he rushed to the mountains and forests outside the cave in the Seven Kingdoms that day, it was the time when Wei Qinghong was resurrected, and the evil power of the Yin and Yang cult was at its peak, and he had a deep memory of that yin qi, but the gloomy evil qi outside his body at this time was quite different from that day, so he couldn't remember it immediately.

Before he could think about it, he suddenly felt a cold arm, and the soul lock actually climbed onto his wrist, and as soon as the thin ink line touched his skin, the aura on his body suddenly moved, converging into a stream and flowing away into the ink line, and the soul was also shaken, and there were signs of dispersion.

"Peng",

The lark was frightened in his heart, and he slammed his backhand on the coffin lid, and with a loud bang, the coffin exploded, and he turned over and flew out, followed by the ink lines.

"Roar",

The wind whistled, and when it came to his ears, it seemed to be the roar of a demon, and then he saw that the place where he was gray, and the wind was howling, and the coffins were neatly placed on the ground, and every dozen coffins were either surrounded by a square or a circle, and hundreds of coffins were arranged in a very peculiar shape;

Threads of ink spread out of the coffin, wisps stretching towards the stone chamber behind.

The whole ground has turned black.

There was a mist in front of him, and the yin and evil aura formed four walls to enclose hundreds of coffins in it, and there were three vague figures outside the thick spiritual bib.

He vaguely saw a person dressed in a flower robe, and the two people facing him, one wearing a white monk's robe, and the other looking like a middle-aged scribe, the three of them stood there quietly, but everyone could see the tense atmosphere between them.

"Master.....",

When he saw the middle-aged scribe, the lark's heart moved, and the word "master" also blurted out.

The middle-aged scribe outside Lingbi also saw him, and looked at the man in a flowered robe standing in front of Lingbi - in fact, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"Mr. Du, I don't think I will embarrass the apprentice with your identity."

The man in the flower robe smiled and said: "Once the Yin and Yang cult opens the formation, it will be closed immediately, and even the main seat will not be able to open the formation before the festival is over."

"If he has the ability to come out, this seat will naturally not stop him",

This man in a flower dress and heavy makeup is Du Hehuan, and no one knows how he faced Shen Shenhe and Ye Baima.

Shen Shen said: "How can this festival be considered the end?",

Du Hehuan smiled faintly and said: "All lives are gone, all souls are scattered, and the sect leader is resurrected",

As he spoke, the lark felt the wind around him getting heavier and heavier, as if a ghost hand was pulling him, and the ink line on his arm had already penetrated into his skin, and no matter how he tried to move his spirit, he couldn't force this soul lock.

And the aura in his body had already flowed down the ink line, and his soul was also showing signs of disintegration, and his resistance became more and more weak.

Hearing Du Hehuan's words, he was shocked again, this yin and yang cult was so domineering that even he was helpless.

Shen Shenhe smiled and said: "Mr. Du, I only have such an apprentice, I will never watch him die here",

Took out a tied straw man from the Qianyuan bag, and pinched out a soul from the sleeve, the soul seemed to have a premonition that something was going to happen, and it let out an exclamation and struggled violently to break free from his palm, Shen Shenhe grabbed a silver needle between his two fingers and stabbed it in the neck, and the soul suddenly howled miserably and stopped moving.

Du Hehuan glanced at him differently, this person followed all the way, and did not show any extraordinary means, looking at his polite appearance, he thought he was a righteous person, but he didn't expect the method to be so evil.

He chuckled and secretly sighed in his palms, as long as this person made the slightest move that was unfavorable to the sect leader, he would not hesitate to make a move.

Shen Shenhe smiled and said, "Mr. Du, don't worry, my stand-in technique won't disturb the resurrection plan of the Wei sect leader."

Saying that, the two fingers of his left hand condensed, and the gloomy evil qi flowed into the soul, melting into the straw man, and the right hand pinched the trick, and there was a spiritual energy like a silk thread probing into the yin and yang cults, silently reciting the law in his mouth, and the evil qi around his body swirled.

Seeing Shen Shenhe casting the spell, the lark felt a little at ease, and let the aura attach to him through the cult, and the soul in his body changed with the aura.

Shen Shenhe's spiritual line breath flowed, and the soul in his hand first slowly shrank, and then slowly expanded, but when it finally took shape, it was no longer the original appearance, but the appearance of a lark, and the body in the Yin Yang Cult had been completely occupied by the soul lock.

The soul of the lark outside the Yin and Yang cult looks unbearable.

Shen Shenhe sighed and said: "Your body has been destroyed, your soul has been damaged, and you need to cultivate for a while for the time being, and in the future, I will try to reshape your body for you."

The lark nodded weakly, and little by little, his soul melted into the straw man.

"Substitution",

Du Hehuan's eyes moved. (To be continued.) )