At the beginning, except for the Dharma masters, it was purely luck to travel in the sowing secrets, and they didn't know which crack or canyon they would encounter, and they didn't know how to get out, and they didn't know how to get out at all.

But later, after the guidance of the Fa Gaoren, everyone found that the time and route of the daily Yin soldier patrol were fixed, it must be in the early hours of the morning, it must be straight from east to west, and no one has ever seen them return!

This seems to provide evidence for digging through the cracks of the Nine Shadows at the beginning, and the Yin soldiers went all the way to the west, entered the gaps, and came out from the gaps at the other end, and the cycle continued.

Meng Qi clenched the hilt of the sword in his right hand, beware of the sudden attack of the murderer on the outside, and his mind was calm, and his spirit was restrained, ensuring that he was walking in a straight line.

The flowing fire was hidden in the scabbard, and it did not emit any heat, but Meng Qi clearly knew that it was now like an invisible sun, with high temperature adduction, and the flames turned into sword blades, if the power was fully opened, it even had the power to melt gold and stone!

After absorbing the blood will of Ze Luoju, the flowing fire is getting closer and closer to the top grade, and it seems that it has reached the juncture of breakthrough, although the good deeds will not increase too much, but the quality is about to have a leap!

The red mist was cold and damp, covering his body, like a rain-soaked cloth, Meng Qi followed suit, silently counting the time, and after about half an hour, he deliberately kicked a piece of gravel.

The gravel rolled forward, and soon there was a non-stop crashing sound, smaller and deeper, indicating a canyon or crevice ahead.

The sound of falling stones echoed in a curling voice, gradually becoming silent, and there was no feeling of falling to the bottom, and Meng Qi spontaneously had a picture in his heart: a bottomless gap ran through the north and south, and the red mist was like blood, filling it.

Meng Qi slowed down, walked some distance, and finally saw this gap.

It can no longer be called a gap, but a canyon dozens of feet wide, with clouds and fog on the opposite side. Bright red like water, only a little protruding rocks can be vaguely seen, and when the eyes go down, it is even more static and deep, the red mist seems to be solidified, and from time to time there is a flash of light, and the strong aura is faintly revealed.

Meng Qi turned to his right hand and went south along the first canyon he encountered into Bomi.

There was no grass above the canyon, and the rocks seemed to be soaked in blood, stepping on them. There is a sense of coldness and loneliness.

After another half an hour of walking, Meng Qi saw a tall tree in his sight, its roots spreading in the cracks of the canyon rocks, its branches withered and yellow, hollow and rotten, but strangely containing a trace of vitality.

After seeing this big tree, Meng Qi let out a sigh and took a step in the direction of the canyon, stepping into the void. Descend slowly.

About a hundred feet later, Meng Qi found a hidden cave directly under the big tree, suppressed the sound, and turned into a long arrow and "thrown" it:

"Thrushcross Lodge. ”

There was silence inside for a while. An old hoarse voice came: "Come in." ”

The cave was very deep, with many branches, but near the entrance of the cave was an old man in a black robe, with white eyebrows and beards. Triangular eyes, beckoning ears, criss-crossed wrinkles. I don't know if it's because I've been in the secret for a long time, and my breath is cold and dead.

He glanced up at Meng Qi: "Ye Yuqi didn't come by himself?"

He paused, and suddenly frowned: "When did Thrush Villa have such a young appearance?"

In his senses, Meng Qi's aura was vigorous, like the rising sun, both powerful and full of vitality, although he could not judge the exact age, but he could know that he was not very old, when he was under thirty.

Although after the unity of heaven and man, the qi and blood are stable, the physical body is difficult to decay, only the appearance changes, and the corpse can be preserved for a long time after death, but the original spirit will age, will decay, the chance of life will fade, and the death qi will be strong, so that you can get an approximate age, unless the Dharma body, decay before death.

Meng Qi landed on the edge of the cave and said coldly, "You have been here for too long. ”

There was no common name to report the surname, and there was no explanation, Meng Qi had an extra token in his hand, which was pale green in color and carved with a thrush.

The black-robed old man looked at Meng Qi fixedly, and only after a long time did he sigh: "When the back waves of the great river push the front waves, a generation of newcomers is better than the old ones, and the old man is sympathetic to heaven and man when he is thirty years old." ”

"I don't know where Yang Zhenchan is now?" Meng Qi said darkly.

If you want to find someone in the broadcast, you can only rely on the location murderer who has been in the interior for a long time to meet by chance, Thrush Villa After many years, he found this strong man who was willing to cooperate, and in early autumn, he sent back a message, saying that he had a harvest.

Originally, Doumu Yuanjun planned to do it himself, but when Meng Qi applied for the assessment, he simply handed it over to him.

The black-robed old man said with a smile: "The old man heard a fellow Taoist mention that he had met Yang Zhenchan twice in the depths of the third and fourth canyons to the east, he was collecting Yin Yin Bead Grass and Blood Soul Ginseng, and it seemed that he was planning to open the furnace for alchemy to make up for the hidden dangers in his body, hehe, they were equal in strength, and they didn't fight." ”

"Is there any further news?" Meng Qi asked, relying on this alone to track Yang Zhenchan, maybe he had already picked enough spirit grass, or maybe he had gone elsewhere.

The black-robed old man shook his head: "The people who are hiding in the broadcast are very careful, and they will not reveal their hiding place when they are idle, maybe the fellow will meet him later, but the old man doesn't know, you can ask him." ”

"I don't know where to find him?" Meng Qi knew how to find Yang Zhenchan in the most difficult part of this matter, so he was not in a hurry or impatient, and his mood was calm.

The black-robed old man pointed to the top of his head: "Calculate the time, today is the time of the mutual market, you go west from the big tree, about a thousand steps later, you will see a blood-colored boulder, no accident, he will appear there, when the mutual market is over, you shake your voice, shout 'gatekeeper', he will know to stay and look for you." ”

"Gatekeeper......" Meng Qi repeated these three words in a low voice, vaguely feeling a little weird, "This fellow is nicknamed 'Gatekeeper'?"

The black-robed old man said with a smile: "He had a prominent nickname before hiding in the broadcast, called 'Seven Yao Evil Gods'. ”

"Seven Yao Evil Gods?" Meng Qi was silent on the surface, but he was slightly shocked in his heart.

That's a real reputation!

Qiyao Evil God was originally a master of the Left Dao, and he had killed several top factions on the outside, and he was arrogant, and later offended the Heaven Destroying Gate and the Luo Sect, and became the public enemy of black and white.

In the past, the Qiyao Evil God had already stepped through the first layer of the ladder, but listening to the meaning of the black-robed old man, now it was almost the same as Yang Zhenchan, and it seemed that he had paid some price to get rid of the pursuit at the beginning.

"Well, once proud, it is rampant. Now he is down like a wild dog. The black-robed old man sighed, as if he was feeling like hurting himself, and he was full of hatred and resentment.

Meng Qi bowed his head slightly, and then said in confusion: "Mutual market?

"Hehe, where there are people, there is a mutual market. The black-robed old man wrinkled, "Every exterior scene here doesn't want to stay here forever, naturally they won't give up cultivation and promotion, but the dense environment is special, and the heavenly and earthly treasures that can grow are yin and evil, and they are ghostly." It is bloody, and everyone's exercises are different, some need the Sun God Stone, some need the Soul Crystal, and so on, the sowing of the secret can not be fully satisfied, just by swallowing the vitality of heaven and earth, I am afraid that it will be difficult to enter the realm here. ”

"So, there are people who are good at businessmen who buy similar things. Transported to Bomi, there are mutual markets at the beginning, middle and end of each month under the blood-colored boulders, in exchange for the blood soul ginseng and other specialties collected by us, but also make a lot of money. The old man's word of mouth was sent through them. ”

"It's a long-term matter, and those who are the most vicious can resist the intent to kill. ”

Meng Qi sighed: "I see. ”

As for those who want to enter the broadcast secret and collect it directly, if they don't have the strength to be strong, I'm afraid they will be left here forever by the most vicious people.

After dispelling doubts. Meng Qi turned around, intending to go to the "Seven Yao Evil Gods" first, when he came out of the cave. He remembered something and turned around and asked, "This fellow Daoist, how many supreme masters and grandmasters are there?"

"No more than ten fingers, a strong person of this level, there is a lack of any force, as long as there is incognito, there are more people who are willing to shelter, and the Nine Ways of Evil Demons have never been afraid of hunting and killing. The black-robed old man got up slowly.

Reduced to hiding in the broadcaster, they often offend several major forces, both black and white, so they can't gain a foothold.

Meng Qi stepped up, and suddenly heard the sound of chains mopping the floor, and subconsciously looked back, only to see the black-robed old man disappearing into the depths of the many bifurcated caves, and his ankles were locked with dark and heavy strange iron chains, which extended to the inside that was difficult to see.

"Chained...... The janitor ......" Meng Qi suddenly guessed, the "janitor" was probably this black-robed old man!

What door is he looking at?

Who locked him in the depths of the cave?

Meng Qi didn't want to make a fuss out of the way, so he flew back to the top of the canyon.

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

Under the blood-colored rocks, there is a group of people, they are dressed as sand warriors, but their appearance includes those from the Central Plains and those from the Western Regions.

Feeling the cold evil of the red mist, a young and beautiful girl couldn't help but shudder, and said in a low voice: "Daddy, when will the mutual market start?"

She is covered in a white robe, she can't see her figure, peach blossom eyes, distant mountain eyebrows, and a lively temperament.

"We'll have to wait a while. Obviously let you stay at home, you have to come to see the world!" Her father was in his forties, wearing a black robe and a soft hat, and compared with several younger generations who came to see the world, there was little uneasiness in his eyes, but there was no lack of vigilance.

"How do I know Uncle can't come in!" the girl said aggrievedly.

"There is no shortage of enemies among the people hiding in the broadcast secret, and they are afraid that someone will take advantage of the opportunity of the mutual market to make trouble, so only those who are on the outside are allowed to enter the mutual market. "Her father seems to be one of the leaders of this caravan.

As soon as the words fell, a majestic and powerful aura appeared nearby, like an endless dark swamp.

The person who came walked out of the red mist, glanced at it, took a step back, and hid his figure through the red mist.

"What a terrible breath, stronger than the uncle...... the girl was surprised.

Her father relied on the red mist to block it, lowered his voice, and restrained the sound waves: "This is the 'Yaksha of Seeking Life' that crisscrossed the Hanhai Sea twenty years ago, and at the same time offended the 'Ice and Snow Crazy Knife' and the 'Hanhai Evil Knife' Ze Luoju, and later even alarmed the crying old man, so he hid in Bomi." ”

"Yaksha!" the girl's eyes widened in astonishment.

When she was a child, every time she was disobedient, her family would scare her with the Yaksha, saying that he loved to eat boys and girls the most, and that he had a tongue three feet long, and that he had a black wind and a whining voice.

"It's the old monster,......," she said, stepping down in fear toward her father.

The red mist shook, and another terrifying aura appeared, rolling in pitch black, making people hallucinate and reborn, but soon, this aura also retreated, hiding in the red mist.

"The Demon Lord of the Poisonous Hand slaughtered a city eighteen years ago. The girl's father introduced her again, which was a long insight.

"I know ......" the girl whispered, this terrible thing accompanied her throughout her childhood, every time there was a close friend in the boudoir to describe the matter, everyone scared each other, it turned out that the main lord was here!

Also an old monster!

Suddenly, seven stars rose from the red mist, and the evil was unexpectedly revealed, and it disappeared in an instant.

"Qiyao Evil God, don't you need to be introduced by your father?" the girl's father looked wary.

The girl nodded tremblingly, this is an old monster with a louder reputation than the two just now.

A bit of the broadcast secret location arrived, but it all stopped at the edge of the perceptible red mist, only a voice came out, asking what goods were there this time.

They were not only wary of the caravan men, but also of each other.

The girl's father was about to introduce the natural treasure this time, when he suddenly saw the red mist separate, and a young man in a white robe came out, his facial features were not outstanding, his face was public, his temperament was cold, and he held a long sword.

As soon as this man appeared, a strong aura came out of the red mist, "glancing" at him, bringing the surging fog that frightened the people of the caravan.

"Who is he? and he came here without any recklessness...... "The girl was quite kind-hearted.

As soon as the thought came to her, she suddenly felt that the young man in front of her disappeared, and a round of red sun rose, scorching heat, and the meaning of the sun was like a sword like the sun, dispelling the red mist and shining in all directions!

Seems scarier than all the old monsters that just came!

Hmph! In the cold snort, all those powerful breaths were withdrawn, and the fluctuations of the red mist subsided.

The young man took a step back, also blending into the red mist.

The girl was dumbfounded, and subconsciously thought:

"What a great location powerhouse!

"Another horrible old monster!" (to be continued......)