Before, it was hidden between the green mountains and green waters, the mountains and mulberry barriers, it was difficult to find, and now, the old site of the Taiquan Sect has become a ruin, looking at the depths in the distance, the black smoke is misty, and a huge mound gradually appears, like a very huge divine turtle, creeping on a corner of the edge of the outside of the barren mountains and five mountains. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The cultivation of the two is no longer what they used to be, and Cheng Jun quickly recognized that it was a huge tomb that he had explored when he ran away last time - Qingqiu Demon Tomb;

"Although it is at least a few hundred miles away from the barren mountains and mountains, it is undoubtedly very dangerous to enter the depths of the ruins. What do these people want to do when they come here in danger? People die for money, birds die for food, no wonder there are unworldly things hidden under the demon mound?"

Thinking of this, Cheng Jun glanced at Huachen, "Let's go, let's go over and have a look!"

The two of them continued to walk towards the ruins of Taiquan, both wanting to find out.

The deepest part of the ruins is the Barren Mountain and Five Ridges, which is a forbidden area for life, and it is impossible for the children of the major families to take such a big risk; although the Qingqiu Demon Tomb is close to the Barren Mountains and Five Mountains, on the other side of the depths of the ruins, as long as you do not enter the area of the Barren Mountains and Five Mountains, it should be considered safe. But something striking must have happened there.

Moving the earth, mountains and rivers, the Longquan formation drained the aura of the Taiquan Sect, all the spiritual springs dried up, the trees withered and broken, the flowers and plants turned into ashes, the houses collapsed into dust, and the ruins of the Taiquan Sect seemed to be burned by fire.

It was nearly dusk, and it was quickly darkening.

The wilderness was quiet, and soon they heard the sound of Si Xi Suosuo, and among the ruined cornerstones, rubble, and dead grass, something seemed to be moving, and the two of them suddenly tightened their hearts, stopped, and did not dare to come out, and looked around.

The Longquan formation was activated, and it was likely that a small number of fierce birds and brute beasts did not escape. In several places, they saw fierce creatures no worse than the old snake, and in the hiding hole, they seemed to be extremely uneasy, and even trembling.

"Puff, puff......"

At this moment, somewhere in the depths, suddenly an extremely heavy voice sounded, echoing through the wilderness, causing the earth to shake.

Cheng Jun and Hua Chen's whole body trembled, and the sound seemed to hit their hearts, and the pain was unbearable.

The cultivation of the painting dust is profound, almost not weaker than the elder of Quanlin, and the physique of Cheng Jun is also different from ordinary people. Hearing this voice, both of them actually staggered a few steps before standing firmly, their faces quickly turned pale, and they were uneasy for a while.

"This ......" Huachen pointed to the rosary and recited a few Buddhist words to calm himself down.

"What kind of strange sound?" Cheng Jun frowned, reciting the pure secret in his heart to resist the panic and uneasiness from his heart.

The two of them also felt at the same time that a very majestic terrifying aura was recovering, and a demonic aura like a flood came from the depths of the ruins.

There was a strange atmosphere in the night, black fog shrouded, and there were vague shadows floating around, and there were more shadows around......

"Demonic?" Cheng Jun looked at Huachen with palpitations.

"It's really like a great demonic aura...... "Huachen nodded, looked up from afar, his eyes flowed, and a light in his eyes swept away like a moonlight, and he suddenly took a few steps back in shock, and said solemnly: "It seems to be a kind of powerful creature, dormant and sleeping for endless years, slowly waking up, trying to be reborn ......"

Hearing this painting dust, Cheng Jun thought a lot, and said in surprise: "Could it be that its heartbeat?"

"It's not impossible!" Hua Chen frowned slightly, and his tone changed, "Could it be the legendary Emperor Blood Demon Source?"

"What?" Cheng Jun was taken aback, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Emperor Blood Demon Source?"

"This is a special kind of existence in the demon world......"

A gust of wind swept by, and before the painting dust could finish speaking, he was suddenly hit by an inexplicable force on his body, plopped, and fell into the darkness.

The gloomy aura was pervasive, and when both of them looked back, their cold hairs suddenly stood on end, and they quickly retreated more than a dozen steps.

A cold corpse fell silently in front of him, covered in skin and bones, like dry wood. Just now, it was a lifeless corpse that knocked down the painting dust.

"Where did the dried corpse come from?" Cheng Jun was a little furious.

Huachen was shocked, after all, being knocked down by a corpse would make it uncomfortable for anyone.

The night was dark, and neither of them could see how the corpse appeared, only felt that a gust of wind seemed to come from the ground.

The sky was getting darker and darker, the stars and moon were dark, and the surroundings were pitch black, and layers of dark fog were shrouded.

After all, the two of them are monks, it is impossible to be frightened by a dry corpse, and they look intently, this ruin is extremely empty and dry, except for the rubble and stone nitrate on the ground, there is nothing, the grass and trees are not growing, bare, barren land, and bursts of yin qi have never dispersed, as if they have existed for endless years, which makes people feel uneasy and is suppressed by a kind of suppression.

"Is there really something unclean here?" Cheng Jun felt cold all over his body, and said in shock: "It's so gloomy, it's obviously much colder than the outside world!"

Painting dust: "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's get out of here quickly!"

As soon as the two of them left, the painting dust was hit by a dry corpse again.

Even he couldn't be calm, "What kind of place is this?

"Haha~" Looking at the always calm and embarrassed appearance, Cheng Jun couldn't help but smile, but unfortunately, three dried corpses rushed at the same time, and a huge force directly knocked Cheng Jun out and smashed to the ground.

With a gray face, more embarrassed than painting dust, he got up and scolded: ", what a ghost place where birds don't, so evil!"

The two of them were cold all over, goosebumps on their bodies layer after layer, and they glanced around, their eyes stopped on a few corpses, and they always felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, suddenly, several dried corpses seemed to move, and the skulls broke open, and a white flying insect flew out of the shell of each dried corpse.

Cheng Jun looked at it, and suddenly his cold hair stood on end, and subconsciously, he immediately remembered the situation of three floating corpses of white moth planthoppers when he was in Yidu Niujiao Village.

And he called out, "What? planthopper moth?"

The fierce white moth that broke out of the skeleton was as fast as lightning and struck the two of them.

Feeling a sinister aura, at the moment of Cheng Jun's reaction, Huachen had already shot in advance, and several prayer beads popped out, and the fierce corpse insects were killed in an instant and fell to the ground, while the dried corpse and the clothes on its body on the ground turned into powder when they were lightly touched, and they dispersed with the wind, and they didn't know how many years they had existed.

"This?" Cheng Jun was shocked and walked towards the dead insect that fell to the ground, "Could it be a flying corpse white moth?"

"Be careful, don't get closer, they're not dead!"

Contemplating to visit, Cheng Jun looked forward and saw that although his corpse insects were all smashed into dust, the scattered white dust began to wriggle slightly, and a miserable white dead ash light shone in the darkness.

"This?" Cheng Jun was so shocked that he took a few steps back, "Is it a Wudao cup fan?"

"That's right, it must be the demon moth that was put down by the witchcraft?" Huachen held his staff and shot out several Buddha lights, swept out a real fire, and completely refined those corpse insects into nothingness.

"Demon moth, so the black witch and the strong man haven't retreated?" Cheng Jun's face was solemn, and he glanced around, both of them were like great enemies.

Huachen held a staff in one hand, pinched a rosary in one finger, and was also wary of others' attacks, and lowered his eyebrows and said in thought, "Perhaps, it's not the previous Southern Wilderness Black Witch?"

The surroundings were quiet, and no other visitors were found.

"Could it be that there are other sects that practice this kind of witchcraft?" Cheng Jun frowned, and Si Liang didn't dare to let down his guard.