Soul devouring wood, the wood of yin, legend has it that this thing is extremely evil, and it lives exclusively by devouring remnant souls, so most of the people in the world regard it as an ominous thing, and only a few people know that the so-called soul devouring wood actually has another name - the spirit wood, the spirit is sent to the wood, in order to be reborn, turn evil into demons, and become extraordinary.

Ten Thousand Tombs, the place where the Holy City is in the shadows, looking at the entire Holy City, maybe only this place can find a few spiritual trees, if it weren't for the fact that this thing is too cheap and unpopular, and it can't be found in various auction houses, otherwise Xiao Cong would not want to come to this kind of shabby place.

The sun was booming at noon, although it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, but at this time I felt that the sun's firepower was not reduced, and after walking for such a long time, my scalp was sunburned and painful.

When he first entered this ten thousand graves, he didn't feel anything, the grass and trees were lush and verdant, especially the few maple trees mixed in the forest, the maple leaves were fiery red, and they were as good as blood. In fact, it is said that in this Mid-Autumn Festival, it is normal for the maple leaves to be red, but it is a little surprising that the trees are verdant and dripping, although the dead leaves are not scattered, but it has finally reached the season when the leaves turn yellow, but he was stunned and did not find it, and still walked in the miraculous poetry of this autumn day with ease, like a poet.

The further you go in, the lower the temperature, the scalp that was originally sunburned and painful feels a little tighter at this time, and the scenery in front of you is no longer as poetic as before, the flowers and plants are wilting, listless, strange trees, and the chaotic vines that are wrapped around or hung on the trees are not carefully thought to be ropes used for hanging.

It seems that even the sunshine has become a little trance.

Xiao Cong looked around as he walked, but after walking for so long, he hadn't found the shadow of a spiritual tree.

"Weird, supposedly there should be here. ”

He stopped, thinking to himself.

After walking forward for a while, he still didn't find the shadow of half a spiritual tree, Xiao Cong looked forward, and saw a very simple broken grass house in front of him, and walked to the grass house, but found that the left side of the house was full of spiritual trees, which was obviously deliberately cultivated here.

"Heh, it's really a big world, it's all wonderful, there are still people hiding in the cemetery and secretly planting this thing, tsk, I'll meet him later, and see where he is sacred!"

He pushed the door open and glanced around the room, which had almost nothing but a few broken bowls and a ragged, skinny old man curled up in the corner.

The old man was lying there curled up, face in, Xiao Cong couldn't see his face, and of course he couldn't see the expression on his face, he only felt that the old man's curled posture seemed very painful. He was dressed in white linen clothes full of dirt, it should have been a long time since he had been washed, barefoot, a messy silver hair or tangled on his head or scattered on the ground, in the place where the white linen clothes were not covered, Xiao Cong clearly saw his wrinkled skin and particularly obvious abrupt blood vessels, he breathed heavily, listening to the sound made people feel that he could suffocate to death at any time due to the inability to breathe, the room was filled with an indescribable strange smell, Xiao Cong looked disgusted, and couldn't help but cover his nose with his sleeve.

Coincidentally, the old man woke up quietly. He turned over with difficulty, his chapped lips squirmed slightly, and there were a few hazy sounds of "chirp" in the air, and then Xiao Cong finally saw his appearance clearly—his eyes were closed, his face was distorted, and he seemed to be full of pain even when he slewed, and his face was full of wrinkles, like a piece of white paper that had been crumpled and not completely rolled out.

"Old man, you're alright. ”

He greeted cautiously, looking like a fledgling and honest little monk who still lacked roots.

"Uh-huh........." The old man was angry, and a half-dead moan came from the air.

"Cut!" Xiao Cong sneered, and secretly said with disdain in his heart, "Pretending to be quite similar, a person who can plant a large number of spiritual trees in front of his house, what kind of good person do you think you can be?"

Before the old man's eyes were fully opened, he let out an exclamation, "Ah-" He hid in the northwest corner of the grass hut with exaggerated horror on his face, looked at Xiao Cong tremblingly, and said:

"Who are you, why are you here, what are you going to do!"

Xiao Cong seemed to be taken aback by the old man's actions, his face was innocent, his voice trembled slightly, and said:

"Old man, I don't have any ill intentions, I just came here to look for something, and when I saw that there was a thatched hut here, I broke in rashly, and I didn't know that there were people in it. ”

"You go, you go, I have nothing, old man, there's nothing you're looking for. The old man shouted, dancing with his hands, and his spirits were unusually excited.

"Old man, I don't know if I can borrow a few spirit devouring trees in front of your house, if you agree, the juniors will be grateful, if not, the juniors will leave. ”

As he spoke, Xiao Cong made a gesture to the old man, his demeanor was respectful, and his movements were gentle.

"Those are not mine, if you like it, it's all yours, take it and leave, hurry up!"

"Oh......" Xiao Cong nodded lightly like a fool with a missing string in his brain, "Thank you, senior." ”

"What are you trying to devour spirit wood, this is a bad thing!" the old man asked suddenly.

"The life of the family teacher, the younger generation does not know. ”

"Then what kind of sect do you come from? ”

Xiao Cong scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, and said helplessly:

"This ...... Seniors, juniors can't say it. ”

But I heard the old man shouting angrily,

"Hmph! At a young age, he doesn't follow the right path. ”

"Senior, how can you say that, although I am not out of the general trend of Xuanzhen, the sect is weak, but I am a decent sect, how can I become the crooked sect in your mouth!" Xiao Cong was indignant and said angrily.

"Decent family, what do you want this evil spirit devouring wood for!" Although the old man's face seemed to be upright, at this time, he noticed a flash of essence in his eyes, which had become cloudy from the weather.

"What a stingy old man, if you don't give it, forget it, why slander my master!" Xiao Cong blushed and asked the old man aggressively.

Facing Xiao Cong at this time, the old man was stunned for a while, and then waved his hand with a painful face:

"That's it, that's it, old man, I'm in the last years of my life, and I can't afford to mix it up anymore to fight between the real and the evil, you go, don't tell others that you've seen me here after you go out. ”

Xiao Cong, who originally wanted to say something, was opening his mouth at this time, and finally swallowed all the words that were about to blurt out, he pouted, glanced at the old man, and then turned around and walked out of the grass hut, angrily plucked a few spirit devouring trees and wanted to leave, but then he heard the old man's hoarse voice behind him,

"Young man, the sea of bitterness is boundless, turning back is the shore, don't go further and further on the evil path. ”

Xiao Cong turned his head and responded:

"What the younger generations do, there are lessons from the sky, the seniors don't have to worry about it, let's take care of ourselves. ”

After speaking, Xiao Cong left without looking back.

Although he was leaving, he was not in the direction he came, and he crossed the broken grass hut and continued to walk inside.

"The old man is in such a hurry to trick me into leaving, isn't there some unsightly and shocking secret here?" he thought to himself.

In fact, when he first saw the large piece of spiritual wood planted in front of the broken grass house, he had already concluded that the people inside were not good people!