The Yin soldiers who rushed out of the ghost domain turned a blind eye to Ling Zheng and the rats who were on the ground, their expressions stiffened, and their eyes were dull as they walked into the air.

The direction they traveled was Skyrim.

Of course, Ling Zheng had heard of the scene of this Yin soldier coming out of the ghost domain, it was said that this scene would only appear once every hundred years, but he didn't expect to be so coincidentally encountered by himself.

The strange thing is that even if they step into the air, those Yin soldiers will make heavy and clear footsteps in the process of marching, and the footsteps seem to be stepping on people's hearts, making people feel a kind of depression that is difficult to dispel for no reason after listening to it.

Immediately afterwards, a bronze chariot flew out of the ghost domain, and when the wheels of the chariot rolled, there was a terrifying sound of thunder.

On those bronze chariots, there were several cultivators wearing ancient robes. Ling Zheng casually glanced at it, feeling that the appearance of one of the cultivators was very similar to the corpse he had seen earlier in the valley full of dark blue ice.

That person became a Yin soldier after he died, or did all the cultivators who died in the ghost realm become Yin soldiers?

What surprised Ling Zheng even more was that among the cultivators standing on the chariot, he actually saw a man who looked extremely similar to himself, and the style of the man's magic robe was obviously very new, like a style that had only appeared in the last few hundred years.

Ling Zheng pondered for a long time, but he didn't think about a reason, and he also knew that this was not a secret that he could contact now.

Soon, the queue of Yin soldiers who rushed out of the ghost domain completely rushed to the sky and gradually disappeared. Ling Zheng watched the Yin soldiers leave, and saw that the rat standing on his shoulder was still a little distracted, so he knocked on its little head and asked with a smile, "Mouse, have you seen this scene many times?"

The mouse nodded, and then stretched out his two front paws and gestured for a while, seeing that Ling Zheng still couldn't understand, so he lay on Ling Zheng's shoulder in some frustration.

Ling Zheng wasn't too worried about the frustration of the mouse, because he knew that this guy's mood was determined by the amount of beef sauced. He glanced around, pointed to the distance, and said, "I seem to feel the breath of someone over there, and there seem to be a lot of them, there should be a city or a fang market there, let's set up a place to eat first." ”

The mouse, who was still a little depressed just now, suddenly came to his senses, and the person stood on Ling Zheng's shoulder, his little paws pointed in the direction that Ling Zheng was pointing, and let out a cry of excitement.

After that, Ling Zheng glanced at the mouse again, and finally realized a problem.

The rat is a ghoul rat, which can be regarded as a kind of fierce monster, once this eye-catching appearance is exposed, as long as it is a cultivator who has seen "Persona", it will basically be recognized.

"Hey, Mouse, do you know how to change your magic?" Ling Zheng asked, "If you don't, I'll have to use the Phantom Thousand Transformation Technique to turn you into something else." ”

As he spoke, Ling Zheng took out the Phantom Mirror from the storage ring, and then took out three more pills, and said with a smile: "You won't be sad, how about it?"

The mouse glanced at Ling Zheng, pointed at his rat head with his little paws, and then squeaked a few times.

After that, the mouse's body released a burst of blazing golden light. After the golden light dissipated, Ling Zheng looked at the rat after the change of shape, and was a little stunned.

The mouse turned out to be a yellow-striped flower cat, and after becoming a flower cat, the mouse had five points less smart eyes and five more points of laziness, and it was a lazy cat. Moreover, with his delusional eyes that have just awakened, he can't see the true face of the mouse clearly, which shows the mastery of the mouse's transformation technique.

"Is this your natural supernatural power?" Ling Zheng was a little curious: "How long can it last?"

The rat that turned into a flower cat nodded, his front paw scratched the ground, and Ling Zheng asked, "An hour?"

The mouse shook his head, and the man stood up, his two front paws constantly drawing circles, as if he wanted to make a big comparison.

Ling Zheng was a little surprised: "One day?"

The rat shook his head.

"A month?"

The rat shook his head again.

"One, a year?" Ling Zheng stammered slightly.

The mouse still shook his head.

"Don't tell me for life. Ling Zheng muttered.

The mouse finally nodded, and let out a long, lazy cat meow.

Ling Zheng's mouth opened, but he still didn't say anything after that. He put away the magic mirror, picked the mouse up from the ground, placed it on his shoulder, and then flew up in the air, flying in the direction he had felt the human breath earlier.

Except for the place covered by black clouds within a radius of 100,000 miles, the outer ten miles range, although the land is dark red, there is no danger. At a distance of more than ten miles, at Ling Zheng's current speed, he had already flown in just a few breaths.

Unlike the dark red land of the ghost domain, where no grass grows, the place beyond the dark red land, the trees are lush and the spring water is murmuring, although it is close to the famous ghost domain, but it is full of life, which is in stark contrast to the ghost domain.

Having just left the dark red land, Ling Zheng was trying to fly higher to see if there were any mortal-inhabited cities in the vicinity, or markets where cultivators gathered.

But before he could fly into the sky, he felt that there were many people in the woods staring at him, and all of them were monks with high cultivation.

How could there be so many monks in the woods outside this ghost realm?

Ling Zheng was puzzled in his heart, but his reaction was not slow at all, the light in his hand flashed, and he instantly grabbed a few talismans, ready to play at any time.

"Little brother came out of the ghost domain?"

An old voice with a tentative meaning suddenly came from the woods, and then an old man in a yellow robe walked out of the woods.

Of course, Ling Zheng wouldn't be so stupid as to say that he had come out of the ghost domain unscathed, otherwise he would definitely be arrested and interrogated. He learned through spiritual sense exploration that just this old man in yellow magic robes had the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Realm, and there were still several powerful breaths in the woods that were not weaker than this old man.

"The old gentleman is really joking. Ling Zheng smiled bitterly: "The junior just happened to be teleported to this ghost place when he used the cross-domain teleportation array stone, fortunately he didn't enter the area shrouded in black clouds, otherwise, the junior would really not be able to get out." ”

Ling Zheng's expression was very realistic, and his tone was extremely natural, which made the old man breathe a sigh of relief after hearing it. After that, the old man said loudly: "Fellow Daoists, come out, this little brother didn't come out of the ghost domain, he just strayed into this place, don't panic, come out." ”

After the old man's words fell, Ling Zheng, who was extremely sensitive in hearing, suddenly heard a burst of exhalation in the woods not far away, and then one after another, figures flew out of the woods.

Most of the people who flew out of the woods were old people, and there were very few middle-aged and young people, but these people were all powerful cultivators who had cultivated a lot of cultivation without exception.

Moreover, not everyone was as good at talking as the old man in yellow just now, and many people talked to Ling Zheng with obvious suspicion and contempt in their tones. This made Ling Zheng frown secretly.

And, to Ling Zheng's surprise, among these dozen people, there were actually people from the Liang family!

Because he had seen Liang Xu, Liang Ji, and Liang Shun before, Ling Zheng was no stranger to the strange magic clothes of the Liang family, although the old man of the Liang family in front of him was tall and thin, but his eyes were sharp, although his cultivation was not as good as the three brothers such as Liang Xu he had seen before, he only had the Great Perfection of the Foundation Realm, and he was not a formation mage, but the four words of old age and essence can be passed down to this day, and there is always a reason for it.

Not only that, Ling Zheng found that among the dozen or so people, there were four or five people who obviously saw that his cultivation was not high, and even spoke with the meaning of arrogance. Ling Zheng was a little weak because he lied at the beginning, and he was subconsciously polite, but he was regarded as timid and afraid by these people, and even spoke aggressively.

This was obviously the act of kicking his nose and face, which made Ling Zheng's brows furrow, he was only eighteen years old, and he still belonged to the range of youth and vigor. Being squeezed by this group of cultivators who had obviously impure motives and were almost close to attacking themselves, their faces gradually sank.

Ling Zheng knew very well that if he really made a move, he might not be powerless to fight back. None of these dozen or so people were formation mages, and no one could effectively restrain their formation methods.

"Then you tell me, why did you come to the Northern Regions? If you can use the cross-domain teleportation array stone, you must have a lot of background, right? Hehe, I've only seen the cross-domain teleportation array stone twice so far, why don't you take out two pieces and let us see them, so that we can believe your words, how about it?"

A middle-aged man is yin and yang, and the aggressive meaning in his words is very obvious, and there are people around him who are following and helping.

Turned into a flower cat, the mouse standing on Ling Zheng's shoulder had already exploded, Ling Zheng stroked the mouse, looked at the middle-aged man, and said in a deep voice: "Why do I have to make you believe? What do I Ling Zheng do, it has nothing to do with others, why should I explain to you?"

Ling Zheng said, stretched out his hand, held the Xuanwen pen in his hand, and pointed the tip of the pen directly at the middle-aged man who had cultivated in the Great Perfection of the Foundation Realm: "Don't think I don't know what your idea is, isn't the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Realm amazing?"

"No more nonsense, believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed you alive?"

The tip of Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen was shining, and the strange and powerful aura of the attributeless true yuan was revealed. All the people present were well-informed, and they all recognized that Ling Zheng was holding a formation magic weapon in his hand.

This kid died at the age of less than twenty years old, and it was already very rare to cultivate to the foundation building realm, but he didn't expect that he was still a formation mage?

The middle-aged man who had forced Ling Zheng to say everything before was scolded by Ling Zheng, and he suddenly felt a little unbearable on his face, seeing that Ling Zheng had such achievements in the way of cultivation at such an age, it was very likely that he was a genius who had been trained by some ancient cultivation forces that had been inherited for a long time, he was just an elder of a small sect nearby, and he couldn't afford to provoke such a person at all.

Seeing that the middle-aged man's face was cloudy and silent, Ling Zheng sneered, knowing that this person was really a soft bone that was afraid of softness, and that this kind of person was really everywhere, and he lost his interest in continuing to call the battle.

He put away his pen, and was about to leave the woods to find a city or a market, but was stopped by a very dry-sounding voice.

"It is recorded in the ancient books of the Liang family that if you encounter a Yin soldier borrowing the Tao, the soul will definitely be sucked into it. Since you are still alive, you might as well solve the old man's doubts. ”

The tall and thin old man wearing the Liang family's magic robe looked a little arrogant, obviously because he came from the ancient cultivation force and was quite confident. What Ling Zheng was most worried about was being seen by this old monk from the Liang family, and at this moment, seeing that he didn't ask about the place where his corpses were fed, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yin soldiers?" Ling Zheng was puzzled: "The juniors haven't seen any Yin soldiers." ”

The old monk of the Liang family had a glint in his eyes: "Oh, why did the old man smell the breath of the yin soul on you?"

The corners of Ling Zheng's eyebrows jumped slightly, and the other people present looked at him with more deep meaning in their eyes.

"Since Xiaoyou has seen the Yin soldiers out of the Ghost Domain, why do you want to hide it?" The old monk of the Liang family did not intend to let Ling Zheng go, he stepped forward and said with a smile: "It just so happens that my Liang family has a deep study of the ghost domain, Xiaoyou might as well walk with the old man later and have a good exchange." After all, from ancient times to the present, there are very few people who can get close to the Yin soldiers, and I believe that what Xiaoyou said can make my Liang family's research on the ghost domain go deeper. In that case, it would be a merit. ”

Ling Zheng was still silent, and the rat who sat on Ling Zheng's shoulder and turned into a cat could almost feel Ling Zheng's body trembling faintly.

The next moment, a familiar and loud voice suddenly sounded in the distance:

"Hehe, your Liang family is too unreasonable to do things, is it possible that anyone who has seen the Yin soldiers out of the ghost domain at close range will be tied up to your Liang family?

The old monk of the Liang family's face changed suddenly, turned around to look, and saw two men and a woman walking slowly towards here.

One person was burly and stout, dressed in a red robe, and his eyes were as bright as knives. The other is dressed as a scholar and looks gentle and elegant.

As for the woman, she was dressed in a black dress, with a slender figure, and although her face was charming and charming, it made people feel a kind of coldness that was not approachable.

"Little Brother Ling Zheng, I didn't expect to see you in this northern region, we are really fateful. Xu Bule, who was dressed as a scholar, smiled slightly.

Ling Zheng finally let out a sigh of relief, and his eyes inadvertently met Xu Qiuhan's, only to find that her eyes were slightly red, as if she had just cried.