In the north of Nandu County, there is a high mountain.

And under this high mountain there was a valley, and in the midst of that valley there was a city. Five hundred years ago, there was a great battle at the foot of this mountain, which washed the city in blood, and more than 300,000 people in the city all died in this war.

Now, the valley is desolate, and there are countless corpses, and every night comes, there are endless wails here, like ghosts crying, so that ordinary people dare not approach them.

At this time, three people dressed in black gradually came to the bottom of this valley.

"Senior brother, the cold air in this valley is too strong, with our cultivation, I am afraid that it will be ...... to come here to cultivate" A thin young man who walked in the front was a little sluggish, and looked at the middle person and said.

"If you want to make a big profit, you must have a big investment, and the Yin Soul of refining the Corpse Yin Pill is extremely rare, how can it be found in ordinary mass graveyards?" The man who walked in the middle looked like he was about twenty-six or seventeen, raised his eyebrows, and said with a slight dissatisfaction.

"Senior brother said very much!" the thin young man nodded hurriedly.

"Senior brother, if we can really find a Yin Soul above the fifth grade this time, I think the three of us will definitely be able to stand out in the big competition at the end of the year. Another young man looked like a white-faced scholar, holding a folding fan in his hand, fanning slowly.

"Five-Rank Yin Soul ......" The man walking in the middle took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid that if you really meet, with the strength of the three of us, it will be extremely difficult to surrender." ”

"Let's go. ”

The man in the middle stopped talking, and with a wave of his hand, the three of them walked forward again.

The three of them walked all the way, and soon stepped into the valley. The three of them acted extremely cautiously, but they did not go directly to the depths of the valley, but walked slowly around the periphery of the valley, and from time to time they finally exhaled a breath of mysterious qi and spread it out to all sides.

"Whoa—"

The thin man who walked in front seemed to hear something, and looked up sharply, looking in the direction from which the sound came, but he saw a cliff not far away, and there was a piece of rubble slowly falling from the cliff.

"There's—"

He exclaimed, and suddenly the three of them looked at the falling stones on the cliff, only to hear a bang, the stones on the cliff splashed out in all directions, and a gray figure rushed out of it, heading straight for the three of them.

This person's momentum is extremely strong, and the highest of the three is only the seventh-level cultivation of Xuanqi, under this momentum, he didn't even dare to move, and stood stiffly on the ground.

"Where is this?" you say. ”

The person who came out of the cliff was none other than Lin Hong, who pointed to the oldest young man and asked in a low voice.

"Nandu County, Qinglong Valley. ”

The man didn't dare to put up any resistance, and said resignedly.

"Nanto-gun?"

A faint smile appeared on Lin Hong's face, he was brought here by Bei Liang before, and he didn't know where this place was, but now he knew.

"You three, what's the matter here?"

Lin Hong frowned slightly, a month ago, Bei Liang left here, and the two made an appointment to meet here in a month, and now, there are still seven days before the agreement.

"We are disciples of the Yin Soul Sect, and we are here to capture the Yin Soul. ”

The power exuded by Lin Hong's body was too strong, and the three of them had no doubt that Lin Hong would be able to kill the three of them on the spot with one move, and answer Lin Hong's question, without the slightest hesitation, they just blurted out.

"Yin Soul Sect?"

Lin Hong frowned, above Yuzhou, there are many Xuanmen, this sect, he has not heard of it.

"It's natural that Your Excellency hasn't heard of it, our Yin Soul Sect is just a small sect, and it's not enough to worry about. The man with the folding fan hurriedly said.

"What is that?" Lin Hong looked at this person, only to see a faint black mist around this person's body, and the edge of this mist was like a tentacle, trembling from time to time.

"This is our sect's mysterious technique to find Yin Spirits, if there is a Yin Soul nearby, this thing will indicate its location. After the man with the folding fan finished speaking, a tentacle of the black mist around him trembled violently, and he pulled desperately in the direction to the right.

"Huh?" Lin Hong suddenly became interested in the mystical skills of these three people, and pointed to the right and said, "There, but there is a Yin Spirit?"

"Exactly, it is estimated that it is around the second grade. The man with the folding fan nodded.

"Take me to see it. Lin Hong nodded, and threw a medium-grade Xuanshi at the man with his right hand.

"Thank you, thank you, Your Excellency. ”

The man was immediately overjoyed, and the four of them walked towards the right together.

Soon, the four of them came to a grave pile, only to see the man holding a folding fan standing far away, took out a jade pendant from his sleeve pocket, a mysterious qi into it, the jade pendant suddenly appeared with a white ghostly light, his right hand pointed forward, the white ghostly light buzzed on the grave, a milky white figure, suddenly slowly emerged from the grave.

"Collect the soul!"

The man holding the folding fan quickly swiped a string of strange runes in the air with his right hand, and the runes turned into a white lasso in mid-air, flying directly towards the milky white figure.

Lin Hong's eyes moved, and the milky white figure was trapped by the white lasso, and the volume gradually became smaller and smaller in the struggle, and gradually turned into a small white light cluster, floating towards the hand of the man holding the folding fan.

"This is the second-grade Yin Soul. ”

The man handed the white light to Lin Hong, Lin Hong took it, and felt a slight coolness from the white light, and looked carefully, there was a trace of slowly beating white light in the white light, as if he wanted to break through the white light, but he was never able to break free from it.

"Take me to your sect. ”

Lin Hong groaned slightly in his heart, smiled faintly, and threw the white ball of light back to the man holding the folding fan.

"What do you mean?" replied the man with the folding fan in a low voice.

"Your mystical skill, yes, I want to discuss it with your sect master to see if I can exchange it. Lin Hong smiled, and the three of them nodded again and again, but their hearts were full of suspicion, but they didn't dare to resist in the slightest.

The four of them returned all the way, and after a while, they came to a small hill, on which there was a black mountain gate, and on the mountain gate, the three big characters of the Yin Soul Sect were written.

"Your Excellency is here for a while, and I will wait for the three of us, and we will report first. The man holding the folding fan seemed to be the leader of the three at this time.

Lin Hong waved his right fist, and the four fists suddenly condensed, and these four fists floated in the air, turning into a slowly burning flame, which was grabbed by his right hand, and suddenly formed a bead the size of a baby's fist.

"Give this to your sect master, and he will understand. ”

Lin Hong handed the bead to the man holding the folding fan, the man only felt that the bead was filled with a destructive atmosphere, and cold sweat flowed out of his forehead instantly, so he nodded resignedly, carefully held the bead, and walked quickly towards the mountain gate.

"Yin Soul Sect, ...... interesting"

There was a hint of a smile on Lin Hong's face, and he stood with his hands in his hands, waiting quietly under the mountain gate.

Although it was only three months, for Lin Hong, it was nine months!

In nine months, Lin Hong almost consumed the medium-grade Xuanshi in the storage rings of the three Xuanshi, and even ate all kinds of pills like food, miraculously raising his cultivation to the ninth layer of Xuanshi, if it weren't for the bottleneck, right now, he had been promoted to Xuanshi.

However, now his cultivation seems to be only the sixth layer of Xuanshi, a month ago, he entered the third layer of the Seven Treasure Chaos Realm, and in that third layer, there is only one thing, and that is the technique of breathing. This technique can not only hide the cultivator's cultivation, but also completely conceal the cultivator's aura, even if the divine mind is several times stronger than the cultivator, it is difficult to find it with the divine thought.

If it weren't for this technique, Lin Hong wouldn't dare to easily raise his cultivation to the ninth layer of Xuanshi, otherwise, it would definitely arouse Bei Liang's suspicions.

"It's just that the mutilated runes transformed by the curse have hindered the further enhancement of my divine thoughts, and right now, the strength of my divine thoughts is now roughly equivalent to the Great Perfection of the Xuan Master. ”

Thinking of the broken rune on the sword in his mind, Lin Hong's face was worried, and at the moment the rune was only an obstacle to the further enhancement of his divine thoughts, but he didn't know when this curse would break out and how it would affect him.

"Sect Master, please!"

However, at tea time, the man holding the folding fan hurriedly ran down from the mountain gate, sweating profusely, and he didn't even dare to look at Lin Hong at this time.

Lin Hong smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, waved his long sleeves, and walked up under the leadership of the man.