Chapter Forty-Nine: I Asked You If You Were Away

It's useless to go back now, and those people will probably just throw themselves into the river one after another.

There were a total of thirty-six people who meditated there, and with the two Taoists who dug the pit, there were thirty-eight in total.

But I don't know if those two Taoists will throw themselves into the river, after all, they have their own duties.

He decided to go back on the thirty-fifth day.

"But I have some impressions of the two Taoists you mentioned." Xu Yang said suddenly.

"About five years ago, there were indeed some disciples missing in the Taoist temple, and there were about seven or eight of them."

"The head of the sect sent people to look for them, but only four corpses were recovered, and the rest are missing."

"When a person dies, no one knows what happened at that time."

There are many hidden things in the Tianyan Eye, according to Xu Yang's understanding, the hermitage in Tianyan Mountain has stirred up the wind and clouds in the land of Shenzhou, and after their old age, they will no longer show up.

In addition to these monks, there are also mountain spirits and ghosts in Tianyan Mountain.

The danger of Tianyan Mountain is not limited to the Six Divine Paths.

"Go back and practice hard, and don't worry about the back mountain." Xu Yang said.

He patted Ning Tian on the shoulder, wanting to soothe his junior brother's mood, after all, the one who killed Xuanyang was always a person from the Six Divine Dao.

"Thank you, senior brother, for your concern, then I'll leave first."

As the words fell, Ning Tian had already risen and returned to his Dao Courtyard.

At this time, he is going to learn the tricks in his sleeve, and he can't just watch martial arts all the time.

In this way, he can find a way to take the black ding away to refine the medicine.

However, the Qiankun in his sleeve is at least at the level of great supernatural powers, and Ning Tian now only has the Yang Thunder Talisman in hand, which can be called a great supernatural power.

He hadn't fully comprehended this yet, and it was impossible for him to master this supernatural power in a short period of time.

He could only take his time, but fortunately, compared to the Yang Thunder Talisman, the practice in his sleeve was much simpler.

For this reason, he blew up the sleeves of his robe many times, and the Burning Sun True Qi was too violent.

However, Ning Tian has a special toughness, which even Xuanyang had to admire at the beginning.

He practiced until late at night, and even the liner was blown up a few pieces.

At the end of the day, his clothes were fine without sleeves.

He can only practice without putting on his shirt first, otherwise according to this situation, no matter how many times he makes up, it will be useless.

This has nothing to do with his comprehension, it is purely the bursting of the true qi of the sun, and it is indeed very difficult to use it on the cuffs.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Hey. A low laugh suddenly sounded in Ning Tian's ears.

Ning Tian turned his head suddenly, only to see a person standing on his roof at some point.

The other party wore a hat and a long gown on his body, and his eyes revealed a hint of coldness.

He was looking directly at Ning Tian in front of him at this moment.

In the past, they had met once in the Valley of the Gods, and this person caused a wave of corpses, causing the Southern Tang to lose 2,070 elite cavalry.

But from beginning to end, this person has never moved his hand, and this is the most terrifying part.

"Your master is Xuanyang, right?" The man asked with a smirk.

"Yes." Ning Tian said.

"It's surprising that your master has screwed off all the boneless heads." The man continued, "That's a corpse I've worked so hard to refine!" ”

"You shouldn't come here on purpose to complain." Ning Tian frowned and said.

"You don't have to guess anymore, I'm the only one." The man said.

"The Six Divine Paths haven't planned to do anything to the Danjian Pavilion yet, I'm just very interested in you!"

"Such a pure innate spiritual root, where can I find it in the world, what is it compared to not turning bones?"

The smile on his face grew more and more eerie, and the face became distorted, like a mask that didn't fit.

He just walked towards Ning Tian step by step.

Ning Tian smelled a special musk, this smell was very familiar, as if he had smelled it somewhere.

He vaguely remembered that he had smelled such a musk in Huoluo City, but he had finally thrown it into the river.

"These five souls are a good thing, they can make everyone's consciousness unconsciously immersed in them, and the speed of diffusion is very slow." The man laughed.

He was waiting for Ning Tian to fall asleep, no matter how much this place was the Taoist temple of Danjian Pavilion, he couldn't bring the ghouls in.

After all, he didn't want to fight with Xuan Qing yet, and now it was completely out of place.

Therefore, he only brought the five souls to disperse, and with Ning Tian's situation, he would soon fall into a stable state.

It was enough for him to take Ning Tian away during this period.

"So, you were there that night in Tang Ancheng?" Ning Tian exhaled.

The hat man raised his eyebrows, these five souls have been permeating here for nearly half an hour, and it stands to reason that it should have enough effect.

Why is Ning Tian's voice still full of color, without the slightest bit of malaise?

"Let me ask you, were you there that night in Tang Ancheng?" Ning Tian's voice sounded again.

"Why haven't you fallen yet?" The man muttered, "You should be down." ”

"I asked if you were there!" Ning Tian said angrily.

The man was stunned, as if he was awakened by this loud shout, he looked at Ning Tian in front of him, and his eyes became cold.

"What's going on?" There was some rage in his tone.

Most of the people in the Six Shinto are crazy, and the man was obviously still puzzled just now, and now he is angry, but he doesn't know the reason for the change.

Syllable......

Smack!

A thunderous sound suddenly came from Ning Tian's body, and it was his bones ringing.

Immediately after, two new arms sprouted from between his ribs, dripping with blood!

The man's eyes suddenly froze, and he looked at Ning Tian in front of him, as if he didn't understand what was happening.

"Blind, what the hell are you?" The man asked.

Without any response, blood-colored steam appeared on Ning Tian's body, as if the blood in his veins had evaporated along with it.

Two large and two small Zhou Tian operated in Ning Tian's body, forming a cycle, and he exhaled a breath, and the steam covered his face.

Ning Tian stomped his foot suddenly, and then the whole person rose into the air, and killed the man in the hat on the roof.

The latter's face changed, and he turned around and wanted to escape, although he was in the top realm, his own strength was not very good.

The so-called art industry has a specialization, and his ability is in the area of corpse control.

But at this time, if it is to control the corpse and fight, then it will inevitably attract Xuanqing.

But if he doesn't control the corpse, how can he face this monster in front of him?!

He couldn't find any words to describe Ning Tian, he had heard of the three-headed and six-armed law phase, but that was also the ability that only the Merge Realm had.

And it's definitely not Ning Tian's appearance!

What the hell is going on with this guy?

Questions began to rise in his mind, and fear began to rise.

Fuck, isn't it an innate spiritual root, how can it be as holy as an iceberg snow lotus, but this guy's body is full of a dark and rotten smell?