"Zhao Gou!"

In the dark night, Nanyun's sad and angry voice spread far and wide.

The old man was in too much hurry, and he could no longer suppress the hatred in his heart.

If you are just living alone, what is the point of practicing?

The slave next door was also awakened, and many people began to curse viciously in a whisper, Nanyun's grandson had an accident, just leaving a vacancy, and if he didn't scold a few words at this time, he couldn't show that he had the same heart as the master's family.

They whispered for fear that their foul language would stain the ears of the Lord's house.

"Bold Alien Slave!"

The door was violently breached, and several guards broke into the house, one of whom lit a candle.

The eyes of several people looked past Nanyun, who was clenched into fists, and looked at the old man on the bed.

Finding that the old man was dead, the leading guard's expression sank.

At this moment, an old voice rolled in the middle of the Zhao Mansion.

"Dragged out and buried."

Unexpectedly, the death of an old slave actually alarmed the old master, and several guards did not dare to verify whether they buried the old man or dealt with Nanyun together.

Raising his head and staring at a few people, Nanyun suddenly became troubled.

It's a pity that his size, no matter how good the fist and foot kung fu he learned on weekdays, he is not the opponent of the three.

It didn't take much effort to catch him, and the three of them threw the grandfather and grandson on a wooden cart and dragged them out of the castle.

The moonlight was cold, the streets were silent, and the sound of the wheels pressing against the stone slabs rattled like the laughter of the night demons.

Looking at the moon in the sky, a wave of hatred grew more and more crazy in Nanyun's heart.

Out of the city gate, the uneven road surface made the wooden cart vibrate more and more, and Nagumo's childish face swayed and hit the wooden board, and soon swelled.

There is a cliff more than a mile west of the mountain fort, and there is a mass grave on the edge of the cliff, which is said to be a mass grave, but in fact, there is not a single corpse or a grave.

Those who abandon here will be taken away by wild beasts and birds, and not a single bone will be left.

There were still dozens of steps away from the cliff, and the leading guard waved to the other two and pushed the cart himself.

He searched for a while between his grandson and grandson, and stuffed a few spirit stones into Nanyun's arms.

Scolding the poor sour ghost for being so unlucky, he did not hesitate to pour the old man's body off the cliff.

"Boy, you can hurry up, whether you can survive or not depends on your creation."

Three or two times lifted the control of Nagumo, and he didn't care about Nagumo's crazy hatred, and kicked the wooden cart off the cliff with one kick.

At the moment when the wooden cart was about to fall off the cliff, Nanyun turned over and hung on the stone wall with a dexterous turn, and the guard stood on the edge of the cliff and listened for a while, and heard a faint sound of hitting the cliff below, before clapping his hands and walking back.

The cliff under the moonlight began to rise in mist, and the sound of hitting the cliff before did not disappear with the departure of several people, but gradually, more and more clearly.

Nagumo, who was hanging from the stone, sensed that something was wrong and pointed his ears.

I read it right, I heard it right, the gray fog under the cliff was rising, and the sound was getting clearer and clearer.

In the fog below, on a cliff terrace, the old man's body lay on the ground in tatters, only at this moment, a puzzled desolate spirit stood beside him.

After greedily absorbing the remnants of the old man's blood, it looked up at the cave in the stone wall.

The sound below was getting closer, and it quickly crouched on the edge of the terrace and peered down, then quickly turned around and squeaked at the hole.

An even thicker gray mist overflowed the terrace from below, and out of the cave came a dense crowd of desolate spirits, who threw themselves into the fog and were carried up.

Desolate spirits, spirit ruins, are formed by the combination of the bones of living beings and the breath of the netherworld, the spirit is not high, but it is very ferocious, and it is the natural enemy of all flesh and blood.

The faint sound had turned into a continuous battle on the battlefield, and after being shrouded in a faint mist, Nagumo saw the desolate spirit in the thick fog.

He forgot his fear, and his eyes widened, but the tall and desolate spirits stood in unison like sergeants, tilting their heads slightly, as if sensing movement on the cliff.

His heart rose to his throat, and Nagumo held back his breathing.

A gust of wind blew from under the cliffs, and the thick fog was quickly blown upwards.

As soon as they got close to the ground, they quickly unfolded, following the dense fog towards the castle around the mountain, and Nangumo, who was greatly frightened, twitched all over, lost his strength, could no longer hold on to the stone wall, and rolled and fell.

Bang!

He fell to the ground without feeling any pain, and his body bounced a few times before he regained his quiet.

Underneath him was a very thick gray mist, and next to his face were a pair of desolate feet.

At a glance, he saw the corpse on the terrace, and knew what it was, but he could only bite his lip, and he didn't move.

The gray fog carried him back and forth on the terrace, and he was turned around like a dead thing, and he was almost thrown off the terrace several times.

But an even more bizarre scene appeared in his eyes.

This desolate spirit was only the size of an ordinary woman, and her body was wrapped in a mist that almost became substance, and she took out a crystal six-inch bone flute and put it to her mouth.

The mist automatically entered the flute hole in a few small streams, making a pleasant sound, and she acted gracefully, blowing twice, as if she already knew how to use the bone flute.

Immediately after, a magical celestial sound came from the bone flute, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye spread, hitting the stone wall with a bang, the wind raging, and Nanyun was blown onto the terrace.

Seeing that he was about to hit the stone wall, he didn't care that he would be discovered, his hands clasped a pit in the ground, and his body was blown up like catkins in the wind, and he fell to the ground fiercely.

His movement was no different from the sound of a dead thing, and the desolate spirit listened for a moment, and did not notice a living person on the ground, and flew upward.

How is it possible, the desolate spirits are also divided into men and women?

How can there be a desolate spirit here?

The other side of this cliff is about two miles wide, and it is only seven or eight miles long, and although the people around the mountain fort never know how deep this cliff is, they have explored this mass grave cliff.

No trace of the existence of the Arraiths has been found.

After only two or three thoughts turned in his heart, there was a sudden sound of crying and grabbing the ground above, and he was slightly startled, and heard many familiar voices.

The voice was closer, the sound of the people crying and frightened around the mountain fort.

Puff puff!

A large number of corpses were thrown down, blood and water flowed down the stone wall, and several desolate spirits flew out of the cliff standing on a fog, and Nanyun below was so frightened that he couldn't care about anything, and hurriedly ran to the cave on the side.

The further you go, the colder it gets, but the sound from outside is getting closer and closer, and it seems that a cultivator has flown into the cave, and he is running wildly in the dark.

Airplanes!

As he saw the red light in front of him, he felt like he was passing through a layer of something.

Could it be a formation enchantment?

Before he had time to think about it, a panicked crowd had already appeared in the cave.

In the entire clan of the Zhao family, almost all the people who could cultivate came, especially Zhao Gou and Zhao Min in the crowd, which immediately attracted Nanyun's attention.

It was these two who acted as demons and killed his grandfather.

The other party didn't expect Nanyun to appear here, and it was a little surprising that the two sides were only four or five feet away at this time.

Looking at the injured people, he smiled strangely and turned to approach the spirit grass that glowed red on the stone platform.

Some people also found that magical spirit grass.

"Quick, stop him!"

After a few big strides, Nanyun didn't care what the use of this spirit grass was, he broke it off and ate the whole spirit grass and the glowing fruit indiscriminately.

He doesn't know how to practice, but he knows the basics of common sense.

Those desolate spirits attacked on a moonlit night and drove the people of the mountain fort here, most of them for this spirit grass.

Seeing that there was still mist flowing from the bottom of the spirit grass's growth, he didn't intend to leave it for the people of the mountain fort at all, so he threw himself down and opened his mouth to swallow it.

"Ahh

"Help me!"

The people of the Zhao family didn't know that there was an enchantment, and when they passed through the enchantment, they suddenly turned into a white skeleton and fell to the ground, and the people behind them were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated.

At this time, Nanyun realized that instead of drinking water, he was drinking a mist, which was not absorbed by him, and in the blink of an eye, it came out of his mouth and nose again.