"Do you know where there are shadeweeds?"

Zhao Lin asked in a deep voice, Yin Soul must have seen a monk picking Yin Wind Grass before, and knew that he needed it too, so he thought of using this method to save his life.

"Yes, I'll see you...... I've seen it. ”

The yin spirit was afraid that Zhao Lin's iron ruler would fall down, and said tremblingly.

"How many?"

Zhao Lin originally planned to stay in the Yin Wind Realm for five to seven days, no more than ten days at most, Yin Qi hurt the body, even if there was a Sanyang Pill to expel Yin Qi, it would not be good for cultivation after a long time.

It's just that Yin Feng Grass is not easy to find, and it took me more than half a day to find one, and with such efficiency, it is difficult to say what can be gained.

The Yin Spirit has lived in this world for thousands of years, and if it knew where the Yin Wind Grass was, it would save a lot of effort.

"I know a place where there is ...... A lot. ”

Yin Soul knew that his life and death were only in Zhao Lin's thoughts, and he had to let himself be used in order to live.

Zhao Lin thought for a while and said, "There is also a kind of spirit grass......

"Is this it? There are, but not too much. ”

The two tentacles of the Yin Soul moved, and a light blue spirit grass appeared.

The grass stems are slender, with a bamboo-like texture at the bottom, and the leaves are wide and dotted with dotted markings.

It is another kind of spiritual grass produced in the Yin Wind Realm: Star Peony Grass.

"Where is the location?"

Zhao Lin didn't take back the iron ruler and motioned for the Yin Soul to continue.

When questioning, the eyes were fixed on the other party, although the ghost had no facial features, but the swinging tentacles were similar to body language, and the clues could be seen somewhat.

"Over there."

The shade raises a tentacle and points in a distant direction.

Zhao Lin glanced at its tentacles, only to see the mountains undulating and the foggy, and he couldn't see it very really.

"Leave you alive for the time being, take me over, if you dare to lie to me......"

"Villain...... Can't! ”

The Yin Spirit's whole body trembled with tentacles, as if relieved.

Zhao Lin frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

Self-proclaimed villain?

Could it be that this yin spirit has devoured the soul of the monk, and really thinks of itself as a human being?

So who devoured whom?

"Get up!"

Zhao Lin put away the iron ruler.

"The villain will lead the way."

The Shadow relevitates.

"Wait, eat this."

Zhao Lin took out a Sanyang Pill.

This yin spirit is not only highly skilled in illusion, but also knows how to figure out people's hearts, and must first make it half-crippled, so as not to play any tricks.

"Ah, can't ......"

Yin Soul looked at the pill in Zhao Lin's hand and shrank into a ball in fright.

The Three Yang Pills are blazing and vigorous, and it is a good medicine for monks to drive away the cold, but it is tantamount to poison for the Yin Spirit.

"If you eat it, I'll be relieved."

Zhao Lin waved the iron ruler twice casually, and his tone was very calm.

"I ...... I eat! ”

The Yin Soul trembled and stretched out its tentacles to take the Sanyang Pill.

Like jellyfish, the Wraith does not have a mouth and uses suckers and cilia on its tentacles to feed.

Under Zhao Lin's gaze, it rolled up the Sanyang Dan and sucked it hard.

"Hiss ......"

As if roasted by fire, a puff of white smoke rose from its body, and then it convulsed in pain.

After a while, the ghost stopped twitching, and many brown spots appeared on the lid of the umbrella, which were much darker in color, and looked very weak.

This is exactly the effect that Zhao Lin wants.

"Looks like tonight is going to be a sleepless night."

Zhao Lin asked the Yin Spirit to follow him, returned to the place where he was going to camp before, put away the tent, and then took back the drum bells on the ground one by one.

Then he crossed his knees on the ground and took out a spirit stone and stuck it under his abdomen.

After the battle just now, more than half of the spiritual energy in the body was consumed, and the spiritual power must be restored first.

Yin Soul had just eaten the Sanyang Pill, and he was also uncomfortable and tight, waiting quietly on the side.

"Let's go, lead the way."

Half an hour later, Zhao Lin stood up, and then thought of a question and asked, "How far can you detect?" ”

The two times he encountered the Yin Spirits, it was the Yin Spirits that attacked first, and Zhao Lin guessed that their detection range must be much farther than his own.

Yin Soul was born in this world, and it has its own innate endowment.

"A thousand feet."

As the Yin Spirit floated forward, it lifted its tentacles and pointed to a mountain peak in the distance under the darkness of the night, "It's almost there." ”

"So far!"

Zhao Lin was secretly surprised, even the Foundation Cultivator didn't have such a powerful divine sense.

After a moment's thought, he said, "If you meet a human monk like me on the road, tell me to avoid it in advance, understand?" ”

"I know, I've seen ...... You human monks...... Fight. ”

The ghost regained some of his vitality and began to talk more.

"How long have you been giving birth to a spiritual mind?"

Zhao Lin wanted to use this question to explore the true face of the Yin Soul.

"I want to think about it...... It's been a long time, and it's about fourteen years old. ”

The ghost pondered for a moment before replying.

There is no day in the Yin Wind Realm, and there is no concept of year.

Canghuan bamboo is a unique kind of bamboo in the Yin Wind Realm, and according to the observation of monks who have entered the Yin Wind Realm, the lifespan of this kind of bamboo is about fifty or sixty years.

Fourteen Canghuan bamboos mean that it has been seven or eight hundred years since the Yin Soul gave birth to spiritual wisdom.

"You dare to attack me, do you see that I am a bully?"

"Yes, the villain has never seen a monk from the third layer of qi refining come here."

"You don't have a mouth, how can you speak?"

"With spells. As long as you hear a sound, you can use spells to make up it......"

As the conversation progressed, the ghost spoke more and more fluently, no longer stuttering as it had at first.

The Yin Soul was hit by the Flame Flow Arrow, and ate the Sanyang Pill again, drifting more and more slowly, Zhao Lin simply grabbed its umbrella cover and rushed forward.

As expected, the canopy on top of the Shade is quite hard, a hard shell that resembles a tortoiseshell.

"Hide on the right, someone's coming!"

After walking for a while, the Yin Spirit reminded Zhao Lindao.

Zhao Lin hurriedly took it to jump onto a big tree and restrained his breath.

Sure enough, in a few moments, a monk walked briskly past not far away.

After rushing for nearly two hours, the Yin Spirit suddenly raised its tentacles, pointed ahead, and said, "It's here, it's over there." ”

Zhao Lin gathered his spiritual power in his eyes, looked into the distance, and saw a winding river.

The terrain around the river is very peculiar, with clusters of peaks like stone buds, ravines of depth and depth, many large and small caves, and large depressions.

Very similar to the karst landscape of the previous life.

Zhao Lin didn't rush forward, and asked in a low voice, "Is anyone inside?" ”

The Yin Spirit stretched out two tentacles and replied, "Yes, two." ”

"Will they find out where you say?"

"No, it's very hidden."

Zhao Lin glanced at the Yin Soul and found that it was still very weak, so he didn't feed it Sanyang Pill again.

It's like this, if you eat one more, I'm afraid it's going to die.

"Okay, you take me there! Avoid the monks, as long as you find the Yin Wind Grass and the Star Peony Grass, I will let you live. (End of chapter)