Cen Lonely Mountains.

The piercing howling sound of the wind that used to be as terrible as a ghost crying all year round miraculously stopped, and the whole canyon became silent.

Pang Jian, who has been here countless times, rushed into the canyon on a horse this time, and suddenly felt inexplicably strange to this place.

He listened carefully, and found that there was no sound of birds flapping their wings or insects in the low chirping of the peaks on either side.

Even the irascible jujube red war horse under him suddenly became quiet the moment he entered the canyon, as if instinctively sensing that something was wrong.

Pang Jian, who was taught hunting knowledge by his father since he was a child, as a mature hunter, knows that the realm that is generally too quiet is often accompanied by danger and crisis.

Secretly vigilant, he took out his bow and arrows from behind his back, and rode his horse forward slowly, keeping an eye on the movements around him.

The canyon is still the canyon, the mountain, the mountain.

Pang Jian, who can walk in it, always feels that something has changed, and he can't say why.

A moment later, the war horse under Pang Jian's crotch suddenly stopped, and he saw several corpses behaving strangely in the stone pile in front of him.

The corpses were all dressed in black clothes of a uniform style, and there was a scarlet crescent crescent pattern on the chest area, which seemed to float and sink in the depths of the mysterious dark world, full of demonic and bloody beauty.

With just one glance, Pang Jian thought of the sailboat that fell from the upper realm a few days ago.

The crescent moon pattern on the chest of the corpse is exactly the same as the blood-colored crescent moon in the black pennant of the sailboat.

Several corpses in the rocks seemed to be young, either holding silver bells, or holding white paper fans, or clutching huge copper hammers, all of them in a wild forward posture.

Some of them turned their heads to look behind them, as if a great terror was following them, and they were terrified.

Curiously, there were no fatal wounds on the bodies, and there were no signs of being stone-bombarded.

The strange corpse posing in a running posture gave Pang Jian the feeling that he had died in an instant, and after death, he still maintained his original posture.

It was as if a gust of wind blew, and they were scattered, and were frozen in place by some kind of strange force that locked time.

But the valley where the wind roars all year round, it is quiet and scary at the moment, and there is no demon wind raging in Pang Jian's mind.

What's even stranger is that the corpses of the rocks have not yet been torn apart and eaten away in this canyon where wild beasts often haunt them.

The scene in front of him is unreasonable everywhere, and Pang Jian naturally will not rush forward.

He chose to stay where he was and wait for someone.

"Kick!"

Not long after, behind Pang Jian, there was the sound of a strong horse's hooves stepping on the ground.

Pang Jian turned around and saw the heroic girl riding a snow-white war horse, as if she was integrated with the war horse under him, like a dazzling white rainbow of light.

Her skillful riding skills and delicate control of her horses mean that she is no match for battle.

When she was about to rush in front of Pang Jian, the people and horses she pulled behind began to appear one after another.

"What is this?"

She jerked the reins, first stopping the snow-white warhorse beneath her, and then looking at the corpse in the pile of rocks with bright eyes.

Her thick eyebrows, which were much thicker than ordinary women's, suddenly looked sharp when they were slowly wrinkled, which made her look both heroic and full of imposing.

"It's the Blood Moon!"

Ning Yuanshan, who had a goatee, arrived later, his face was cloudy, and he said in a deep voice: "Those guys in the Blood Moon of the Upper Realm have always been brutal and murderous. What happened to them in the rocks? How strange it could be to die! ”

On the corpse, Ning Yuanshan didn't see a fatal wound, he sensed that something was wrong, and asked everyone to be careful.

"I'll check it out."

Liu Qi, who reluctantly handed over his jujube red war horse to Pang Jian, fell from his companion's horse.

Seeing that Ning Yuanshan nodded slightly, he walked towards the pile of rocks when he got permission, he suddenly stopped when he passed Pang Jian, and then pulled out a spear from under the belly of his war horse, and then quickly entered the pile of stones.

"Don't go over the rest yet!" Ning Yuanshan turned back coldly.

Behind him, several people whose eyes glowed with excitement from the artifacts in the hands of the corpse crumbled their reins.

If it weren't for his scolding, these people would have planned to rush into the stone pile to investigate, just like Liu Qi.

The cultivators of the Blood Moon in the Upper Realm must have carried extraordinary artifacts with them, and as long as they could obtain any of them, they would be worthwhile, so they were almost broken in by greed.

The few people who had no choice but to stop finally looked at Liu Qi with envy and watched him arrive in front of the first corpse.

It was a young man of short stature, with his head in a bun and a white paper fan in his left hand.

His right hand was still holding the spell, as if to invoke some kind of life-saving secret technique, and he fled from the terrible stone pile.

In the open white paper fan, a few verdant bamboos were drawn, and a line of poetry was attached to the inscription.

"The pine, bamboo, and green are cold, and the rivers and mountains are twilight."

When Liu Qi got closer, he silently recited the verses of the inscription, and tore through the dead young man's robe with the tip of his gun, wanting to see if there were fatal wounds hidden under his clothes.

Suddenly, on the white paper fan held high by the dead youth, several green bamboos were gradually surrounded by blood.

A blood-colored bamboo that was drawn on the surface of the fan suddenly flew out, directly penetrating Liu Qi's forehead.

Liu Qi fell to the ground on his back, his eyebrows were "gurgling" with blood, and he was dying.

Pang Jian was taken aback, and subconsciously clenched his customary long knife, preparing to deal with unknown changes.

The white paper fan of the evil sect, and the bloody bamboo that killed people, were anomalies that he had not encountered in the Cen Lonely Mountains before.

After the blood bamboo assassinated Liu Qi, he retracted back into the white paper fan and dyed all the rest of the green bamboo red.

Inside the gray stone pile, in the fan with a white background, several red and bright blood-colored bamboos released bright red light, making everyone's faces change.

Ning Yuanshan's face sank like water, and he hummed, "You almost died." ”

Behind him, several would-be intruders were secretly afraid, and bowed their heads in shame when they heard the words.

Zhang Heng, who came on the same horse as Liu Qi, strangled the reins, fearing that the war horse would move forward out of control, and shouted strangely: "It's really evil!" ”

The crowd didn't dare to step forward again.

In their eyes, the corpses of the blood-colored crescent moon painted on their chests in the rubble pile have all turned into bloodthirsty monsters.

"Boy, go and bring me that white paper fan."

He Ziren, who was in a white robe who seemed to be spotless, his eyes suddenly lit up, he was not saddened by Liu Qi's death, but raised his hand and pointed at Pang Jian.

Ning Yuanshan frowned slightly, because he knew He Ziren's identity, he did not say anything to dissuade him.

"If you want to die, go over by yourself, and don't come to harm others."

The girl Ning Yao frowned coldly, first glared at He Ziren dissatisfied, then looked at Pang Jian and said, "I know your name is Pang Jian, we are not familiar with the Cen Lin Mountain Range, and we still need you to solve our doubts." ”

She was quite calm, obviously having experienced the storm and waves, and was not to be overwhelmed by the oddities in the stone pile.

"I'll just talk about it." He Ziren shook his head and smiled, not taking her seriously.

"Take people's money and eliminate disasters, can you tell me how this canyon is different from before?" Ning Yao still looked at Pang Jian, waiting for him to say how strange this place was.

"It's quieter. The wind used to howl and harsh, but now it is silent. Also, in the past, there were birds and birds on the peaks of the two walls, and there were beasts in the dark parts of the canyon, but now they are all gone. Pang Jian replied truthfully.

"Quiet......" Ning Yao thought for a while, and said, "What else?" ”

Pang Jian shook his head.

Ning Yao immediately stopped asking, and asked everyone to camp in front of the pile of rocks, and said, "The explorers who came to the Cen Lin Mountain Range are not only on our Ning family's side, we are only the first to arrive because we are the closest." ”

"Don't rush in, let's pay attention to the anomalies of those corpses first, and then wait for the other teams to come."

As soon as she entered the canyon, she saw a pile of rocks, and a powerful subordinate died, so that she did not dare to act rashly.

"The people of the other six major families will definitely hear the news, so they shouldn't make us wait too long." Ning Yuanshan agreed, and said, "Keep an eye on these Blood Moon corpses first, and then we will decide how to act when the other parties arrive." ”

The stone pile was in front of him, and the bell of the blood moon, the treasure fan, and the copper hammer were also close at hand, but everyone dared not covet it anymore.

After the horses were settled, several people set up camp and began to get busy one by one.

Pang Jian's face was expressionless, and he only glanced at He Ziren, who had planned to sacrifice him before.

He Ziren quickly noticed his gaze, grinned silently, and raised his hand to make a gesture to clasp his eyes.

"Uncle Yuanshan, everyone has traveled all the way, and they all need to stop and breathe, so I bother you to keep an eye on it first." Ning Yao said a little tiredly.

"Hmm."

Ning Yuanshan had this intention, and waved everyone to go to the tent to rest, while he and Pang Jian stayed outside.

"We are the Ning family, the Ning family...... Have you ever heard of it? ”

When Ning Yao and the others entered their tents, or sat quietly to breathe, or closed their eyes to take a nap, Ning Yuanshan pulled Pang Jian aside and took the initiative to ask.

Compared with the first meeting, his attitude has obviously become much more polite, and he no longer puts on a superior posture.

"The Ning family of the Seven Great Families?" Pang Jian was stunned.

"It doesn't seem like you don't know anything." Ning Yuanshan said proudly.

Next, he talked to Pang Jian about the anomaly of the Cen Lonely Mountain Range in a gossipy and homely tone.

He learned from Pang Jian that not long ago, a golden chariot, a huge sailing ship, and a white tower had fallen one after another.

"The gilded chariot of the Star River Alliance, the uncertain ferry of the Blood Moon, and the Heavenly Spirit Pagoda of the Yin Spirit Temple."

Ning Yuanshan stroked his beard, frowned deeply and whispered, through Pang Jian's description, he quickly confirmed the origin of the falling object, and then asked, "Do you see someone coming out?" ”

Pang Jian shook his head: "No." ”

"Okay, you can rest too." Ning Yuanshan didn't ask anymore.

After a while, he asked Pang Jian to help keep an eye on the surroundings, and he arrived in front of Ning Yao's tent.

He asked softly in front of the tent, and after getting Ning Yao's permission, he went in to discuss important matters with Ning Yao.

……

Night falls.

Because the sun, moon and stars are not seen all year round, the night of the Fourth Realm is extremely gloomy.

Without embarking on the path of cultivation, it is difficult for ordinary ordinary people to see the surrounding scenery clearly at night in the Fourth Realm.

In the tent next to Pang Jian, everyone from the Ning family was seizing the time to breathe, so that they could deal with the next situation energetically.

Pang Jian in the night couldn't see the corpses of those who belonged to the Blood Moon cultivators, but the white paper fans, bells, copper hammers and other things actually emitted a faint brilliance in the dim environment.

The light shone on the bodies and cheeks of the deceased, making them look very eerie and terrifying, making Pang Jiandu frown secretly.

He observed silently, and saw that there was nothing abnormal in the corpse, and the white paper fan, bell, and copper hammer also remained in their original state, so he gradually relaxed his heart.

But every time he couldn't help but look at it, he always felt that those dead Blood Moon cultivators seemed to continue to run forward at a certain moment.

Pang Jian, who was a little hairy in his heart, couldn't calm down, and in desperation, he quietly stayed away from the tent of the Ning family and others, and found a remote place to practice the "Hutian Qi Cultivation Technique".

Pang Jian, who finally succeeded in meditation and was able to maintain a clear mind, quickly entered the so-called "awakening" state when he looked at the wonders inside of himself.

Almost at the moment when he was "awakened", he sensed the existence of "qi" and felt that there was a strange aura of gentleness and neutrality around him.

"Reiki."

He suddenly knew that he was practicing hard at home, but he couldn't feel the aura for a long time, not because there was something wrong with his cultivation method.

It's because of the wilderness location where his home is located, the aura is too thin, and it is difficult for him to be keenly aware of it.

The Cen Lin Mountain Range, which was only separated from his house for more than ten miles, had a strong aura several times stronger, and he felt the aura all of a sudden.

Pang Jian, who was secretly surprised, hurriedly tried to guide the so-called heaven and earth aura into his body in the way described in the "Hutian Qi Nourishing Technique" and sank it into his dantian spiritual sea.

In his visualization, his dantian spiritual sea turned into a "spirit pot", and with his breathing, the external heaven and earth spiritual energy was inhaled by the "spirit pot".

Gradually, Pang Jian not only felt the presence of the aura, but also found that the aura did not sink into the dantian with his breathing.

The aura of heaven and earth around him was attracted by the "spirit pot" he visualized, and it directly entered his body from the dantian acupoint next to his navel.

- It is not breathed through the mouth and nose.

A moment later, Pang Jian, who was silently cultivating, suddenly felt another force from the pile of rocks.

This power is different from the aura of heaven and earth, full of mania and evil, and it is actually attracted by his "spirit pot".

In the stone pile, the white paper fans, bells, and copper hammers held by the bones of the Blood Moon cultivators all shone with a striking glow.

"Whew! Woohoo! ”

Pang Jian's familiar mournful wind howl, like a ghost crying, suddenly came from the pile of rocks.

It seems that there are powerful ghosts and demons buried deep in the earth, suddenly awakened by some kind of power, and let out a weeping and screaming in the Nine Shadows Land.

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