After Zhou Qingchen left, He Ziren, who was finally willing to speak out, stared at Pang Jian coldly.

Pang Jian was like a lone wolf, staying alone in a secluded corner, always maintaining a posture of meditation and pranayama.

With his head down, he didn't care at all about the inside of the pile of rocks, and the exploration of the Zhou and Ning families.

He Ziren's words also fell on deaf ears.

"I'm asking you."

Seeing that Pang Jian was silent, He Ziren, who was dissatisfied when he saw him for the first time, suddenly became cold.

The young master of the He family, who had been ignored by Zhou Qingchen for a long time and had nowhere to vent his anger, did not expect that a little Orion would dare to ignore his question.

He frowned and looked at it, and found that the gloomy cold air emanating from the stone pile was actually gathering thickly beside Pang Jian.

He Ziren was immediately alarmed, looked at Pang Jian in surprise, and touched it lightly.

Pretending not to hear his question, Pang Jian, who was immersed in cultivation, thought that He Ziren would not care about him, but he didn't expect that this son of the He family would not give up.

In desperation, Pang Jian was forced to stop absorbing the "Xuanyin Qi", raised his head slightly and said, "I don't know. ”

"What are you doing?"

When he approached, he felt that the temperature around Pang Jian was extremely low, but he didn't plan to let him go easily.

"The aura locked in the Jedi contains the power of the cold and poisonous Xuanyin, which is not something that ordinary people can withstand. If I'm not mistaken, you were absorbing the power of Xuanyin before, right? You...... Is it still unharmed? ”

He Ziren took a breath, as if he had discovered a new continent, and snorted coldly in a low voice: "Boy, what kind of poisonous trick are you cultivating?" ”

Only the right method, or the unpopular evil monk, would dare to try to channel this kind of "Xuanyin power" into the body, and slowly refine the yin and poisonous power hidden in it.

A little Orion actually knew how to refine the "power of Xuanyin", which made He Ziren suspicious.

The cold light in his eyes flickered, he carefully examined Pang Jian, thought of several ways to torture people in his mind, and said in his heart: "Perhaps, you can get some unexpected gains from this Orion." ”

Pang Jian said indifferently: "You are wrong. ”

"Am I mistaken?"

He Ziren stepped forward, grabbed the shirt on Pang Jian's chest, and lifted him up.

The sharp-eyed son of the He family stared directly at Pang Jian, sneering and threatening: "Boy, a lowly hunter like you, if I am in a bad mood, I will kill it." ”

"And you ......"

He Ziren grinned, raised Pang Jian higher, and said mockingly: "If you dare to touch me, with your origin and status, you will have no place in the entire Fourth Realm. ”

He Ziren, who has the cultivation of the Tongmai realm, has smooth meridians in his body, and his spiritual power runs freely, which can be described as infinitely powerful.

Under his strong strength, Pang Jian, who was taller and stronger than him, was lifted into the air by him.

Pang Jian, who couldn't be down-to-earth, eagerly took out the long knife on his waist in a panic, intending to fight desperately.

"Wow!"

He Ziren shook his head and sneered, and his body suddenly flashed with a hazy brilliance, covering his whole body with spiritual power.

"With the long knife in your hand, you don't even have the qualifications to break my flesh and skin."

He Ziren swayed Pang Jian's body, swayed him like a kite, and encouraged him in a humiliating tone: "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try." ”

"Dangdang!"

Pang Nut really stabbed with a knife and slashed at He Ziren's arm, but it seemed to be split on a copper wall, failing to break He Ziren's flesh and skin, and not causing him the slightest harm.

He Ziren smiled strangely: "It's useless what I said." ”

Seeing that he couldn't help He Ziren, and was still lifted high by this person's clothes, he couldn't even get out, Pang Jian looked at the pile of rubbles with a cold face.

The Ning family and the Zhou family need someone who is familiar with the Cen Lin Mountain Range, and they can't do without him for the time being until the exploration mission is completed.

- He was going to make some noise.

"Answer my question, or you'll die in no time."

He Ziren suddenly stopped the shaking hand, so that Pang Jian's body could stabilize in mid-air, and then he pressed Pang Jian's dantian Linghai with his other hand, and said softly: "As long as it can be proved that you have cultivated the evil law, I will have a reason to kill you, and Ning Yao's side will naturally be able to explain the past." ”

Pang Jian, who knew that he couldn't avoid it, had no choice but to scream loudly, trying to attract the attention of the Zhou family and the Ning family.

But his screams were muffled by the shrill whistling sound coming from the depths of the rubble.

This time the howl was more and more terrible, and it was no longer the sound of the wind, but like the roar of some kind of hidden monster!

As soon as this sharp and strange roar came out, both inside and outside the pile of rocks, everyone who listened to it bleeded from their ears and noses, as if they were bombarded by some kind of evil spirit frenzy.

Not only the people from the Ning family and the Zhou family in the pile of rocks, but even the one-horned rhinoceros and the war horses outside were all hit hard, and they all looked lost.

Pang Jian's chest was hot, and the bronze plaque that was close to his skin shone with a glimmer of light, so that his mind and will not be affected by the strange whistling sound.

He came back to his senses in an instant, and immediately saw that He Ziren had raised his arm, which was already hanging weakly.

Not only that, but even the hazy brilliance of He Ziren's spiritual power on his body disappeared due to the screaming sound in the stone pile.

Inside and outside the rubble, everyone who was eroded by the whistling sound looked confused, as if they didn't know who they were.

If the screams that could pierce the eardrums continued to come out, Pang Jian immediately realized that the people of the Ning family and the Zhou family might have encountered a dangerous and terrifying situation in the pile of rocks.

When his feet hit the ground and he stepped back on the thick ground, he immediately clenched the long knife in his hand with both hands.

A sharp and piercing whistling sound, as if there was a magic force that led people to the abyss of evil, Pang Jian looked at He Ziren's distracted face with a long knife, and his pupils were as cold as an extremely cold ice cave.

After only a moment's hesitation, he stabbed He Ziren's heart with the tip of his knife with a fierce expression.

"Poof!"

Without the protection of the hazy aura, Pang Jian's blade immediately broke through the flesh and skin of the He family's son, and continued to penetrate deeper into his chest.

Under the intense stinging pain, He Ziren actually withstood the evil power contained in the whistle, and was suddenly awakened by the pain.

As soon as the young master of the He family, whose ears and nostrils were bleeding, woke up, he saw Pang Jian, who was not strong enough to be afraid, stabbing his chest with a knife in both hands.

The He family, who was born in the Fourth Realm, and the noble son, who has always been looked up to by ordinary people, can't believe his eyes.

His bleeding face looked extremely terrifying, his eyes were full of rage and irritability, and he stared at Pang Jian, who was still desperately exerting his strength, trying to do something.

"Then I'll try."

Pang Jian chose to look directly at him, his tone and expression were extremely calm, and there was no fear or uneasiness in his eyes.

The blade continued to deepen, and Pang insisted on the knife's hands without a trace of trembling, as if such a thing had been done countless times.

"You!"

He Ziren opened his mouth to speak under the heart-rending pain, but only a mouthful of thick blood gushed out.

"Boom!"

Like Liu Qi, he also fell to the ground with his back to the sky, and Pang Jian's long knife was still stuck in his chest.

With the help of a strange scream, after stabbing He Ziren to death who had been deliberately plotting to kill him, Pang Jian took a deep breath and pulled out the blood-stained long knife violently.

When the blood sprayed wildly, Pang Jian avoided it like electricity, and looked at the pile of rocks with a long knife that smelled of blood.

He was judging what kind of terrifying crisis the people from the Ning family and the Zhou family who had entered the stone pile, and he saw phantom shadows floating out of the corpses of those Blood Moon cultivators.

The shadow was also blurry, similar to the "beastly evil" aura that had been sucked out by his "Hutian Qi Cultivation Technique" before, and should have entered his spiritual sea.

These shadows were in human form, and because they were of a much higher rank than the "Beast Demon", even he could see them with the naked eye.

One by one, the ghosts of the dead cultivators turned into shadows, and after flying out of the corpses, they rushed towards the people of the Ning family and the Zhou family, and some of the ghosts even escaped into the bodies of the living.

The person who was possessed by the shadow suddenly lost his consciousness and began to kill the people around him.

"Demons? Revenant? ”

Pang Jian was secretly surprised, shocked by a vision beyond the scope of his cognition, and froze in place for a moment.

"Boom!"

From behind the tall Zhou Qingchen, a towering crimson mountain suddenly emerged, slowly rising above his head.

The Red Mountain suspended in the void, majestic and solemn, releasing a majestic aura, as if it could deter the evil of the heavens.

Zhou Qingchen, who was in a state of distraction and shock, recovered his sanity in time with the emergence of the Red Mountain, and suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "The sky is full of red clouds!" ”

In the magnificent sacred mountain that was slowly rising, a dazzling red glow suddenly rushed out, enveloping the people around him.

"They're not from the Blood Moon, they're guys from the Yin Spirit Temple! They're just wearing the clothes of a blood moon! Damn, it was the people of the Yin Spirit Temple who died in this Jedi, and the souls of the dead transformed into high-level spirits! ”

After Zhou Qingchen, Han Duping, who was awakened by the crimson glow, stomped his feet angrily and scolded his mother.

"People from the Yin Spirit Temple?"

Ning Yuanshan, Ning Yao and others were also awakened one after another, all cursing the cultivators of the Yin Spirit Temple, why did they put on the clothes of the Blood Moon after they died, and Han Duping, who was harmed, misjudged and made everyone enter the stone pile prematurely.

Ning Yuanshan, who was shouting loudly, took out the Yanlong Stone Pillar that had previously helped Pang Jian resist the "Beast Evil", and once again ignited a sea of fire, covering several people who were possessed by the "Spirit Evil".

Under the hot power of the supreme yang, the "spirit evil" was forced to flee from the possessed person's body and hid in the cool place next to it.

At this time, Zhou Qingchen, Han Duping, as well as Ning Yuanshan, Ning Yao and others all exerted their strength, each calling out their own utensils to hunt down and kill those "spirits" who showed their traces.

Several cultivators who have reached the Tongmai realm work together to either annihilate or expel the so-called high-level "spiritual evil".

"Giggles, that didn't kill you."

Suddenly, there was a soft and coquettish laughter, through the white paper fan, and when everyone looked away, they saw blood-red bamboos, flying out from the white paper.

The blood bamboos were like bones and muscles, woven and built in the void, and quickly turned into an ethereal blood shadow with a bewitching posture.

The blood shadow that did not reveal its true face did not touch the ground, and flew through the void with a coquettish smile, drifting towards the depths of the Cen Lonely Mountain Range.

"Little ones, I'm inside first, we'll see you again. Heh, I have been trapped in that broken fan for hundreds of years, and I can finally get out, and I will never be banned by the old things of the Yin Spirit Temple again. ”

The woman with a slender figure muttered all the way, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

The "spirits" who escaped from the hands of the Zhou family and the Ning family followed her from all directions when she drifted away, and they also disappeared from everyone's field of vision one by one.

The frightened crowd wanted to chase after her, but it was far from her departure speed, and they could only watch her and the "spirit" disappear.

"Boom! Bang! ”

Not long after she left, the one-horned rhinos that the Zhou family rode fell to the ground one after another and died.

The cultivators who came with Zhou Qingchen also died a lot in this catastrophe, and on the Ning family's side, except for Ning Yao and Ning Yuanshan, only Zhang Heng was still alive.

In a short period of time, the Zhou Ning family suffered heavy losses, and the two families were also disgraced and felt greatly frustrated.

"Why did He Ziren die?"

After Ning Yuanshan came to his senses, he came to the outside of the pile of rocks, and immediately found the son of the He family who was lying in a pool of blood.

The hideous blood hole in He Ziren's chest was still "bubbling" outward, and he looked at the sky with his eyes open as he fell to the ground, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

Pang Jian, who was carrying a blood-stained long knife, stood quietly aside, without saying a word.

Ning Yuanshan looked serious and asked in a cold voice, "What did you do?" ”

"I'm possessed by spirits, too." Pang Jian said helplessly.

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