As he spoke, sharp arrows shot out from the bowstring, hurrying towards the end of the Kui Jingyi, Qiao Ciguang and the others.

Zhongkui Jingyi, Qiao Ciguang, and the other demon clans, their faces turned white, and it was obvious that Fu and Ning had lost their memory!

But at this moment, the two of them have reached the stage of incarnation.

Even if they didn't cast any spells, the power of this arrow was enough to make them feel terrified!

Whew......

Sneer......

The sound of breaking the air and the trembling of the bowstring echoed in the air, and both Jingyi and Qiao Ciguang narrowly avoided wave after wave of attacks, but the monsters behind them were spurting blood wildly, letting out a terrible scream, and in the blink of an eye, most of them were dead.

Bang!

Da Da Da ......

A group of loose cultivators followed the direction the old man had said, and walked on a deserted street.

An independent courtyard, in the southeast direction of the courtyard, there is a towering tree, the leaves are luxuriant, covering the sky and the sun.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard was hidden, and a few women's chuckles could occasionally be heard.

Jiang Fengwu stopped in front of the courtyard gate, and the rest of the scattered cultivation also stopped.

Jiang Fengwu looked inside, but saw five women, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, swinging around on the trees, talking and laughing, looking very happy.

An emaciated child with his hands on his knees looked sullen.

Her petite body resembles a statue in the night.

"Someone goes." Jiang Fengwu said immediately.

"How much is the accommodation?"

The green-clothed elder next to him immediately nodded, his eyes turned over everyone, and he found a slightly weaker monk, and immediately pointed out, "You go!"

Like the old man just now, this young casual cultivator did not dare to refuse.

He plucked up his courage, squeezed out of the crowd, stepped forward, checked it with his supernatural powers, and after making sure that there was no problem, he came to the child's side, "Son, how much does this room cost?" ”

The child stood there, his eyes fixed on him, as if he had not heard at all.

The pale young cultivator, although he was a little annoyed, finally held back, walked into the courtyard, and said to the woman swinging, "Auntie, how much does this room charge?" ”

The woman was sitting on the swing, and when she heard this, she immediately stretched out a hand, pointed to the side, and said, "You don't have to pay the bill, you can take it yourself." ”

Hearing this, the young Sanxiu with a sallow face hurriedly said, "Thank you." ”

Then he walked briskly under a tree, took out a thick rope from his bosom, tied it around his neck, and hung himself on the swing.

The rope was like a small snake, writhing rapidly, pulling him up from the ground.

Not long after, the dark-skinned young cultivator also swayed in the evening breeze with the people around him......

Jiang Fengwu and the others didn't find out about this strange thing.

After a while, seeing that the loose cultivator he sent out had entered his residence safe and sound, Jiang Fengwu immediately said, "You all come in, settle down for the time being." ”

The crowd echoed in unison.

Therefore, Jiang Fengwu just stood still, and many scattered cultivators behind him also entered this house one after another, went to the tree, and then hung it on the tree.

After a while, the lush trees were covered with corpses, large and small.

As the night blew, all the corpses made a tinkling sound, as if they were being blown by a strong wind, making a dull crashing sound.

Jiang Fengwu watched everyone settle down without any surprises, and nodded.

Still, he remained vigilant, waited for a while, and after making sure everything was safe, he walked towards a tree that didn't swing much.

Biyun Peak.

Towering mountain peaks, endless, like a painter's strokes, fade away until they disappear into the boundless sky, as if leading to another unknown, untouchable, unreachable world.

Green smoke curls through the forest.

At this time, there are bursts of sound here, birds and flowers, birds and flowers, birds and flowers in the forest, and birds and flowers.

The foot of the mountain, which was originally empty, suddenly became cold!

Countless people's grievances, grievances, and curses converged from all directions, like stormy waves, like stormy waves, and gradually turned into a huge whirlpool.

A moment later, a gate emerged from the vortex.

This gate is magnificent, by tens of thousands of skulls as the cornerstone, the archway is gorgeous, fairy spirit, on both sides of the doorpost, crawling with dense vines, on which is full of hideous worms.

Click!

The door opened, and a man dressed in black and carrying a long sword stepped out of it.

It's none other than Zhan Wuji!

As soon as he entered Qingyao Mountain, Zhan Wuji hid all the momentum on his body.

This mountain range is originally a land of the demon realm.

Although this place is near Qingyao Mountain, it can't be fanfare, lest it be discovered by high-level monsters.

Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji turned around and glanced at Baicao Town in the distance.

He stretched out a hand and shook it towards the Void of White Grass Town.

In the next moment, Baicao Town, together with the nearby land, rose into the air and soared into the sky, like a giant bird, without any resistance, and was directly forced to Qingyao Mountain.

Bang!

Whitegrass Town, a barren land.

Ayong's home.

Houses have long been destroyed.

Like a flat land, with a smell of decay and anger, under a low wall that had collapsed, the cursed ghost in the form of "inverse" immediately stretched out countless invisible threads from its two bodies and disappeared into the air.

At the same time, behind the "reversal", invisible filaments appeared, which were connected to his body by a mysterious force.

In an instant, the fates of the two were linked together, the momentum on the cursed god's body was gradually recovering, the broken body was also automatically connected, the injury healed quickly, it was completely healed in the blink of an eye, and the sword mark disappeared completely!

The cursed ghost got up from the ground, looked over the gravel, and looked at the "reverse", the two looked exactly the same, had the same temperament, and dressed exactly the same, as if they were looking in the mirror.

Zhan Wuji urged the [Eclipse Secret Record] to push all his power to the extreme, and then, he began to plunder the fate of his opponent!

Seeing this, there was no expression on his face, but his appearance changed in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, his figure became taller, his skin became old, his hair became gray, and his appearance had become an old man in his last years.

One of his eyes was intact, while the other was a pair of black eyes, which looked extremely strange.

A pungent stench permeated him.

This kind of smell is very familiar to Zhan Wuji, when he first came to Baicao Town, he felt this smell from that wall.