Spring was supposed to be the time when the green flowers bloomed, but after the convoy passed through the Mingfeng Canyon, the scenery was completely different, people only felt a cold wind from the cold canyon, like a blade made people tremble, the temperature dropped a lot, and then everyone only felt a dusk into the eyes, the other side of the long canyon can be said to be barren, the trees are withered and yellow, everything is withered, but this is not because of the drought, because the road here is wet and muddy.

"Because of the excess yin qi here, the grass and trees are infested by the yin qi, and the survival is also yellow, and even more white color, remember that the water here should not be drunk casually, it is easy to be poisoned" The coachman looked at the shocked Chen Zijing and kindly reminded.

After thanking the old man, Chen Zijing no longer cared about the outside scenery, and returned to the oxcart tent, he actually had plenty of time to rest, because he could use intermediate drugs to assist in cultivation infinitely, but he wanted his foundation to be more stable, and after all, it was difficult to cultivate in the car, so he spent more time on completely absorbing and refining the residual medicinal power in his body.

The convoy walked calmly for three whole days, and Chen Zijing, who was sitting in the car, was immersed in cultivation, and just as he was still concentrating on cultivation, he suddenly heard a loud roar: "The yin wind is coming! Everyone pay attention, park the vehicle at the leeward place! Tie the horses and goods with ropes!"

Outside was like a frying pan, the noise was loud, Chen Zijing immediately leaned out, and saw that the old handlebar style was busy driving the ox cart behind a boulder, his face was white and terrifying, Chen Zijing had never seen such an expression on the face of this old handlebar who had seen the world for a long time.

"Old He, what's wrong, what do you mean by shouting that the yin wind is coming from outside just now?" Chen Zijing quickly realized that something big was going to happen, and hurriedly jumped out of the car, looking up to see that there was chaos all around, and the long convoy was looking for a place to hide.

When I turned my head again, I saw that the sky in the distance was a strange red, and the temperature around me dropped a lot again.

This color is not the kind of red of the sun's afterglow, but really red like blood, it looks like there is a strange sense of decadence, making people feel creepy, there is no wind but it is quiet and makes people chill, there is obviously a quiet atmosphere before the storm, Chen Zijing immediately started to help the old man use the rope with the thickness of his arm to fix the vehicle from all sides.

"I can't tell you about the yin wind, but you'll know in a while, I didn't expect to meet this thing! I won't necessarily meet it in decades! Now hurry up and set up the tent, and don't make a noise for a while, I hope we won't be too unlucky!" said the old handlebar without raising his head, and the movements of his hands did not stop for a moment.

Due to the rush of time and the limited place to hide, there were seven or eight people sitting in the tent of Lao Shi and Chen Zijing, the tent was next to the ox cart, and the cattle were also driven into the tent and crowded with people, this animal was honest, cowering in the corner and motionless.

"Don't make a sound for a while, don't look out, especially don't move when you hear any movement!" The old man patiently admonished some of the novices around him, because he obviously saw some young and vigorous martial artists, with curious and disdainful expressions on their faces, obviously unimpressed by his words.

"He Lao, what do you mean by movement?" someone curiously asked a question that many people wanted to know.

"I don't know, anyway, if there is any movement for a while, everyone should not go out, I hope this time it can turn evil into good fortune. He Lao shook his head blankly, obviously not wanting to say anything more.

Soon there was a whining wind outside the tent, and the sky outside slowly turned from blood red to darken, until the sky and the earth were dark, and then the wind gradually began to blow and gradually became stronger, and slowly a ghost crying wolf howled from far and near.

At first, Chen Zijing thought that it was caused by the rumors, but gradually he noticed that something was wrong, and secretly said in his heart: "Why does this sound seem to be a lot of people crying together? And it's getting closer and closer......"

People are starting to get nervous, and everyone has seen storms, but this strange situation is really unheard of, and of course there are those who dare not take it seriously.

"I said He Lao, what's so strange about this wind? As for making you so nervous?" A martial artist surnamed Wang asked He Lao suspiciously, this is a martial artist who has been in the killing field for a long time, has a martial artist who has a fifth-level cultivation of a martial apprentice, and has countless life and death experiences, and generally does not fear anything.

"Stop talking, this is just the beginning, be careful to let them target you!" He Lao said in a trilled voice that was about to cry, and then immediately covered his mouth and nose and looked out of the tent in horror.

I saw that the outside of the tent was accompanied by a huge sound of wind, a little bit of fire gradually lit up, and then there was a burst of footsteps and the sound of iron locks striking in the distance, like a marching team, the footsteps from far and near, until the sound came to the tent and passed by, which made people's heads swell.

The sound continued, and huge black shadows were reflected on the tent, each with a huge straw hat upside down, and obviously wearing a kind of coat that reached the sole of his shoes, although it was difficult to judge the specific appearance from the shadows reflected, but the figures of each one were at least three meters or more.

Some timid coachmen and handymen trembled, their pupils widened, and even tears began to roll uncontrollably. Chen Zijing and several of his martial artists couldn't hide their shock now, and completely broke off the idea of wanting to find out, because at this moment they felt a huge pressure, and that kind of coercion was unimaginably heavy, pressing on everyone's hearts.

Perhaps the coachmen and handymen were just stunned by this strange sight, but the warriors felt a real cold and fear.

"It's terrifying!I'm afraid that everyone has the strength of the peak of martial artists, and there may even be martial artists and above! How are these resentful spirits and ghosts formed!?" Chen Zijing's heart was very panicked, he was uncomfortable with the yin qi around him, although he didn't tremble, but it was also quite difficult.

"This time I came out to see a lot, I'm afraid I don't have the bizarre experience I have experienced today in my life" Chen Zijing thought silently, and at the same time tied the package tightly on his body with his hand.

At this time, there was a scream from time to time outside, and it seemed that someone's tent had been blown down by the wind, and then something unpredictable had happened.

Half an hour later, the procession outside the tent gradually moved away, except for the violent wind, there was no other movement, and a martial artist suddenly opened the curtain of the tent without greeting anyone, wanting to strengthen his courage and take a look at the situation outside.

"Don't!" He Lao and the others didn't have time to stop it, they heard a roar of "Ah!", and half of the warrior's body froze directly outside, and when everyone carried it back to the tent, the martial artist's eyes were wide open, and he had already lost his skills.

"This impulsive boy! The soul was taken away by the ghosts!" He Lao cursed in a low voice, and with a touch of his hand, the corpse's eyes were closed again, the ghosts sucked the soul, not all the ghosts left with the team, but some of the ghosts stayed, absorbing the yang soul, and they would not leave until at least the next day, and the team would need to wait two days before they could continue to set off.

The wind still didn't stop, and all kinds of sounds often sounded around, sometimes there were girls crying, sometimes children were chuckling, and some people heard a huge roar, like a giant beast galloping, no one would go out now, but still from time to time around heard screams nearby.

After a while, everyone quickly realized that their tent was obviously not strong enough, and the rivets on the ground gradually became loose.

At this time, everyone's faces changed color, the ghosts passing through here are not actively targeting humans at the moment, judging from the fact that they are marching in the same direction, it is obvious that they have a purpose, but if they find exposed humans nearby on the way, they will definitely be attacked.

Everyone had no way to discuss, so they could only send two people to quietly go out to strengthen the tent the next day when it was calmer, and the martial artists at this time no longer had the heroism they had at the beginning, and at this time, their faces were hideous, and they pushed the youngest Chen Zijing and another old handyman out.

Chen Zijing resisted the urge to kill people, these immoral warriors actually felt that they were easy to bully, Lao Tzu was usually outside but he was an absolute master, this time he actually asked you to use me as a shield to push out, are you going into the toilet with a lantern to find (death)?.

For this kind of attitude of falling into the well and being afraid of the hard at this critical time, Chen Zijing's eyes flashed with cold light, and he wrote down several martial artists in the tent one by one, and then quietly opened the curtain with the other handyman without saying much, he didn't want to expose his cultivation, and on the other hand, he was more curious about this strange yin wind, and his intuition told him that it might not be safe to hide in the tent.

The wind outside was still loud, and the two walked out of the tent, the old handyman's legs trembled, and it was difficult to complete the task of reinforcing the tent, so he sat down in front of the tent, and it seemed that once he noticed that something was wrong, he would definitely choose to rush back to the tent immediately.

Chen Zijing held a hammer in his hand and smashed a rivet and the clasp on the edge of the tent deep into the soil, and then repeated the same action around the tent until the back of the tent, when he was about to smash the last rivet into the soil, Chen Zijing suddenly felt a deep sense of crisis!

Then I suddenly heard a huge bang, knock, knock knock, knock out, knock out, knock out a huge ghost's head, and it was twenty or thirty feet high! The monster grabbed the tent on the ground as soon as he stretched out his hand, and Old Man He and a martial artist were directly caught in the monster's hands.