The sun is shining, and it is the time of the day when the yang energy is at its highest.

The goblins hide in the shadows.

When he came to the restaurant, he found that the caravan was the one he had met the previous night.

It's probably because the people here have seen a lot of bandits, mountain monsters, and left-handed demons, so they are especially wary of strangers approaching.

The people in the restaurant obviously also recognized Zhao Yingyun as the person he met last night.

In their experience, some strongmen will step on the caravan before they steal it.

It is to pretend to be a pedestrian, follow the front and rear of the caravan, find out how many dart masters, how many goods, how many people, and it is best to be able to see what kind of spells these people have.

Spells, in a big way, are divided into negative and masculine.

As for those neutral spells, the only thing Zhao Yingyun came into contact with was illusions, and artifacts with spatial properties, such as magic weapons such as the gift bag, and what he had heard of was spells such as the Qiankun in his sleeve.

Whether a person's spell is negative or positive can be seen with the eyes in many cases, but if a person hides it well, it is difficult to tell the difference.

And the spells on the body, the negative ones are often dark and white, and the color is dark, even if they are polished, they also give people a cold feeling, just like pure ice cubes and a piece of transparent glass, which looks the same at first glance, but it is completely different when you feel it carefully.

And the person who cultivates the positive method on the body will look more vivid in terms of temperament, personality and physiognomy.

He entered the restaurant, ready to eat something, after being in the fog for so long, his Bigu Dan had already been eaten, so he naturally needed to eat.

At the same time, he also wanted to inquire about the way to Guangyuan Mansion, and whether there was anything else.

The feeling of danger in his heart, the more he went forward, the more obvious it became, and he was wondering if there were people waiting for him, there were so many bandits here, so could it be because of the road he walked, there were robbers and pedestrians like bandits and mountain demons.

So he wanted to go the other way.

Entering the restaurant, he asked for a bowl of gruel, and then five flower cakes, and there was actually some spiritual rice in the porridge, although the portion was very small, but Zhao Yingyun could eat it clearly.

And the flower cake is the special food of this Nanling Mansion, but he doesn't know which flowers are mixed in it.

For him, who has already built a foundation, even if he is tricked by someone, he is not afraid, because if he uses robbery fire to build a foundation, he can be refined and burned in his stomach.

Among the talismans of his knot, there is its own power to break evil, and the poisonous gas of Gu insects belongs to yin and evil.

He drank the porridge and ate the bread slowly, not paying attention to the others.

And the others looked at him as if they were nothing.

He restrained his own breath, so that people couldn't see what he cultivated, but he was able to eat calmly among so many people and dare to walk alone, naturally he would not be an ordinary person, and no one would provoke him.

"Shopkeeper, I'll ask you for directions." Zhao Yingyun said.

"Oh, guest officer, please speak." The shopkeeper said.

"Excuse me, how many roads are there from here to Zhennanguan?" Zhao Yingyun said.

"Guest officer, you can ask the right person, if you want to talk about Zhennan Pass, there are three roads to go from here, one of which is all the way to the end, and the end is Zhennan Pass."

After speaking, he pointed to a smaller road next to him, and said: "Walk from here, walk more than 30 miles, you will encounter a river, and then go down the river, go ashore at Yinhuadu, go all the way to the north, you can go to Zhennanguan, if you don't know, then ask again." ”

"There is another one, just this side of the road, detour to Xuelong Mountain, follow the main road, and then ask for directions, you can also go to Zhennan Pass."

Zhao Yingyun looked at the three roads he pointed to and understood that the middle one should be the closest, and the other two were detours like brackets.

He didn't know where Yinhuadu was, but he knew that Xuelong Mountain was a very famous mountain in Nanling, and there was also a sect on the mountain, which was a more famous sect in this area of Nanling, and it was opened for less than three hundred years, and it could be regarded as the authentic sect of Xuanmen.

However, the people of this sect almost only walk in Nanling, and the spells in their sect are also very simple, mainly ice and snow.

Zhao Yingyun thought about it, and he had to try a different path.

The feeling in the dark made him uncomfortable.

After he had finished eating, the rest of the people in the restaurant were still drinking tea, and they were not in a hurry, as if they wanted to refresh themselves during this meal time.

After he had paid, he got up and left, and he walked towards the road of Snow Dragon Mountain.

This road is also quite spacious, probably because there is a Snow Dragon Sect in that area, so there are fewer thieves and mountain demons in that direction.

He walked all the way, passing by many villages, each of which was very wary of outsiders.

Zhao Chengyun found that there are more or less people in every village who can do spells, but looking at the complexion above his village, he knows what the situation is in this village.

It is gray and gloomy, mixed with the smell of incense.

He found that incense Shinto was the easiest to popularize, and that people only needed to offer their hearts in order to receive some kind of comfort and protection.

He went along the road without any trouble.

In these years, those who dare to go on the road alone are a little vigilant.

Moreover, the kind of temperament he has is not an ordinary person.

Zhao Yingyun looked at the snow-capped mountain from afar, and he was thinking about where the killing power in his heart came from.

After he changed his path before, the killing force weakened a lot, but not long after, the killing machine was like a vicious beast hidden in the deep water before, and after seeing the prey trying to escape, it hurriedly and quickly surrounded it.

At this moment, Zhao Yingyun felt as if he was surrounded.

He sat there, savoring it.

He's settled.

In this kind of situation where the heart is filled with a strong murderous intent, it is extremely difficult to settle down, and what you have to do is to feel where the danger comes from more intuitively.

The path of cultivation is lonely and dangerous, and often you don't even know where the danger comes from, but people can die just by simply traveling.

He calmed the anxiety in his heart, and slowly lowered his consciousness to that magic talisman.

Slowly, the killing machine became clearer and clearer.

He felt that the killing machine was one in front, one farther east, and one behind him.

He didn't know if he was in a hurry because he had changed the route back.

But from this, he thought of a possibility.

He poured out one object after another from his bag.

The bag contained a lot of what he had shared in that cave.

The main thing was the materials, rummaging through the materials, and he found something suspicious.

It was a bottle, and inside it was sand that glowed with starlight, but in the sand, he saw another worm.

The moment he saw this bug, his heart surged.