Under the gaze of those silent eyes, Xue Ding, Wei Ling, Meng Juntong and his party left in the direction of Yin Soul Ridge.

In an inconspicuous small stone house, an elderly man sitting on the couch coughing slowly raised his head: "Are they all gone?"

It was a middle-aged man who had been staring at the window, and he watched the group walk away, and then returned to the old father's bed and replied: "Daddy, those strangers are going in the direction of Yin Soul Ridge." ”

The man seemed to hesitate for a while and then spoke: "Daddy, really don't stop them, there are ...... in that ridge now."

"Shut up," the old man slapped the edge of the bed violently, perhaps because he was breathing, and the cough was getting worse and worse.

The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped his mouth, didn't dare to say any more, stepped forward and gently patted the old father's back.

Since the disappearance of his younger brother, his father has become ill and has become more and more sick, and the man does not dare to stimulate his old father anymore.

After a long while, the old man finally stopped coughing, and he let out a long sigh and said, "The one who woke up in the ridge is not as simple as you think. At the moment, his blood food is not enough, and he can't do without that Yin Soul Ridge, but in this matter of ten miles and eight villages, what can escape his old man's eyes, if we take action to block his old man's blood food, who do you think will be able to get good in the future. ”

The man didn't dare to say anything, and only said in his heart that it was a pity that the little girl in the team who was the same age as his daughter was born so beautiful and beautiful, but this time she was destined not to leave this Yin Soul Ridge alive.

"There is Yin Feng Ridge in front of us, and everyone lights torches and gathers together. Wei Ling commanded everyone to hold together as Meng Juntong had told him before.

Each of these torches is dyed with black dog blood, light the yang fire, the yang energy on the black dog blood will continue to rise, if you hold a group, the effect will be better.

Sure enough, more than a dozen torches were raised, and everyone suddenly felt that the cold feeling on their bodies was swept away.

"Don't take it lightly, there's Yin Soul Ridge ahead. It is conservatively estimated that hundreds of people in the village have been infected with the corpse plague and have been taken into this Yin Soul Ridge, and they will definitely encounter it in a while. Wei Ling beckoned, and he also drew the saber he carried with him.

Wei Ling did not follow his master Bai Xingxue boxing, but chose sword cultivation after many years of travel in the rivers and lakes, although the sword in his hand is not a famous weapon on the Jianghu Divine Weapons spectrum, but it is also a boutique from the famous sword house of Dongyue, the blade is out of the sheath, and there is a sharp sword intent overflowing immediately.

Xue Dingben was an expert in forging weapons, and he couldn't help but look at the sword twice.

"This sword has the taste of Dongyue Yishui Sword House, Xiao Xiao Yishui Cold. ”

"Mr. Xue has good eyesight, this sword was forged for me by Master Xiao himself, but it's a pity that I didn't find the best ice crystal Xuaniron, otherwise this sword may not be able to enter the Jianghu Divine Soldier Spectrum. Speaking of this, Wei Ling's eyes had a slight taste of regret.

"There are so many divine soldiers in the world, and where is a divine soldier spectrum that can cover them all, as long as the weapons fit with themselves, good quality is still second. ”

These two soldier idiots are actually a little carried away when it comes to weapons.

Meng Juntong coughed lightly twice: "I said two, can you leave your discussion about weapons here, and talk about it in detail when you go out." ”

Wei Ling also remembered this stubble, and couldn't help blushing and waved his hand: "I can't help it, I can't help it, let's continue on the road." ”

A dozen torches walked slowly along the rugged mountain path.

This torch is sprinkled with the best East China Sea whale oil, its burning is extremely long, and you don't have to worry about extinguishing it if you light it for three days and nights, but the dog blood on the torch will be burned, if the black dog blood is gone, the effect of the torch to promote the sun will not exist.

Everyone knew about this, and they all quickened their pace and walked towards the depths of the ridge.

The night is getting darker and darker, Xue Ding and Wei Ling are both little grandmasters and masters, and their sensory and eyesight are already extremely strong, which is very comparable, so these two people open the way, and the other is the queen, taking care of the beginning and the end.

As for Meng Juntong, although she has not reached that level in martial arts, after all, she has immortal arts, and her perception of yin and evil things is still obvious.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of a rope on the left side of the road.

"Look, something is approaching us. Meng Juntong's ears moved slightly, reminding everyone around him.

Wei Ling's eyes were cold: "No matter what it is, slash and kill it when you come up, don't hesitate at all." ”

Many times life and death are a matter of an instant, those who are one step faster live, and those who are one step slower die, Wei Ling has seen too many things in the rivers and lakes.

What's more, what they are facing now is likely not to be people at all.

There was a howl of the beast, and everyone first saw several gray shadows swept high, and then a pair of eyes with a blinking red light streaked across the air.

But before they could land, a faint crimson light swept through the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, those flying wolves that jumped into the air were directly cut in mid-air one by one.

There was a loud noise, and then everyone smelled the thick smell of blood.

"The beasts in this ridge have also been infected with the corpse plague, let's go quickly. "At the moment when the flying wolf was killed, Meng Juntong smelled the smell of corpses hidden under the blood, and the evil smell could never escape Meng Juntong's nose.

Originally, they thought that they would have to face hundreds of corpsed villagers at most, but now it seems that they still underestimated the drought in the Yin Soul Ridge.

Now in this entire Yin Soul Ridge, all the living beings are probably already contaminated with the corpse plague and have become the walking corpse of the Drought Demon.

As the flying wolf was slain, the surrounding bushes and jungles made more and more noises, as if something was rushing towards them for an unknown number of things.

"Don't mess around, follow me. Xue Ding crossed the Basheng Sword, greeted everyone, and began to speed up his pace and move forward.

He can't run wildly, although then he will be fast, but the rest of the team will definitely not be able to keep up, and if the rest of the people fall behind here, it will definitely be a dead end.

Less than 100 meters had they passed, when they heard a roar, and an unknown beast with black hair and red eyes leaped out of a tall bush and smashed it like a cannonball on their path.

"It's Hei Li!" Meng Juntong recognized the monster at a glance: "Brother Xue, fight quickly!"

Where do you want Meng Juntong to inform you, Xue Ding's knife has already fallen towards the black sword early in the morning, and the bright knife gang lights up the night sky in an instant.