The Soul Extermination Cemetery is located in the west of the Zilan Kingdom, and the bottom of the Soul Exterminating Cemetery is covered with a thick black miasma

The corpses of the boy and his father and sister landed at the bottom of the Soul Destroying Cemetery, which was filled with poisonous mist and miasma, like falling birds

The poisonous mist miasma at the bottom of the Soul Destroying Cemetery was extremely powerful, and if you inhale one copy, it will immediately poison it and turn into dry bones

With a bang, the body of the boy's father fell on the rocks, his limbs broken, the ribbon he was tied to broke, and his sister fell by the river next to the rocks

The boy landed on a purple, red and yellow stone, this three-color stone, like a rectangular jade bed, the difference is that at the top of this three-color jade bed, there are seven raised concave points

The boy rolled to the three-color jade bed, and the seven big points on his back corresponded to the raised concave points on the jade bed, and at this time, the surroundings of the boy's body showed halos of different colors

Three hours later, the young man on the three-color jade bed had a convulsion all over his body, and his eyes suddenly opened

also rubbed his eyes painfully, and mocked slightly: I can't imagine that my sword dance cold, if I live another life, I will fall to such a point, sword dance cold, was the first swordsman in the snow country, the first assassin, not only steady, but also thoughtful, not only refusing anything or people, the arrogant character created by me is also the direct reason for his fall

Jian Wuhan recalled the memories of this young man, shook his head again and again, and sighed: Jun Mohan, rare, rare, your unfulfilled wishes, and what you want to do, I will complete it for you, and there will be no Sword Wuhan in the world after that, only Jun Mohan

In the distance, there was a sudden sound of drums, the sound was majestic, resounding through the sky, the drum sound had the effect of calming the spirits, Jian Wuhan closed his eyes, and repaired the damaged body

After nine drums, Jian Wuhan opened his eyes, he stood up from the three-color jade bed, he tried his best to see the bodies of his father and sister, but unfortunately his eyes were cloudy, coupled with the poisonous mist miasma, he couldn't see clearly at all

The originally thick poisonous mist miasma was now slightly loose, and the drums sounded again

The tenth sound of the drum, the poisonous mist miasma was loosened again, and with a strong desire to survive, Jun Mohan walked down the three-color jade bed, walked forward, and about a hundred meters later, he saw a black boulder, on which were written three big characters, "Death Stone"

Jun Mohan stepped on the past stone, and suddenly the wind blew violently, Jun Mohan was blown by the sudden wind, and lay on the ground, in front of which was a stone mansion, and there were five big characters written next to the stone mansion, and there was a strong and righteous array

Jun Mohan said with a smile: Unexpectedly, in this gloomy place, there is actually a Dao Sect formation, this is not a kind of irony

Jun Mohan stood up and slowly walked towards the stone mansion, where every ten meters on the walls of the stone mansion were inlaid with a fist-sized night pearl, making the originally dark space brighter

In the center of the stone mansion, there is an old man sitting cross-legged on a futon, with white hair and wearing rags

Jun Mohan couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw someone in the stone mansion, and hurriedly walked behind the old man despite the pain in his body

The old man didn't seem to know that there was another person around him, he still closed his eyes, the old man's rags seemed to be filled with gas, constantly swelling up, sweat drops gradually appeared on his forehead, and a trace of white mist slowly appeared on the top of his head

Suddenly, a purple light appeared from the old man's body, enveloping the old man like an egg, and the old man sat in it

Jun Mo said coldly: This old man's internal strength is strong, even when he was at his peak, it was less than one or two

The drums still beat in the sky

At this time, the drum sound had been thought about twenty-eight times, and when the drum sounded again, the old man's protective purple mang shrank into his body, this strange phenomenon, even Jun Mohan couldn't figure out what was going on

The drum still sounded again, and it was forty-eight times at this time, and the purple light outside the old man's body completely disappeared, and the robe that had originally swelled up gradually shrank

The robe had shrunk to the limit, clinging to the old man's skin,

Then, there was a strange sound, and I saw that the old man's body was gradually shrinking, and the old man, who was originally seven feet tall, was nearly six feet tall at this time, and his tattered robe was wet with sweat

Jun Mo said coldly: Could it be that he is resisting this drum, and this drum of requiem is a cruel criminal law for him!

Jun Mohan guessed well, the old man at this time was resisting the drumming of the town god with supreme internal strength

Jun Mohan sighed in his heart: What heinous crime did he commit, and he would be subjected to such a criminal law

Thinking of this, Jun Mohan took off his extremely tattered robe, wore only a pair of pants, and used his flexible right hand to wipe the sweat that kept flowing out for the old man

After a while, Jun Mohan's robe was already full of sweat, so he clamped it with his left armpit, wrung out the robe with his right hand, and continued to wipe it for the old man

At this time, the drum had sounded sixty-eight times, and the old man's pain was almost at the limit, just listening to the continuous explosion of bones all over his body, the pain in his body was naturally unknown

Seeing the old man's situation at this time, Jun Mohan remembered the painful shape of the pill that this body had taken before, and it was the same, Jun Mohan's eyes gradually turned red, and he could feel that this kind of heart-rending was no longer something ordinary people could bear

Jun Mohan said: Senior, you must persevere, and if you persist a little longer, it will be fine, you must persevere

Jun Mohan closed his eyes and read: The mind is not attached to the mind and releases the mind, Mo Ran has no soul and is sorrowful, the soul is brow-raised, the spirit platform is quiet and the water flows without being frightened, the cloud cares about the mind and does not matter, and the sword can swim in the world

Jun Mohan's recitation was the supreme meditation method in the official snow country, but Jun Mohan didn't know who the old man he was facing

The old man who endured torture in front of him was the "balanced evil way, there should be no joy" that made the people in the entire Zilan country famous and frightened

At this time, Ying Wuhuan was fully engaged in resisting the soul power of the drums, and he couldn't speak, but his gratitude to the young man beside him could not be described in words!

Ying Wuhuan kept counting the number of drums in his heart

Seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one

After the drum beat to ninety-nine eighty-one, it no longer sounded

Ying Wuhuan sighed: Finally passed this level

Half an hour later, Ying Wuhuan raised his palms to the sky, and the purple mang immediately appeared, and the originally tattered robe became gorgeous, and the scattered white hair was also neatly combed at this time

Ying Wuhuan stood up and looked at Jun Mohan

At the center of Ying Wuhuan's eyebrows, there was a mark of a black skeleton, Jun Mohan thought it was an evil demon, and thought to himself, it's over, at first I thought it was a desperate life, but I didn't expect it to be just a little late death

Ying Wuhuan saw Jun Mohan fainting, instantly hugged him in his arms, his right palm was attached to his chest, and the purple internal force continued to pour in, healing his injuries, in the process of healing, Ying Wuhuan found that this son had been poisoned in his body, the meridians of his body were broken, and the bones of his left hand had already been shattered

An hour later, Jun Mohan woke up, he felt that there was a hot current flowing in his body, making the originally painful body become soothing, he looked at Ying Wuhuan and asked: Are you a cult or a demon cult

Ying Wuhuan retracted his right palm and replied: I am a normal person, and there is no sect, you don't have to worry, what is your name

Jun Mohan replied: My name is Jun Mohan

Ying Wuhuan continued to ask: What is your father's name and where is it

Jun Mohan replied: My father is Jun Zhesheng, who is known as the Qilin Sword in the rivers and lakes, and now he is dead

was mentioned by Ying Wuhuan as his deceased father, Jun Mohan's eyes were full of tears, in fact, he had no feelings for this Jun Zhesheng, but there was a sound about Jun Mohan, and he couldn't help but burst into tears, randomly stood up from Ying Wuhuan's arms, and ran out

Ying Wuhuan secretly wrapped Jun Mohan with a strong internal force and followed out of the stone mansion, and found a white bone on the chaotic stone hill by the Lechuan River, as well as a white bone by the river, from this point of view, these two bones are the Qilin Sword Jun Zhesheng and the Holy Maiden Sword Jun Mirou who were eroded by this poisonous mist miasma, Jun Mohan dug two graves by the river with his hands, and buried his father and sister in it

After Jun Mohan finished all this, he looked at Ying Wuhuan and said: Senior, I think your martial arts must be higher than my father, can you ask me to practice martial arts, so that the younger generation can avenge this family revenge, Jun Mohan finished speaking, his face was full of determination.

Ying Wuhan looked at his eyes, and saw that there were no impurities in his eyes, he was indeed a simple-minded back, and there was a family feud, although Ying Wuhuan knew that there was no hope of practicing martial arts with strange poison in his body, so he had to ask rhetorically: Han'er, you are eight years old this year

Jun Mohan's face was slightly red and said: Senior, I am already sixteen years old

Ying Wuhuan sighed secretly in his heart: It's late, he looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes became more and more resolute, and he seemed to have made up his mind, and said: I Ying Wuhuan has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, and I have never accepted an apprentice, so I will accept you today

Balance the evil way should be no joy, since he broke the rules of death for those who enter the stone mansion, and even accepted the only apprentice in his life, as the only son of the Jun family, he must not be able to enter his sect, and he has a strange poison in his body, and he cannot pass on what he has learned all his life

This is really a huge joke that the sky has made to Ying Wuhuan, a huge and incomparably ridiculous, and a huge and incomparably ironic

Year after year, the young man under the Soul Destroying Cemetery was already eighteen years old at this time, he had undergone Ying Wuhuan's internal force treatment, and his face was beautiful, and this kind of recovery method was no longer what ordinary people thought, but it was still far from Jun Mohan's idea of wanting to practice

And Ying Wuhuan still suffered a cruel criminal law every three months, and today is another day in March, Jun Mohan saw Ying Wuhuan's nervous look, and asked the question that he had never dared to ask in his heart

Jun Mohan asked respectfully: Master, you are so powerful, why are you tortured here, the disciple does not think that this drum sound will make people so painful, but has the effect of calming the soul

Ying Wuhuan shook his head and said: This is not torture, but a heavy injury to the teacher's body, and this drum has the ability to mobilize internal force

Jun Mohan asked: Then why don't you leave this place

There should be no joy to arrive: Here, the yin qi is extremely reborn with the "Dust Sacrifice Refining Soul Fruit" which can not only cure my illness, but also help me reach the realm of sanctification, and this "Dust Sacrifice Refining Soul Fruit" is a coveted thing by the martial arts and demons

Jun Mo Han said: I will definitely help you defeat these people in the Demon Sect and take the "Dust Sacrifice Soul Fruit"

Ying Wuhuan said: No, you can't make a move, you must listen to the teacher

Jun Mohan said yes, out of curiosity, Jun Mohan asked again: Master, what illness do you have, why don't you treat it yourself

Ying Wuhuan said: For the teacher got the disease of the demons, fifteen years ago because of a thought, did something ashamed, at that time the teacher was only one foot away from the door to reach the realm of holiness, but because of the disease of the demons, almost went mad, but also in the center of this eyebrow, left a skeletal mark that people despised

Jun Mo Han said: The disciple doesn't believe that you will do anything with a guilty conscience

Ying Wuhuan touched Jun Mohan's head and said: For the master in the Holy Land of the Western Regions, worship the Jiuyang Taoist Sect, and practice the supreme martial arts, just because he is dissatisfied with the disciples of the Guran Buddha Sect who are as famous as me, and he is not angry that the skills of the ancient Buddha are equal to me, so he secretly practiced the fingering of the Wu Sect 'The sword points to the shattered heaven and earth' During the competition, he secretly pointed out and seriously injured him

Jun Mo Han said: That uncle

Ying Wuhuan said with a smile: When he was injured and left that day, a loud laugh resounded throughout the Holy Land of the Western Regions, and ten years later, he met him in southern Xinjiang as a teacher, only to know that the finger made him deaf, blind, and speechless, and under the condition that he couldn't see, hear, or speak, he instead cultivated the ancient secret techniques of Buddhism

Ying Wuhuan was silent for a while and said: When I met, I asked him if he hated me, and he told me with a smile that he had never hated

Jun Mohan said: How can such a broad-minded person not stand at the top of the peak

Ying Wuhuan said: can be a teacher but can not forgive himself, after ten years, my cultivation has been staying in place, not only did not compete for long, but there is a faint sense of decline, until you are accepted as an apprentice, martial arts cultivation has faintly entered, now, I can feel that layer of vague barriers, as long as the drum does not sound tonight, I can step through this last level, step into the holy realm

Jun Mohan smiled: This is not very simple for Master

Ying Wuhuan shook his head and said: This drum can't be stopped by the teacher, let alone seen

Jun Mohan asked: Why

Ying Wuhuan said: This drum is called 'Mixed Yuan Longquan Drum' is the five-clawed golden dragon that was captured by the great power of Buddhism in the past, the drum body is the keel, the drum surface is the dragon skin, and then the five-color golden lotus of the Buddha is conceived, with the supreme divine power of the Buddha, can subdue demons and ghosts, guide the soul, and this drum is hanging at the top of the peak of the reincarnation mountain in the northwest..."

Jun Mo Han said: Then the disciple went to ask them to beat the drum one less time

Ying Wuhuan said with a smile: The mixed Yuan Longquan drum will sound once every ninety days, and it is not beaten by manpower, and it will sound ninety-nine times each time, and the reincarnation mountain is extremely high, and the wind above the mountain peak is greater, you don't have to go

Although Jun Mohan promised not to go, he secretly thought in his heart: I can't watch Master like this, even if I risk being punished by him, I have to go, and I must succeed

In the evening, Ying Wuhuan sat cross-legged, ready to resist the upcoming drums, and Jun Mohan quietly left the Shifu while the poisonous mist outside the Shifu had not yet spread.

Regardless of the danger, he walked out of the Soul Destroying Cemetery and headed towards the Reincarnation Mountain in the northwest.