"What are we going to do now?" asked Yu Hanshan.

Mo Wuwu's eyes looked at the surging black mist of Tianfeng Peak, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Let all the disciples withdraw first, if you want to get the Yin Corpse Bead, it is useless to rely on the number of people alone." If you attract people from the Dao Sect at that time, it will be more than worth the loss!"

There was a hint of hesitation on Youhanshan's face, and he said unwillingly, "Did we just give up the Yin Corpse Bead?"

Mo Wuwu smiled, "The Yin Corpse Bead will not run away here, as long as the people of the Dao Sect do not go deep into the Heavenly Hatred Peak, they will not find the abnormality here." ”

"And even if they find out, based on my inference, I'm afraid that even if Dao Xuan personally takes action, he may not be able to take the Yin Corpse Bead out of the Heavenly Disgusting Peak. Then we can step back into the background and take advantage of the opportunity. ”

"Compared to the unattainable Yin Corpse Bead in front of me, what I am more curious about is Han Chuanxin's purpose of capturing that Qin Yi......"

"Are you really not trying it again?" Youhan Mountain asked without giving up, if they could reach the Yin Corpse Bead, then they would be able to gain a firm foothold in the land of Youzhou without fear of the threat of the Demon Gate.

Mo Wuwu shook his head, "Let's go, it's useless to stay longer!"

Seeing that Mo Wuwu had made a decision, Youhan Mountain had no choice but to say nothing more.

......

......

To the southeast of Nanfeng City is a mass grave, and because of the heavy yin qi, few people are usually willing to come here.

On the mass grave, the weeds are overgrown, the yin atmosphere is permeated, and it is a dilapidated scene.

The cold wind blew, and you could faintly see the barren graves under the weeds.

These desolate graves are very simple, just a grave pile, even tombstones are rarely seen, and even some graves can faintly see the exposed white bones on them, which is really a bit terrifying.

Suddenly, a white light flashed under the remnant sun, and Han Chuanxin grabbed Qin Yi and stopped at the mass grave.

He looked around at his surroundings, then threw Qin Yi on the ground casually, and said to himself, "I shouldn't be able to catch up here!"

"I didn't expect to be so afraid of real people?" Qin Yi patted the dust on his body and sneered.

Han Chuanxin glanced at Qin Yi, ignored his mockery, closed his eyes and adjusted his internal breath.

Just now, in order not to be caught by Dao Xuan, he was speeding at full speed, and the spiritual energy in his body was seriously consumed, in order to prevent any accidents, he urgently needed to recover his spiritual power at this moment, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Qin Yi's taunts.

Seeing that Han Chuanxin didn't react, Qin Yi pursed his lips slightly, and didn't continue to say anything.

Although Han Chuanxin was pranayama with his eyes closed, Qin Yi knew that his mind was secretly paying attention to him.

Once he made any moves, Han Chuanxin would definitely wake up as soon as possible, so he didn't bother himself, and thought about sneaking away. He turned his head and took a secret look at his surroundings.

Graves stand tall one after another, and under the cover of waist-high weeds, the air of decay naturally arises.

The cold wind whistled by, like a ghost howling, making people feel chills down their spines.

The sun was gone, the sky was getting dark, and a crow flew over from a distance and stopped not far away

on a dead tree.

The leaves on the dead trees had long since fallen, and only the bare trunks were left standing among the mounds.

The crow landed on the dead branch, its eyes as if it had no emotion, staring at Qin Yi coldly, and its mouth let out a hoarse cry from time to time.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in the crow's eyes, Qin Yi's heart was inexplicably sudden, and the blood Gu that had been silent in his body for a period of time had a trace of abnormal movement, and there were faint signs of recovery.

He seemed to realize something, his face became ugly, and he hurriedly used his spiritual power to suppress the restlessness of the blood Gu in his body.

Han Chuanxin, who was pranayama on the side, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, his eyes flashing with surprise.

"Who is Daoyou, please come out and see him!" his eyes carefully observed the wind and grass around him, and his palm spiritual power flickered slightly.

However, on the mass grave, apart from the hoarse hiss of crows, only the whistling of the yin wind remained.

The weeds around them swayed back and forth in the wind, and on the dead branches, the crows seemed to be petrified, motionless, and looked very strange.

Han Chuanxin frowned, and sighed, "Daoist friends are so deceitful, don't blame me for being rude!"

As he spoke, an invisible aura erupted from his body and spread out in all directions.

The sharp energy was like a blade, and everywhere it passed, it was solemn, and the weeds broke off and flew up.

In an instant, a large area of the surrounding cemetery was vacated, and the mounds of graves were exposed.

With a bang, the dead tree in the distance exploded, and the crow on the tree flapped its wings, and even evaded the enveloping momentum and flew into the air.

Immediately afterwards, a fluttering sound sounded, and crows flew out from the depths of the mass grave, densely packed, and there was no end in sight.

The noisy crows of crows rose and fell in the silent graveyard. In the flock of crows, a scarlet light flashed, and upon closer inspection, it was actually a crow with blood-red feathers all over its body!

"This is ......" Han Chuanxin's eyes condensed slightly, and he said slowly, "Blood Crow!"

He had some knowledge of the Blood Raven, and it was said that this strange beast improved its own spirituality by sucking blood. The more blood they suck, the more red their feathers become. An adult blood crow, if you want to degenerate the feathers of your whole body, you have to suck at least thousands of catties of blood!

And the blood crow in front of him, even if it was a few miles away, Han Chuanxin could see the dazzling scarlet color, and even could feel the smell of blood coming from a distance.

He could conclude that the blood sucked by this blood crow was probably no less than 10,000 catties!

With such an astonishing bloody aura, even Han Chuanxin had a sense of surprise when he saw it.

Seeing the blood-red light in the crow flock, Qin Yi's heart sank, and his guess was even more confirmed.

"Damn, how did this bastard chase you to Youzhou!" he scolded in a low voice.

"What did you just say?" Han Chuanxin's ears moved slightly, and he turned his head to look at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi rolled his eyes and said, "Old man, if you still want the magic trick to be immune to evil qi, take me away quickly." Otherwise, to

I'm afraid that all you will have left is a corpse. ”

"Got a grudge?" Han Chuanxin asked.

Qin nodded and said, "There is a grudge." ”

"How much hatred?" asked Han Chuanxin.

Qin Yi was silent for a moment, then pointed to the crows in the distance and said, "Let's put it this way, if I fall into his hands, I'm afraid I will become the blood food of those crows." ”

......

Just as Han Chuanxin and Qin Yi were talking, there was a commotion in the crows in the air, and they suddenly separated from each other.

A black figure appeared, passed through the crows, and slowly walked towards Qin Yi.

The person who came was dressed in a gray robe, with a thin body and a gloomy face, which looked like a sense of cruelty.

When the blood crow in the crow flock saw the visitor, it let out an excited cry and landed on the shoulder of the visitor, looking well-behaved.

"Who is he?" Han Chuanxin asked in a deep voice.

Qin Yi looked at the figure in the crows, pressed his palm against his chest, relieved the restlessness of the blood qi in his body, and said slowly: "Blood Demon Son!"

"The Blood Demon of Yin Mountain?" Han Chuanxin asked.

When the Great Demon Mausoleum appeared in Yin Mountain, the Xianmen Han family naturally did not know about it. Han Chuanxin also deliberately learned about Trap Yin Mountain for this reason, and he still had some impressions of the Blood Devil.

Qin Yi nodded, "Otherwise, which blood demon is there?"

"Isn't he in the Returning Yuan Realm, when did he break through to the Realm of Passage?" Han Chuanxin asked with a frown.

"I don't know, but it should have just broken through, and it's not a piece of cake for you?" Qin Yi touted on the side.

The corners of Han Chuanxin's mouth twitched, and a trace of unnatural color appeared on his face, although he had stayed in the Passage Realm for a long time, judging from the aura fluctuations coming from the other party, this person definitely did not look like an ordinary monk who had just entered the Passage Realm.

"Hey...... See you again, boy. The Blood Demon Son said with a smile, a few miles away, he appeared in front of Qin Yi in a few breaths.

"I don't know what's going on with you?" Before Qin could speak, Han Chuanxin took the lead in asking.

The Blood Demon raised his eyelids slightly, swept towards Han Chuanxin coldly, and said lightly, "Who are you?"

"......" Han Chuanxin was silent, he naturally didn't dare to reveal his identity easily, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I am the Elder of Wanxuan Mountain Keqing, I don't know if my friends are blocking the way, what advice do you have?"

Qin Yi looked up at Han Chuanxin, who was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and felt a wave of slander in his heart. However, he didn't expose Han Chuanxin either, after all, he still had to count on him to be able to repel the Blood Demon Son.

The Blood Gu in his body had been lurking, and it was a huge crisis for him. He knew in his heart that once he fell into the hands of the Blood Devil, the end would definitely not be much better.

"People from Wanxuan Mountain?" a hint of jealousy appeared in the Blood Devil's eyes.

Now all parts of Youzhou have been attacked by the zombies of Wanxuan Mountain, and once he is entangled by these zombies, even he will feel troubled. Especially those few heavenly corpses, I'm afraid that even if I meet them, they are not opponents.

So if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't be willing to provoke the people of Wanxuan Mountain.

"Since it's the elder of Wanxuan Mountain...

... Then you go!" said the Blood Devil.

"Then thank you Daoyou!" Han Chuanxin clenched his fists, then grabbed Qin Yi, turned around and prepared to leave.

Hmmm-

A shrill wind blew, and the crows blocked Han Chuanxin's retreat.

"What do you mean by this, Daoyou?" Han Chuanxin turned around and looked at the Blood Demon Son coldly.

The Blood Demon smiled lightly, gently stroked the feathers of the Blood Crow on his shoulder with his palm, looked at Qin Yi in Han Chuanxin's hand, and said softly, "You can go, he ...... Gotta stay!"

"What if I say no?" Han Chuan said coldly.

The Blood Demon smiled indifferently and said casually, "Then you stay with him." ”

"Don't be ashamed!" Han Chuanxin snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "But a newcomer dares to be so arrogant!"

"Elder Han, why are you talking nonsense with him, this old ghost has always been so arrogant, just beat him up directly!" Qin Yi whispered to the side.

"Shut up!" Han Chuanxin's eyes swept over Qin Yi coldly, "Boy, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, I advise you to give me a little more stability, otherwise I will have your good fruit to eat!"

Hearing Han Chuanxin's threat, Qin Yi's neck shrank, and when he knew that Han Chuanxin's temper was rising, he closed his mouth in recognition.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "A Sword to the Sky" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~