Southern Xinjiang, Wanli Miao Mountain.

In a humble teahouse, three dusty people gathered around a broken table, gobbling up rice noodles.

The spicy rice noodles!

The three of them were in tears and sniffling, but they still ate deliciously.

The woman who was so spicy that her face was flushed, dressed in purple, with a delicate face, couldn't hide her heroic spirit.

"It's delicious! another bowl!" the woman wiped her mouth, and it was Zi Ling.

Bingyang looked at Ziling with a smile. The joy of a foodie is so simple.

The three of them had already gone deep into the hinterland of Miaoling in southern Xinjiang at this time, and Yaoji's whereabouts still had no clue.

Most of the Miao people in Miao Village in Miao Mountain are respected by Yao Ji. But no one knows where Yao Ji is buried.

The three were a little discouraged.

Fortunately, there are sour soup fish, pineapple rice, hot and sour noodles and other delicacies to comfort their injured patience.

After a full meal, a little Miao girl came over, dressed in Miao silver jingling, her big eyes flickering and very cute.

When she saw Ziling, she was a little surprised: "Little sister, you look so good!"

Zi Ling was amused by her: "Little sister, you really have vision!"

Bingyang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zi Ling glared at Bingyang fiercely, and continued to tease the little girl: "Little sister, do you know Yaoji?"

"Yes, Goddess Yaoji!" replied the little girl crisply. In the eyes of the Miao people, Yao Ji is not a witch, but a goddess.

"Then do you know where the goddess was buried when she died?" Zi Ling continued, although she didn't hope to get the answer from a child.

"You know, she's buried in her soul. The little girl replied.

"Soul returns!" the three shouted in unison.

I don't know where the soul returns. It turned out to be the place where Yao Ji was buried!

The three of them were ecstatic, and in an instant, they were awakened by a basin of cold water, and their souls returned to the land of witch seedlings.

In the land of Wu Miao, in the depths of Miao Mountain, the folk customs are fierce, witchcraft is prevalent, and all kinds of poisonous insects and beasts make the local Miao people dare not approach easily.

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Dense jungle paths, dappled sunlight on moss and the glitter of the stream. It is lined with slender green vines and colorful exotic flowers. The forest is damp and quiet, and only the sound of water, insects, and birds can be heard.

There is also the screaming of Jin Manwawa.

At this moment, his hands were red and swollen, and they were strangely purple.

"I'm not happy!" Jin Man shouted: "It's so unfriendly!

"Who poisoned you?" Zi Ling also looked embarrassed at this time: "It's you who want to pick those strange fruits." ”

"This fruit is called lark fruit, a elixir that is rare in a thousand years! Who knows how the lark fruit in this ghost place is poisonous?" Jin Man waved his fat purple hand angrily.

"In the land of witch seedlings, you still dare to mess with flowers and grass everywhere!" Bingyang forced a smile: "It's weird here, let's leave quickly." Before the sun sets, we have to rush to Damin Village. ”

"I heard that the Miao people of Damin are descendants of the Demon Sect. Are we going to be in trouble?" Zi Ling was a little worried.

"I'd rather be with the people of the Demon Cult than stay in this poisonous forest!" Jin Man insisted on leaving immediately.

However, when you are in a hurry, unexpected things will happen.

Under Ziling's wise leadership, the three of them managed to get lost again after wandering in the dense forest for half a day.

At this time, as soon as the sun fell, a strange thick fog appeared in the woods.

"Don't get separated, everyone!" Bingyang said in a deep voice. He pulled Zi Ling down behind him and cautiously walked towards the depths of the thick fog.

Zi Ling and Jin Man followed Bing Yang and walked forward tremblingly. The forest was eerily quiet, the sound of insects and birds suddenly disappeared, and only the rustle of the footsteps of the three people on the pine needles could be heard.

Zi Ling's face was pale, and she felt a suffocating depression, and cold sweat was faintly oozing from her palms.

Bingyang suddenly held Zi Ling's hand and asked with a smile, "Scared?"

"Hmph, who said I'm scared!" Zi Ling shook off Bingyang's hand and tried to pretend not to care.

"Look! what is that!" Jin Man suddenly shouted, pointing to a huge black shadow that faintly appeared in the dense fog ahead.

Bing Yang took a step forward and held the Ke Li Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed at the black shadow in front of him, and the scorching blue light was extremely dazzling in the white mist.

At this time, the surrounding fog suddenly dissipated strangely as if it had appeared strangely.

Only then did the three of them realize that the black shadow was actually a huge stone statue.

The stone statue has fluttering clothes, a palace dress in a cloud bun, and picturesque eyebrows, she is actually a stunning woman!

But in this alluring appearance, there is a trace of sorrow and coldness.

"Yaoji!" Bingyang blurted out as he stared at the stone statue.

"Could it be that Yao Ji is buried here?" Zi Ling felt that her luck was too good to understand.

The three of them looked around, but they didn't find a tombstone. The surroundings were empty, not far from the stone statue, and a line of words was carved alone:

Affection is self-suffering,

The country is empty of hatred.

Bingyang said thoughtfully: "This stone statue is vivid. The person who carved this stone statue must be very familiar with Yao Ji. But these two poems seem to be full of regret. ”

"It's so strange!" Jin Man on the side stared at the stone statue, rubbed his eyes, and said in surprise: "Am I blind? This stone statue seems to be alive!"

As soon as the words fell, a deep voice rolled in: "Ignorant junior, look for death!"

The eyebrows and eyes of the huge stone statue changed and became terrifying, but the eyes were still empty.

"Senior, but Yaoji?" Bingyang arched his hand to the stone statue.

"Hahaha, Yao Ji?" the stone statue looked up to the sky and laughed, as if there was a hint of sadness in the laughter: "Yao Ji is dead. I'm just a remnant of her thoughts, coiled in the world, just to protect this thousands of miles of Miao Mountain instead of Yaoji!"

"Senior, we have no intention of offending. I only ask my predecessors to teach me the double sword exercises. Zi Ling said respectfully.

"I'm leaving the twin swords?" the stone statue looked down at Zi Ling, as if caught in a memory. Suddenly, the stone statue's face turned grim, and he screamed: "What kind of law, what kind of morality, all of them are deceitful things! Those who cling to my sword will die!"

After speaking, the stone statue raised its huge palm, and a black smoke billowed out, and it actually hit Zi Ling.

Zi Ling was taken aback, and hurriedly waved his Wangwu sword, and raised the purple sword light, preparing to resist the black smoke.

Bingyang suddenly grabbed Zi Ling's arm and shouted, "Hurry up!"

As soon as the two of them flashed away, black smoke smashed to the ground with a bang, and a deep pit appeared. What's even more terrifying is that around the pit, the grass and trees are blackened, which is a manifestation of poison.

"Demon Sect's Gu Poison!" Jin Man was so shocked that he pouted: "Don't touch this poison, otherwise you will die an ugly death!"

At this time, the stone statue's palms alternated left and right, and several black smoke were released, chasing Zi Ling and Bing Yang all the way.

Jin Man let out a low shout, rose into the air, threw out his green gourd, and struck at the stone statue's face.

The stone statue withdrew with one palm, swept towards the oncoming gourd, and slapped Jin Man with the other palm, sending out a black smoke.

Jin Man dodged and shouted: "Dead witch, dead poisonous woman, don't use poison if you have the ability!"

Zi Ling and Bing Yang's expressions eased, and they all sacrificed their two swords and struck at the stone statue's palm. The two of them are already proficient in their sword moves, and at this moment the sword is fierce and extraordinary.

In the blink of an eye, Zi Ling and Bing Yang had already flown to the palm of the stone statue with their swords. The purple and green sword light of the two flashed, and they actually broke the palm of the stone statue.

The stone statue froze and let out a terrible scream. The stone statue was furious, and with a wave of his big sleeves, dense thin needles shot out of his sleeves.

Zi Ling and Bing Yang hurriedly put away their two swords and flew back upside down. And the thin needle chased the two of them as if they had eyes.

Bingyang's light skills were really good, he protected Zi Ling, flashed left and right, and left the thin needle behind him.

Jin Man was in a hurry: "Let's withdraw quickly, this poisonous woman is not easy to deal with!" After that, he followed Bingyang as if he was smeared with oil on the soles of his feet.

The three of them flew out for miles in one go, and they collapsed to the ground one by one from exhaustion.

"Grandma's! A stone statue is so powerful, isn't Yao Ji's real person going against the sky?" Jin Man said hatefully.

At this time, Zi Ling found that Bingyang's face was dark, and his whole body was soaked.

"Bingyang!" Zi Ling had an ominous premonition: "Are you injured?"

Bingyang smiled, but suddenly snorted and fell to his knees.

Jin Man stepped forward to take a look, and on Bingyang's shoulder, two thin needles penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Just now, it was all about insisting on a breath of true qi to protect Zi Ling and barely escape.

"I saved you again, is it still on the books?" Bing Yang looked at Zi Ling and said with difficulty.

"This is Gu poison, you will die an ugly death. What kind of accounts are you keeping?" Jin Man said angrily.

"As long as you don't die, I'll pay you back what is on the books. Zi Ling felt a pain in her heart, hugged Bingyang, and couldn't help but burst into tears.