On the edge of the Yangtze River, a large black mist rolled and undulated, slowly wriggling like a living beast.

The flying ghost was dumbfounded: "The dead qi in the sitting ghost's body is all dispersed!"

The Great Elder of the Tantric Sect looked pained: "Bastard, this Lin Yu actually used the relics to break the seal on the sitting ghost......

Whew——!

Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a white light broke through the black mist and jumped out, heading straight for the Great Elder and the Flying Ghost!

The Great Elder of the Tantric Sect was taken aback, he didn't expect that Lin Yu was trapped in this mass of dead qi, and he could actually attack from the air!

"Get out of the way!"

The Great Elder stretched out his hand to push the flying ghost aside, and then with a soft pop, the white jade dragon dragged a phantom shadow through the Great Elder's chest.

However, the strange thing was that although he was pierced through his chest by the flying sword, the wound on the Great Elder's chest did not drip blood, and there was no pain on his face.

The flying ghost was stunned with fright: "Master......"

"Death can't trap him, go!"

The Great Elder of Tantric Sect reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the flying ghost, and a burst of black gas surged, and the two of them, along with the four or five figures in the darkness behind them, all disappeared.

Not long after, with a bang, a figure broke through the black fog and rushed outside, it was Lin Yu, who was still holding a young child in his hand, it was Xiao Ginseng who had searched for the whereabouts of the Devouring Immortal Grass in the Star Gathering Array before.

The giant pangolin, which was hiding in the grass on the side, saw Lin Yu appear, crawled to his side, and roared twice.

Lin Yu looked at the little ginseng in his arms: "Have you found the location of the Immortal Devouring Grass?"

Xiao Ginseng shook his head with a disappointed face: "Babble~"

A trace of anger appeared on Lin Yu's face, and he snorted heavily: "Tantra, it's a big deal for me!"

Now that the Gathering Star Array is shrouded in a large cloud of black mist, it is impossible to continue the search, if you miss tonight, even if you rearrange the formation tomorrow night, it may not be able to guarantee that the Immortal Devouring Grass is still within the scope of Bashan City.

The matter has come to this point, and the only way to think about it is to think of another way, and at present, I am afraid that we still have to deal with the group of tantric sects first.

Lin Yu stood still, beckoned slightly, and the jade dragon jumped out of the darkness in the distance and flew back into his hands.

Then he turned his head to look at the large black mist behind him, and his face was gloomy: "Dead ......"

Death qi is a type of luck that appears in the body of a dying person, similar to the qi of the leylines and yin and yang.

Death is born by people, and people die and disappear, and such a large-scale death qi may have to collect the luck of thousands of dying people to do it.

"Why does Tantra collect so much dead qi?"

Lin Yu was a little puzzled, the qi of the leylines can catalyze the growth of all things, and the two qi of yin and yang can help people cultivate their physique, but the death qi has no effect except for making people appear dead.

Unless Tantra has any special skills, it must be cultivated using death qi.

In the face of this large piece of dead qi, Lin Yu was helpless, the technique of luck was mysterious, unless he cultivated to the realm of Jindan, it was possible to disturb yin and yang and reverse the number of luck.

This large piece of dead air can only be allowed to dissipate on its own.

The spread of death gas of this scale in Bashan City may affect many people.

Death is a kind of luck, if you are haunted by death, you will inevitably have bad luck, and even those who are weak will be in danger of their lives.

However, this is not something that Lin Yu can control, and those who are haunted by lifeless can only blame themselves for the unfavorable years, and the number of days is like this.

"The river is flowing here, the water is fast, and this dead air should dissipate soon. ”

Lin Yu glanced up, and there was already a little fish belly white on the eastern horizon.

"It's almost dawn, and I have to send Xiaomeng to school today, let's go back. ”

The pangolin let out a low roar, leaned down obediently, and it felt very uncomfortable to stay on the edge of this dead air, and now that Lin Yu said that he was leaving, it was naturally extremely happy.

Lin Yu jumped on the back of the pangolin, and the giant beast roared and carried its master to the villa on the top of the south mountain.

However, Lin Yu still miscalculated one thing, the large mass of dead qi by the river did not dissipate as soon as he expected, but like a living condensation, it squirmed along the current and floated downstream.

Soon after, this large area of dead air floated above a vast courtyard by the river, enveloping the entire courtyard in it.

This big courtyard is the home of Lin Xiaomeng's tablemate Luo Xiaohu.

Luo Xiaohu's family is an invisible rich man, his parents run a farm in Africa, only his grandfather lives in China, Luo Xiaohu's grandfather has been a farmer all his life, so even if his son bought such a big villa, he still changed the entire yard into a vegetable field, and planted vegetables in the yard every day when he had nothing to do.

The dead air seemed to be attracted by something, and it haunted above this courtyard and refused to disperse.

Soon after, a large piece of dead air began to condense inward, becoming thicker and thicker, and finally it turned into a mass only the size of an apple, entering Luo Xiaohu's room through the crack in the door, and floating in front of him.

Luo Xiaohu was still asleep, reaching out and scratching his head from time to time, mixed with a few dream words.

"Uncle Lin, when will you teach me kung fu......"

Phew-

The dead qi turned into a black line, which suddenly penetrated into Luo Xiaohu's nostrils and dived into his body.

Luo Xiaohu suddenly snorted and couldn't help sneezing.

"Sneeze ——!"

Luo Xiaohu opened his eyes blankly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose: "So early, I'll sleep for a while......"

After saying that, he turned over and fell asleep again.

......

In a remote col on the outskirts of Bashan City, the Great Elder of Tantric Buddhism sat on a large stone, his face a little pale.

The flying ghost on the side had a concerned look on his face: "Master, your injuries must be dealt with immediately!"

"It's fine. ”

The Great Elder waved his hand and pulled back the clothes on his chest, and at the sword wound on his chest, a black light could be seen flickering and wriggling, covering the entire wound without a drop of blood flowing.

The flying ghost looked surprised: "Death Omen helped you seal the wound! It turns out that Death Omen Star still has this kind of use!"

The Great Elder snorted: "My tantric technique, how can it be child's play!"

The flying ghost looked grateful: "Master, why did you push me away just now, that sword should be blocked by me! Anyway, I also have the death omen star you planted in my body!"

The Great Elder glanced at the flying ghost: "Your cultivation is too shallow, you can't take that sword!"

The flying ghost was excited: "Master, Lin Yu can summon thunder and lightning, and he still has relics in his hand, it is really difficult to deal with!"

The Great Elder of Tantric Sect looked cold: "I was careless, I didn't expect such a master to come out of the Central Plains!"

The flying ghost snorted: "Master, let's withdraw to Kunlun Mountain and wait for the opportunity to move again?"

"No way!"

The Great Elder of Tantric Sect clenched the black skull in his hand: "Forget about the rest, the dead qi in the body of the sitting ghost is something that I have spent decades painstakingly collecting! It is related to my cultivation of the secret method of disintegration of the heavenly ghost, and it must not be lost!"

"But the sitting ghost blew himself up, and the dead air has dispersed, where do we go to find it?"

The Great Elder of Tantric Sect lifted the skull in his hand: "That mass of dead qi has been refined by me with a secret method for many years, as long as I use the secret method to locate it, I can find it." ”

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