The moment the silver moon fell into the soul hub, Zhao Ziming's heart was filled with an extremely cold feeling, and then, the whole world in his perception became much quieter and much clearer.

Under the influence of this icy force, Zhao Ziming's subjective emotions were greatly weakened, and on the contrary, his objective judgment and sensory acuity were improved to an astonishing level.

The object in his eyes no longer has a solid form, but is made up of dots and lines, like a child's graffiti.

The smell and sound of the outside world were clearly presented in his perception, and as soon as he moved, he could smell the stench of carrion on the vulture hovering in the low air, and hear the whispered conversation between Lin Xi and Zheng Lulu dozens of feet away.

Previously, this would not have been possible.

Zhao Ziming was most interested in the change of vision, and he wanted to know what the use of those dots and lines representing objects was.

The soul power reached out, rolled up an object on the ground and started, judging from the touch, Zhao Ziming knew that it was a smooth pebble the size of a fist, but in his field of vision, this stone only had a few black lines.

Fingers pressed on the blank space, the surface of the pebble sank slightly, Zhao Ziming turned the stone, and pressed it towards a black line with the same force, only to hear a soft "click", and the pebble was actually split in half.

Zhao Ziming picked up a few more stones and tried it, but the results were not much different.

As long as he exerts force on the black line, the stone tends to crack, and the same force acting on the empty space can only destroy the surface of the stone.

Zhao Ziming paused thoughtfully for a moment, picked up another stone, threw it up, and drew a few strokes with his right index finger, and with each stroke, a golden-red yuan force fell on a black line.

There was no sound, but with the slight change in the airflow in front of him, Zhao Ziming knew that the stone had broken into dozens of pieces.

Sure enough, the next moment, there was a banging sound on the wooden pad of the carriage.

Zhao Ziming looked at the people and horses in front of him, and the creatures in his eyes were very different from dead things such as stones, and he could distinguish the specific form.

Not only is the number of dots and lines much larger, intertwined into a mesh and a light cluster, but also all have colors, and the other parts are no longer blank, showing various colors such as blue, green, and red.

Again, the black line is still there, and it is many times thicker, which is extremely eye-catching.

There are also differences in the brightness of the light emitted by these people and the horses, some are bright, some are dim, the brightest is Lin Xi, followed by Zheng Lulu, and then the steward Li Su in the middle of the team.

In addition, the number of light clusters on the three of them is also the largest among the people, Lin Xi has seven, Zheng Lulu has five, and Li Gu has six.

In terms of the number of black lines, Lin Xi is the least, Zheng Lulu is more, and Li Gu is more than the two.

Seeing this, Zhao Ziming had a general understanding of this special vision, and a guess that made him a little excited was faintly born in his heart.

He took out a Yuan Stone from the Qiankun Bag, as well as a one-star low-level sword-shaped talisman.

In this field of vision, both are composed of dense light, and there is no black line in the whole body of the Yuan Stone, and there is only one black line at the blade of the sword on both sides.

Zhao Ziming put away the Yuan Stone, stretched out a finger, and gently pressed it on the blade of the sword, of course, in order to prevent being cut, he mobilized his blood qi to do protection.

While the pressure of his fingers continued to increase, Zhao Ziming concentrated all his attention, staring at the black line at the blade of the sword, and gradually saw something else.

He raised his finger, and with a thought of it, he shot out a ray of Yuan Force and struck the blade somewhere.

Bite!

With a clear sound, the sword in Zhao Ziming's hand was broken into two, the fracture was uneven, and the canine teeth were staggered, as if it had been bitten off by a demon beast with sharp teeth.

"That's true. Zhao Ziming muttered, returned his soul power to the soul sea, and withdrew from the special vision.

Then, the light in his soul pivot flashed, and the silver moon flew back into the divine fire, but the volume was slightly smaller than before, which should be caused by the consumption of power.

At this point, Zhao Ziming has confirmed his guess.

Silver Moon is similar to the golden snake transformed by the blood bloodline, it is the embodiment of a special soul bloodline, and the innate ability it carries can make people enter the state of cold ice just now.

In this state, the warrior can have extraordinary vision, and the extraordinary vision can see through the structure of the real Yuanli and find the weak points of its structure independently.

If this ability is used in battle, it can be called a big killer, after all, before the fight, you know where the opponent's weaknesses are, and you can undoubtedly take a big advantage!

Zhao Ziming glanced at the distance behind him, looking at the bandits who had been firmly following the convoy for half a day, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The problem that Lin Xi could see, Zhao Ziming could naturally see it, but no matter how powerful the reinforcements were invited by those bandits, he was confident that his newly discovered ability would give the other party a big surprise.

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Burial Soul Mountain is a hill more than 100 zhang high, covered with a kind of low strange trees, the size of copper coins with leaves, blue-black, and does not fall all year round.

According to legend, a very powerful Yin attribute demon beast fell on the mountain, and after death, the resentful spirit did not disperse, absorbing the yin energy between heaven and earth, in a vain attempt to be reborn.

Countless years have passed, and no one knows whether the demon beast has been successfully resurrected, and before that, some people have long said that the legend is nothing at all.

But the yin energy accumulated in this mountain is real. The gray and white with the black yin qi either gathered in clusters or scattered into wisps, swirling around the mountain, covering a large area of strange forests.

If it weren't for the bleak color of the clouds, under the blue sky and white sun, maybe this mountain would have a unique dusty charm.

The perennial wind on the mountain is howling, like a ghost crying, and those who are not able to cultivate to the innate will die of madness when they enter the mountain. Even if you are congenitally strong, staying for a long time is harmful.

In addition, due to the strong yin qi, all those who die in this mountain will often undergo corpse transformation and turn into ghosts and zombies.

Although its single strength is only comparable to that of the newly advanced innate martial artists, it is extremely numerous, and it is extremely difficult to kill, so no one wants to provoke it.

What really made this mountain famous was that thirty years ago, two soul cultivators suddenly came to the mountain, who could not only improve their cultivation with the help of the rich yin qi here, but also control and drive a large number of zombies, and began to do the business of blocking the road and robbing them.

Strategically located in the heart of more than a dozen large and small cities, Burial Soul Mountain is a must-pass for several trade routes.

At the beginning, the two soul cultivators made a lot of gains, robbing dozens of passing caravans in a row, making a lot of money, but also causing public anger because of this.

Those robbed trading houses dispatched their masters, formed a "corpse removal group", and slaughtered the Soul Burial Mountain with great momentum, wanting to completely remove this cancer.

To everyone's surprise, after going up the mountain, they didn't find anything, the soul cultivators and zombies seemed to evaporate out of thin air, and only the strange trees all over the mountain swayed in the yin wind.

The masters of the "corpse exterminator" did not believe in evil, cut down all the trees, turned the hill upside down, and still found nothing.

After tossing for several days, this group of people had to return in a huff.

Not long after they left, the Soul Mountain was restored to its original state, and all the strange trees that had been cut down grew overnight, and zombies roaming in the forest appeared.

However, after the fight, the two soul cultivators who escaped the siege by mysterious means also seemed to realize that their actions were inappropriate.

They stopped the robbery and erected a sign at the bottom of the hill stating that all caravans passing by were required to pay a certain amount of yuanshi, and sent a team of zombies to guard them.

As a result, the forces of various commercial banks also pinched their noses and acquiesced to this barrier-like location.

Moreover, with the passage of time, many forces around them also have a more or less overt or dark relationship with the two soul cultivators on the Soul Burial Mountain.

Fang Wenyu came to a certain place at the foot of the mountain, got off the horse, looked at the gloomy woods in front of him, frowned inadvertently, and led the horse straight into the forest.

"Stop!" a shout sounded, and two figures flashed out of the forest, sword in hand, and stopped in front of them.

Fang Wenyu's footsteps stopped and said, "Fang Wenyu of the Wind Chasing Group, come to meet the two masters, there are important matters to discuss, and I hope to be as soon as possible." ”

These two people were just little minions guarding the mountain, feeling the powerful aura on Fang Wenyu's body, their hearts were awe-inspiring, and they suddenly lost the domineering momentum when they appeared, and after a little discussion, one of them ran to the mountain.

A moment later, in a manor on the mountainside, in a hall with closed doors and windows, Fang Wenyu clasped his fists and saluted the two people sitting on the main seat, "I've seen Qi Da in charge, Qi Er in charge." ”

The two men are around 50 years old, and their appearance is six points similar, both have blue and black skin, gray hair, deep eye sockets, and are described as withered and zombie-like.

The difference is that the person on the left is more slender and resembles a bamboo pole, while the one on the right looks more normal.

The person on the left quacked and laughed: "Second Fang, sit, why don't you stay by Udi's side and come to my Soul Burial Mountain in person?"

Fang Wenyu sat down in the seat next to him and said, "The second leader is the boss, and it is the big boss who has sent him down to negotiate a deal with the two of you. ”

"Business?" Qi Er said casually: "Let's talk about it, as long as we make money like last time, we are still happy to cooperate with Head Wu." ”

Fang Wenyu smiled slightly and said, "Fang Mou dares to guarantee that the two masters will definitely be interested." ”

Qi Er's master made a sound from his nostrils, and he didn't say anything, and lowered his head and picked up his long nails.

As for his brother, he didn't say a word from beginning to end, his eyes were level ahead, as if Fang Wenyu didn't exist.

The performance of the brothers made Fang Wenyu a little unhappy, but he was also a scheming person, so he immediately suppressed this unhappiness and said: "Some time ago, when some brothers in my group went out, they accidentally learned the news that a caravan received a five-leaf Qiongzhi at a low price. ”