I am afraid that the only one that can meet the habitat of blood bats is this cemetery.

The cultivation of the demon clan is actually not much different from that of human cultivators, they all absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, turn it into spiritual power and incorporate it into their own dantian, and use it to strengthen their own strength.

As for the evil cultivators and the evil demons in the demon clan, they take the artificial and even the lives of others to consolidate and improve their own skills, so most of their cultivation places are places where the yin qi is extremely heavy, such as the corpse cultivation ground, the yin evil position, etc., are their favorite cultivation places.

And Xihua City, the place that can be called the underworld, as far as Xia Long knows, is the Night Demon Sect's rudder, but it has been destroyed by the Qingfeng Venerable, and the location of the rudder is not in this direction.

Therefore, Xia Long thought about it for a long time, and put his goal in this cemetery.

Where the deceased is stored, the yin qi will naturally not be bad, presumably the blood bat should be hiding here.

Hmph, dare to attack my friend, even if you hide it deep today, I will find you out!

Thinking of being possessed in the summer, Xia Long's heart was cold.

"Wait, what are you doing!" Just as Xia Long stepped into the cemetery and walked less than ten meters away, he woke him up from his killing intent with a heavy shout.

At the same time, a rickety back, against the backdrop of the moonlight, slowly appeared in front of Xia Long.

Well?!

Xia Long came back to his senses, and Leng Buding saw a black shadow appear in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a layer of white sweat on his back, almost thinking that he had hit a ghost.

But soon he calmed down, and when his eyes were opened, he could see at night, although not as clearly as during the day, but he could also see that there was an emaciated old man on crutches in front of him.

The other party was wearing a gray cardigan, his face was full of wrinkles, and his forehead to the top of his head was already bare, with only a little gray hair, scattered in a messy manner.

The old man was on crutches in his left hand, his right hand was behind his back, and his weak body seemed to be able to knock him down with a gust of wind, but the other party's gaze staring at him made Xia Long feel as sharp as an eagle's falcon.

Xia Long couldn't help but be vigilant.

In this kind of environment, when he encounters such an old man, he can't help but have doubts.

But before Xia Long could speak, the old man knocked his cane twice and took the lead in speaking, "Young man, what is the matter with your coming to the cemetery at night?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, faintly revealing a sense of twilight, which made Xia Long frown a little.

"Sir, who are you and why are you here?" Xia Long did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Hehe, the old man is the caretaker of this cemetery, he usually lives here, is there anything strange about appearing here?" the old man said, coughed violently a few times, and then waved his hand at Xia Long, "Okay, old man, no matter who you are, it's best to leave quickly, the cemetery is not open at night, you have something to do, come back tomorrow, otherwise the old man will call the police." ”

Was it security guards?

Xia Long couldn't help but have a headache, if he knocked him unconscious, the other party's physique, he was really worried about beating him to death.

If this old man really plays with himself, it will be a little troublesome.

Thinking of this, Xia Long nodded at the old man, "I'm sorry old man, I'm just a little curious, let's leave now." ”

With that, Xia Long turned around and walked towards the outside of the cemetery.

After walking a hundred meters, Xia Long pretended to look back inadvertently and found that the old man was still standing in place, looking at his side.

This old man is really dedicated, and he is still patrolling at night.

Thinking of this, Xia Long's steps quickened, his figure flashed, and he turned into the woods on the side.

With such a long distance and no lights to set off, Xia Long believed that the other party would never be able to see where he had gone.

Walking through the grove, Xia Long came to the side wall of the cemetery.

To be reasonable, except for the caretaker who seems to be dying, the protective mechanism of this cemetery is really good, and the wall is more than three meters high, and it is also wrapped with electrified barbed wire, which is comparable to some military protection levels.

However, these were not a problem for Xia Long at all, and the wind boots under his feet rolled up an invisible air current, which directly lifted Xia Long's body, and successfully crossed the wall and entered the cemetery.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the moment Xia Long stepped on the ground, he felt a chill behind his back, which was the instinctive reaction of his body to protect himself when he was in danger.

Thinking of this, Xia Long couldn't help but raise his vigilance.

This place is definitely not simple, even Jiang Tianying before couldn't bring him such a strong sense of crisis.

Perhaps, a large part of this is due to the fear of the unknown.

There are many tombstones in the whole cemetery, and the surrounding street lights have long been extinguished, making this cemetery a little gloomy.

Xia Long couldn't help but tighten his clothes, "There can't really be ghosts in this place, right?"

He has only lived for eighteen years, and he has already seen things that most people can't see in their lifetime, immortal cultivators, demon clans, formations, spirit beads, and now there are more ghosts, it doesn't seem to be a big problem, right?

Well... As long as it's not really as scary as in the movie, you should still be able to accept it.

Calming down, Xia Long walked towards the interior of the cemetery.

Perhaps because he had become a cultivator, Xia Long actually felt other existences after walking a few steps.

When walking in front of a tombstone, Xia Long could clearly feel that a strange energy was emanating from the tombstone.

This energy is similar to the aura of heaven and earth, but it is full of gloomy aura.

Xia Long released his spiritual power, ready to feel it carefully, but a cold breath burst out, and then, Xia Long felt that his face was slapped by a cool breeze.

Xia Long looked around, the surroundings were very calm, the air was a little stuffy, and there was no wind at all.

"It's weird, is this the legendary Yin Wind Gust?" Xia Long touched his cheek, "Forget it, it's important to find someone first, or don't make more trouble." ”

With that, Xia Long turned around and walked towards the depths of the cemetery.

"Wait, you will come back to this king!" Just as Xia Long was about to leave, a voice as thin as a mosquito and fly sounded in Xia Long's ears.

Xia Long was shocked, and jumped forward a few meters, only to turn around suddenly, only to find that there was nothing behind him, not even a ghost.

"Hold the grass, who is pretending to be a ghost here, get out of here!" Xia Long swallowed and scolded loudly.

But after Xia Long's words were finished, there was still not the slightest figure appearing, except for the occasional cicada chirping, which was completely lifeless.

Okay, you're scaring Lao Tzu, right?