When the situation is extremely bad, you can only trust the sword in your hand.

Are you worried about the darkening of ghost ink?

Mu Han thought a lot, and at this moment he already had the worst plan in his heart, and as his head was raised, the emotions in his eyes were instantly submerged.

The sun is getting higher and higher, and the scorching sun is falling, bringing not heat, but a cold from the depths of the soul.

Mu Han knew that the peace in Mingxin Valley and even the entire mortal realm was coming to an end, and the current tranquility was only accumulating strength for the upcoming storm.

And the source of this storm is the ghost ink that has been insisting on an ethereal legend for millions of years.

Five days is not a long time, especially in the midst of busyness.

On this day, the sky was not good, a little gloomy, on the stone platform at the exit of Mingxin Valley, Song Li changed into a Confucian dress, and the people who followed behind him were all dressed as guards and miscellaneous servants, looking like a scholar with a good background going out to play.

"Remember what I said, everyone must not leave the Mingxin Valley for more than seven hundred miles, if there is any major change, abandon the valley directly and go to the Makuyama!"

Song Li glanced at the old departments of Bihai City, and the momentum exuded from his body was like that of the master above the Nine Heavens.

"Yes. ”

Where his gaze swept over, no one dared to raise his head to look at the eyes of the sea of stars, all of them had lowered their heads, and their faces were solemn.

If the three Spirit Venerables and the dozens of Heavenly Spirit Realm powerhouses can't hold the Mingxin Valley, it is not difficult to guess the severity of the situation, and the result can only be described in four words: Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood.

As the valley master of Mingxin Valley and the only Lingzun on the bright side, the responsibility on Mu Han's shoulders is not only the disciple of Mingxin Valley and the old department of Bihai City, but also the burden of guarding the Heaven Locking Array.

After saying the decision that he had thought about again and again in the past five days, Song Li set off.

This time, Song Li did not choose to be high-profile, but bought a few carriages in a small town not far from Mingxin Valley and mixed into a caravan.

"Childe, are we too careful on this trip?"

The old man carrying a bundle of goods spoke in a low voice when he passed by Song Li's side, and his words were a little puzzled.

This departure is already very low-key, and it is reasonable to rush away as a mortal, but now that he has joined a caravan, he always feels a little too cautious.

Song Li smiled faintly: "No, these may not be enough, the most troublesome thing in the world is not ghost ink, but the official face." ”

Now the relationship with Daxia is different from the past, to be precise, he has become a thorn in their side, and there must be a lot of arrangements around Mingxin Valley, in addition to monitoring Mingxin Valley, there is naturally a meaning of waiting for the rabbit.

After putting the goods on the carriage, the old man spoke: "It seems that it is difficult for the caravan to cover up our existence, once it encounters an interrogation, isn't it self-defeating?"

"Throw yourself into the net, rest assured."

Song Li smiled and comforted, and after seeing that it was almost packed, he got into the carriage and prepared to leave.

The destination this time is a town on the border of Great Xia, which is adjacent to the Misty Ghost Forest, a paradise for ghosts, a holy place for demonic beasts and monsters, a forbidden place for the human race, and a place full of various legends.

Song Li didn't know how long the Misty Ghost Forest had existed, but he knew that there were countless opportunities and crazy things inside.

Gan Yi's Seven Killing Sword Realm, some of the refining artifacts of the Source Heavenly God Bridge, and the long sword in Mu Han's hand were all obtained from a cave in the Ghost Forest, not to mention the things that all other top powerhouses got from it.

Da-da-da-da.

Although the sound of horses' hooves and wheels is very regular, under the carriage pulled by dozens of horses, it becomes too messy for people to calm down.

Inside the rocking and bumpy carriage, Song Li's brows furrowed slightly, and then he raised his eyes to look at Zhong Fa on the side: "Do you remember that back then, did anything special happen in the Misty Ghost Forest?"

Since he was one of the peak powerhouses in the mortal realm back then, he was not concerned about many things, and after so many years, many things that were trivial to him at that time were almost all forgotten.

Zhong Fa, who was asked, shook his head helplessly after a moment of silence, after all, decades have passed, where do you still remember things so clearly, you can only see it, can you remember something.

The speed of the caravan was not slow, for some of the goods could not be delayed, and in only half an hour, they had already walked twenty miles along the official road and arrived at a stone bridge over a stream.

The stone bridge is not big, but there is a team of officers and soldiers stationed, wearing bright red clothes, very conspicuous, there is a chair in the middle of the stone bridge, a young man sits on it, the teacup in his hand is still steaming.

The young man's costume was completely different from that of the officers and soldiers standing on both sides, not only did he not wear official uniforms, but he was wearing a light green linen coat, his long hair was casually draped behind him, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, like eagle eyes.

"Caravan, you're in a hurry. ”

The officers and soldiers who talked with the caravan steward fanned the dust in the air, raised their hands to pat the customs clearance documents in their hands into the steward's arms, lifted the curtain of the car with a long knife and looked at it, and after seeing some fish and shrimp, they waved their hands and signaled to leave quickly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

As an old man of the caravan, he knew very well the status of merchants in the eyes of these officers and soldiers, and if he didn't want to be bitten by them, he had to pretend to be a grandson.

Because only by following their wishes can you get a little security on the way back and forth, provided that you have enough money for filial piety.

"Keep on your way.."

After the officers and soldiers left the convoy one after another, the steward began to shout, and he was anxious in his heart, just wanting to send the goods asked by the guests there as soon as possible and get the reward he deserved.

The convoy moved again, creaking toward the other end of the stone bridge, but as the carriages passed in front of the young man, he suddenly spoke:

"Stop!"

Although the young man's voice was not loud, because of the spiritual power, it was like thunder, and the horses were paralyzed on the ground like mud, constantly trembling.

Boom.

The teacup in the young man's hand was directly crushed, and countless fragments shot towards the carriage where Song Li was located with a sound of breaking through the air.

The fragments pushed by the spiritual power were powerful enough to easily tear apart the boulder, not to mention that this dense fragment completely blocked the carriage around, making it look like the people in the carriage were killed.

Airplanes.

A faint white light flashed from the carriage, and the overwhelming fragments seemed to melt away like ice meeting fire.

(End of chapter)