Ling Feng said goodbye to the pothos, and rode out of the city and headed for Yinshan County. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Two hours later, on an avenue, Ling Feng reined in his horse and looked at the mountains in the distance.

The mountain peak is not high, but the mountain is tightly connected, and there is a faint black smoke surrounding it, so it is difficult to see the true face.

This mountain is Shaoyin Mountain, it is said that this mountain is not a mountain of mortal world, but a mountain of pure yin and no yang, there is no grass on the mountain, the ghost mist surrounds, there are unjust spirits, evil ghosts dwell in it, often can hear the sound of the ghost crying and howling, it is very terrifying. Yinshan County is also named after this mountain.

According to legend since ancient times, the living are not allowed to enter the Shaoyin Mountain, otherwise they will be killed by the unjust ghosts and ghosts in it. Many people in the martial arts did not believe in ghosts and gods, and went in to investigate, but they died tragically, leaving only countless terrifying rumors.

The worldly rumors must not be believed, and they must not be believed, presumably this mountain is indeed somewhat mysterious and very dangerous. If it weren't for killing Sun Changrong, Ling Feng planned to go and see if it was the real ghost mountain, or if someone was pretending to be a ghost.

Ling Feng paused for a moment and continued to gallop on his horse.

The speed of the white dragon horse was extremely fast, and half an hour later, he saw the county town of Yinshan.

At this time, Ling Feng took out the dragon blood Zizhi from the Sumeru bracelet.

The white dragon horse suddenly hissed, staring at the dragon blood Zizhi, his eyes seemed to be full of longing.

This dragon blood purple mushroom can allow people to obtain a part of the dragon bloodline, which is naturally of great benefit to the dragon horse who already has dragon blood.

Ling Feng smiled and put it to Bai Longju's mouth.

Although Dragon Blood Zizhi could enable people to obtain the blood of the Dragon Clan and improve their cultivation qualifications, Ling Feng finally decided to give up.

First of all, this dragon blood purple mushroom has five less sesame leaves, and at most thirty percent of the medicinal power, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced, and the dragon bloodline obtained can have a few points, which is really not very optimistic. Moreover, Ling Feng was not very confident about the effect of that Blood Purifying Pill, in case he became a dragon scale on his face and dragon horns grew on his head, it would be more than worth the loss.

If he really wanted to improve his cultivation qualifications, Ling Feng still decided to exchange the chivalrous value for Jiaolong's true blood, so that the attributes could be chosen by himself, and there would be no terrible consequences of body alienation. After all, the production of the system is more secure.

Bai Longju was not so picky, swallowing the dragon blood Zizhi in one bite, the qi and blood all over his body suddenly stirred, and he screamed, seemingly in extreme pain.

How can the bloodline transformation be so simple, and it will naturally have to endure a period of pain.

Ling Feng thought silently in his heart, a blue light fell, and the white dragon horse disappeared under the blue light, but it entered the mount space and fell asleep, which could alleviate the pain.

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A quarter of an hour later, Ling Feng entered the Yinshan County City.

Ling Feng came to an inn and found a random place to sit down.

At this time, Xiao Er came over and said with a smile: "Guest officer, what do you want?"

Ling Feng ordered a few dishes at random, and then asked, "Little Er, do you know the Ten Thousand Ghosts Gang?"

Xiao Er nodded and said: "Of course, the Ten Thousand Ghost Gang is the number one gang in our Yinshan County! This guest officer, this is the first time you have come to our Yinshan County, but don't offend the people of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Gang, otherwise be careful of being seduced for your life." ”

Ling Feng smiled: "I don't believe that the people of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Gang are really hellish ghosts, and they can hook souls?"

Xiao Er's face suddenly changed drastically, and he hurriedly whispered: "Guest officer, don't talk nonsense, otherwise our shop won't be able to entertain you!"

Ling Feng thought for a moment, it seemed that the rule of the Ten Thousand Ghost Gang in this Yinshan County was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

He ate some food, left the inn, and went directly to the station of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Gang.

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A quarter of an hour later, the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Gang was stationed.

The black gate is painted with the image of evil spirits, and the gatehouse is topped with a black flag of ten thousand ghosts.

Next to the two black stone lions stood two guards in black suits, both of whom were warriors with deep internal strength, with a black ghost head knife at their waists, with a cold face, like ghost guards guarding the underworld.

The entire Ten Thousand Ghosts Gang is black and gloomy, as if it is really a place where all ghosts gather.

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth raised slightly, and he slowly approached.

The two black-clothed guards immediately drew their swords, and one of them snorted coldly: "What kind of person, dare to trespass on the Ten Thousand Ghost Gang!"

Ling Feng's expression was indifferent, and he said with a smile: "Tell you to help the master come out, I'm here to write a battle letter!"

He has always liked to be simple and rude, and direct one-on-one is the easiest way.

When the two black-clothed guards heard this, they were stunned, and then laughed, probably thinking that Ling Feng was a person who wanted to be famous and crazy.

Ling Feng's figure flickered, but it seemed to be motionless in place.

The two suddenly vomited blood and flew out, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

Ling Feng's expression was indifferent, and he slowly walked into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Gang.

A moment later, in the front yard, more than a dozen black-clothed guards surrounded Ling Feng, wielding their swords.

Ling Feng cast nine phantom bodies, and his body instantly split into ten, some punching and some kicking.

Bang bang, one by one, the black-clothed guards flew out one after another.

All the phantoms disappeared, but Ling Feng remained in place, as if he had not moved. He shook his head and said, "There is no one who can fight, it seems that the Ten Thousand Ghost Gang is really in vain!"

At this moment, a black-clothed figure flashed like a phantom, holding a black ghost-headed knife in both hands, and slashed at Ling Feng in the air.

Before the blade arrived, a long black sword qi slashed down from the top of Ling Feng's head.

The blue brick floor was cut into a deep ravine by the knife qi, and the rubble was splashed and the smoke and dust were filled. But no blood splattered.

Next to him, a black-clothed man in his thirties looked carefully, but Ling Feng's figure seemed to have disappeared, and he looked puzzled: "What about people?"

At this time, Ling Feng patted him on the shoulder from behind and said, "Are you looking for me?"

The black-clothed man suddenly turned around and slashed out, but unfortunately the blade slashed, but Ling Feng's figure turned into a phantom and dissipated.

Immediately, Ling Feng's voice came from behind him again: "If I'm not mistaken, you are the Shura Hall Master Luo Xiu!"

The big man in black turned around, stared at Ling Feng, and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter!"

Ling Feng shook his head and said with a smile: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the four hall masters of the Ten Thousand Ghost Gang, the master of the Ghost Hall is the first in light skills, the master of the Xuanyin Hall is the first in palm power, the master of the White Bone Hall is the first in horizontal refining, and the master of the Shura Hall is the first in the sword cultivation method, but now it seems that it is bullshit, just the knife technique of your three-legged cat, you can also chop wood, I am afraid that you will not be able to kill people!"

In fact, this Shura Hall master's sword technique is still very powerful, and his cultivation is also close to the realm of refining skills, and his combat power is still good. However, in the face of Ling Feng's unpredictable body, he could only be deflated.

Luo Xiu's face was very ugly, but he didn't have the impulse to swing the knife, because the other party's light skills were obviously far superior to his own. Therefore, he said coldly: "Who the hell are you? You actually came to the Ten Thousand Ghosts Gang to make trouble, and you can't find death!"

Although Ling Feng's light skills seemed a bit unfathomable to him, he believed that as long as the helper Sun Changrong made a move, Ling Feng still had only one way to die!

"Idiot, I don't even know the Soul Dementor Sword Forest Hero!"

A voice came from the top of the roof in the distance, and on the roof stood a graceful woman in black.