One day later, the boundary of Nanhua Academy, with Red Maple City as the center, was full of red maple forests within a radius of more than ten miles.

At this moment, it is late autumn, looking from a high place, a red maple is beautiful, like a dream.

However, what is not commensurate with this beauty is the plague that appeared in Red Maple City!

Five months ago, there was a terrible plague in Red Maple City, and tens of thousands of people died.

A large number of dead people were placed in an abandoned village deep in the red maple forest, and gradually people called it Yizhuang Village!

Suddenly, a giant tripod mixed with a large amount of spiritual light, whistling, rolling up a large number of maple leaves, red maple leaves gathered in the air because of the influence of the air current, like a long red tail, there is a different kind of beauty.

Night began to fall, because this place is a Yizhuang Yin House, no one dares to stay at night, and the whole village is silent.

Lin Pinghe jumped out of Jiuding, left Lin Wushu in Dingzhong, and walked into Yizhuang Village by himself.

There was no moon in the dim sky, it was covered by dark clouds, and the whole Yizhuang Village seemed dim, only in the distant part of the sky, there were one or two residual glows, far away, emitting a faint light.

The night breeze was blowing, with a hint of chill and coldness, and a thin wind sound emanated through the maple trees, enveloping the entire village.

Lin Pinghe quietly entered the village, and the word Yizhuang was engraved at the entrance of the village, and the handwriting was clearly visible, and it seemed that it had not been carved for a long time. However, the houses and cottages inside were dilapidated, and in the dim environment, the cold wind was swishing, and there seemed to be a yin wind swerving between the various cave entrances.

If it is an ordinary person, he will naturally feel furious when he sees the broken coffins through the entrance of the cave, but Lin Pinghe does not have this mind, and walks slowly on the village road, his expression is indifferent, as if he is walking between the mountains and rivers.

The night was dark very quickly, and after a short time, it was already deep pitch black in front of me, which was really indescribably weird.

In the maple forest, there was also an unknown call......

Lin Pinghe took a look at the feng shui arrangement of this Yizhuang, looking for the general direction of the yin eye, his eyes flashed, and he looked in the direction of the center of the village, only to see a faint golden light leaking from his pupils, which was fleeting.

Lin Pinghe followed the path step by step towards the largest village in the center of the village, stepping on the grass that struggled out of the cracks in the stone bricks, so that in this silence, the slight footsteps could still be heard.

However, I saw a young man, followed by a suspended giant ding, standing in front of a Yizhuang Yin Mansion.

The door of the Yin Mansion is dilapidated, and through some wooden holes, you can directly see dozens of coffins neatly arranged inside with the help of the starlight scattered from the broken tiles on the roof.

The boy stepped up the stairs and walked to the door.

Suddenly, in the originally dark Yin Mansion of Yizhuang, there was a "whoosh", although it was not loud, it was like thunder in the silent environment, and a firelight was transmitted from the doorway, with a faint and strange dark green, burning quietly.

Suddenly, even the surrounding night breeze sounded more and more like the sound of ghosts crying wolves.

In the dark room, the dark green light emitted was not an oil-core fire lamp, but a group of ghost fires suspended on each coffin.

The ghost fire burned silently like a flame, and there was no half a figure in the room, but under the light of this dark green ghost fire, the coffins looked particularly creepy......

Lin Pinghe's face was calm, this is the second time that the ghost cultivator has seen it, they are all small ways that pretend to be gods and scare mortals, and the ghost cultivators who really have great magical powers will not nest in this small place.

The young man stretched out his white hand, which looked a little pale under this light, and lightly tapped it on the door, his arm bent slightly, and he saw a flash of dark green aura on the door, and it was broken.

The boy pushed the door open.

Almost at the same time, in the Yin Mansion of Yizhuang, a voice suddenly "huh", with a little surprise.

The yin house of Yizhuang is deserted, and there is a mist floating in it, which makes it impossible for the naked eye to see it.

A voice without the slightest emotion came out: "It is not easy for a Qi cultivation period cultivator to be able to break through my door so easily. ”

Lin Pinghe also said flatly: "You have just stepped into the foundation building period, and your tone is not small. ”

"Ugly ......" a sharp laugh like a ghost crying wolf, "It's true that a born calf is not afraid of tigers, and he doesn't take a lonely ghost like me in his eyes at all!"

As soon as this sound stopped, I saw that in the depths of the Yin Mansion, a wisp of ghost qi slowly rose out, growing and growing, turning into a black ghost in the shape of a human.

This is much more powerful than the little ghost cultivation I encountered at the beginning, it is not a grade at all, and it actually condenses the human form. Of course, there are also some ghost cultivators who have cultivated to the point where they are no different from ordinary people, and they are naturally even more terrifying.

The ghost cultivator revealed his true body, and said coldly: "Isn't it a disciple of a sect who entered the world to practice and specifically do the Tao for the heavens? Although I became a ghost cultivator, I didn't kill people to cultivate, but I just happened to hear that there was a plague here, so I took the opportunity to take advantage of one or two." ”

"I don't do that stupid thing anymore. Lin Pinghe shook his head slightly, "On this trip, I came to borrow something." ”

......The ghost cultivator seemed to have not spoken to a living person for a long time, and when he met a monk whose cultivation was lower than his own, he was in a good mood and said, "I don't have any good things, but if you want some dead people, go out and get them casually." ”

Lin Pinghe raised his head and stared at the ghost cultivator, "I need your ghost path foundation!"

The humanoid ghost cultivator churned for a while, although he didn't know how to take the foundation of his ghost path, but he also heard that the tone of the person who heard it was not good, and he smiled again, and said word by word: "Since you have to come to die, it will be fulfilled for you." ”

I saw that the dark green ghost fire gradually grew larger, turning into the size of a bowl, and the entire Yin Mansion was shrouded in this light.

Approaching Lin Ping and several ghost fires, they suddenly launched and shot out.

The young man didn't move a single step, the blood light on his body suddenly swelled, and two huge blood-colored palms suddenly rushed out from behind him.

"Bang~", "Bang~", "Bang~"..... After a few sounds, all the ghost fires were stopped by the palm of his hand and exploded.

The rich blood qi suddenly filled the entire space, and with this gloomy environment, it was like a battle of demons, and there was no sign of living people participating.

"Jie Ji ....." Ghost Xiu's sharp laughter sounded again: "I am a decent family when you are you, I originally wanted to eat black and eat black, today's thing is really wonderful!"

Although the ghost cultivator made a sound, he didn't stop in his hand, only heard the sound of "bang", and some of the ghost fires that had become larger suddenly divided into three, six groups, connected to each other, and turned out to be a six-phase trick array, the trick array was suspended in mid-air, and a large amount of eerie ghost qi poured out of it, forming a black and red force with the blood qi, which were entangled with each other in the narrow Yin House.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, just when the ghost aura was filled, the dark green light of the six-phase trick array moved, and in an instant, the original ghost crying wolf howl was like a substance, extremely harsh.

The ghostly aura churned, and the incessant sound of ghosts crying and howling turned into a large number of screams, like a series of sharp edges breaking through the air, and the gravel and residual wood flew along the way, and even the stone floor was deeply dented.

Some coffins can't withstand such destruction, revealing corpses that have not yet completely decomposed, like hell on earth!

The golden light flashed in Lin Pinghe's eyes, and the screams that affected his spirit suddenly disappeared, and the two blood-colored giant hands, with their five fingers crossed, blocked in front of him.

"Bang!", "Bang!", ......

The blood-colored giant hand was slashed with blood, and the blood qi was uneven, but it still resisted the blow.

Lin Pinghe raised his head slightly, the blood qi on his body rose again, and the bloody hand was instantly made up for and restored as before.

The ghost monk was finally a little more serious at the moment, and he didn't make a sound, he screamed himself, like the call of the leader, and in an instant, countless screams echoed out, and the sharp edge, which was more than ten times more than the original, roared and pressed the air, rushing out of the ghost qi.

Some of the exposed bodies were cut to shreds, and it was horrible to see......

This kind of attack can really only be released by the spiritual power cultivation in the foundation building period, and in the ordinary qi training period, not only is the strength far inferior, but the spiritual energy will be exhausted if you put two or three. In addition, the ghost monks in the early stage of foundation building were already much stronger than the human monks of the same level, and their natural power was terrifying.

There was a long roar, and the screams were finally exhausted, and the black fog was a little thinner.

However, the blood-colored giant hand was not only not destroyed, but became a little larger and more impressive.

Lin Pinghe was at this moment, two pupils deep, one gold and one red, very weird, his face was expressionless, and he suddenly stepped forward a few steps, pressing the ghost spirit to retreat.

At this tense moment of silence, the ghost cultivator pinched his hands and launched a spell, and all the coffins in the house began to vibrate, whether they were good or damaged, and gradually, wisps of ghost qi overflowed from the coffin, flying towards the ghost cultivator.

A large number of oppressed ghost qi also took the initiative to retreat and retracted into the ghost cultivator's body, and the ghost cultivator's body continued to grow larger, even reaching the roof of the Yin Mansion seven or eight meters high, and some of the broken tiles were all falling.

The rest of the ghost fire also faintly merged into a ghost flame, and the huge ghost body opened its eerie and dark mouth, swallowing the ghost flame in one gulp, and suddenly, the ghost body's eyes also emitted a faint dark green fire.

With the silent cry of the ghost body, the huge ghost fist burst out and smashed heavily on the place where Lin Ping and the original stood, and the originally hard stone ground was shattered in a moment, and the rubble flew sideways.

Lin Ping and his body floated to the left, dodging this heavy blow, however, another ghost fist came one after another.

I saw him shake his body in mid-air, and when he couldn't make a move, he dodged sideways, and a large amount of blood and gas were blasted out with a roaring heavy fist, and it fell to the ground, and there was another burst of flying sand and stones.

For a while, the fist wind was raging, and the rocks were flying, making the original space more crowded and narrow.

The roof had already been destroyed during the battle between the two, and the starlight shone directly.

From mid-air, I saw a smaller bloody man, moving around a huge ghost, and from time to time he would use his bloody palm to unload the power of the blast.

So far, the ghost monk still has no way to take Lin Pinghe, and he can't help but be a little impatient, giving up the successive bombardments of one punch and one punch at a time, and instead throwing two punches together, vowing to win with one blow and seriously injure the bloody people!

At this time, there was finally no ghost fist to protect the body, Lin Pinghe's eyes were cold, his blood and qi suddenly spurted thin, and his body speed was two or three layers faster, and lightning passed through the gap between the two ghost fists, approaching the ghost body......

The dark green flame in the ghost monk's eyes suddenly shrank, and he had a bad feeling.

Hearing Lin Pinghe's roar, the blood-colored giant hand extending out behind him nearly doubled.

The two blood-colored giant hands were stacked on top of each other, and the palm of the bloody hand in front of it shone with a little golden light, and it rotated rapidly and became larger, turning into a huge "lining" shape character with a diameter of two or three meters, and pressed down in front of the ghost's head.

The ghost monk's heart trembled wildly, instinctively feeling fear, and before he had time to think about it, the two fists were like deflated black air sacs, constantly shrinking, and the ghost qi surged, converging from the arms of his ghost body to the top of his head, resisting the unknown runes that were pressed down.

The power of one black and one gold is in contact, although it is one big and one is small, but there seems to be some essential difference, the golden rune is unstoppable, the huge ghost qi is quickly eliminated, and the ghost body continues to become smaller.

It's too late, it's fast, and in less than one breath, the ghost body shrinks several times.

Lin Pinghe's heart moved, and he summoned Jiuding, which had been placed at the door, and the two bloody hands were bent together, like a child grabbing a butterfly that wanted to fly, and using the suppression of "Lin" to trap the ghost monk and fly into Jiuding together.

For Yizhuang Village, the battle came suddenly, and the death came suddenly.

The flying tiles and rubble had just fallen, and the silence of the mansion had returned.

The ghost fire was extinguished, the ghost qi was gone, and the blood light was completely gone, and there was only a giant ding, standing in the gloomy and cold mansion......