Wang Jing asked the direction of Ming Wanjiazhai, said goodbye to everyone, and took Zhen Mei'er to fly in the direction of Huanggang City Monk Fang City. In the Fang Market, Wang Jing found a few shops, and sold dozens of mid-to-low-grade magic weapon flying swords that he had refined halfway in the past few months, and exchanged them for thousands of spirit stones.

He spent all these spirit stones again, added hundreds of blank rune paper and dansha, hundreds of finished fire attribute rune seals, purchased a large number of low-level refining materials, commonly used alchemy auxiliary materials, and almost emptied the inventory of those stores.

After buying the immortal cultivation items, Wang Jing took the beautiful and sexy Zhen Mei'er and hurriedly left the Fang City and rushed to Wanjiazhai of the shopkeeper.

Wanjiazhai is only more than 300 miles away from Huanggang City, and in less than two hours, Wang Jing found the home of the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper Wan was lying on the bed, his face was pale, covered with a thick two-bed quilt, his whole body was still trembling, and his mouth was vaguely reading, "Qiwen, Qiwen." On the side of the bed, there was a woman in her thirties who was in her thirties, with a beautiful posture and tears on her face, which made people heartbreaking.

Wang Jing said hello to everyone, took out a fiery red elixir, melted it with water, and carefully fed it into his mouth. Then he put his palm on the forehead of the shopkeeper and injected a warm mana to help him refine the elixir. After a while, the cold aura on the shopkeeper Wan's body was slightly reduced, and his face looked much better.

"Brother Wang, are you here?" After a while, Shopkeeper Wang slowly opened his eyes, saw that it was a familiar figure, and hurriedly struggled to get up.

"It's the little brother, Brother Wan doesn't have to worry too much, tell me as much detail as you know, and I'm ready to fully launch the rescue. Wang Jing waved his hand and said with a smile.

The shopkeeper Wan was nourished by Wang Jing's aura, his face slowly became ruddy, and his physical strength also recovered a little, so he told the story as it was, more detailed than what the black bear told.

It turned out that the one who plundered the villagers was a kind-faced old monk in his fifties, who went mad because of his cultivation of the exercises, and needed to absorb people's souls to relieve the pain, and when he absorbed the soul, he became blue-faced and fanged. Most of the villagers he plundered were Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang bodies, and they had hoarded a lot in the cave, devouring one once the heart demon attacked, and his cave entrance was full of bodies that had absorbed souls.

The two foundation-building predecessors who were hidden in Huanggang City joined forces to seriously injure the evil monk. They themselves were also trapped by the evil monks' witchcraft, and they fled back to Huanggang City by secret arts, and their cultivation was a great surrender, and no monk dared to make a move again.

One more delay Wan Qiwen will be more dangerous, no matter how the evil monk recovers now, he must also take a risk when he sees that Wan Shopkeeper has taken in and guides. Wang Jing didn't take a break, discussed a few words with Zhen Mei'er, and then took off with his flying sword and galloped towards the direction of the Evil Ghost Valley.

The Evil Ghost Valley is only more than thirty miles away from Wanjiazhai, and the speed of the flying sword can be reached in a moment. The fog in the valley is repeated, and the situation inside is not clear. The two of them dropped their flying swords at the mouth of the valley, pasted a light talisman seal and a soft water light mask on their bodies, and held a stack of talisman seals in their hands, and slowly walked towards the valley.

The fog in the valley is poisonous, filled with a fishy smell, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, there is no trace of vitality, the divine consciousness is limited by the fog, and can only be about a hundred zhang away from the body, and the deeper it goes, the greater the restriction effect of the fog on the divine thought, and finally can only detect the distance of three zhang around. The visual distance is shorter, and after going deep for four or five miles, you can only see a distance of one zhang in the fog, and it is very dangerous to be attacked by someone here.

looked sideways at Zhen Mei'er beside her, and found that her pretty face was calm, and her eyes were not shocked. Seeing Wang Jing's gaze, he smiled sweetly, not feeling the pressure of danger at all.

After seeing Zhen Mei'er's methods, Wang Jing was determined, used his mana, steamed the sweat in his palms, and then tried the sacrifice of the cloud spirit seal.

The last time he fought with the masters of the foundation building period, the cloud spirit seal exhausted the cloud and mist of the sacrifice, and there was no suitable mist for him to recover along the way, so it was very difficult to cast it at this time. Under the slow stimulation of the Cloud Spirit Seal Secret Technique, the mist around his body began to enter his veins and veins, converging into the Golden Sea.

As the mana operated, the mist in the golden sea floated in the mist around the body, catching more mist into the body. With such a breath and breath, there is more and more mist that has entered the Jinhai sacrifice, and the more mist can be released in the air, every trace of mist carries his divine thoughts, and the range of his divine thoughts has gradually changed from three zhang to thirty zhang, and finally reached one hundred zhang.

At this time, Wang Jing's heart was relieved, not only could he perceive the subtle spiritual energy fluctuations within a hundred zhang, but even the latent rats could find it, and he was no longer afraid of the evil monk hiding in the clouds and mist to sneak attack.

Wang Jing was worried about Wan Qiwen's safety, so he took the flying sword and flew towards the valley at an accelerated pace, and Zhen Meier followed closely with an indifferent face.

After flying for more than ten miles, the valley became narrow, the fog was so thick that you couldn't see your fingers, there was no trace of birds and beasts in the valley, there was no wind, you couldn't see the stars and the moon in the sky, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

"Gaga, there are actually two juniors in the Qi refining period who came to die, and now my cultivation can increase again. The essence of mortals is still too little, there are too many impurities to absorb, and it takes a lot of time to refine, if it is not for hunger, this seat is too lazy to take a look. ”

Just when Wang Jing nervously released his divine sense and explored the surroundings with the help of the Cloud Spirit Seal Secret Technique, an eerie voice suddenly sounded two hundred zhang in front of him, and the sound was extremely harsh, making Wang Jing's qi and blood churn. This person was able to find someone before Wang Jing in such a dense fog, and his divine thoughts were naturally far above Wang Jing, but he was afraid that he had already recovered to the cultivation of the tenth layer of the foundation.

"Be careful, this person has recovered to Jindan cultivation, and my soul also feels that he is very dangerous. If you can't do anything, it's better to go back now and try to save your life. Zhen Mei'er whispered softly in Wang Jing's ear.

"If he is the Jin Dan that you feel in danger, I have no chance to escape at this time, so it is better to go up and try my luck, hoping that he is pretending to scare us. ”

Wang Jing smiled, not only did not look back, but immediately jumped off the flying sword. I didn't even see anyone, and I was so frightened when I heard a few words of voice, how can I talk to the heavens in the future? Zhen Mei'er sighed secretly, took out the Soul Shattering Bow that had been successfully cultivated in her hand, and followed it closely.

Wang Jing held the talisman seal in his hand, and slowly walked forward for more than 120 zhang, only to find a burly bald man, standing straight on a rock the size of a zhang, he was wearing a red robe, the robe was damaged in many places, and there were a few traces of smoke and fire, revealing half of his shoulders, and his muscles were bulging, emitting a golden luster. His sunken eye sockets revealed a green fierce light, and he had not seen the light of day for a long time, and his face was pale, like a zombie.