"As long as I can enter the Mixed Yuan Dao, I will secretly observe, and after observing for three and five years, I will definitely find some clues," Wu Qian began to talk to himself in front of the grave.

"Hahaha......"

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter from behind Wu Qian.

"Who?" Wu Qian hurriedly got up and asked vigilantly.

I saw a figure appear behind Wu Qian, hunting in Taoist robes, silver hair flying, quite a bit of Dao bone fairy style, especially a pair of eyes, faintly revealing divine light, as if they could see through everything in the world.

At this time, the old man was smiling and looked at Wu Qian with interest.

Wu Qian stood up and looked at the person in front of him before asking, "Who are you?"

This person didn't look at Wu Qian, but glanced at the grave, found that there was no tombstone, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then said, "Do you want to blend into the Mixed Yuan Dao?"

Wu Qian was slightly shocked in his heart, could it be that he was so unlucky that he could meet people from the Mixed Yuan Dao in this wilderness?

"What do you have to do with it?" Wu Qian said.

The man smiled lightly and said, "If you have this plan, I advise you to give up quickly, lest you die in the Mixed Yuan Dao without knowing how to do it." ”

"Are you from the Mixed Yuan Dao?" Wu Qian asked.

"I'm not," the man said.

When Wu Qian heard this, a hanging heart fell, and his tone couldn't help but soften a little: "Do you know a lot about the Mixed Yuan Dao? How do you know that I will definitely die inside." ”

Seeing that Wu Qian's hostility was disappearing, the man took a step forward, found a stone beside Wu Qian and sat down, and then said leisurely: "I know a little bit about it." ”

"Why do you want to get into the Mixed Yuan Dao?" the man asked.

Wu Qian smiled and said, "I actually want to worship the Mixed Yuan Dao to practice. ”

This person glanced up at Wu Qian, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, but Wu Qian felt as if he had been seen through, and quickly cast his eyes on the other.

"I just heard you say that you want to blend into the Mixed Yuan Dao, and then secretly observe, to observe some clues," the man said.

Wu Qian also learned that this person found a stone to sit down, but in fact, at this moment, he was quickly thinking about how to fool this person.

"I don't have a good talent, and I don't have anyone to guide me, so I naturally want to blend in first, and see if there are any doorways to worship the Mixed Yuan Dao," Wu Qian said casually.

The corners of the man's mouth rose slightly, and he snorted from his throat, but he didn't seem to want to entangle with Wu Qian on this issue anymore.

"Who are you?" Wu Qian asked.

"The old man's surname is Li, you can just call me a renegade," the man replied.

"How could you be alone in this wilderness?" Wu Qian continued.

"When I passed by, I found that this place was full of ghosts, so I came to investigate, but I didn't expect to meet you talking to yourself here," the departer finished speaking, and glanced back at the mound of new earth.

Wu Qian thought to himself, after a night, this person can still find the remaining traces of ghost qi here, it seems that he should be a cultivator, and his cultivation may be very high, maybe he can ask something out of his mouth.

"Do you know the ghost way?" Wu Qian asked directly.

As if his judgment had been confirmed, the departed person nodded slightly and said, "I know, relying on the cultivation of the three souls and five spirits after the death of a person is really not tolerated by the righteous path!"

"The person in the grave is my teacher, and he was killed by a person who cultivates the Ghost Dao last night," Wu Qian said.

The departed nodded, it seemed that he had guessed the general situation in advance, and when he looked at Wu Qian again, as if he remembered something, his eyes flashed, and then he said, "Why didn't you die?"

Wu Qian spread his hands helplessly and said, "Maybe I didn't cultivate, and it was useless for that person to kill me, so I saved a small life." ”

The departed man shook his head and said, "The ghost path is extremely vicious, if ordinary people inhale a trace of ghost qi, they will definitely die!"

Without waiting for Wu Qian to react, the deviant actually pressed his hand directly on Wu Qian's pulse, Wu Qian was shocked in his heart, and shouted loudly: "What are you going to do?" and then exerted his strength, trying to break free from the control of the Daoist.

However, although this deviant only had two thumbs lightly leaning on Wu Qian's pulse, Wu Qian's hand felt like he was being clamped tightly, and he couldn't move.

Wu Qian only felt that there was an extremely domineering breath following his pulse into his limbs, and that air flow was rampaging through Wu Qian's body, Wu Qian felt that his muscles and veins were about to burst, and he was in pain.

"Are you a chaotic physique?!" a trace of exclamation came out of the deviant's mouth, and then his hand left Wu Qian's pulse, Wu Qian suddenly raised his head out of the water like a drowning man, and couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Seeing Wu Qian's embarrassed appearance, this departed man put his hand on the back of Wu Qian's heart again, Wu Qian suddenly felt a cool air flow infiltrating his body, and his body was suddenly like a spring breeze, indescribably comfortable, and his breathing quickly calmed down.

"So what?" Wu Qian said angrily.

However, the departer lowered his head and pondered, and his mouth kept crushing: "Could it be that the chaotic physique can still resist the ghost qi?" Suddenly, the departer looked up at Wu Qian again, and a deep look appeared in his eyes again.

Wu Qian had a bad premonition, so he wanted to run, but with a wave of his hand, there seemed to be a net covering him, and he couldn't move again.

This time, I saw this departed man take out a dagger from his arms and slowly walked towards Wu Qian.

Seeing the dagger, Wu Qian was so frightened that he sweated profusely, looked at the departed Taoist with frightened eyes, and said tremblingly: "You want to kill me?"

The apocalypse didn't pay attention to Wu Qian, but spread out Wu Qian's palm, and the dagger flashed coldly, and stabbed down.

The dagger was not pierced deeply, only drops of blood soaked out, and the departed man dipped a drop of blood with his hand, and then put the dagger away, rubbing the blood bead vigorously with both hands, and there was a trace of white gas coming out of the palm.

After a while, the departed man stopped, spread out his palm, and saw a small, blood-red bead in the palm of his hand, which was crystal clear, like jade, dazzling.

Seeing this scene, the apocalyptic seemed to suddenly realize, and said, "I see, I think this should be the reason." ”

"Let go of me! let go of me!" Wu Qian screamed loudly.

Seeing the mysterious and mysterious actions of this deviant god, Wu Qian was even more frightened in his heart, could it be that this departed Taoist also cultivated some evil way, and wanted to take my blood to cultivate.

"You don't have to be afraid, I won't harm you," the apostate said comfortingly.

Hearing this, Wu Qian's flustered heart calmed down a little, and then said, "Then you let go of me first!"