With a look of sarcasm, Wan Zijing disappeared.

The muscles of Zhang Ziming's face trembled violently, and he didn't know if he was frightened or because of a desperate fear. He frantically transported the true yuan to the limit, releasing the true fire all over the secret room, trying to force Wan Zijing out, but Wan Zijing was not forced to appear, as if he had left the secret room.

When Zhang Ziming's expression relaxed a little, Wan Zijing appeared two feet in front of him.

"Ahh

With a wild scream, Zhang Ziming slashed at Wan Zijing diagonally with a sword.

Still with a look of sarcasm, Wan Zijing once again disappeared.

Zhang Zimingyuan glared at the blood-red eyes and swept around, screamed wildly, and frantically waved the long sword in his hand, slashing indiscriminately in this small secret room.

The walls of the secret room were reinforced by the formation, but after a while, the formation was pierced by Zhang Ziming's sword qi, and then, Dao Dao sword marks appeared on the wall without the protection of the formation, and the secret room was covered with dust.

Just when Zhang Ziming's speed slowed down a little, Wan Zijing appeared behind him silently, and slashed at Zhang Ziming's neck with a sword.

When the crisis came, Zhang Ziming subconsciously moved forward, but he did not dodge the sword of Wan Zijing.

Zhang Ziming's body hit the wall, and his head fell from his neck because of the shock of his body.

Just now, after Zhang Ziming killed Shen Yunfeng, he immediately used his sword qi to disperse Shen Yunfeng's Yuan Shen, but Wan Zijing's sword only cut off Zhang Ziming's head and did not hurt Zhang Ziming's Yuan Shen.

As soon as Zhang Ziming's Yuan Shen flew out of his head, he was sucked into his hand by Wan Zijing.

Staring at Zhang Ziming's Yuan Shen, the murderous aura on Wan Zijing's body that had been suppressed by him was instantly released.

Zhang Ziming's face was originally covered with a hideous color, and he felt the murderous aura on Wan Zijing's body, and there was obviously a trace of horror flashing on his face.

Whether it is the mountain people who work at sunrise and rest at sunset, or people like Zhang Ziming who have some heroic qualities, they will feel fear when facing death.

Wan Zijing stared at Zhang Ziming Yuanshen with a cold gaze for a moment, and swallowed it one bite after another.

Chang Shan has a resolute heart, and he has also encountered the misfortune of the Yin Ghost Devouring Soul, and at this time, seeing Wan Zijing end his grudge with Zhang Ziming in this way, he still feels chills all over his body.

Compared with Wan Zijing and Zhang Ziming, who is more murderous?

Chang Shan just had this question in his heart, and he had an answer in an instant.

Although Chang Shan felt chills in his heart because Wan Zijing swallowed Zhang Ziming's Yuan Shen, he recognized Wan Zijing's approach in his heart.

After swallowing Zhang Ziming's primordial spirit, Wan Zijing took Zhang Ziming's head out of the secret room and walked to Qingyuan step by step.

At this time, the clansmen of the Zhang family who did not form the Yuan Dan and the maids and servants in the house had already rolled up some things and fled, and the people of the nearby Baishan City guessed that there was a great change in the Zhang family, and they were afraid of causing trouble.

When Wan Zijing walked to the gate of Qingyuan, the gate of Qingyuan was closed, and there were still some people from the Zhang family and some descendants of the Zhang family in Qingyuan.

Stopping at the gate of Qingyuan, Wan Zijing stared at the door plaque for a moment, stretched out his hand to the gate, and sucked the two copper rings on the gate into his hand, he refined the two copper rings into two chains, tied Zhang Ziming's head with chains, and then threw Zhang Ziming's head and hung it on the door plaque.

Wan Zijing stared at Zhang Ziming's head in a daze, with all kinds of feelings in his heart, but his head was empty.

After a long time, when Chang Shan appeared beside him, Wan Zijing came back to his senses.

"Engong, let's go!"

"Hmm!"

After Chang Shan nodded, Wan Zijing walked south along the street step by step. Chang Shan didn't speak, hid his figure with the Tibetan Heavenly Array, and quietly walked to Wan Zijing's side.

Out of Baishan City, Wan Zijing walked slowly for dozens of miles, and he didn't wake up until the sun rose. Subconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead, and he stopped.

After being silent for about a stick of incense, Wan Zijing turned to Chang Shan and asked, "Engong, where are we going next?"

"Where next?"

Chang Shan muttered to himself, frowning and pondering.

At the beginning, Chang Shan chose to travel in the Wanliu Dynasty to figure out how the Spirit Sect controlled the zombies and find a way to resolve it.

Now, Chang Shan not only doesn't have much hope for what he thinks, but also has a strong sense of fear for Lingzong, and subconsciously doesn't want to go to Guiyin Mountain.

If you don't go to Guiyin Mountain, Changshan will have no goal.

After being silent for a long time, Chang Shan opened his mouth to explain the reason why he chose to travel to the Wanliu Dynasty, and then said: "Now that I have understood that I have no ability to transform the soul runes in the zombie primordial gods, do you think I should still go to the Ghost Yin Mountain?"

Hearing this, Wan Zijing pondered for a moment and asked, "If Engong gives up going to Guiyin Mountain, will he have the idea of going to Guiyin Mountain in the future?"

Of course, soul talismans can also be used to deal with ordinary cultivators, but in the cultivation world, soul talismans are almost always used to enslave alien cultivators and demon beasts.

Since it is a zombie body, the soul talisman is a big stone pressed on Chang Shan's heart.

If he didn't go to Ghost Yin Mountain, Chang Shan would think about the soul talisman in his heart, and when he went to Ghost Yin Mountain, he was a little scared in his heart.

After thinking about it for more than half an hour, Chang Shan's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Go to Guiyin Mountain, there is nothing else that must be done anyway." ”

After paying attention, Chang Shan suddenly found that he was no longer as afraid of soul talismans as before.

Many problems, when you don't want to face them, are very scary, but once you make up your mind to face them, this problem is no longer so scary.

"Are you going to Ghost Yin Mountain with me?"

"Of course! Wherever Engong goes, the old slave will follow. ”

Chang Shan nodded and said with a smile: "Let's go!"

The road did not stop, and the two walked for half a month and came to the front of Guiyin Mountain.

Before arriving at Guiyin Mountain, Chang Shan first collected Wan Zijing into the Soul Suppression Tower, and then entered Guiyin Mountain.

The Ghost Yin Mountain is extremely wide, and there is no yin qi in the mountains within seven or eight hundred miles of the outer layer, which is no different from ordinary mountains. There is a clear dividing line between the inner layer and the outer layer, which is a circle of swampland surrounding the inner layer of the Ghost Yin Mountain. The swamp couldn't stop cultivators, but it wasn't something that ordinary mortals could pass through. Without communicating with the outside world, the customs and habits of the twelve county towns in the Guiyin Mountain are very different from the cities outside the Guiyin Mountain, and the two or three million people in the Guiyin Mountain have become an isolated ethnic group.

Chang Shan was not ignorant of the twelve county towns in the Ghost Yin Mountain, but when he walked into this county town called Fucheng, he was still a little shocked to see the ghosts and zombies that could be seen everywhere on the street.

From the cultivators of the Spirit Sect to the ordinary people, all the people in the Ghost Yin Mountain regarded the enslavement of zombies and Yin ghosts as a normal thing, just as they enslaved cattle and dogs.

"If you don't really see it, you can never imagine what it would be like for ghosts, zombies, and mortals to walk down the streets together. ”

With a complex and abnormal emotion, Chang Shan walked slowly on the street.

After walking forward for more than two hundred zhang, Chang Shan asked passers-by for directions, and then came to the city lord's mansion in Fucheng. Chang Shan has traveled a lot of places, but this time, it is the first time he has come to the city lord's mansion of a city.

After Chang Shan explained his intention to the guards at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, a guard took Chang Shan into the City Lord's Mansion, and after a while, he came to a large hall called the Real Estate Division.

The Real Estate Division is an institution and a job title.

The real estate division of Fucheng is a cultivator of the Spirit Sect who has cultivated in the Red Pill period.

In the face of Chang Shan, a person who he couldn't see through his cultivation, the real estate department of Fucheng showed a certain amount of respect, but he did not have the slightest scruples about Chang Shan's cultivation in his heart.

Hearing Chang Shan say that he wanted to rent a store to open a shop, he asked directly: "What is the predecessor good at? What kind of store do you plan to open?"

"Shan is not good at anything, he just wants to open an ordinary store that collects and sells. ”

In order to hide his true identity, Chang Shan used the transformation technique to change his appearance before entering the Ghost Yin Mountain, and at the same time gave himself a fake name with a single name.

"The rent in Fucheng is not low, and the predecessors can't earn spirit stones when they open such a shop. ”

"Shan Mou came to Ghost Yin Mountain, not to earn spirit stones, but to collect some materials. ”

The real estate director raised his eyebrows slightly, followed Chang Shan's words, and asked, "What materials do seniors want to collect?"

Chang Shan smiled lightly and did not answer.

Seeing that Chang Shan didn't say anything, the real estate director didn't ask, changed the topic, and asked, "What are the requirements of the seniors for the store?"

"Not too big, not too remote. ”

"Hmm!"

The real estate secretary nodded, took out the booklet, flipped to the middle, handed the booklet to Chang Shan's hand, and said: "This shop is not on the main street, but not far from the West City Gate, it is not prosperous, and it is not too remote, a storefront plus a yard with three houses, one hundred and sixty spirit stones a year." ”

"For this store, Shan rented it for five years. ”

After Chang Shan delivered the eight hundred spirit stones, the real estate director asked again: "Did the senior choose the name of the store?"

Chang Shan thought for a while and replied: "The name of the store is Jubao Zhai!"

The real estate director nodded, took out a token carved from ghost locust wood, handed it to Chang Shan, and said, "Please drop a drop of blood on it!"

Chang Shan nodded, and dripped a drop of blood on the token according to his words.

The real estate secretary put away the token, handed Chang Shan a piece of spirit jade, and then asked, "Does the senior have anything else?"

"No more!"

Chang Shan replied, then got up and stood up.

Coming out of the City Lord's Mansion, Chang Shan walked towards the West City Gate, and after a while, he came to the shop he had rented.

With the spirit jade given to him by the real estate division to lift the formation that sealed the store, Chang Shan stared at the door plaque of the store for a moment, and with a move of his mind, he used the power of the Yuan Shen to change the three words "Yundanfang" on the door plaque to the three words "Jubao Zhai".

Just as he was about to enter the door, Chang Shan's heart moved, and he changed the couplet on both sides of the door to the interesting couplet he saw in the Wanbao Pavilion of Juque City.

"Wealth depends on chance, and buying and selling depends on luck. ”