"Eun Gong!"

"Hmm!"

Chang Shan got up and stood up, sensed Wan Zijing's breath concentratingly, and asked, "Are you going to cross the catastrophe now?"

"Yes!"

"Don't you need to spend some time familiarizing yourself with your cultivation?"

When Wan Zijing's face showed hesitation, Chang Shan continued: "I've been waiting for fifty or sixty years, why don't you wait a few more years?"

Wan Zijing was silent for a while, and then replied: "The old slave will wait for another three years before crossing the catastrophe!"

After saying this, Wan Zijing bowed to Chang Shan and prepared to return to the secret room to continue cultivating.

At this moment, Chang Shan opened his mouth and asked, "How much do you know about the affairs of the Spirit Sect?"

Wan Zijing was stunned for a moment, shook his head and replied: "The Spirit Sect has always been mysterious, and the old slave's understanding of it is only limited to some hearsay. ”

Chang Shan nodded, pondered for a moment, and told Wan Zijing what he had seen after feeding the zombies the elixir that replenished the power of the primordial gods.

"Is there any way you can make the power of the elixir only work on the zombie primordial spirit?"

Wan Zijing pondered for a while, and muttered: "The soul fire will absorb the power of the pill to grow, because the power of the pill is directly absorbed by the primordial spirit, if you use the pill that can warm the primordial spirit by stimulating the body, then the power of the elixir may only make the primordial god strong, but not the soul fire." ”

Chang Shan's eyes lit up, he looked at Wan Zijing and asked, "Do you know how to refine this elixir?"

Wan Zijing smiled bitterly, shook his head and replied: "There is a saying in the medical book that 'if the body is weak, the spirit is weak, and if the body is strong, the spirit is strong', and many diseases of the weak spirit can be cured by strengthening the physical body. Therefore, the old slave guessed that there should be an elixir in the world that could warm the Yuan Shen by stimulating the body. ”

Hearing this, a look of disappointment flashed on Chang Shan's face, he sighed lightly, and replied to Wan Zijing: "You go to cultivate!"

"Yes!"

Wan Zi responded, bowed down and saluted Chang Shan, his body moved, and he retreated to the stone room where he had retreated before.

Chang Shan closed the stone door, thought about it for a while, and then concentrated on cultivating.

In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.

Chang Shan opened the stone door for a while, and Wan Zijing also opened the stone door.

Glancing at Wan Zijing, Chang Shan's figure moved, flashing to the Yongdaokou.

Outside the Ghost King's Mansion, Chang Shan looked at Wan Zijing and asked, "What calamity do you plan to cross?"

Wan Zijing didn't want to think about it, and replied: "Mu Tribulation!"

"Hmm!"

Chang Shan nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Crossing the wood tribulation, let's go to the place where you crossed the tribulation back then!"

After traveling for more than seven hours, Chang Shan and Wan Zijing came to the valley where Wan Zijing crossed the first heavenly tribulation after turning to the ghost path.

With the lessons of the last tribulation, Chang Shan laid out a full twenty defensive formations in the valley.

After using some spirit stones to make the twenty defensive formations accumulate enough spiritual energy, Chang Shan brought Wan Zijing to the middle of the formation, and said in a deep voice: "You concentrate on dealing with the Heavenly Tribulation, and I will ensure that the formation always has enough spiritual energy to support its operation." ”

"Yes!"

When Chang Shan retreated outside the formation, Wan Zijing released the breath of his body. Pulled by Wan Zijing's breath, a dark cyan cloud appeared above Wan Zijing's head.

Looking at the clouds in mid-air, Chang Shan and Wan Zijing were stunned.

This time the momentum of the Heavenly Tribulation was stronger than that of the previous Heavenly Tribulation, but it was not much stronger, far less than Chang Shan and Wan Zijing had expected.

After staring at the clouds for a while, Chang Shan and Wan Zijing glanced at each other.

Rumble!

When Wan Zijing turned his gaze to the clouds, the first thunderbolt fell.

Wan Zijing's mind turned sharply, and he didn't use a spiritual weapon to resist the thunderstorm that had been weakened by half of his power, and let the thunderstorm hit his body, and used the power of the thunder to temper his ghost element.

Seeing that Wan Zijing crossed the tribulation so easily, Chang Shan let out a long breath and said secretly: "That's right, if every heavenly tribulation is a catastrophe of nine deaths and a lifetime, the cultivator who created the Ghost King Lu will not be able to cultivate to the Landan stage." ”

Without using magic weapons, relying only on the formation, Wan Zijing survived the first two waves of Heavenly Tribulation unharmed, and with the help of two high-grade defensive spiritual weapons, he also survived the first eight realms of the third wave of Heavenly Tribulation relatively easily.

When the last Heavenly Tribulation was about to fall, Wan Zijing summoned the bamboo-leaf-shaped inferior defensive immortal weapon.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the dark cyan thunderbolt passed through a low-grade defensive immortal weapon, a high-grade defensive spirit weapon, and a high-grade attack spirit weapon in a moment, and hit Wan Zijing's body.

"Hmm!"

Wan Zijing snorted, and his body turned into a little dark cyan brilliance and disappeared.

"Failed?"

Chang Shan was stunned to see where Wan Zijing's body disappeared, his eyes were full of disbelief.

After a while, Chang Shan felt that something was wrong two or three feet in front of him, and subconsciously probed with the power of the Yuan Shen, and found a little bit of extremely obscure yin qi.

Chang Shan's heart moved, smiled slightly at the place where he sensed the existence of yin qi, stretched out his hand, beckoned those array flags to his hand, and put them into the storage ring.

As if suddenly, Wan Zijing appeared more than two zhang away from the right side of Changshan.

"The old slave thought that he could hide it from his father, and he didn't want to ......"

Seeing that Wan Zijing's face was a little disappointed and a little lonely, Chang Shan smiled and said: "I have practiced a technique that specializes in cultivating the power of the Yuan Shen, and the power of the Yuan Shen has already been condensed into a soul bead, even if it is an ordinary cultivator in the Green Dan Period, the power of the Yuan Shen may not be stronger than me." I can detect your existence, but Zhang Ziming definitely doesn't have this ability. ”

"I see!"

Wan Zijing nodded, lowered his head and was silent for a while, raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The old slave plans to go back to Baishan City now to take revenge!"

"Hmm!"

Chang Shan nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'll go with you!"

"Thank you so much!"

Wan Zijing bowed to Chang Shan, his body moved, and flashed to Chang Shan's side.

Chang Shan flew close to the ground with the help of Tian Yuan's power, and his speed was not as fast as the flying speed of the cultivators of the Green Pill Stage, but it was much faster than the vast majority of cultivators of the same level;

Wan Zijing's place of robbery was not too far from Baishan City, and the two of them walked non-stop for less than a day before they came to the outside of Baishan City.

At this time, it is late autumn, and the leaves of the trees on the big mountain in the north outside the city of Baishan have turned gray-white, making the whole mountain look gray-white, worthy of its name White Mountain.

Wan Zijing stopped outside Baishan City for a long time, stared at Baishan City in a daze for a long time, turned his head to Chang Shan and said, "Engong, the old slave went in first." ”

Chang Shan nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Be careful that they have treasures to deal with Yin ghosts!"

"The old slave knows!"

Wan Zi replied to Chang Shan, and his body disappeared in place.

When Wan Zijing's aura moved to a hundred zhang away, Chang Shan pondered: "With the help of the Hidden Heaven Array, I should also be able to move forward stealthily, but when I encounter the formation, I will definitely not think that he can pass through it so easily, and he can hide in the void, and the Heavenly Ghost is indeed qualified to be called the king of ghosts." ”

Thinking about it, Chang Shan summoned seven cyan needles with runes inside, and laid out a Tibetan Heavenly Array around himself.

As Chang Shan thought, he could use the Hidden Heaven Array to hide his figure and move forward.

The time was just after noon, the streets of Baishan City were very lively, people came and went, Chang Shan and Wan Zijing walked on the street but no one saw it.

Chang Shan followed Wan Zijing in the city slowly for half an hour before coming to a large manor.

Wan Zijing paused at the gate of the manor for a while before walking in.

"Qingyuan! Could this Qingyuan be the ten thousand homes of the year?"

After pondering for a while, Chang Shan did not enter like Wan Zijing, stopped at the gate of Qingyuan, and entered the Qingyuan with the power of the Yuan Shen.

Chang Shan accompanied Wan Zijing back to Baishan City, not to help him take revenge, but to worry that the Zhang family or Qingyun Hou's people in the Zhang family would have a magic weapon to restrain the yin ghosts. Before Wan Zijing encountered danger, Chang Shan would not make a move, and of course there was no need to follow Wan Zijing closely.

Seeing that Wan Zijing did not immediately kill the people in Qingyuan, but remembered something everywhere in Qingyuan, Chang Shan affirmed the guess in his heart that this Qingyuan was the Wanjia of the year.

Wan Zijing stood in a large hall for a long time, and suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he hurried through the wall, and after a while, he came to a richly decorated room, killing a cultivator in the room who had cultivated in the early stage of the Orange Pill.

Just like when Chang Shan went on a killing spree in the Wang family of Xiongcheng, in just a cup of tea, Wan Zijing killed the cultivators who formed the Yuan Dan in the Qingyuan.

Coming to the Zhang family cultivator he killed first, Wan Zijing left the words "blood debt and blood repayment" on a painting in the main hall with his blood.

After doing this, Wan Zijing searched out the things of those cultivators he had killed before and put them away.

When it was getting dark, the two maids found the blood word, and soon, what happened in Qingyuan spread to the Zhang family.

After a while, an old man in a green robe who cultivated in the middle stage of the Orange Pill and a middle-aged man in black who cultivated in the late stage of the Orange Pill came to the Qingyuan with seven cultivators.

Among the two Orange Pill Stage cultivators, the old man in the green robe was Zhang Ziming, and the middle-aged man in black was Shen Yunfeng, a subordinate of Qingyun Hou.

After staring at the blood word for a moment, Shen Yunfeng spoke first: "Is it Wan Zijing?"

"It should be him!"

Zhang Ziming replied to Shen Yunfeng, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he shouted loudly: "It's not good, we fell for his trick of turning the tiger away from the mountain." ”

Without waiting for Shen Yunfeng to reply, Zhang Ziming jumped out of the house and headed south at a very fast speed on the ridge of the roof.

Seeing this, the others were stunned for a moment, and then followed.

After a while, the nine cultivators came to a large manor more than a thousand zhang south of Qingyuan.

This big manor is the manor of the Zhang family.

Back at Zhang's house, Zhang Ziming let out a long whistle.

In just a few breaths, the cultivators of the Zhang family, except for the three who were in retreat in the star array, the rest of the cultivators all gathered around Zhang Ziming.

Seeing that no one of the clansmen had an accident, Zhang Ziming's nervous expression was obviously eased.

After a while, Zhang Ziming's face was full of gloom again, but he thought of those cultivators in the Qingyuan.