Seeing that Xiao Chen seemed to have changed in an instant, Zhiluan was so frightened that he didn't laugh anymore, and blinked his eyes and said, "I said, this joke is going to be laughed at for a year." ”

"Last!"

"Haha, you're actually going to catch a thousand-year-old corpse ......"

"One more sentence!"

"Little ...... Boy, aren't you evil......" Zhiluan saw that Xiao Chen's expression suddenly became very weird, this dead and silent cold night was indescribably weird and terrifying.

He cautiously leaned to the side and whispered: "I said, a corpse ghost with more than a thousand years of resentment cannot be killed, it does not have three souls and seven spirits, as long as it dies, its resentment will immediately regenerate it, unless it ......"

Xiao Chen felt cold all over his body, a little dizzy, this feeling was like suddenly falling into a cold and dark abyss, and this abyss had no bottom, just kept falling, kept falling, couldn't die, could only be in darkness and despair all the time.

"Little ...... Boy, what's wrong with you?" Zhiluan saw that his expression changed again, this time he lowered his voice, changed the topic, and cautiously walked a few steps closer to him, but he was afraid that he would suddenly lose his mind and become violent, so he didn't dare to get too close.

Xiao Chen's expression was a little dazed, and he suddenly remembered that many years ago, when he was still in the Xiao family, when he learned that he could not practice martial arts, when he could not find a trace of thousands of years ago, he was very depressed during that time, and when he thought of death, he jumped from the cliff of the Hongting.

Such a high cliff is that even a cultivator is going to fall to his death, but the moment he lands at that time, that feeling is like falling into a cliff in a dream, and the moment he falls to the ground, all consciousness is gone, not even the dream is gone, that feeling is a real death! But later, he miraculously woke up again......

What the hell is going on, who is he, is he really ...... No, it's impossible, people will die and their souls will be scattered, and their three souls and seven spirits are still there, because they think too much.

After a while, Zhiluan walked up to him and whispered: "Boy, don't go to that Ghost Crying Ridge, the heavier the resentment, the more powerful the corpse ghost will inevitably become......"

Xiao Chen didn't speak, and slowly put away these messy thoughts in his mind, and the heavier the resentment, the more powerful the corpse charm, resentment, corpse charm...... He suddenly thought of something again, and exclaimed, "Not good!" The words fell, and he hurriedly ran out of the cave.

"Where's the boy, wait for me!" Zhiluan also spread his wings and chased after him.

A man and a cat flew out of a hundred miles, and returned to the top of the cliff where he fought with Danyangzi before, this place was extremely bloody, and the broken corpses were terrible all over the ground, Xiao Chen walked to the place where Danyangzi died, and was shocked: "Oh no!"

The corpse is gone, there are only those corpses that have been cut to pieces by the seven killings nearby, Danyangzi's body is gone, Xiao Chen turned his head to look at Zhiluan: "Did you bury his body?"

"No! Yu Shiyi knows that Tianhuomen has a grudge against you and Luoyatou, and there is Luoyatou, how could he go to collect the corpses of the people of Tianhuomen. ”

Xiao Chen froze, as if talking to himself: "That's weird, it can't be so short to gather resentment and turn into a corpse, ......right?" Corpse Refining Sect!"

"Meow a mi! Ben Daxian also thinks yes! This corpse collection faction is too insidious! I picked them up for nothing!" Zhiluan tied his claws to his chest and flew in mid-air, puffing up, as if he had suffered some big loss.

Xiao Chen stared in the direction of the depths of the mountain range, but he couldn't see anything in the dark, Danyangzi was extremely resentful when he died, and he was at the peak of annihilation, if he was refined into a corpse puppet, he would definitely be able to absorb more resentment than an ordinary corpse puppet, and it was very likely to retain the resentment before his death, this time it was a big trouble......

"Tanuki, come here!"

"What's wrong?" Zhi Luan was looking around, but he suddenly shouted, flew over, Xiao Chen said: "You go back and tell Brother Yifeng, let them go back to Yuqing Gate as soon as possible, don't stay in this mountain." ”

Zhiluan spread his paws: "I'll try." After speaking, he turned his head and muttered in a low voice: "Yu Shiyi is a stupid cow, the cow has a stubborn temper, and he is still brainless, he will do whatever Qingchen asks him to do, and he will jump ...... let him jump into the fire pit."

Xiao Chen sighed softly, in fact, Brother Yifeng is very similar to himself back then, right is right, wrong is wrong, good is good, evil is evil, and it has always been clear.

Zhiluan glanced at him: "What's the matter, boy, are you going to go to the end of the world alone from now on?"

Xiao Chen sighed and shook his head, he is now too close to Yu Yifeng and his party, but it will affect Yuqingmen, and then there will inevitably be villains who make a fuss about this, and said: "Help me take care of Xian'er when you go back." After speaking, he took out a six-grade spirit stone and handed it over.

"When you have time, take her down the mountain to play in Qingzhou City, what she wants, you buy it for her, I can't come back now." ”

Zhiluan took the spirit stone and muttered, "Dead boy, ...... so rich"

"Alright, it will be dawn in a while, you can go back. ”

"Boy, be careful. Zhiluan looked at him one last time, spread his wings and muttered something while heading to the place where Yu Yifeng and the others were camped.

Watching the tanuki spirit gradually disappear into the night, Xiao Chen sighed deeply again, this time, he felt that something big would happen in the near future, and he hoped that this time he would be alone and would not drag down the people around him anymore......

The night is desolate, the cold wind gusts, Xiao Chen feels a little chaotic now, the master has not been found, and the mystery of his resurrection cannot be solved, and now there is a corpse refining sect, if the thirty-one people who disappeared are really the ones who were killed by the corpse refining sect, and the people who disappeared in the past were also done by the corpse refining sect, then it must be unusual, Weiyang also happened to be the birthday of July 7......

In the dark, it was as if there was a pair of invisible hands leading him to a certain place, which must be the meeting point of all puzzles.

And now, he couldn't do anything, he sat down and took a deep breath, maybe he could be in the Purple Mansion of the Human Realm for a while, but if he wanted to find out all the puzzles from thousands of years ago, it was far from enough, at least he needed the strength of the True Immortal level to be qualified to investigate those puzzles.

Xiao Chen looked at the mountains looming in the distance, what he needed now was to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, otherwise he wouldn't be able to intervene in those big events at all. Although he thought so, whenever he encountered something related to Master Ling Yin or the mystery of his resurrection, he would always be distracted.

The night seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, and a layer of light smoke and mist gradually shrouded all around, and the moonlight became hazy, like a light veil, and in the depths of the mountains, those that were visible and invisible, were hidden in unknown corners.

At this moment, in an unknown corner in the depths of the mountain range, there is a deep hall, the hall is crawling with thorn vines all around, as if it has been abandoned for a long time, and the hall is cold, cold to the bone, the top of the hall is open, the moonlight is just pouring down, according to the appointment, you can see a sarcophagus in the center of the hall.

The sarcophagus is very ordinary, there is nothing surprising, but it is slightly quaint, it should have been a long time, at this moment, there was a "click" footsteps outside, listening to the sound, there were two people.

A moment later, two men dressed in black walked in outside the hall, and when the two of them were still five or six zhang away from the sarcophagus, they didn't dare to go any further, the two looked at each other, and the man on the left said in a trembling voice: "Red...... Lord Red Sleeves. ”

The hall was silent for a while, and then, a woman's voice sounded in the sarcophagus: "How are the thirty-one people now......

"Back to ...... Returning to Lord Redsleeve, thirty-one people, they all ......" Speaking of this, his voice became lower and lower, and the man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued: "They are all dead......

"What are you talking about!" The sarcophagus in the middle shook violently, as if the entire hall also shook, and the two people outside the five zhang turned pale with fright, and hurriedly knelt down: "Lord Red Sleeves is angry!"

"Waste! It's all useless waste! You're all going to die!" came an angry voice from the sarcophagus.

When the two of them heard this, they were immediately frightened, and they couldn't stop kowtowing to the ground: "Lord Red-sleeves spare your life! Lord Red-sleeves spare your life! Lord Red-sleeves spare your life...... Finally, they both lay on the ground and didn't dare to move.

After a long time, there was silence in the hall, and the man on the right finally dared to raise his head, and said boldly: "Lord Red Sleeves, the cold prison is not something ordinary people can bear, thirty-one people, nine of them died as soon as they entered, eighteen of them lasted for a stick of incense, and the remaining four of the Yuan Infant Realm failed to survive the two pillars of incense, and they also died...... "At the end, his voice gradually lowered, and he didn't dare to continue.

"Half a year, more than half a year......! Rubbish!All rubbish!" The sarcophagus shook again, and the two people outside trembled with fright, trying to stop the trembling, but they couldn't stop the fear from the soul no matter what.

The man on the left said in a trembling voice: "Lord Red Sleeves is angry, and his subordinates will look for it again immediately, and they will definitely find the person that Lord Red Sleeves needs......"

After a while, the sarcophagus finally stopped shaking, and only heard the woman's cold voice from inside: "Then go and find it for me! Even if it is a mortal, as long as it is a woman born on the seventh day of the seventh month, you must find it for me!"

The two of them trembled all over, thinking that even cultivators couldn't survive the torture of the cold prison, mortals were only afraid that they would die as soon as they entered, and when the time came, the red sleeves would be angry, then they really had no place to die, and the man on the right said in a trembling voice: "Lord Red Sleeves, even cultivators can't survive the cold prison, mortals are only afraid of ......."

"Mortal...... I was also a mortal back then! How did I survive!" There was a loud shout from the sarcophagus, and the two people outside kept kowtowing: "My subordinates obey orders! I must go to find it!"

"Get out!"

"Yes...... Yes!" the two of them didn't dare to raise their heads, and even crawled outside with their belts.

After a long time, a woman's mournful voice came from the sarcophagus: "I must find the body of Xuanyin on the seventh day of July!" The voice echoed throughout the dark hall, extremely poignant, full of resentment, incomparable resentment, and terrifying.

......

"Weiyang!" Xiao Chen in the cave woke up in shock, but seeing that his face was pale and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, he had a very terrible nightmare.

(Well, there's something going on in the past two days.,I'll change it today.,I'll definitely take the time to make up for it.,It's so late.,I'm sorry!)