Time kept passing, and Fang gradually left the white grass road for nearly a day.

There is already a boundary between light and darkness in the sky, and it will not be long before darkness falls.

At this time, due to the fact that the wind riding talisman was gradually moving away all the way, a vague outline could already be seen in the distance.

Fang gradually left to know that there was a deserted city.

The strange feeling in his heart had disappeared, and he thought that the person behind him should not be chasing after him for a while.

Although he didn't see that person, Fang Yanli didn't feel anything.

Because he had to hurry back to the sect in a hurry, otherwise there might really not be enough time.

If they are really chased by that person, then maybe the two will waste a lot of time fighting, and the other party's origin is unknown.

After another moment of relaxation in the air, the speed of the Wind Riding Charm was really amazing, and it soon took him outside the deserted city.

Removing the wind talisman, Fang gradually left his body and came to the gate of the deserted city.

Looking up at the deserted city, it was still as desolate and dilapidated as ever, just as it was when Fang gradually left before.

This deserted city was the one that Fang Yanli had passed by before he and Yan Xia, so Fang Yanli still felt a little familiar when he looked at it.

He glanced back at the seemingly endless white grass road behind him, and after a while, Fang gradually turned around.

It seems that he really didn't catch up, and Fang gradually relieved himself subconsciously.

However, at this moment when Fang gradually relaxed!

As if waiting for a long time, waiting for the momentum,

A pitch-black glow is like a poisonous snake in the night, madly breaking through the sky,

A muffled sound came, Fang gradually left his neck with a pain, and an irrepressible sweetness emerged in his throat.

Poof! Fang gradually spurted out a mouthful of blood, and there was even some black clotted blood in his mouth.

He turned around abruptly and glanced at the two figures in the air in the distance, his pupils narrowing.

Immediately, without saying a word, Fang gradually turned around and fled directly into the deserted city.

"Hehe, can you run?" the man who showed his body in the air smiled grimly.

This man, just looking at his appearance, is only about twenty years old, holding a transparent bead in his hand, dressed in black, and looks ordinary and impermanent.

It's just that the only thing that makes people's hearts feel awesome is that there is a terrifying skull tattooed on the two sleeves of the man's clothes.

This kind of costume has been seen by many people in today's world, but few people dare to provoke people wearing this kind of costume.

There is no other reason, this kind of appearance, but it can only be seen in the legendary disciple of the lost sect.

And behind this bereaved disciple, the one who has been hunched over and his head bowed is actually Xu Zhou, who has gradually disappeared from the ghost city!

"Young Master, aren't you going to chase him?" Xu Zhou couldn't help but remind a little eagerly as he watched Fang gradually disappear from view.

"Don't worry, he has been planted by me before, the unique chewing spirit poison in my Black Void Mountain Mourning Sect, that is something that makes many spiritual people frightened, no matter what kind of cultivation he is, if he doesn't want to die, he still has to come to me. The mourning disciple said with a proud face.

"Chew the spirit poison..."Xu Zhou shuddered.

Although the Black Mountain Range was far away, he had heard of the terrifying rumors about the bereaved soul cultivator.

It is rumored that there is a kind of person in the mourning sect who specially captures those spiritual priests who have not yet stepped into the cultivation, and then raises them as pigs and dogs, and when those spiritual priests reach a certain age, they can implant magic weapons in their qi sea to contain spiritual weapons, and the price of spiritual magic weapons can reach an appalling price.

Moreover, the so-called magic weapons do not necessarily refer to the spiritual treasures used by the foundation building monks, but include even the more unpredictable existences on them.

The frightening soul cultivator, the rumored thing used to restrain the spirits raised under him, is this spiritual poison.

There are many rumors about this spiritual poison, but each one is terrifying.

It can be said that a large part of the reputation of the Black Void Mountain Mountain comes from the spirit cultivators, so the reputation of the spirit poison it uses is also known to many people.

"What about this person's majesty before, I have the Spirit Bead given by the elders of the sect, as long as the spiritual power of the elders in it does not disperse, I can always use it to hide my body. If he escapes, no matter how careful he is, what can he do? What can he do to fight with us and the rest of the world!hahaha!" The disciple laughed wildly.

As he spoke, he flew to the top of the deserted city, and his voice rang out: "Sanxiu! If you know how good you are, you can come out now and hand over all what you have gained, and I can also consider sparing your life, if you insist on sticking to it, I am afraid that the consequences will make you miserable." I'll tell you! You've been poisoned by me! I'm sure you've heard of it, and if you don't want to die too ugly, get out!"

His voice echoed through the deserted city.

It's just that I don't know if the person is deaf and dumb, and after his voice came out for a long time, the person didn't react.

The silent deserted city is like a calm backwater under the night.

"Hehe, what a fool!" the vicious look in the eyes of the bereaved disciple flashed.

In fact, the reason why he used to chew the spirit poison was that he thought about whether he could capture that person and give it to the elder in charge of raising the spirit, and he couldn't say that he could gain a lot.

It can be said that he just wants to squeeze out all the value of Fang Wanli's body.

......

In a hidden dark room in the deserted city, Fang gradually sat in it with an ugly face.

At this time, the area around the dark room had been completely sealed off by Fang gradually detached from the goblin affinity, and there was no trace from the appearance at all.

When he came, all the signs on the road were also erased by Fang gradually away one by one, and the two people should not be able to find them in a short time.

"Damn, it's still yin!" Fang gradually said with hatred.

Unexpectedly, he took precautions for a whole time, but he was still succeeded by that person in the end.

And what made him tremble all over, and what made him furious in his heart was that that person was still a disciple of the dead sect.

Poof! Fang gradually removed the thing that had pierced the skin of his neck.

It is a black seal with a sharp tip and a pungent smell.

"Sure enough, it's a spiritual poison. Fang gradually left and suddenly felt that the world was spinning.

I didn't think that I could escape from there a few years ago, and now I will be poisoned by the chilling poison I had at the beginning.

Of course, this mouthful of spiritual poison has also been undermined, it will attack once every seven days, when it is like ten thousand ants devouring the heart, and the sea of qi is like countless poisonous snake bites, which is a strange poison that can really torture people to death.

Seven attacks in a row, each more painful than the other, and by the seventh time, death was assured!

Outsiders don't know how to chew the spirit poison, but Fang gradually leaves and knows that there is no solution to this spirit poison.

At least with Fang gradually departing from his current strength, there is no way to do it.

Or from another point of view, the only way to unlock the spirit poison is to destroy the sea of qi.

But once the spirit loses his breath, he will still die, unless something can replace him.

On the side of the mourning soul cultivators, it is to place the magic weapon in the sea of spiritual qi, so as to relieve the spiritual poison in disguise.

But in the same way, the person who takes out the weapon will surely die.

However, there has always been a rumor that once the magic weapon in the spirit slave's body is removed, then its blood will have the effect of removing the spirit poison from the mouth.

Therefore, many people who have been poisoned by the spirit poison for various reasons will start the idea of the spirit slave in the hands of the spirit cultivator, but even if the spirit slave has been taken out of the magic weapon and died, the price of its blood is often shocking.

At the beginning, Ah Ning was only taken out of a bell, and he was lucky not to die, after the two escaped, Ah Ning relied on Fang Wanli to suck his own blood, which expelled Fang Wanli's chewing spirit poison that had already occurred three times at that time.

Now, A-Ning is gradually getting away from Fang, and it is not easy to detoxify.

Anyway, we still have to survive the first time I chew the poison.

As soon as he thought of that painful feeling, Fang gradually left and his heart trembled.

With a muffled grunt, as time went on, the first seizures began.

It was only half a breath at the beginning, and Fang gradually left, his eyes were already red.

Bang! He slammed his fist into the black dirt wall beneath him, making a muffled sound.

It was as if there were thousands of ant colonies in the body biting wildly, and the sea of qi was like a knife cut, this feeling was like gradually dismantling Fang from the big eight pieces and then smearing salt on it.

Drops of cold sweat seeped down from Fang Yuanli's forehead, and the huge pain made Fang Yuanli want to bite his tongue and kill himself.

And that's just the beginning.

......

"Young Master, why hasn't that person shown up yet?" Xu Zhou asked a little strangely.

He was walking unhurriedly in the deserted city with this mourning disciple, but the latter didn't seem to be worried about Fang gradually escaping at all, just strolling around in the deserted city, looking very comfortable.

"Don't worry, I've seen a lot of this kind of person, and when the first attack is over, he will naturally find it. The bereaved disciple smiled contemptuously.

He has really seen a lot of this kind of person, what arrogance, all bullshit, in the end facing such torture, don't you still obediently run to die?

Xu Zhou looked at the mourning disciple in front of him, his mouth opened, and he wanted to say something, but the latter's footsteps suddenly stopped.

I saw that the two of them had unconsciously walked into the deserted city again, and this bereaved disciple was looking at the huge open space square of the deserted city in front of him with great interest.

At this moment, in the square, on top of the three iron pillars in front, there are three figures.

If Fang gradually left here, he would definitely be able to recognize that these three people were actually the three Jiang Qingya who had only met two days ago, but for some reason, the three of them had returned to this deserted city.

"It's better to keep the things on your body obediently. Jiang Qingya, who was the leader, chuckled.

As he spoke, there was a sound of chatter among the surrounding weeds, and more than a dozen people walked out.

It was the people who had gradually separated from the frontal confrontation with Fang at the beginning.

It turned out that Jiang Qingya and the others were here to join these subordinates.

"Interesting, interesting. The mourning disciple laughed, his eyes mostly stayed on the blood luo behind Jiang Qingya, his gaze was unconcealed, as if he wanted to see through all his clothes.

The woman's wild and bloodthirsty eyes narrowed the eyes of the disciple of the mourning sect, and then he showed a look full of interest.

The smile in Jiang Qingya's eyes gradually subsided, he stepped out in one step, blocking in front of Xueluo, and when he looked at it again, he already had a cold face.

This person has such a naked gaze, if he still doesn't know what he is thinking, Jiang Qingya will not be a man.

Seeing Jiang Qingya's reaction, the bereaved disciple's face froze.

"Hehe, do you know who I am, dare to hit me with an idea?" The mourning disciple opened his arms and let the sleeves with the two skulls flutter in the wind.

Jiang Qingya was stunned for a moment, and his eyes swept over the man's hands.

"Funeral?"

"Even if you still have a little eyesight, hehe, if you put the one behind you today..."

But soon, Jiang Qingya's somewhat rude and rude words came out, and he was interrupted.

"What about the mourners, if you don't leave everything on you today, then don't leave!!"