Han Yu raised his right hand, and the power of Ruijin came out in response, isolating the seven evil spirits, and said with a smile: "How about it, if it weren't for Fengyue's sake, this seat wouldn't be so easy to talk to!"

"Yue'er?" The anger in the ghost king's eyes faded a little. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Indeed, with this person's cultivation, even if he forcibly casts the soul searching technique, he can get the answer he wants, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, and a cyan rune flew out from the depths of his eyes.

The ghost clan is indeed accomplished in the application of the way of the divine soul, and all the memories related to Bai Qi's Mausoleum of the First Emperor have been burned in this rune.

Han Yu knew everything after refining the runes, and his words were unfounded, but this memory could not be faked. It's just that what he never expected was that the Mausoleum of the First Emperor was actually hidden under the Jixia School Palace, and sure enough, "the most dangerous place is the safest place".

The hundreds of schools of thought are hidden, and this Jixia School Palace seems to have declined, but the masters of Confucianism, law, fame, and soldiers in the past dynasties are all living in it, and God knows how many masters there are. Before his death, the first emperor cast a spell to move the imperial tomb here, although it avoided being found by people with ill intentions, but he did not expect that with the rise of Confucianism in the future, the strength of this Jixia school palace would become stronger and stronger, and it could be regarded as a cocoon.

As a result, Han Yu had no choice but to temporarily dispel the idea of looking for the Tomb of the First Emperor, and glared at the leisurely Ghost King viciously. Bai Qi has suffered a lot over the years, and at this moment, he was isolated from the erosion of the formation by Han Yu's mana, and finally saw the light of day again, and then looked at the other party's helpless expression, and his heart was even more happy.

After practicing in Beibi Mountain for many years, he did not have the idea of the tomb of the first emperor, but as Han Yu worried, now that Confucianism is prosperous, there are tens of thousands of Confucians in the palace alone, not to mention those unfathomable sons of a hundred schools. This is the essence of the human race, after experiencing the Lich War and the War of the Gods, it finally has enough strength to laugh at the heavens.

The Buddha phantom in the outside world had already begun to crumble, Han Yu collected his mood for a while, and began to look at the array flag that trapped the ghost king's body.

"This is the 'Soul Lock Flag'......" Bai Qi felt the need to remind this senior.

As soon as Han Yu's left sleeve turned, thousands of black mosquitoes flew out from the bottom of his sleeve, making the flag strong inside and out, followed by a scalp-numbing click.

Bai Qi was stunned in the middle of his words, and at this time, he saw that the soul lock flag that had trapped him for hundreds of years suddenly became a thousand holes, and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, his already blue face became bluer and bluer, and a cold sweat broke out on his head. Until he regained his freedom, he only trembled for a while.

Han Yu put away the black mosquito clone, and when he saw that the arrogance of this ghost king disappeared, he secretly snorted coldly, this is really a demon who only has a "wicked" person!

"Thank you seniors for saving your life!" Although it was not clear how Fengyue found such a murderous helper, he still thanked him stubbornly.

Han Yu pursed his lips: "The general is like this?" It's not that he deliberately embarrassed the other party, it's really that Bai Qi's appearance at this time is too infiltrating, not to mention the green-faced fangs, and the body is like a floating catkins, but this guy still has to maintain a human form, so that the intestines and something are still flowing out.

"Uh!" Bai Qi remembered that he had been devastated, and he had not had time to re-transform his true body, thinking, the secret method of silent luck, finally had a decent appearance.

Han Yu vaguely sensed that this female ghost was in high spirits at the moment, and he didn't know how their treasure theft was going. Thinking about it, he set his eyes on the battle between the Buddha's phantom and the Xuantian Dao Master, and it seemed that the relics had reached the stage of collapse. It's just that there is no news from the mosquitoes he sent out to find the secret of cultivation.

Incarnating hundreds of millions is the natural power of the blood-winged black mosquito, Han Yu can manipulate the strength of the clones at will, but these clones themselves do not have much mind, at most they act according to the instructions left by Han Yu. Fortunately, as long as the distance is not too far, Han Yu can control the clone through the connection between the bloodlines, and temporarily descend his consciousness on the clone.

At this moment, the frequent switching of the doppelganger's field of vision is actually extremely heavy on his soul. Soon, a feeling of dizziness came into his mind, and Han Yu finally withdrew from the doppelganger's field of vision.

"It seems that we should pay more attention to the cultivation of the divine soul in the future!" Thinking about it, Han Yu looked at the ghost king who had re-transformed his body. With thick eyebrows, starry eyes, and a gray and white robe, he looks like a kind person from a distance, but when he takes a closer look, the scar from the left forehead corner to the right chin makes his whole person look a little vicious and terrifying, and he really deserves the name of the ghost king of the mountain.

"I don't know what the seniors call it?" Bai Qi bowed solemnly.

"Han Yu!"

With that, the two of them had already arrived at the periphery of the Seven Evil Soul Locking Array.

As soon as the array flag was gone, the seven evil spirits also lost their greatest restraints, but it was a little difficult to leave the seven innate locust trees, and when they saw Han Yu and the others at this moment, they were dancing with their teeth and claws.

These seven pieces of wood are all treasures! According to the knowledge obtained from the Heavenly Thief, this wood can not only be used to condense evil magic weapons, but also to raise ghosts and souls.

Bai Qi has been bullied by the Seven Evil Spirits for hundreds of years, and when the enemy meets at this time, his eyes immediately turn red. However, seeing Han Yu looking at the seven pieces of wood thoughtfully, he couldn't do it right away.

At this moment, there was a sound of "clank! clank!" in the distance.

Bai Qi's complexion changed greatly: "Soul Bell!"

As soon as the words fell, an old Taoist priest had already limped into the field of vision of the two.

This person is wearing a green robe, a green fur hat, a crane on his turtle back, a small bell in his left hand, and a magic trick in his right hand, holding a mantra constantly, it is the big Mao Jun among the three Mao Zhenjun.

The bell is naturally the white jealous of the soul bell, the old Taoist is not really lame, this strange footwork is called Yu step, according to legend, it is a footwork that Yu comprehended when he controlled the water, and was used by Da Mao Jun at this moment, which invisibly added a little bit to the power of the soul bell.

Bai Qi had already been severely injured, and at this time, the bell rang suddenly, and he was already a little shaky.

Han Yu knew that it must have been this old Dao who had done something on the formation flag, and when he devoured the soul locking flag, he caught his attention. Thinking about it, he said to Bai Qi: "You can hide in this locust tree first!" As he spoke, he collected the seven locust trees.

Bai Qi didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he took the opportunity to hide in one of the locust trees, causing the evil spirit inside to scream.

Han Yu didn't care about this, and he collected the magic weapon space of the bloodthirsty bead in one go.

Da Mao Zhenjun sighed lightly, but the soul bell in his hand shook more and more urgently, and the bell rang one after another, like a rainstorm.