After a tired day, the two brothers and sisters finally found a cheap hostel, and there was a faint musty smell in the damp room, but the two of them couldn't manage much, and they fell asleep after a simple wash. After a while, as the snoring of the nine collars sounded evenly, Yang Ji opened his eyes, changed his clothes and left the room like a tanuki without making a sound.

Taking advantage of the night, Yang Ji moved quickly on the roof, feeling that there was a circulating qi in his body that made his body light, although it was weak but continuous, and every time he circulated in his body, he would grow a little, which was very interesting.

Yang Ji knew that this qi should be a stepping stone given to him by Guan seniors, opening the threshold between qi refiners and ordinary people, and with the help of the true qi in his body, he rushed out of Dingling City and arrived at the outskirts in a moment.

With the faint starlight after the rain, Yang Ji groped his way to the cemetery on the outskirts.

It is not so much a cemetery as a mass grave of considerable size.

Before the establishment of the federation, I heard that there had been a number of meat grinder-like tragic battles here, the blood and bones of the enemy and our soldiers were mixed together, because they could not be identified, there was nowhere to bury, so they were hastily buried on this hill, and even the only few remaining monuments were eroded under the accumulation of years, and only half of them were eroded, and there was a period of time in previous years that there were frequent murders here, and then even if the murderer was caught, the people who came and went would rather take a detour than pass through this place, and it became a barren land over time, which was in stark contrast to the prosperity of Dingling.

Dingling, it seems that even the name of the city has a bit of a sense of appeasing the deceased.

If someone wants to dig a grave, then it is undoubtedly the best place to find their whereabouts off the beaten track.

The starlight sprinkled on the mass grave glowed with a miserable white light, and the sporadic ghost fires lingered among the dry bones of the lonely grave for many years, as if they were still trying to tell people about the tragic past, Yang Ji tiptoed to search for suspicious places, but his heart was also infected by the atmosphere here, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

When it was close to midnight, the sound of churning dirt came from the back of the mountain, which was very subtle but captured by Yang Ji's keen hearing, and when he listened carefully, there were occasionally a few words of incantation with a strange tone.

Gravedigger!

Yang Ji's heart froze, his hands and feet slowed down a few points, and he walked for a full quarter of an hour for a distance of dozens of meters before he found a large stone tablet to hide, and after confirming that it was safe, he secretly looked at the place where the sound came from.

In the moonlight, there was a short figure with his back to him, and he was wearing a red cloak, and a pile of white bones had been piled up in front of him, and the fresh earth piled up high looked like a newly erected grave, silently mocking the undead who could not even rest in peace.

I saw that the man pinched the trick with his left hand and covered the top of the bone pile with his right hand, and began to dance around the bone pile in a strange way, which looked like he was performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

The figure turned faster and faster, and a trace of black gas emerged from his wide cloak, and gently covered the pile of bones along his right hand, and the bones quickly blackened and corroded as if they had touched something highly poisonous, turning into a puff of black ash that drifted away with the wind.

This person's figure did not stop, and with a wave of his right hand, a coffin appeared on the ground out of thin air, not so much a coffin as a container full of corpses, the corpses were highly decomposed, and I don't know from which unlucky ghosts' graves were dug up, the black gas was suspended in mid-air and swayed slightly, slowly branching out many hair-like thin threads that wrapped the coffin like a swimming snake, mixed with the air and emitted a disgusting stench.

The clouds drifted through the sky and obscured half of the moonlight, and a fresh wind blew on the hills, bringing plant spores from the depths of the dense forest, covering this square inch of land with a layer of greenery, and the sound of birds and insects instantly fell silent, and the silence of the cemetery was particularly abrupt and strange.

Yang Ji reacted extremely quickly, and immediately held his breath as soon as he noticed that something was wrong, and he didn't have to worry about it for a while with the breath in his body.

The red-robed Taoist stiffened, and his speed slowed down, only to hear his right palm slam the ground with a strange roar, and the voice was as hoarse as a night owl, and the heavy coffin was also shocked off the ground by this palm.

The black qi that had been crawling slowly on the coffin suddenly became violent, enveloping him in the middle like a tornado, blowing away the green spores around his body.

In the dense forest to the east, a young man in a crumpled green suit came out, the crumpled suit was unobtrusively wide on his thin figure, and more conspicuous was the huge bag in his hand.

The young man squatted on the ground, opened his bag and took out a long needle with the thickness of his thumb, the word "broken" was engraved on the thick needle wall, and a broad and steady palm took the steel needle, and the strong man in a brown leather jacket strode forward to help him, and threw the long needle towards the demon road in a very exaggerated backward posture.

There was a clear sound of a porphyry like a soap bubble being punctured, and the black gas suddenly turned red, and then catapulted towards them at a very fast speed, and the ground where they passed was forced to plow a slender trench by the strong wind pressure.

The young man's face turned pale, but his hand speed remained stable, more than a dozen iron thistles were thrown out by him with heavy hands, and the cloth bag containing the medicinal powder was thrown high in a throwing technique, bursting a gorgeous peach above the head of the demon road, and the flying medicinal powder dyed the space beautifully, like a beautiful peach blossom rain out of thin air.

"Big brother, this demon Dao is so strong, I'm afraid it's a Qi Refiner whose strength surpasses that of a two-star Qi Refiner!" The young man screamed and retreated.

The tall body of the big man with a bronze wall blocked in front of the young man, and he saw that he had put on a pair of iron fists in his hands at some point, and the horse stepped deep into a big box, bent his legs and twisted his waist to punch, and met the black energy that galloped without any tricks.

The peach flying in the sky was like a wind and rain, which actually made the speed of the demon road stagnate, and the big man closed his fist and punched again at this moment, and hit it three times back and forth, and even his ankle was deep in the dirt because of the too much force.

The three punches that the Great Han made with a strange technique were like the crushed rock on the top of the mountain, but the power of the demon road to carry the collision was not trivial, and the result of the collision of the two iron hammers could only be a frequented mutual force.

The demon cloak "stabbed" and cracked into pieces, the big man spit blood and flew backwards, but his tall body was as light as a butterfly dancing with the wind at this time, thinking that it was a fluke, if it wasn't for the second brother's medicinal powder to work, I am afraid that this time it would be directly to explain the old life.

"The gap between Qi Refiners and ordinary people is really big, we got lucky with shit today...... The second brother's crow's mouth. ”

The big man fell to the ground with a "bang", there was no strength to fight again, there were dense and deep scratches on the iron fist cover, only half a point to touch the flesh, and the hot pain in his chest made him clearly realize that his ribs were broken several times, one of which was still dead against his lungs, so that even coughing brought out pink blood foam.

"Big brother, big brother, hold on! We will be able to deal with him soon, and we will definitely be able to go back safely!"

For the first time, the young man's expression panicked, and he staggered to the big man to hold his hand, but he tripped over the ground because the suit was too wide, and the huge bag flew to the grave a few feet away.

The demon road lost his cloak, and by the moonlight, he could see that his face was like a childish child about ten years old, and a bloody wound hung on half of his cheek, which looked a little terrifying, probably because he was injured by the steel needle just now. He spoke, but his voice was as hoarse as a torn cloth.

"Who sent you?"

The young man lowered his head and smiled miserably: "Why bother talking with the dying person? You first inhale the strong spring spirit, and then hit the red crisp hand, the separation of the two is not fatal, but after entering your blood mixture, it becomes a highly poisonous Huang Lingsan, since everyone can't live, it is better to die together." “