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Now that he was not afraid of ordinary foundation building cultivators like Han Ying, he even had the strength to threaten them, but this did not mean that he was at ease. Fang Cai Han Yuan also figured out his bottom limit, after all, there was still a big realm between the two, if it wasn't for Han Li in his hands, he was afraid that he would not be able to take five moves under Han Ying. Of course, there was nothing wrong with escaping to protect himself, and it was not easy for Han Ying to kill him now.

Han Yuan knew very well that the battle just now was just a test of each other, so Han Ying saw that the situation was unexpected, so she walked so simply. Wait until the next goodbye, Han Ying has already taken precautions, how can there be no countermeasures? Now that Yinzi has not woken up, once Han Li is contained, he will be in danger.

This is also a helpless thing, the gap between the Qi training period and the foundation building period is too big to overcome. Han Yuan challenged the foundation with the cultivation of the Qi cultivation period, and it was already extremely remarkable to be able to reach this point. If you really want to get rid of Han Ying's threat or even kill her, you can only build a foundation.

Thinking about it this way, Han Yuan's desire to earn enough contribution points as soon as possible to return to the sect to build the foundation has become three points stronger, and he has no previous resistance to the task of the ghost village in front of him - since his strength is infinitely close to the foundation building period, it is not a big deal to challenge this so-called mortal task. The 1,500 contribution points are still very exciting to him!

Han Yuan thought so, and it didn't take long for him to come to the foot of Jiang Mountain. Seeing the lifeless villages and towns in front of him, Han Yuan's face gradually sank.

Tianjiang Ghost Village. It was originally a secular village called Tianjiang Village, and although it was not prosperous, its days were quiet and peaceful. Because it is leaning on the Jiang Mountain, many cultivators will also rest here when they cross the Jiang Mountain, and the Xuanyou Sect has also set up a small branch here, arranging for three outer disciples to be stationed.

Until two months ago, these three outer disciples disappeared at the same time!

The Xuanyou Sect has a great cause, and of course it doesn't care about the three outer disciples who are released from the outside. However, the entire branch has lost contact and has not been heard from, which still needs to be taken seriously, and a mission has been issued to investigate. This investigation led to a shocking conclusion -- in the entire Tianjiang Village, not to mention the living people, not even a dog or a chicken could be left. This village has become a ghost village.

If it is only said that all mortal animals are dead, the disciples of the Demon Sect will not care. After all, mortals are as weak as ants, and any monk with some skill can easily take their lives. However, after that, all the disciples who came to investigate did not return alive, which is an extremely frightening thing. The cultivation of the dead disciples is getting higher and higher, and the level of this task is rising step by step, becoming a mortal task until Han Yuan comes.

The information of this mission crossed through Han Yuan's heart one by one, making him feel a little drumming in his heart. People are always a little afraid of the unknown. However, the Han Yuan Art Master was bold, and cautiously stimulated the Poison Soul Qinggang Cover, and walked inside.

The deeper he went into the villages and towns, the tighter Han Yuan's brow wrinkled. There was no voice, no rooster barking, only his own footsteps, indescribably weird. As far as the eye can see, the whole village is lifeless, not to mention a living person, not even a chicken, not even a fly. There was a strong corpse aura in this village, and even if Han Yuan wisely added a circle of body protection aura to himself, he felt very depressed. He casually found a house that looked pretty good, pushed the door in, and took a look at the miserable situation in the house, when even his throat swelled, and a stream of acid water came out of his stomach.

Sitting on a chair in the room was a decomposing corpse, staring at him with wide eyes. If it was an ordinary corpse, Han Yuan had seen a lot, but the blood of this corpse seemed to have been drained, and the thin skin was dented and attached to the bones, which looked particularly terrifying. The corpses had almost rotted due to the passage of time, and the human skin had taken on an eerie dark green color, densely covered with cobweb-like veins, and countless white maggots poked their heads out of the corpses and burrowed down. The ground was covered with dark green slimy corpse fluid, making it impossible for people to get off their feet. Even with Han Yuan's psychological quality, he couldn't help but curse secretly.

Really, after the investigation, I don't know how to help collect the corpse and put it into the ground. Han Yuan's face was not very good-looking, of course he was not afraid, but it was disgusting. This is a secular village, and there is a secular government under its jurisdiction, but it may have been frightened by the tragedy of hundreds of people destroying the village, and there has been no official mission to collect the corpse for so many months, and it is even more impossible for the outer disciples who came to investigate to condescend to the mortals, so that the corpse decomposes into this virtue.

Han Yuan exhaled deeply, his fingertips flickered, and the ice technique exploded, and the room in front of him was immediately covered with a layer of frost. The slime and rotting corpses on the ground were frozen under the ice, making people look a lot more comfortable. Han Yuan endured his nausea and walked in and probed a little.

The body is intact. Although it was too decomposed to see clearly, it was confirmed that he had not received fatal injuries or lost any organs before his death. There was only a drop of blood left in his body, so that the blood vessels were pale and embedded in the flesh like dry stems and leaves.

It feels bad. However, the blood was drained and he died of blood loss...... This is clearly a demonic sorcery. Blood is the essence of the human body, and there are also many evil arts in the Demon Gate that use blood to cultivate, such as the Crazy Blood Peak in the Inner Gate of the Xuanyou Sect is cultivated with blood. It's just that the exercises of the Xuanyou Sect are very exquisite, and the blood of mortals or animals is mixed, and the disciples of the Xuanyou Sect can't look down on it at all. I'm afraid that the tragedy in this Tianjiang Ghost Village was committed by a certain demonic cultivator.

It's just that he was able to drain the blood of the entire village, and even did not hesitate to provoke the Xuanyou Sect, killing several outer disciples of the Xuanyou Sect in a row...... This guy is also a cruel madman, or a madman with at least the strength of the foundation building period. Fortunately, if you look at mortals, you can't think of being a strong person, right? With his current strength, it is impossible to defeat, but ordinary foundation building period monks will not want to take his life. Besides, the mission only said that he wanted to find out the truth of the ghost village, and did not say that he would be asked to solve the people behind the scenes, and he was not stupid, so he would not stay and fight to the death with a strange foundation monk. In this way, I am still safe.

Han Yuan walked out of this gloomy room and cast three spells in a row before he succeeded in releasing a small fireball. The fireball landed on the thatch on the roof, quickly unveiling a tongue of fire, enveloping the whole room and spreading to the neighbors. Soon, tongues of fire licked/licked/slammed into this ordinary little village, the sky was red, and there was an unpleasant smell of rotting meat mixed with the smell of tar in the air, and from time to time there would be a crackling and popping sound of sparks. It won't be long before the corpses here will be reduced to ashes and fall on their familiar land.

This is probably the last dignity he can give to these dead mortals.