The temperature difference between morning and evening in Kuqa is very large, and the sun is still exposed during the day, and the hot people sweat a lot. At night, the wind is biting, and the people who blow are shivering.

In the bright moonlight, two figures moved forward at ghostly speed.

After about an hour, they stopped in front of a bare mountain.

Zheng Zheng looked up, this mountain was particularly hideous under the black curtain, like a giant beast hovering on the earth, whining in the wind from time to time, showing mysterious and unpredictable.

Monk Fakong also stared ahead, and for the first time his face showed a solemn expression: "This mountain range is called Wagadin Mountain, and it is a sacred mountain among the natives of the Kuchali region. Whenever someone dies, the body is usually buried here. ”

"Heavenly burial?" Zheng Zheng said with a calm expression.

"Yes. Monk Fakong pointed to the hillside ahead, where there seemed to be a flash of green phosphorus fire. In the dark night, it looks very weird. He explained: "Because of the long history of celestial burials, the mountains are full of wilderness, and if you are not careful, you can step on dry bones. And there are also many corrosive animals with corpse gas, including crows, vultures, and so on. ”

"Let's go, let's take a look. Zheng Zheng pondered for a while, and then stepped forward without hesitation.

The two began to walk along the mountain road.

The yin here is very heavy, and the smell of corrosion is also very strong, which makes Zheng Zheng a little surprised, there should be some famous here, otherwise the scorching sun and strong wind would have cleaned these up.

"Chattering" There are a few night owl sounds from time to time in the night mountain.

After walking for about half an hour, Zheng Zheng suddenly stopped and looked around with some vigilance. The mountains here are extremely steep, surrounded by cliffs and rocky walls, and a series of strange peaks are stacked, surrounding the two of them in the middle.

Fakong sounded the Buddha's horn softly, and then said in a low voice: "The real person also found out?"

Zheng Zheng nodded, his face unchanged and said, "Yes, the yin, death, and corpse qi here are much thicker than in ordinary places." ”

Fakong pointed not far away and said, "There is a ravine crack in the mountain wall there, and most of the local people with status and wealth have buried their bodies in it. After a long time, it became a mound of bones and a cave of the dead. It's also a haven for ghouls. ”

Zheng Zheng looked in the direction, and there seemed to be a trace of smoke filling out under the moonlight, and he said in a deep voice: "Holy monk, the guy you are talking about, is it there to refine the iron armor corpse?"

Fakong nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

At this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly heard in the night sky: "Little bald donkey, I can't imagine that you will not change." Last time, I let you go, and today I even brought a helper over. It seems that you are idle and have a long life. ”

Fakong shouted "Amitabha", and then the Zen staff slammed into the ground, making a crisp sound. He said without sorrow or joy: "Ghost Taoist, the poor monk recites that God has the virtue of a good life, you still accumulate more yin virtue, and when the time comes, the province will be riddled with karmic fire, and you will fall into reincarnation forever." ”

"Chatter, little bald donkey, tell me these words. I read that it is not easy for you to cultivate, open the special network, hurry up and leave quickly, the time will really fall into reincarnation forever, and you will not be reborn. ”

At this moment, Zheng Zheng's eyes shot out two dazzling rays of light, staring at the crack in the distance, and shouted coldly: "Ghost Daoist, don't hide your head and show your face, if you have any ability, let's compare and compare." ”

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. At this moment, the yin wind suddenly howled, and then a disgusting aura permeated the audience, sweeping the audience in the blink of an eye. At this moment, a black shadow flew out of the cliff, like a night owl, gliding through the air with great dexterity, and finally fell to the ground.

"This is a yin corpse qi, which is dedicated to the body, and real people are careful. As soon as the Fakong Buddha power turned, the robe swayed, he swung it hard, and several strong winds came out, and soon the corpse qi was fanned away. ”

Zheng Zheng also has mana circulation, and the white light penetrates his body. As soon as all the black gas came into contact with the white light, it was immediately burned into nothingness. He stared closely at the black shadow in front of him, and said coldly: "Fellow Daoist, you are here to collect the qi of the dead corpse and refine the iron armored corpse, that is your freedom, I have no objection." But if you collect yin spirits and don't let them reincarnate as humans, you will hurt the heavens. I think it's better for you to leave a little life for them. ”

The ghost Dao man's footsteps flickered, and the figure appeared more than ten meters away in front of Zheng Zheng.

This is a short-looking old man with a foul air all over his body.

Although the night was hazy, Zheng Zheng could still roughly see his appearance, his body was as thin as firewood, his face was only skinny and cheeks, there was no flesh, and his eyes flashing with a faint green light were lifeless. He held a staff strung with a skull in his hand, and it looked eerie and terrifying.

The mana fluctuations on his body were like nothing, and if he didn't observe it carefully, Zheng Zheng wouldn't be able to discover his existence at all.

He was shocked in his heart, he couldn't see through his cultivation.

This is the first time this situation has been encountered, can it be said that the other party's cultivation is much higher than his own? Or does he have a magic weapon or practice in his hand to conceal his cultivation?

The ghost Taoist glanced at Zheng Zheng lightly, and his voice full of yin qi suddenly became ethereal and uncertain: "Little Taoist, it is not easy to reach the fourth layer of qi refining at a young age." I see that the white flame you just now is quite extraordinary, don't take it out and show it at every turn. It's not good to make people have bad intentions, and they kill people and sell more goods in the near future. ”

Zheng Zheng sneered, and said a little provocatively: "That's okay, you come to kill people and try to sell more goods?" Since the Linglong Pagoda was swallowed into his stomach, he died nine times and finally began to merge with his own spirit body. The benefit is **** night and night, and it is nourished by the mana true yuan hammer all the time. And all the spiritual objects in the space can naturally be driven, including Nanming Lihuo.

The ghost Taoist was unmoved, but said gloomily: "Okay, the old man's time is precious, you can step down." The day the ironclad corpse is completed is when I leave this place. ”

Zheng Zheng snorted coldly and said, "I'm sorry, I just fell in love with this place." ”

This place, with a strong sense of death, is not only a good place to refine iron armored corpses, but also a good place to sacrifice blood spirit flags. Although the death qi is much worse than the Xuanyin Ghost King's underground palace, the Blood Spirit Banner was a little damaged in the last battle with the Kunlun disciples, and it is lacking supplements.

"Boy, sure enough, I don't cry when I don't see the coffin. The ghost Taoist finally became a little angry, thinking that Zheng Zheng was randomly looking for an excuse to make stubble, and with a wave of the skeleton staff, a foul-smelling fishy wind blew, and there seemed to be a pair of silver pupils in the dark curtain scanning there.

This pupil is very weird, just swept by the silver light, I feel dizzy in my head, as if I want to fall asleep.

Zheng Zheng didn't dare to slack off, with a palm in his hand, and the moon-patterned white jade pen fell in the middle.

"Huh?" At this moment, the ghost Taoist suddenly let out a surprise, and then rubbed the skeleton staff, and the black mist came and went faster, but in an instant, it disappeared without a trace. His voice said in a tone of disbelief: "Moon-patterned white jade pen, may I ask who you are the real person of Guangxiang?"

Zheng Zheng's expression changed, and he said with surprise on his face: "Who are you?