A pale green mist, invisible to the naked eye, fell on the wounds of the young man's corpse.

According to Yang Fan's previous experience, whether it is a wound, a scar, or a scar, the rain and dew technique can be easily competent.

The moment the green mist touched the wound, the mutation suddenly appeared.

Boom~

The wound covered by the rain and dew technique suddenly emitted a trace of black poisonous smoke, which only made people dizzy.

Moreover, a puddle of blood came out of the wound, and the flesh melted away, which was disgusting.

Yang Fan's face changed in shock, and with a "Teng" sound, he withdrew several feet away, carefully staring at the changes in the corpse.

"There won't be a corpse mutation......

Yang Fan's face was different, and he found that the black poisonous smoke on the wound gradually subsided, and a pool of blood flowed in front of the corpse, which melted into the earth.

Whoosh~

After a long time, the change disappeared, except that near the wound of the corpse, the flesh festered and dissolved a large area.

Such a strange change made Yang Fan both disgusting and curious.

"Why is this happening......

Yang Fan thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out.

Finally, he sighed lightly: "It seems that there are still many mysteries in this "Immortal Secret Jue", and you need to explore it yourself. ”

Improving his cultivation by healing the wounded is only one of the effects he has explored.

"This barren mountain and wild forest land should not stay longer. ”

Yang Fan finally resisted the curiosity in his heart, ignored the corpse, and left the wilderness.

Call!

He used the "Dead Wood Gong" again, adjusting the aura on his body to make himself look more like an ordinary person.

In order to prevent being recognized by a familiar monk after going to the "Xiuyu Pavilion", Yang Fan performed the "Transfiguration Technique" again, raising his body by a section, and even changing the muscles of his face.

Deadwood + Transfiguration

The former adjusts the breath, the latter changes the body shape and changes the appearance slightly. Yang Fan believes that as long as he is not a person who is very familiar with him, it is impossible to easily recognize himself.

Then he came to the vicinity of the official road, untied the reins of the horses, and took advantage of the faint night, when dawn fell, to gallop into the wind.

Not long after Yang Fan left, a flying eagle with green eyes suddenly flew in the night sky.

The eagle landed near the two corpses, circled for a moment, and then broke through the air.

In less than a moment, there was a sound of breaking the sky in the sky, and a fat old Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe, riding an eerie black fog, fell from the sky.

He looked at the two corpses below, frozen on the young man's.

Next to this corpse, there was a strange pool of blood, and the decay and burn marks on the corpse were even more shocking.

"Strange...... Could it be that my 'ghost corpse path' enemy has appeared?"

The fat old Taoist priest looked frightened, unfolded his senses, and looked around, but found no clues.

After pondering for a long time, I saw him wave his hand, and two wisps of demonic green fire jumped into the two corpses below.

Soon, the two corpses began to squirm and actually got up from the ground.

"The original owners of these two corpses are both immortal cultivators, and there is also a ...... of the contemplation period"

The fat old Taoist priest's face was slightly happy.

He then began to walk with the two corpses.

"Huh?"

The fat old man stared at the young corpse and found that this corpse was a little more difficult to indulge than the one in the contemplation period.

Seeing such a scene, the fat old Taoist priest's face became solemn, and a few wisps of demonic greenery burst out of his hands, pouring into the body of the young man's corpse.

Boom~

Bursts of light smoke rose from a certain part of the young man's corpse, and it took several breaths to settle down.

"What kind of exercise is this, as if it restrains the spell of my 'Ghost Corpse Dao'......"

The fat old Taoist priest looked solemn, his eyes were cold, and he reached out and patted a special black pocket on his waist.

An eerie aura erupted from the pocket, enveloping two corpses shaped like puppets.

Suddenly, the two bodies disappeared and were placed in black pockets.

After doing this, the fat old Taoist priest rode the black mist into the air, and as for the flying eagle with green flames, he didn't know where to fly to find the target.

"It's almost dawn...... Since I'm here, why don't I go to the 'Xiuyu Pavilion', I need some refining materials." ”

After that, the fat old Taoist priest drove the black mist and flew towards Xiuyu Pavilion City.

......

Speaking of Yang Fan, after leaving the wasteland, he quickly followed the official road.

However, after a moment of galloping, there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

After he left the wilderness where the battle had taken place, he did not dispose of the two corpses due to the mutation.

Now, when he thought of the two corpses, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Although Yang Fan is mentally tough, it is the first time to do such a thing as killing people and seizing treasures.

"Well, those two are dead anyway, as long as I am careful and don't take out that medium-grade spirit weapon easily, there won't be any big problems. ”

Yang Fan thought about it, so he temporarily turned to the matter of the two corpses.

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, Yang Fan suddenly had a strange reaction in his heart.

He couldn't help but look up into the sky, and with his eyesight, he only saw a vague black fog.

"That's ......"

Yang Fan's eyes condensed with a spiritual light, looking up at the black mist.

Faintly, he saw a slightly fat figure, riding the black fog under his feet, flying through the sky.

"This person turned out to be a Demon Dao Monk!"

Yang Fan was taken aback, and hurriedly eliminated the "Spirit Eye Technique" so as not to be detected by the other party.

After a few breaths passed, the black mist disappeared from Yang Fan's field of vision.

"That person just now, at least a monk above the late stage of contemplation, why did I suddenly feel his arrival......

Yang Fan secretly wondered in his heart, still thinking differently.

However, he had taken note of the matter, and had memorized the size and general outline of the monk on the black mist.

After a few more days of effort, Yang Fan finally arrived at a river near the "Xiuyu Pavilion", named "Qingjiang River".

"Qingjiang River" is an inland river that winds for thousands of miles, shuttles through a very large valley, the water flow is very large, the general area is hundreds of zhang wide, and there are many rivers in the boat.

"Qingjiang River, Xiuyu Pavilion, it's not the first time I've been here......"

Yang Fan sighed lightly and looked at the river in front of him that was turbulent and led straight to the mountains and valleys.

When he was six years old, his father took him to the "Xiuyu Pavilion" once, and then sent himself to the "Yangjiabao".

Subsequently, after being promoted to the concentrating period, he also flew with his sword, and came to Xiuyu Pavilion once, trying to find some clues about his father, but to no avail.

At this moment, he came to the "Xiuyu Pavilion" for the third time, but as a low-level pharmacist.

This time, Yang Fan couldn't fly by like the previous two times, and could only look for a ferry boat on the shore.

The route of Xiuyu Pavilion, Yang Fan still vaguely remembered, he found several fishermen and hired them to go to Xiuyu Pavilion.

However, most of these fishermen don't know where the "Xiuyu Pavilion" is.

"This son, I heard that you want to go to the 'Xiuyu Pavilion'?"

At this moment, a young man with a thief's eyebrows and a mouse-eyed man walked over.

"yes, do you know something?"

Yang Fan smiled slightly, knowing that there was a play, he must be the only monk who went to the "Xiuyu Pavilion", and there were not a few below the concentration period, they must have passed by boat through a certain way.

"Childe comes with me. ”

The young man gave Yang Fan a look and said very cleverly.

Yang Fan understood, followed the young man for four or five miles, entered a teahouse, and then walked in through the back door and came to a middle-aged man with a numb face.

"Third Master, I brought you a person, he is going to the 'Xiuyu Pavilion'. ”

The young man said flatteringly to the middle-aged man with a pockmarked face.

"Well, these two pieces of silver will be given to you. ”

The middle-aged man with a hemp face sent the young man away, looked at Yang Fan, and said with a smile: "Daoist friends are going to 'Xiuyu Pavilion'? We are specifically responsible for this matter, please come with me." ”

"Please lead the way. ”

Yang Fan found that this person was a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining, and the other party's numb face was most likely the result of disfigurement.

Along a dark passage, the middle-aged man with a numb-faced face took Yang Fan to a spacious hall.

As soon as the door opened, I saw that the light inside was soft, and there was a faint scent of sandalwood.

Yang Fan's gaze swept over the hall, and his pupils shrank slightly.

(The first chapter arrives, and it is recommended that there is no less)