Long Ji watched the ten people walk away, and the golden light flashed in his eyes: "It doesn't look like it's weird......"

Yijian said with a smile: "According to Bei Cangcang's memory, not far ahead, there is a guarded place of Jingzong, they must have been tricked by Jingzong's masters, and they were so scared that their buttocks urinated, hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

The two looked at each other and laughed, lamenting the timidity of the ten. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since there were Jingzong's guards in front, the two had to make a detour.

The more you walk, the more the mountains and forests are withered, not only more and more sparse, but also cut off from life, as if sucked away by something, the roar of insects and beasts is extinct, and the mountains and forests are like dead land.

Long Ji solemnly observed the surroundings: "There is no demonic energy, and there is no trace of spells, senior brother, something is wrong!"

Yijian said: "There can't really be a trick, right? Old Ancestor ......"

Blood Chong's voice sounded in the sea of sword knowledge: "There is no trick! I haven't detected the aura of trickery, it must be something else!"

The two walked into a village.

Looking at the construction area of the village, it is definitely the scale of 10,000 people, the houses are dilapidated, and the ground has accumulated a thick layer of fallen leaves, and the atmosphere of slaughter is strong, quite bleak.

In the middle of the road, there were dozens of skinny figures, lying on their backs without breath, their expressions frightened, extremely distorted, and even a little hideous.

The wind blows, the fallen leaves fly, and the whole village is like a ghost.

The two of them moved like the wind, and in an instant, they traveled through the entire village, and converged at the other end of the village.

"Senior Brother Long Ji, how is it?"

"There is not a single living mouth in the village, there are only five hundred corpses, all of them look painful, they must have suffered great torture before they died, what is the result of your investigation, senior brother?"

"Just like you!hey...... Look at this method, it's like a ghost!"

Long Ji said: "If it is a ghost's hand, it will definitely leave a ghost qi, but there is no trace of the village, it is unlikely that it is a ghost ......."

Yijian frowned and said: "It's really strange, Bei Fan is choosing a good place, the demon is raging, he is a dream god, and he actually sits idly by!

"The Chong Realm is not small, it is estimated that some mortals have died, and it has not been put in their eyes!"

Yijian shook his head: "The Three Shinto Dao is too chaotic......

A sword can sigh, and it is impossible to do anything to uphold justice for mortals.

As soon as the two turned around, a fallen leaf floated in front of them, and a huge crisis grabbed the minds of the two.

The crisis came from nowhere, the two of them shouted angrily, and countless sword qi with the thickness of a hair erupted from the big points around their bodies, defending all aspects of the attack without dead ends.

"Hee-hee-hee......"

There was a soft laugh in my ears, and the voice was soft and delicate, making people feel soft and soft.

"Who!"

The sword was shocked, the divine sense did not find it, and immediately activated the spiritual sense, and vaguely saw a vague figure floating by, and disappeared in an instant.

"Boom!"

Long Jiyan's eyes were quick, and a sword qi flew out, but it fell into the air and hit a big tree, turning the big tree into flying ashes.

"Hoo ......"

A corpse was smashed towards the two of them.

A sword swung out a sword aura, turning the corpse into ashes.

"Hee-hee-hee......"

The ashes flew and vaguely formed a human form, and the soft laughter rang out again, and swooped down towards a sword.

In the state of spiritual consciousness, there was clearly a vague gray mist in the ashes, and before he got close to a sword, he felt that his heart was on fire, and a wave of heat suddenly rose.

"Good means!"

The origin of the gray mist is unknown, and there is an evil skill that attracts people's hearts and leads people to go mad, a sword is secretly praised, the sword light flashes, and dozens of sword qi cross slashing, splitting the mist.

A gust of wind blew, the ashes flew away, and the gray mist dissipated.

The spiritual sense swept through it carefully, and it was really gone!

A sword put away his spiritual sense, and said in confusion: "What is that? It's not any kind of evil path spell, and it's not like a ghost path cultivator, but it seems to have a wise ......."

Long Ji looked thoughtful.

The stone trembled at this moment.

Blood Chong's voice sounded in the sea of knowledge between the two: "That's the Liuying Clan!"

"Huh?"

A sword was shocked.

Blood Chong said: "The Liuying clan is also good and evil, feeding on nightmares, souls, flesh and blood, resentment and calamity, formless and substantial, coming silently, going without a trace."

As long as there is a person in the world who remembers, there will be traces of the people of the photo......"

Yijian was shocked by the strength of the photo: "Ancestor, why didn't you tell me these ...... before"

The stone trembled again, and a sword knew that it was not that Xue Chong didn't say it, but that Xue Chong had just knew.

Long Ji said: "As soon as the ancestor said this, I also remembered the record in the inheritance memory, isn't the Liuying clan extinct in Kyushu?

Blood Chong said: "The Liuying clan has only one 'brain', and the consciousness of all the clansmen is connected, or in other words, all the Liuying clan share one consciousness, even if only one is dead, as long as there is enough time, the entire race will reappear again."

Kyushu remembers how many cultivators of the Liuying Clan are, and it is not unusual for them to reappear.

The only thing that is strange is why they happened to appear in the Chong Realm? They also bewitched the aborigines of their own realm and ate them? After the Liuying Clan was replenished, their strength increased greatly, and they must have some schemes!"

The two were silent for a moment.

The Shadow Clan can silently infiltrate people's consciousness and probe the secrets of their hearts, and they are likely to find out the true location of Bei Fanzheng......

Yijian said: "The pure soul is very fragile, the Liuying clan is formless and substantial, and has no physical body, but they are still so powerful, I really don't know how they did it!"

Blood Chong said in a low voice: "Whether it is the body or the soul, it is just a derivation of the imprint of the truth. The Truth Imprint can derive the body and soul, and can naturally evolve into other forms.

Other forms may be more strange and powerful than the body and soul! formlessness does not mean that they are weak. ”

Long Ji said: "Hmph! After all, it's just an evil demon. ”

Yijian sighed: "Let's speed up!"

"Hmm!"

The two did not dare to delay at all, and moved forward rapidly.

Along the way, I encountered several lifeless villages, and the same was the hand of the Liuying clan.

"We've been all the way, and there are more than 200,000 mortals who have died, right? Why haven't the realm gods of this realm made any movement? Could it be that the realm gods have no way to take the Liuying clan?"

Soon, the two approached Bei Fanzheng's base camp.

The base camp is on the top of a high mountain, guarded by overlapping formations, there are hundreds of masters in the Divine Power Realm alone, and there are no more masters above the Divine Realm, and Bei Cangcang doesn't know how many there are.

The mountain was covered with snow, and there was a white mist surging, mixed with the rising water vapor, and the temple loomed in the sky.

The Heaven Escape Talisman spread out with all its might, slowly approaching.

Long Ji said: "According to Bei Cangcang's memory, it is difficult for us to get in, Senior Brother Yijian, Blood Worship Ancestor, do you have any practical methods?"

The stone trembled slightly, and a strange power poured into the body of Yijian and Long Ji.

Blood Chong said confidently: "Don't be afraid, just walk in!"

The two hesitated for a moment and walked towards the temple.

As soon as they stepped into the range of the mist, the two of them felt that their bodies were light, and they also turned into mist, and floated towards the temple.

The two didn't dare to look around.

Even though the fog is the same as the fog in the Oneiroi Relic, it has the effect of interfering with divine consciousness and eyesight, but a cultivator who has cultivated to an advanced level can still feel the gaze of others, and if he exposes himself because of his gaze, it would be too wronged.

Drifted all the way into the temple, bypassed the statue of Bei Fanzheng, and came to the back pavilion.

Immediately, the two came to a foggy hall.

In addition to the fog in the main hall, there are also thick translucent silk threads slowly turning, and there are extremely large numbers.

As the silk thread turned, a trace of mist emitted and merged into the mist of the main hall

Yijian felt the stone tremble with excitement, and was secretly surprised in his heart: "What is the origin of the stone ancestor? not only devouring life power, but also controlling these mists, even Bei Fanzheng can't find ......"

The life force that turns into silk threads also exists in the form of mist, but the fog that life force turns into is completely different from the fog in the land of the gods.

The eyes of the two of them were slightly hot, and the mist became transparent, and they could see the situation of the entire hall.

The room was a thousand feet high and low, supported by dozens of rough stone pillars, and the two of them were behind one of them.

In the center of the room, a cloud of light about the size of dozens of zhang trembled and swayed.

The breath of the light cluster is restrained, and no breath is released, but the sword still feels its strength, and the light cluster is full of light, constantly flickering, I don't know what kind of treasure it is.

Bevan was sitting cross-legged under the light.

In front of him, three gray phantoms floated slightly, it was the Lingering Shadow Clan!

Bei Fanzheng's face flushed, he stood up suddenly, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground, turning into wisps of mist, and returned to Bei Fanzheng's body.

"Buzz ......"

The gray shadow of the Liuying clan trembled, and took two steps forward.

Bei Fanzheng raised his hand: "It's okay...... It doesn't matter!

A man's voice came from a gray shadow: "We are ashamed of the master's cultivation, we still have nothing!"

"Hey......"

Bei Fan shook his head, and with a wave of his hand, a light curtain appeared in front of him.

In the light curtain, there is the scene of a village in the Realm of Chong, the village is about a thousand people, all the mortals are asleep, some mortals are smiling and dreaming, and some mortals are frowning and haunted by nightmares.

Wisps of white mist were released from the minds of mortals, and appeared in the main hall through the distance of time and space.

Hundreds of Shadow Clans hovered above the village, swooping down from time to time, rushing into the dreams of mortals, who trembled all over, and the overflowing white mist became more and more abundant.

Bei Fan was watching intently for a while, and then with a wave of his hand, another scene appeared.

In the video, a man with a blurred face has a colorful stone above his head, suspended in mid-air, and the fog that envelops the earth trembles with his hands waving, and the streamers rotate in it.

The man cast countless more spells, and the figure staggered, and the stone sank over his head, which was much better.

The picture dimmed and lit up again, the man was standing in front of the gate of a palace, and a maid came over and said in a low voice, "How is the first god general, Lord Oneiroiroi, doing what you ordered?"

"Fortunately, this is the ......" (to be continued.) )