"I think that as long as I get this map, the purpose of the immortals will be more than half achieved. Originally, I would have given this picture directly to the Immortals, but now that the city is at a critical moment of life and death, I hope that the Immortals-" Ouyang Lan said this, his voice stopped, and he threw a hopeful look over.

Ye Quan didn't want to ask for other people's things in vain, let alone a woman.

Hearing this, he suddenly had an urge to roll his eyes at him, and he said a little impatiently: "It's better not to beat around the bush, if you want to put forward any conditions, just say it." As long as someone can do it, it's not something beyond his power, it's easy to say. ”

"Hehe, Brother Ye is really temperamental, I won't tell you, there have been many missing people in this city recently......" Ouyang Lan said what he had said to the white-clothed scribe before, and roughly repeated.

Finally, he added: "The immortal dressed as a white-clothed scribe just now, he has already promised to deal with that ghost, he has enough cultivation in the middle of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, and now, as long as Brother Ye you go to help one or two from the side, if you see that there is a gap between the two of them fighting, you will secretly help and kill that ghost." Of course, if the ghost has been ambushed after you go, then you have completed the request, and in both cases, I will fulfill my promise and hand over the map to you in its entirety, how about it?"

Ye Quan pondered for a moment, feeling that this matter didn't seem to be too dangerous, after all, there was a master in the middle of the Kaiyuan Dynasty to take the lead, and he was just playing cover, and it was nothing to go on a trip, so he nodded and agreed.

Afterwards, Ouyang Lan explained the relevant situation about the ghost in detail again, and then took out a map of the nearby area from his bosom, and pointed out the location of the evil ghost to Ye Quan.

The two discussed the kung fu of a cup of tea in the main hall, Ye Quan hurriedly left the city lord's mansion, and when he went out of the gate, he pasted a magic talisman on his body, and hurried away, and there was no one in a blink of an eye.

Ouyang Lan came to the gate, looked in the direction where Ye Quan disappeared, and unconsciously remembered the scene where he held his hand just now, and suddenly raised his jade hand lightly, a little stunned, and then felt really funny, shook his head lightly, and then when he looked out of the city again, a trace of worry flashed unconsciously in his beautiful eyes.

He prayed in his heart: "I hope that evil spirits will be removed." All is safe in Tahoe City. ”

......

Black Wind Ridge is located about sixty miles northwest of Tahoe City.

I learned from Ouyang Lan that this Black Wind Ridge used to be a mass grave, I don't know how many years ago there was a big war of hundreds of thousands of people, and most of the bones of the soldiers were buried on the spot after they died.

Ye Quan stopped in front of a huge bluestone in front of the Black Wind Ridge, looked up, and couldn't help frowning, seeing a faint black gas shrouded in the mountains and mountains, the colors of the mountain streams and streams seemed to be not so pure, and the lush forests and bamboos were even longer like ghosts.

The weather of the forest and ghost domain.

"It's not surprising that this kind of place looks so sinister that it breeds evil spirits. Ye Quan thought to himself.

It didn't take long for a stream of yin qi to strike, and his whole body unconsciously felt a little uncomfortable.

Ye Quan hurriedly carried out mana all over his body, and this yin qi was isolated.

He secretly speculated in his heart: "The yin qi here is so strong, ordinary people enter its range, and if they don't have the mana to resist the yin qi, they will definitely be affected by the yin qi and hurt the body's vitality, even if they are okay afterwards, they will be seriously ill." ”

After all, he had never seen a ghost, so Ye Quan was still extremely careful, and the Divine Talisman in his arms was well prepared, so that it could be used in time in case of accidents.

Then he took out a spirit stone and held it in his hand to restore his mana, the reason why he didn't use the pure aura exuded by the treasure bottle to recover was because this was an open-air environment after all, and it would be a lot of trouble if someone discovered the secret of the treasure bottle.

After a while, Ye Quan's mana also returned to its peak state, and he tried to go deep into this area.

He thought that since the white-clothed scribe Li Xianfeng had come in advance, there should be a fight, so it was better to move forward cautiously.

Ye Quan walked all the way unfast, looked around, and said that it would be a lie not to be nervous, I have seen a few monsters in this life, but I have really never seen this ghost.

It wasn't until he was three or four miles deep into the Black Wind Ridge that he heard the sound of a thunderbolt fighting.

Ye Quan's spirit was shocked, and he immediately shook his spirits and quickly followed the sound.

When he got closer, he quietly hid behind a black stone and looked at it carefully.

It was found that Li Xian, dressed as a white-clothed scribe in front of him, was besieged by a group of monsters.

The monster was about the same size as an ordinary young man, with a hideous face, green fangs, two horns on its head, nails like sharp knives more than an inch long, and muscles all over its body were knotted and covered with black lines.

It should be the ghost in Ouyang Lan's mouth.

It's just that how can there be so many ghost things? Didn't you say that there was only one? Ye Quan's face suddenly darkened, but after thinking about it, this Ouyang Lan is a mortal body after all, and the ghost thing is powerful and mortal is an opponent, and it is not so simple to investigate clearly, forget it, let's talk about this matter later, there is really no effort to think of such a mess now.

Ye Quan saw that the ghost thing was as agile as a cheetah, and every time he pounced, he brought a vicious wind, and his sharp knife-like nails slashed through the black bamboo with the thickness of his arm, and the black bamboo instantly split into two.

More than a dozen ghost attacks seem to know how to cooperate, not indiscriminately attacking, and it looks very orderly.

It's just that although their attack power seems to be quite weak, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, for the white-clothed scribe Li Xian, it can't break his aura shield.

Occasionally, it hits it, and it only produces some small ripples.

Li Xianfeng relied on his mana cultivation in the middle of the Kaiyuan Dynasty to open the aura shield to protect his body, and a spiritual light flickered under his feet, as if he had cast some light spirit spell, making his movements extremely fast.

And its pace is also powerful, moving left and right in an instant, it seems to be somewhat similar to the strange steps performed by Zhou Ninghai, a loose cultivator that Ye Quan once encountered, but the speed is faster, and it seems much more wonderful.

These guys who can cultivate to the middle of the Kaiyuan Dynasty are really not fuel-efficient lamps, and this pace made Ye Quan's eyes hot for a while.

Without such a pace, once you fall into a siege, you will not be beaten passively, and it will not be easy to fight back.

Ye Quan pondered in his heart.

With a 'bang', Li Xianfeng saw the opportunity to send out a fireball technique, which immediately turned a ghost that could not be avoided into a ball of flames, burning fiercely, and in a moment it became a wisp of black smoke and dissipated.

"Huh?"

"This ordinary fireball technique can actually destroy these ghosts, can my ice needle technique too. Ye Quan's mind was lively, he was originally here to fight the stuffy stick, to assist from the side, and occasionally to take such a needle, it should be easy to leave all these ghosts behind.

Do what you think.

Ye Quan carefully observed the environment and found that there were some grass or large stones on all sides, and the corners of his mouth smiled strangely.

Slowly aimed at one.

'Whoosh!'

An ice needle shot out in an instant, but Ye Quan didn't look at the shot and missed, so he immediately rushed out to the side, ran behind a stone in the other direction, and hid again.

'Huh'!

The ice needle shot into the center of a ghost's eyebrows, and an unwilling roar came out of its mouth.

Even if Ye Quan couldn't hear the monster's roar of pain, he knew that he would definitely shoot, and at this moment, he would only have the ice needle technique derived from this ice pick technique, so he had been practicing, not to mention that the accuracy was not to say that he could shoot a mosquito from thirty zhang away, but he could also shoot a larger butterfly.

Just a moment later, Ye Quan's pupils immediately dilated, and his heart seemed to be turning over a monstrous wave.

"What's going on?