The arrival of Shangguan Ce shows that at least the Incense Valley is still aware of the presence of monks entering southern Xinjiang. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although Qin Mu killed him and was able to postpone the opportunity for Incense Valley to learn the truth, after Wan Jianyi discussed it with him, he still always thought that it was important to complete the layout as soon as possible without further ado.

The crowd dispersed, in the midst of a hundred thousand mountains, making final preparations.

Qin Mu searched for the legend of southern Xinjiang and came to a high mountain surrounded by black air and howling in the yin wind all year round. And under this bare mountain, without a single tree or grass, there is a big hole. The entrance of the cave is three feet high and five feet wide, and there is a yin wind whistling out of it all year round, mixed with a sharp noise, as if it is some furious soul, roaring endlessly.

In the middle of the entrance of the cave, there is a stone statue standing upright, like life-size, looking like a beautiful woman, facing the depths of the Demon Suppression Cave, standing silently. The cold wind howling all year round never stopped blowing on the stone statue, making a low sound, like the fragile wooden plank that shelters the wind and rain in a storm.

Tian Ling'er didn't know why, she didn't want to follow the other disciples to complete the task, but instead relied on Qin Mu's side, and followed him to this barren mountain.

She looked at Qin Mu standing silently in front of the stone statue, she didn't know what she was thinking, she was also a little curious, and stepped forward to carefully look at the beautiful face on the stone statue.

Graceful eyebrows, thin across her eyes, melon-like face, with slightly rigid lines. Her lips were pursed, her eyes were resolute, as if she had finally made up her mind after a thousand tribulations. But her face, her expression, was strangely gentle, a little sad, a little sour.

Somehow, Tian Ling'er suddenly felt a burst of sadness in her heart, which she was also unfamiliar with, and looked at this peerless beauty with a foolish look in her eyes.

Behind the two of them, a white mist was confused, and a human face appeared in the mist, and gradually, a fierce spirit holding a sword and shield was formed.

He saw that the two of them seemed to be attracted by the stone statue, Tian Ling'er stretched out his arm, wanting to touch the face of the stone statue, his eyes flashed with boundless ferocity, and the giant sword was raised high, and he was about to fall towards the two.

Seeing the man with his back to him, as if sensing something, his head was slightly sideways, and he glanced at the fierce spirit with his peripheral vision.

Backhanded, he clipped the greatsword between his fingers.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to struggle anymore. Qin Mu looked at this figure condensed by the mist and looked at it with interest for a long time.

Although this sneak attacker didn't even have a body, Tian Ling'er, who woke up, could also look at the hideous expression on his face, and quietly mourned for him in his heart.

What is worse than her perverted uncle, compared to strength...

After a while, the fierce spirit seemed to accept its fate, and said dejectedly: "Outsiders, what are you doing in this demon land?"

Tian Ling'er was a little confused, but Qin Mu knew it in his heart, his hand was shocked, and he said: "When I came to the land of demons, I naturally wanted to meet this most powerful demon." ”

The fierce spirit was shocked and flew away, and he was a little in a hurry, but when he heard this, it was like falling into an ice cave.

Raising his eyes, he looked at Qin Mu in shock.

But I saw that he had already taken a step, like the mouth of the cave that seemed to be bottomless.

The "fierce spirit" is originally a soul. This kind of soul is mostly a profound person in life, but after death, because of some great and deep indignation and obsession, he is willing to protect something, become a desolate wild ghost, and wander between the yang world.

This kind of fierce spirit, its own Taoism is already quite high, plus it has ghost power after death, it is even more ferocious, ordinary cultivators are not opponents at all, it can be said that they are fierce ghosts that are unique in ten thousand.

He knew that he was not Qin Mu's opponent, but at this time, his face was awe-inspiring, and the huge shield in his hand was raised and blocked at the entrance of the cave.

Qin Mu looked at him, sighed in his heart, and said, "Can you see the sadness of that stone statue?"

The fierce spirit was shocked and looked at the stone statue.

"Everything is wrong, and all mistakes should be ended. Qin Mu looked at the creepy cave behind him and said meaningfully.

As if hearing this, on the cold stone statue, the graceful and beautiful woman. Two lines of tears slipped quietly from the eyes of the stone statue.

The fierce spirit looked at the stone statue in a daze, and stood away silently.

Qin Mu walked into the stone cave, but Tian Ling'er watched curiously as the fierce spirit silently walked towards the stone statue, looked at the tears on the stone statue's face, and stretched out his hand to wipe it for her.

The phantom of his arm passed through the stone statue, and he was stunned for a moment, and slowly knelt in front of the stone statue.

"Mother, it's been so long, so long that I forgot that I was dead. ”

"Mother, do you think I did something wrong?"

"Mother, I'm tired..."

Tian Ling'er looked at this soul talking to himself in front of the stone statue, and somehow felt a little unbearable, so she stepped forward and whispered: "Don't worry, my little uncle is the most powerful!"

The fierce spirit looked at this bright girl, and there was a trace of remembrance in his eyes.

"Niangniang, you laughed like this back then. ”

Qin Mu walked into the cave, but found that in front of him was an open flat land, which was completely different from the outside, most of the hard stone walls were intact, but on the ground, there were many huge bones, and most of them were intact, and under the count, there were as many as thirteen corpses.

These thirteen skeletons of different shapes exuding a soaring demonic aura were circled in a circle at different distances, all of them inside and out, as if they were guarding something. In the hollow eyes of Hessesen, there seemed to be a cold gaze.

As Qin Mu's figure suddenly appeared, he began to approach this strange circle, and suddenly, there was a tooth-souring "bang" sound in the cold wind, and on these white bones, the heads of several bodies actually began to turn, slowly turned around, and looked in the direction of Qin Mu.

At this terrifying time that almost made people's hearts stop, Qin Mu didn't seem to care about these terrifying skeletons, and his gaze, from beginning to end, was only looking at one place.

It was in the middle of the circle of thirteen bones.

A life-size white skeleton, lying quietly on a white jade platform only three inches high, unlike the skeletons around it, this humanoid skeleton is still covered with silk, and I don't know how many years have passed, under the ghostly light, the color of the silk is still extremely bright.

And all the light and gloom around here, even the whistling yin wind, all emanated from this white bone.

The light flowed, and the strange light was short and long, as if in the dark, a pair of eyes were watching him.

Around, all the thirteen white bones suddenly made a "bang" sound, almost as if they were resurrected together, their heads turned, and their deep eyes stared at Qin Mu's figure.

The next moment, the piece of silk rose into the air and floated in the air.

There seemed to be a silent roar, and in an instant, a dazzling light shone out from under the silk, like an unstoppable arrow off the string, whistling in all directions.

The violent sound of the wind, mixed with an eerie sneer, began to echo in this ancient cave.

The thirteen skeletons suddenly raised their heads together and roared to the sky!

A desolate and hoarse voice echoed through the cavern, like the whining of the wind—

"Outsider, Who Are You?"

(To be continued.) )