Yin Fan followed the prestige, and the stone pillar not far away was engraved with "Noon Tribulation", and a silver-white finger sleeve was suspended above. The sound just now came from the vicinity of the finger cuff.

Yin Fan's body now controlled is a mask, and there is no way to make expressions and other movements, and others cannot distinguish his emotions from his body movements. He groaned slightly, and decided to remain silent.

It didn't take long for the other ten platforms to appear one after another, showing the signs of each word calamity.

After everyone arrived, they would shout "the wind blows" nervously, and then talk to others, but except for Yin Fan, who had seen a catastrophe, he asked others to ignore him.

At the moment of arrival, the wind on the top of the mountain howled violently, and the snowflakes falling on the peak fell one after another. Rao is Yin Fan's real body is not here, and he feels cold enough.

In the wind and snow, the black-robed man Yin Fan met in Baixiao Pavilion was like a light swaying in the wind, and his figure appeared in a tortuous manner.

The black-robed old man stood upright in the wind and snow, and the black-robed robe on his body swayed violently, as if he was really in the snowy peak.

His gaze lingered on each sign, and after looking around, he said:

"You were able to come here on time, and it seems that there were no casualties in August, and I am very relieved that I am old. There are two things that can be considered big things in August. One thing must everyone know, Zhou Zichen ascended the throne with the help of another force, and at the same time sent troops to fight against Bai Mohou. And the second thing happened two days ago, the second prince of Fusang, Pei Puppet, used the secret method and endless flame of the divine bird Jin Crow to turn it into a black fire and a phoenix, but the Fuso royal family has not taken any other actions at present, so I can't say what kind of impact it will have on the follow-up. ”

"The wind blows, Pei puppet, this kid has two hits! Did he directly bear the crime of killing the divine bird?" Wu Zheng asked in an exclamation.

"Nope. Pei Golem did not take that measure, and he used an unknown method to suppress the consciousness of the Golden Crow. After all, he couldn't afford the consequences of killing the Divine Bird. The black-robed man explained.

Yin Fan was shocked in his heart, thinking of why Pei Puppet was so agitated to end Jin Crow's life, it turned out that there was such a relationship in the middle.

Suddenly, the ugly tribulation next to Zi Zheng asked: "Who won the first place in Penglai's palace test?"

Yin Fan didn't expect to hear someone asking about the palace examination here, and his eyes stayed on the sign of the ugly robbery, a copper ring.

"Zhai Yingxue. The black-robed man replied.

Hearing this answer, the ugly calamity did not speak again. It's a few words about the neurotic character of the noon tribulation.

The black-robed man stood in the middle, and when he saw that no one asked any more questions, he said, "I won't delay your time, so let's announce the task." The black-robed old man took out something like a twelve-volume edict and threw it at the twelve people.

The mission book flies in front of everyone's logo and spreads out in a semicircle, so that even the people on the left and right can't see the specific content inside.

Yin Fan glanced at it, and his gaze immediately stayed on the three words. Sinan City.

Sinan City is almost the beginning of everything for Yin Fan. Yin Tianmou was never willing to tell him about the Yin family's extermination case. If it was said that his grandfather's cultivation was not enough at that time, now he has the cultivation of returning to the ruin realm, which is enough to be competent.

The emotions buried deep in his heart were awakened, and violent spiritual power fluctuations emanated from around Yin Fan's mask. Yin Fan calmed down and looked at the specific task carefully.

——On the evening of September 2, he met with Zi Zheng outside the east gate of Sinan City in Yuanzhou to jointly investigate the appearance of the water unicorn in Sinan City.

"If you have any objections to the contents of the mission statement, please raise them. ”

The black-robed man's eyes wandered back and forth, and after seeing no objections, he nodded, and said, "In this case, the regular meeting has ended, and if you have any special questions to ask, you can stay." ”

As soon as the black-robed man's voice fell, Yin Fan was surprised that everyone except for others was gone in an instant.

Yin Fan couldn't help but exclaim, "So simply?"

The black-robed man said: "They are all people who have joined the organization for a certain period of time, and there are no particularly important things, and they generally do not stay for a long time. ”

Yin Fanqi said: "Something particularly important?"

The black-robed man said lightly: "For example, the battle between the two realms of righteousness and demons." ”

If Yin Fan can control his body at this time, he will definitely touch his nose.

"What if someone doesn't show up for the regular meeting when it's time?"

"Everything is voluntary, not forced. The black-robed old man added, "However, since the establishment of the sub-organization, no one has ever been absent except for death." ”

“...... I didn't have anything to do, so I left first. ”

Yin Fan said to the black-robed man, and he also turned into light and rushed to the sky. When he opened his eyes, he found that it had taken less than half an hour to start the regular meeting.

To be honest, he was quite curious, since there was no mandatory principle, why would these people participate so punctually?

After thinking to no avail, Yin Fan looked at the place where the Dingjie Book was resting. Through the moonlight that came in from the tattered roof, Yin Fan could see that the Dingjie Book was nesting in a very unrecognizable corner, and he used his back basket to shine on the top of his head to block the light, and he was sleeping peacefully.

I guess I'm going to be careful.

Yin Fan shook his head helplessly, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when he heard a slight "ticking", and the sound of water droplets falling to the ground sounded in his ears.

At first, he thought it was raining, but when he opened his eyes and looked around, there was no sign of rain.

At this time, the ticking sound sounded clearly, Yin Fan felt strange, and his body lying on the trunk of the tree sat up and looked around.

His gaze was finally fixed on the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the temple's release pool. At first he thought he was wrong, and looked closely.

The corners of the Bodhisattva's stone statue were blood-red, and two lines of blood-red tears fell down her cheeks, dripping in the release pool, ticking.

Yin Fan was so frightened that he almost fell from the tree.

Guanyin shed blood and tears, no matter how you look at it, this is not a lucky rhythm. Thinking of going to Sinan City in Yuanzhou soon, Yin Fan had a bad premonition in his heart.

Thinking of this, he felt that there was something wrong with this Dingjie book. Imagine finding a temple in a barren mountain and a wild mountain, how did you come across a group of ghosts so coincidentally?

However, this situation seems to have happened more than once, just out of Jiusang provoked a ghost, just arrived in Fusang to see a ghost, this out of the sun realm and encountered again......

He immediately shook his head, resolutely refusing to admit that these ghosts were recruited by himself. He jumped down from the locust tree and stealthily touched the place where the Dingjie nerd was.

At that time, he found out that his cultivation was in the eighth layer of the Law Breaking Realm, and he would never find himself.

He wanted to touch through the main entrance of the temple, but when he thought of the statue of Guanyin with blood and tears...... Yes, he immediately turned around and went back to the wall, sparing a big circle.

The side hall where Ding Jieshu lives is on the right back side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Yin Fan stepped on the weeds that covered his ankles, and walked into the side hall cautiously against the white moonlight like a dead man.

Thinking of the scene of Guanyin crying just now, Yin Fan couldn't help but panic in his heart, walked a few steps, and shouted out the Xuantian Sword Shadow directly.

Who knew that Yin Fan felt the breath of the Dingjie book, walked over and bypassed a wall, and a monk's corpse with dry and hard skin, eyes and no lips stared at him.

"Ahh

Yin Fan screamed in fright, and at the same time, his hand was not ambiguous, and the Xuantian Sword Shadow and the person chopping melons and vegetables slashed at the things in front of him.

As a result, he slashed and chopped, and before his shouting stopped, the same "ahhhh

Ding Jieshu jumped up from a corner next to him, picked up the peachwood sword in his hand and played fancy swordsmanship.

The corpse in front of Yin Fan could withstand the toss of something like an artifact in Yin Fan's hand, and it was almost chopped to ashes. When he saw Dingjieshu shouting, his heart suddenly calmed down.

He wondered, "What are you doing?"

Ding Jieshu's whole body trembled, he came to his senses, glared at Yin Fan and said loudly: "What am I doing?

Yin Fan's face flushed, and he said confidently: "I'll take a walk!"

“...... ......"

Dingjieshu held back for a long time before he popped up such a sentence. He slept soundly just now, and was frightened by Yin Fan's moment just now, and said loudly:

"You're going for a walk, are you demon-possessed?"

Yin Fan snorted, and then realized that he had gone wrong.

"I'm done. Yin Fan said such a sentence lightly, walked out, left the Dingjie book, and was messy alone.

Yin Fan returned to his side hall, and fell asleep while thinking about the strange things about the statue. As a result, when he woke up the next day, Yin Fan was refreshed, and he happened to meet the walking and staggering Dingjie Book coming out of the side hall.

Dingjieshu had two dark circles under his eyes, his eyelids were half-open, and he looked like he hadn't slept well all night.

How could Yin Fan not know the reason, coughed dryly, and greeted: "Fellow Daoist, you and I can meet in this place, it can be regarded as fate, you see, can I ask for a direction?"

Dingjie Shutou stretched out one hand without raising it, and the five fingers were shining brightly in the sun.

Without thinking about it, Yin Fan took out five True Yuan Stones and put them in his hand, and at the same time closed his palms with a smile.

Dingjieshu didn't look up, this touch, the feel is wrong. Stretched out to see that there were only five True Yuan Stones, and suddenly raised his head and said angrily: "I said that ...... friend"

Yin Fan immediately said: "Fellow Daoist, you are hot-blooded, your magic skills are world-famous, and you will retreat from the evil demons in a few moves yesterday, I see it with envy." ”

Ding Jieshu glared at the scoundrel-like figure in front of him, and said loudly: "You ...... too"

Yin Fan said: "You are really, you didn't say a word yesterday, you have to help me solve problems, and I used so many carefully drawn Dao runes, it is a pity to see that I feel sorry." ”

When Dingjieshu heard it, this was the rhythm to compensate him, and he immediately came to his senses, and said with a smile: "That Daoyou ......"

Yin Fan didn't give him a talking plan at all, and said righteously: "I know that you have a good heart, and you can't afford to make amends to me, a Taoist friend like you is really rare in the world." Yin Fan immediately made a look of regret.

“...... ......"Dingjieshu, this is when I really found that what I encountered was not a good stubble."

Yin Fan said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, you see how I want to go to Sinan City in Yuanzhou." ”

"Sinan City?" Ding Jieshu was stunned for a moment, and said strangely: "Where are you going to do something?"

"Debt collection. After a pause, Yin Fan added: "By the way, pay off the debt." ”

Dingjieshu looked at Yin Fan a little inexplicably, and said: "This place is hundreds of miles away from Sinan City, and it will only take a morning for Edgeworth, so you can go to Edgeworth by yourself." ”

Yin Fan looked honest and said, "The strength is not enough." ”

Ding Jieshu looked Yin Fan up and down, to say that he was not strong enough? He would rather hit the wall than believe it, where did the hand that was revealed last night look like a cultivator who broke the spirit realm?

But no matter how many times he investigated, the cultivation that Yin Fan showed was to break the spirit realm, and he had no intention of deceiving at all.

He seemed to have thought of something, showed a look of sudden realization, immediately took out a small abacus and fiddled with it, and quickly raised his head and said with a smile: "This fellow Daoist, do you think this is possible, I will take you to Sinan City with my imperial sword, how can you ......pay me a hundred true yuan stones?"

Yin Fan didn't wait for him to speak, then said, "Deal!" He didn't have much time, and if he wanted to get to Sinan City tonight, he had to use the power of the Dingjie Book.

Although he immediately took out the True Yuan Stone and handed it to the Dingjie Book, the Dingjie Book always felt as if he had suffered a big loss, and looked at Yin Fan back and forth with a pair of eyes like a thief.

Yin Fan patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "It's definitely not a loss!"

Dingjieshu shook his head, and the peachwood sword carried Yin Fan staggered westward. Beyond several towering mountains, a huge plain emerges ahead. In the middle of the plain there was a huge city, and outside the walls of the city stood there was a rice plant, and a river meandered back and forth between the rice trees, and finally passed through the city.

On the side of the dirt road on a small hill outside the east gate of Sinan City, you can see a courtyard covered with white cloth strips. Yin Fan asked Dingjieshu to take him to stop at the door of this Yizhuang.

Standing on this small hill, you can take in most of the scenes of Sinan City at eye level. Yin Fan's gaze wanted to move in the upper right corner, staying in a large mansion passing through the city.

I have thought countless times about what it will be like after returning to Sinan City, but after I came back, this vague feeling has become extremely thin.

A strange and ridiculous emotion came to mind.

Almost all the memories related to Sinan City are staying, and when he was five years old, he was escorted away by Yin Tianmou who was crying and making trouble.

Mo said that he was a childhood friend, and he couldn't even remember what his mother looked like.

A person who can't even remember his mother's appearance is arrogant to avenge his own people.

Thinking about it, Yin Fan suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed so wildly that tears flowed silently.

Dingjie Books was startled by him, and turned around to scold him. But when he saw the tears he left, the words that came out were swallowed back by him, and he only snorted sullenly.

Yin Fan felt a little itchy on his face, and when he touched it, he realized that he was crying like this.

It's true, I used to say that Ling'er was a crybaby, but now I find out that I am too.

Yin Fan took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at the original location of Yin's Mansion in Sinan City again, squinted his eyes, and turned around and walked into Yizhuang.

Dingjieshu was startled and said, "Hey, this fellow Daoist, don't think about it." ”

Yin Fan said without looking back: "I can't think of anything, I'll wait for someone here!" Okay, there's nothing else, Daoist friends are at their own convenience." ”

"This ......" Dingjieshu's eyes widened, he had never seen such a horizontal Manifestation Mirror cultivator, snorted, and roared loudly, "There are many ghosts in Yizhuang, be careful of playing with fire!" At this time, he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "It's better to play this girl." ”

There were many coffins in Yizhuang, and the corpses that had no money to buy coffins were piled aside.

Seeing that this was the case, Yin Fan was anxious about the arrangement of encountering this kind of thing in Yizhuang at night, and was anxious about the IQ of the person who arranged it.

How bad is this to get married to the ghosts, so he chose to meet in Yizhuang at night? Yin Fan shook his head helplessly, I don't know why, since that nightmare, he has been afraid of these ghosts.

Calling people to fight head-on and fighting to the death, he didn't refuse to come, and as soon as he came, he would rectify these yin, which really made him unbearable.

There was nothing to do, and it was still a little early before the evening, Yin Fan found a backlit corner with few people, climbed onto the roof, and settled into cultivation.

A few days ago, he accidentally got the Leaving Fire Forge into the Separation Sword, and Yin Fan found that his cultivation had risen a lot, and the first layer of the Ruins Realm had a tendency to be filled.

At this time, even if you are really free, it is better to consolidate this strength.

As soon as you settle down like this, the speed of the passing of the world becomes very fast. As soon as he didn't pay attention, it was dark, but what woke Yin Fan up was a series of heavy but slow footsteps.

He stood up and looked out into the darkness ahead, and soon a group of white-clad people in mourning clothes walked out of the darkness.

This group of people is also very strange, the first two and the last two, a total of four people are scattering paper money while walking, and the middle four people are carrying a large vermilion coffin. A group of twelve people walked in a very coordinated pace, lifting one foot at the same time each time.

Today's night sky is gloomy, not as bright as yesterday's moonlight. The twelve people walked and walked, and finally stopped at the gate of Yizhuang.

Yin Fan raised his eyebrows, not knowing whether to say that these twelve people were dedicated to their work...... Or did you encounter something again?

Suddenly, the sound of "knock, knock, knock" three times and so on came to mind in the open space, and Yin Fan's eyes instantly hit the big red coffin.

Then, under his intently gaze, the scarlet coffin lid with a stabbing sound was cut in half little by little, and no longer moved.

Yin Fan's eyes widened, and he took a small step forward while being vigilant in his heart, wanting to see what was inside the coffin lid.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing, which made his whole body tremble, and he somehow turned his head to look at it.

I saw a miserable white face covered by hanging hair, and a pale and bloodless face looked at Yin Fan directly. Seeing Yin Fan turn his head, the pair of eyes on his face that only had the whites of his eyes turned over.

The distance between the two is only three centimeters.