As soon as the sentence of being eaten by the evil spirits came out, it was as if he had heard the most terrifying curse in the world, and his eyes were almost out of his eyes with incomparable horror.

"You lied to me...... You lied to me!

Lang Qianli roared hysterically, his steps were vague, trying to escape from this strange soul pit, but small black mist appeared in his eyes at the same time, wandering like a fierce spirit, and finally disappeared into his eyes.

When the black mist in his eyes disappeared, Long Qianli suddenly felt that his throat was stuck by something, and there were bursts of coldness in his body, but the strange thing was that the bursts of coldness were mixed with a burning sensation, which roasted his internal organs as if they were about to melt.

"Woooooooo

Desperately gathering all his strength, he let out a bitter howl, and then fell to the edge of the pool, his hands on his neck, and kept rolling, his head and face stained with mud from the water's edge, and he looked like a demon at this time.

Coldly glancing at the dying and struggling Ridge Qianli, Bai Yi snorted coldly, his mind moved, and the Qianji puppet floating at the water's edge struggled to stand up on one leg, his face regained a little agility, but he stared at Ridge Qianli strangely.

In the godless eyes of the thousand machine puppets, a trace of strange fluctuations gradually appeared, like ridicule, and like a kind of relief, and finally was shrunk by the master and held in the palm of his hand.

"You should be content to see the enemy die in front of you. ”

Bai Yi whispered strangely to the Qianji puppet, and the puppet seemed to really understand, so he nodded slightly, and then the fluctuations in his eyes disappeared.

The spirit body that stayed in the puppet of the Thousand Machines was originally a disciple surnamed Ge in the Cloud Valley.

If it weren't for the fact that Lang Qianli wanted to borrow a knife to kill people and frame Bai Yi, this disciple surnamed Ge would not have died in vain, although the yin ghost was lodged in a puppet, but there was always a trace of resentment, and now the revenge has been avenged, and the resentment has finally been dispersed.

"It's just ruined hands and feet, it's not a hassle to restore the original appearance, just go back and refine it. Bai Yi put the puppet into the storage bag, looked at the dull talisman in his hand, and said to himself: "The aura is exhausted, Yang Hai's invisibility talisman has been scrapped, and it can get rid of thousands of miles, and it is worth it." ”

At this time, Ridge Chisa's body began to fester.

At this time, Ridge Qianli no longer had a human form, his breathing had already stopped, and he couldn't die anymore, Bai Yi put away Ridge Qianli's flying sword, and prepared to collect the other party's storage bag.

Killing a foundation building monk, the spoils of war could not be taken without taking them, and at the moment when Bai Yi grabbed the storage bag, more than a dozen black mist suddenly floated out of Ridge Qianli's body, turning into evil ghosts of different shapes, roaring silently at Bai Yi.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Bai Yi's eyes flashed, he protected the flying sword in front of him, grabbed the storage bag and retreated a few steps, trying to leave the range of the cold pool, and stood in a dazzling sun.

These evil ghosts are all yin spirits that inhabit the cold pool, and they can invade the body of the cultivator with water as the medium, but if they float out alone, their strength will be greatly reduced, especially now that it is daytime, the scorching sun is in the sky, and if they leave the cold pool of the earth's eyes, the power of the sun will cause great damage to these ghosts.

There is a faint white mist floating on the cold pool all year round, which can block the sun, but the sun is shining on the shore, Bai Yi has enough qi and blood and flying sword protection, and he is still standing under the scorching sun.

"If it weren't for the fact that the realm was too low, the ghosts here would be the best spirits that have lodged in the puppets of a thousand machines. ”

Bai Yi shook his head and said to himself, if he doesn't have the strength, even if he can catch one or two ghost things, it will be a trouble, although that half of the Huaijing glass can stay in ordinary spirits, but the ghosts in this cold pool are at least more than a hundred years old, and it is difficult for ordinary Huaijing glass to imprison them.

The ghost path technique, Bai Yi knows a lot, how can the realm be weak, and he can't use it, so he has to give up these spirits.

The usefulness of the Thousand Machine Puppet Bai Yi attaches great importance to it, this kind of puppet is not only flexible, but also has a certain mind, if it can refine dozens or even hundreds, and release it together, it will be a terrible scene, no more, as long as there are nearly a hundred low-level Thousand Machine Puppets, it can easily wipe out the monks in the middle stage of foundation building.

The puppet has no heart, let alone pain, and it doesn't matter if he breaks his hands and feet, as long as he finds an opportunity, he can inflict heavy damage on the enemy.

Thinking that there would be a chance to refine some more thousand machine puppets in the future, Bai Yi picked up the storage bag and injected a spiritual energy.

With the infusion of aura, the contents of the storage bag were immediately perceived by Bai Yi.

Ridge Qianli is rich, there are nearly 3,000 low-level spirit stones in this storage bag, some low-level refining materials are even more numerous, and there are a few bottles of elixir, all of which are nine-grade spirit pills, roughly about 100 grains, in the corner of the storage bag, there is also a small ancient mirror, and the back is engraved with the word 'chasing soul'.

Put all the spirit stone materials into his storage bag, Bai Yi threw the storage bag of Lang Qianli into the cold pool, this kind of storage bag often carried by cultivators, it is very likely that it will be engraved with a hidden mark by the owner, although Lang Qianli is dead, but he still has a big brother Lang Wuyi.

Long Wuya is about to become a Jindan enemy, Bai Yike doesn't want to have another Jindan enemy, it's not that he's afraid, but this kind of grudge entanglement between low-level cultivators, in his eyes, it's like a few naughty boys playing with mud, he really can't be interested, and it's a waste of time.

After putting away the spirit stone elixir, Bai Yi took the soul chasing mirror in his hand, injected the aura to identify it, and nodded: "Sure enough, it is a high-level magic weapon of the tracking class, but it is very rare, and the tracking type of magic weapon is afraid that there will not be more than ten magic weapons in the entire Cangyun Sect, and there is actually one in the Ridge Wuya, which shows that his master attaches great importance to him." ”

The value of the high-level magic weapon of the tracking class is higher than that of other high-level magic weapons, and it can even be doubled, don't look at the blood dripping of this soul chasing mirror will work, the tracking range is not more than 100 miles, but among the low-level cultivators, it is already a rare superlative.

Only monks in the Jindan realm can use magic weapons, and the value of magic weapons is not comparable to magic weapons at all, each one is extremely precious, and some magic weapons with special abilities are extremely rare, and it is almost difficult to refine a magic weapon of the tracking class, which not only requires superb refining skills, but also requires several times more precious materials than ordinary magic weapons, so the high-level magic weapons of the tracking class, even many Jindan and even Yuanying powerhouses will occasionally use it.

A true disciple of Lang Wuya who has not reached the golden pill has a precious tracking high-level magic weapon, and it is conceivable how high his status is among the many disciples of the sect.

Put the bronze mirror into the storage bag, Bai Yi is not going to take it out, let alone be stupid enough to sell it, because once this thing appears, it can only prove one thing, that is, the murderer who killed Long Qianli.

The tracking magic weapon, Bai Yi basically can't use it now, and after putting it away, he is ready to leave the Burial Soul Valley according to the route he came.

After all, it is too dangerous here, and if he really wants to encounter a third-level demon beast, Bai Yi will also have a headache.

The grass does not grow in the hundred zhang around the cold pool, the frogs do not sing, the distance from the edge of the pond to the bamboo forest is not long, it is only dozens of zhang, but it seems a little far away, it seems extremely desolate.

When he began to walk towards the bamboo forest, Bai Yi was still calm, but with the movement of his steps, a trace of waves gradually appeared in the calm on his face, a kind of doubt and strange demeanor gradually revealed, and the eyebrows also slowly frowned, and when he was about to walk out of the range of the cold pool and arrive at the bamboo forest, Bai Yi's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Bai Yi stopped because he heard an extremely slight sound, and it was less than half a foot behind him, almost sticking to his back.

That's the sound of footsteps!

There was no one around Hantan, it was very silent, except for Bai Yi and the dead Lang Qianli, only the ghosts in Hantan were left.

However, ghosts don't make a sound when they walk, so the ones that cling to Bai Yi can only be living creatures!

The moment he stopped, Bai Yi suddenly turned around, and the sharp flying sword turned into a wisp of cold light and moved with him, at the same time, the scream of the white worm exploded in Bai Yi's mind, and the sound of the candle flame trembled, as if he had encountered some terrible murderous thing and looked panicked.