Looking at the corpse on the ground, the corners of Zhang Peng's mouth twitched inadvertently. The corner of his eye glanced at the old man again, and he began to run the exercises silently, expelling the dead qi of the Yellow Spring that was constantly seeping into his body.

This Yellow Spring's dead air is very tricky and strange, as soon as it touches the flesh, it is like a monk going mad, and a swarm of bees frantically burrows into the flesh of its monk.

Zhang Peng found that once this dead qi infiltrated his body, his mana cultivation seemed to have no effect on it. The more mana you use to expel the dead qi that seeps into your body, the faster those gray dead qi will penetrate.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, the dead air penetrated into most of Zhang Peng's body, and his face also changed from the original slightly black, and in the blink of an eye, it began to transform like gray and white. It seemed that at this rate, in just two or three breaths, he would repeat the fate of Heilin and Confucius—either assimilated into a ghost corpse by his Yellow Spring Dead Qi, or killed by his old man or someone else.

Thinking that he might fall because of this, even Zhang Peng, who has always been bold and careful, did not stop beating his heart and liver at this time. Then a yin feeling instantly filled his face, I believe that if it weren't for the influence of gray death at this time, outsiders would have seen at a glance that his face was ugly and could drip water.

But even so, the gray-black face became more eerie and terrifying.

"Hmph, this Huangquan death breath is really weird, but it's not so easy to want my life. Zhang Peng snorted coldly, and after scolding angrily in his heart, he immediately collected the mana of his whole body, and he stopped using his mana to resist the invasion of death qi.

Sure enough, without the resistance of mana, the speed at which the dead qi invaded the bloodlines around the body was several beats slower.

Seeing this, Zhang Peng did not hesitate, and the huge divine consciousness of his whole body instantly rushed out of his mind. Immediately, it rushed towards the billowing dead qi that invaded the body like a tide.

This is what Zhang Peng suddenly thought of in his eagerness, and it is the only thing he can do now. Because although I don't know if other methods are useful, but time is definitely too late, he can only sacrifice his life to gamble once, and it depends on God whether he succeeds or not.

But what made him feel fortunate was that his life-sacrificing gamble was right. Originally, it was like a bamboo. As soon as it encountered this huge stream of divine consciousness, it was like lightning striking the trees, and it instantly collapsed.

Zhang Peng was overjoyed in his heart, his divine sense no longer had any reservations, and the power of his divine sense increased by three points, surging towards all parts of his body.

Suddenly, a trace of gray clouds and smoke escaped from all parts of Zhang Peng's body like catkins, and instantly shrouded his whole person in a layer of gray mist, making him look smoky and strange.

However, although these gray fogs were forced out, they were still unwilling. As soon as he left his body, he desperately wanted to get into Zhang Peng's body again.

And it was not easy to force out these invisible evil and dead spirits, how could Zhang Peng let him get his wish again. After the power of his whole body's divine consciousness turned into a huge net, it was densely covered in every inch of his body, and as soon as the gray mist that came from the crazy impact touched this net of divine thoughts, they were all bounced away, and they could not invade Zhang Peng's body at all.

At this point, Zhang Peng's brows relaxed, and the originally pounding atrium eased immediately. However, the use of the power of divine thought to resist this strange death qi is far more expensive than Zhang Peng imagined.

At this time, Zhang Peng had already made up his mind in his heart. If there was no other way to solve the invasion of this dead air, he would immediately pat his ass and leave. Never stay in this strange place for a single penny. But before that, he wanted to see how the other three were doing, and he was planning.

And just as Zhang Peng's head was about to shift to take a look at the situation of the other three, a slightly hurried voice came from behind him.

"Sanwei Daoist friends hurry up and take this thing, and enter the mana to stimulate it to resist this dead air. ”

The owner of this voice is none other than Xiao Ran.

After Zhang Peng turned his head. I saw three black lights shooting towards him, Liu Feng, and the old man surnamed Lin respectively. Immediately, Zhang Peng immediately fixed his eyes and found that it was a coral-like object more than half a foot long. Since it was not an offensive item, Zhang Peng's hanging heart also let go of most of it, but he did not immediately pick it up with his hand without recklessness, but waved it with one hand. Let it hovering in front of itself and not move.

Immediately, Zhang Peng's eyes turned to Xiao Ran and looked carefully, only to see that he was holding a coral-like jet-black object more than half a foot long in his hand at this time, and its appearance and style were exactly the same as the object in front of him, no different.

A layer of dark gray aura erupted from the object it was holding, firmly blocking the gray dead qi that was surging frantically around it a few feet away, and it could not advance a single bit.

Seeing this, Zhang Peng was dumbfounded, but he didn't expect that this weird gray dead air would be restrained by this inconspicuous thing, which was really unexpected.

Immediately, Zhang Peng didn't hesitate, and as soon as he stretched out his wrist, he wanted to hold the black object in front of him, after all, in just a few breaths, nearly one-third of his divine power was consumed, which made him feel unbearable.

However, just before Zhang Peng's palm was about to grasp the coral-like object in front of him, it suddenly retracted like lightning. Then, with a slap of one hand on the waist, a giant tiger golem flashed above the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it became huge, and bit the end of its coral-like object slightly.

Then, after a flash of white light flashed in his mouth, the coral-like object immediately emitted a burst of dark gray aura, easily pushing away the surging gray dead qi near it.

Seeing this, Zhang Peng took a deep breath, jumped on the back of the tiger, and then looked at the old man and Liu Feng.

I saw that the two of them had already held the jet-black coral-like object in their hands at this time, and a layer of black-free spiritual light rippled out, and the dead qi around them was easily isolated.

However, although there was a jet-black aura to cover it, Zhang Peng was still keenly aware that at this time, the two of them were pale, and they looked palpitating.

"Senior Lin, we are all in great loss of mind at this time, is it better to look for the entrance after resting?" Zhang Peng didn't want him to see what was false and real, so he immediately deliberately spoke.

"Well, since you have lost a lot of thoughts, then do as you say, and after resting for one night, we will explore again tomorrow. Besides, the old man believes that the two Taoist friends are also a little puzzled at this time, and they want to explain one or two things to us, right? But this is not a place to talk, we still want to go ten miles away to talk about it," the old man pushed the boat down the water, and then said to Zhang Peng and Liu Feng with great meaning.

After the time of the incense stick had passed, the four of them returned to the trench they had been before.

"Xiao Ran, shouldn't you tell the old man and the two fellow Daoists what's going on?" As soon as the figures of the few people were covered, the old man couldn't wait to speak.

"What is Senior Lin's consciousness?" Xiao Ran was stunned for a moment, and said without knowing the big gift.

As soon as these words came out, not only the face of the old man surnamed Lin became extremely ugly, but also the faces of Zhang Peng and Liu Feng were slightly ugly.

"Hmph, it seems that you want the old man to use some tricks before you can honestly receive him?" the old man said with a gloomy face and a slightly cold voice. As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful spiritual pressure that only a Dan Stage cultivator could have instantly erupted from his body.

Suddenly, Xiao Ran, who was originally standing under the old man, immediately felt like a man's back, sweating like rain, and was pressed by his spiritual pressure, and suddenly "kicked, kicked, kicked" and retreated seven or eight steps away before he stabilized his figure in a little embarrassment.

At this time, his face was unusually pale, and he had an inexplicable expression of horror. After being stunned in place for two or three breaths, he opened his lips and bowed his body carefully and said:

"Senior Lin and the two Daoists were not angry, they really didn't know that the gray dead qi at their entrance would take the initiative to attack those who approached. As for the fact that the ghost shadow branch can expel the dead qi, I am not sure in advance, but I have seen it described in an ancient book that has been handed down, so I spent a lot of money to get together four branches before I set off. ”

After saying this, Xiao Ran immediately flipped it with one palm, and a jade slip that was dripping green flashed in his palm, and then he handed his hands in front of the old man and was silent.

"Hmph," the old man snorted coldly, grabbed the jade slip into his hand out of thin air with one hand, and then put it on his forehead without hesitation, and began to check it.

After a cup of tea, the old man's expression was relieved, and after throwing the jade slip towards Zhang Peng, he said in a slight tone:

"Xiao Ran, since you know about this matter from ancient books, the old man will not pursue this matter. But what the old man wants to know is that since you knew about this at the beginning, why didn't you let the old man and a few Taoist friends inform him, and why didn't he buy more ghost shadow grass, and why didn't he just take out this grass before?"

The old man surnamed Lin asked several questions in a row, and each one was sharper than the other, as if only one of them could not satisfy him, and his people would burst out.

Although Xiao Ran was furious in his heart, the hardships he had just suffered also made him naturally understand the gap between himself and the old man, his face changed slightly, and he said with a slight pain and helplessness:

"The predecessors and the two Taoist friends have already read the ancient book, I believe they have also seen that the ancient book is just guessing that the ghost shadow grass has a restraining effect on its dead energy, and how dare they rashly mention it to all Taoist friends and forearms before this kind of uncertain thing is verified.

Moreover, the cultivation of this ghost shadow grass is not as simple as a few believers, first of all, the cultivation of this grass must be selected in a place where the yin qi is very strong, and then every few months, a group of living people or demon beasts must be buried to make this grass survive. In addition to being used in a few special aspects, this grass has almost no effect, so it is not only scarce, but also has a high price, and it is almost bankrupt to get these four plants.

And the younger generation only bought this grass with the mentality of giving it a try just in case. As for the fact that the dead qi at the entrance will actively attack the living, and its mana cannot be lower than the dead qi, the juniors also don't know anything about it.

At that time, the situation was urgent, and I forgot about it for a while. But when I was about to lose my resistance, I remembered this, so after trying, I found that it really worked, so I immediately told my seniors and two Taoist friends. (To be continued......)

PS: The first update, the update is late