In the barren mountains in the southwest of Shuzhou, a figure flew crookedly in the clouds, like a wild goose with broken wings, not fast, and it looked extremely dangerous, as if the bowstring could startle it down.

Yang Jiye's face was pale, the place where the broken arm was wrapped in his clothes, and crushed a few healing elixirs on the bloody wound, now it is to stop the bleeding, but it is unlikely that he wants to heal in a short moment, after all, his soul is too strong, the yin and yang in his body are unbalanced, his body is extremely weak, the sword wound on his back has not yet healed, and now the wound of the broken arm is even more serious, and he did not die because of this, it is really fortunate, but the expression on his face is calm like a pool of stagnant water, the waves are not alarmed, there is no unbearable pain, there is no anger, and he does not even lose the slightest sadness and loss that an arm should have, and his eyes are just looking at the mountains ahead。

Suddenly, under the clouds in the distance, the endless mountains suddenly flattened down, and a basin appeared.

In the midst of that basin there was a lonely little city, with low walls, like an earthen wall, and it would be dusty in the summer. Touching people's faces, the city is full of dilapidated old buildings, mostly made of yellow mud, the roof is paved with yellow, orange and orange hay, but now the southwest of Shuzhou has not seen the sun for half a year, the yin is cautious, the yellow-orange-orange hay has now been damp into a green and black color, exuding the unique rotten smell of the rainy weather, and even some mushrooms with magnificent colors, the yin spirits are wandering under these low buildings that emit the smell of decay, there is no energy, even these ghosts seem to be sick.

Qingyang County has been a ghost town for a long time, and the ghost plague is more serious than that of Puyang City, but it is more peaceful.

Ghosts are born in the shade and eat yang energy.

That's why ghost cultivators yearn for the human world so much, and there is also a legend in the world that ghosts suck and eat human yang, because ghost cultivation has reached a certain level, only by devouring the yang energy of the world, can it gradually grow stronger and keep the soul immortal, but now the dragon veins in Qingyang County have long collapsed, the vitality of heaven and earth has been exhausted, and the living beings have been lost, and they can't find any yang energy. Small fish eat, and now the ghost cultivators who remain in the county are all big fish, and they are a little jealous of each other, and they dare not easily offend each other, forming a delicate balance, so they are so peaceful. It's not like in Puyang City, where hundreds of ghosts travel day by day, and they are frantically competing for vitality.

However, Yang Jiye's appearance was immediately like a drop of water dripping into boiling oil, suddenly intense, and the yin god wandering between the streets and alleys seemed to smell a shark with a fishy smell, and in an instant it swayed towards the clouds.

"Qingyang County!" Yang Jiye didn't expect to travel all the way, and he actually returned to this place, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of sighing in his heart, two years ago, he was just an ordinary man, even if he had a little reputation in the township and town, but looking at the world, he was just an ant and a mustard general existence, but now he is a disciple of the Huangquan Demon Venerable, a great monk who walks in the realm of Zhou Tian, and he can destroy the mountain and cut off the flow between his hands. Siege the city, but before he could remember, there was immediately a little ghost smelling fishy, the divine sense was slightly sensitive, and several yin gods came into his heart, all of them were fierce things close to the realm of ghosts and immortals, with hateful faces and gloomy breath, exuding this burst of fierce aura, and his mood suddenly sank.

These Yin Gods are indeed fierce and incomparable existences in the world, but in his eyes, they are indeed just a few insignificant imps.

Naturally, it is impossible to be a little timid, but his brows are slightly furrowed and he feels a little disgusted.

He now urgently needs to find a secret and safe place to heal his wounds, and refine the huge amount of pure yang vitality squeezed from the Xuanjie Daoist and the Nameless Daoist, although he was defeated, and even gave up an arm to save his life, but the loss is actually not big, although Zhang Qian used it' The plan of dragging the knife and defeating away turned defeat into victory, but before being entangled with it, he also lost a lot of pure yang vitality, and these pure yang vitality were naturally intercepted by him and taken as his own, as long as refining and absorbing, not only all the losses in the fighting method can be recovered, but the realm will also grow, and then cultivate for a period of time, so that the machine spirit can ease down and gradually recover its strength, even if there is no strength to fight again, self-protection is more than enough.

Only the half of the arm, it is difficult to grow it back.

No matter how high the realm of a cultivator is, unless it reaches the point of creating something in the void, it is impossible to break his arm and be reborn out of thin air, of course, the flesh furnace is not very important to the cultivator, to the realm of the Yuan Shen, many cultivators will even abandon the furnace and live directly in the form of the Yuan Shen, Yang Jiye did not take this to heart, but as a disciple of the Huangquan Demon Venerable, he was forced to escape with a broken arm, but it was a great humiliation to say it, and he could only deceive people with illusions in the future, or look for a healing elixir that can live the flesh and bones of the dead, but he was not in a hurry, and now finding a place to stay is the top priority, this Qingyang County is naturally not within his consideration, and a group of ghosts are around, and eye-catching.

Seeing those Yin Gods floating up from the desolate and dilapidated small city below him, he felt that a cold wave suddenly swept the sky.

There are seven Yin Gods, and the one who can survive in this Qingyang County is not a person with deep strength, The fierce means, at this moment, like a wolf pack of predators, rushed towards Yang Jiye, such a situation is really dangerous, even the monk of the realm of Zhou Tian, I am afraid it will be difficult to protect himself, but Yang Jiye, who was seriously injured and weakened, did not dodge at all, calm, his eyes were not shocked, he couldn't see a little panic, and gently pulled the long sword at his waist, because now there is only one arm, and the sword is tied to the same side, so when he draws it out, the sword is held in his hand, there is no swordsman's elegant determination, only a cold, A dignified killing machine.

Several Yin gods rushed towards them, and the yin wind was cold.

Because the vitality in the city was depleted, the remaining Yin Gods in Qingyang County more or less devoured some other ghost cultivators.

Therefore, although the strength of these Yin Gods is very powerful, their minds are a little confused, and this time they pounce fiercely and ruthlessly, but there is no discipline, they are really like red-eyed hungry wolves.

Although he didn't exert any magical powers, but this swoop, the yin qi was dignified, even a mountain could give a sand dune full of holes, Yang Jiye's whole person looked extremely weak, his face was like a blank paper, but he did not have the intention of retreating, he deceived forward and slashed with a backhand, and he also looked weak, the sword momentum was soft and fluttering, and the breath in the sword also weakened to the extreme, just like an ordinary old sword, and even rusted. Several Yin Gods didn't put this dying Daoist in their eyes at all, they were just attracted by the pure yang aura on his body, and when they saw that sword slashing, they didn't bother to dodge, as if it was just a branch in the forest, and they couldn't stop him at all.

Poof! The long sword slashed into the condensed body of the Yin God at the head.

It's as if a bamboo branch is swinging and slapping the water hard, making a sound of breaking water.

According to common sense, this weak sword can't hurt this yin god at all, and the old long sword is afraid that it will be corroded by the extremely strong yin qi on his body before it is cut on his body, turning into a piece of rusty slag, but this worn-out long sword has not been affected at all, he immediately noticed it, and he wanted to reunite his thoughts and souls, and wanted to use his soul power to crush the long sword that was wedged in his soul, but in an instant, he felt bad, those thoughts that were broken by the long sword suddenly lost contact with himself, and the soul was ethereal, in fact, it was the condensation of countless thoughts, and what he thought on weekdays was the most obvious embodiment of the soul, and countless thoughts converged into the soul。

But now those thoughts of being crushed by the long sword seem to have never existed, as if a piece of memory has been stripped away, and I can't remember what those thoughts are, how to reunite the soul!

Then the long sword continued to slash down, although the sword momentum was fluttering, not strength, but it could swim in the body of the Yin God but it was like a red-hot blade swimming in the snow, without the slightest hindrance, and the Yin God was broken from it at once, and the whole process was extremely strange. The tyrannical Yin God was also horrified, just like a skilled butcher holding a butcher knife, his hand rose and fell, and he divided a bull weighing thousands of catties into two, without effort, the more this scene was reminiscent, the more creepy it felt, and then while several Yin Gods had not yet woken up from the horror, Yang Jiye accelerated suddenly, his body flipped, and the long sword in his hand continued to cross half a circle.

The movement was still not strong, but there was a light spirit like antelope hanging horns, and it was passing through the neck of a yin god.

A big head suddenly floated up like a balloon.

No matter how hard these two Yin gods tried, they could not reunite their souls, and the yellow soup seemed to have a tendency to spread and erode, making the souls gradually fall apart, so there was no room for counterattack, so Yang Jiye only needed to keep out the sword, and there was no worry at all, after a sword cut off the head of the Yin God, the remaining Yin gods were shocked, and they scattered as birds and beasts, although they were not defeated and retreated, they did not dare to make a pile, let them slaughter, want to distance themselves, and slowly besiege and encroach, who knew that Yang Jiye finished with a backhand sword, and suddenly flashed sideways, and the long sword stabbed out in the direction pointed by the tip of the elbow。

Although the spirit in this sword is now weakened, after all, it is the condensation of the souls of the three Jindan immortals, and the only remaining strength is still not to be underestimated, and it is naturally easy to deal with a few Yin gods.

A sword stabbed out, and the spirit in the sword suddenly exerted force.

Yang Jiye's speed skyrocketed, the wounds all over his body collapsed, and the blood was spilled, but he didn't even frown, and opened a hole-sized hole in the chest of the Yin God, and his body also disintegrated, and then his wrist flipped, and the upside-down sword suddenly came over, and suddenly a sword went forward, and the broken arm and back sword wounds were all bloody, and they were shocked into a cloud of blood mist by the strong wind, which looked extremely tragic, and the Yin God couldn't react, and was suddenly split from head to toe.

Several Yin Gods were slaughtered in an instant, and the broken divine souls were still squirming and condensing in the air.

Yang Jiye pursed his lips lightly, grabbed the blood mist in the air in the palm of his hand with a spell, and waved his hand to draw a blood talisman, it was the soul spell that immediately introduced the fragments of the divine soul in the air into the sword, washed it with the great true qi of Biluo Huangquan, and suddenly lost all his memories and became a blank, and then was swallowed up by the weak instrument spirit, chewing for a while, he felt that the curled up figure stood up again, and was full of strength, tasting the sweetness, Yang Jiye's pupils became more and more murderous, staring at the dilapidated county town under him, just then he waved his hand and slashed several machine spirits。 Now the ferocious aura is enough to deter those yin gods who are watching, and no one dares to touch this brow for a while.

Although his pure yang vitality is attractive, if he ends up in ashes because of this, it is greatly worthless.

Yang Jiye is also thinking now, if he rashly enters the city to kill, everyone will inevitably attack himself in danger, and he does not dare to guarantee that there will be no hidden ghosts and immortals in this city, if he is delayed here for too long, and even the mud feet are deep, allowing the nameless Taoist to follow the trail, it is bound to end up in death, so I thought about it, I had no intention of staying, and was about to leave, but suddenly I heard a burst of drums in the sky ahead, and the clouds were crowded。

"King Yan is hiding here!" Yang Jiye suddenly changed color, he wanted to continue to go south and enter the land of the Southern Barbarians.

Now that this large array of Yin soldiers is blocking the way south, he can only continue to travel west.

This cloud 100,000 Yin soldiers, is the head of the five ghost kings of the ghost city of the capital of the Yan King in the hands of a 'Yin Talisman', according to rumors, this Yan King was a humane Muyun family before his death, leading the army to fight, and made great achievements, but unfortunately defeated by the hands of the Li family of the current royal family, and at that time the Three Realms were turbulent, human, demon, The immortal three ways attacked, Yin Cao has not yet been established, there is no Yin God to force the soul of the dead, the soul of the 100,000 dead soldiers under his command has been preserved, and he has turned into a ghost road to become a Yin soldier, as soon as the 100,000 Yin soldiers come out, Yang Jiye immediately guessed that King Yan is hiding in the county at the moment, how dare he entangle with it, if he is in his heyday, he may have a chance of winning one-on-one with King Yan.

After all, the Huangquan Dao Technique is extremely restrained to the divine soul, and killing the ghost cultivator is like mowing grass.

But as soon as the 100,000 Yin soldiers came out, they came overwhelmingly, even the Jindan immortals had to retreat, and the bottom line of the Yuan Shen did not dare to take its edge lightly, and there were even rumors that in the ghost city of Xudu, King Yan was also a person who said that he was the only one, and he was in charge, and even the Emperor Xudu was suspected of being overhead, although the Emperor Xudu was a generation of ghost emperors who had cultivated into ghosts and immortals before the catastrophe, and the world was Yama, it can be seen that these 100,000 Yin soldiers were not so easy to provoke, Yang Jiye also knew it, without saying a word, while the Yin Soldiers Array had not yet surrounded him, he left immediately, and the spirit of the Sword of the Past Life had just devoured several Yin Gods, and his strength had recovered a lot, and the sword light wrapped his body, and it passed in an instant, as fast as thunder！

It paused a little until it was extremely far away from the Yin Soldier Array, only to find that no one was chasing after him, and even the Yin Soldier Encirclement still maintained its original appearance, leaving a gap, which was the direction in which he fled before.

In addition to being puzzled, he was also a little relieved, he was injured on his body, and he couldn't keep this speed all the time, so he slowed down and flew ahead with the flying sword.

After a while, he found a bottomless cave among the mountains in the distance.

In the midst of those mountains, like the mouth of a giant beast, an incomparably strong yin qi spread out from the cave, like a giant beast swallowing out, pouring into the clouds and becoming black clouds. Scattered in the wilderness, it becomes mist, everything in the place, whether it is grass or trees or mountains and rivers, is all decayed, there is no complete mountain range around the cave, it is like a reef in the sea that has been eroded by concentrated salt and heavy alkali, densely covered with countless holes, and in the dark and endless cave, reflected by divine consciousness, it is like a mirror, fragmented, in this cave is actually another world, because the space of the vast world is extremely stable, it is absolutely impossible to be destroyed so easily! And the yin qi in it is strong, Yang Jiye quickly figured it out, this cave actually leads straight to the underworld.

He had found traces left by the passage opened by the Minotaur General with the 'Ten Thousand Ghosts Against the Current Great Array' outside Puyang City, and now there are similar traces near this cave, which confirmed his thoughts.

It's just that the scale is much larger than the one outside Puyang City, and this passage is still not closed, in which the yin qi is still gushing into the human world, but the passage has been destroyed for some reason, the space inside is broken, and it is extremely chaotic, and the living people are afraid that they will be ground into minced meat if they are not careful, and it is difficult for the ghost cultivators in the yin to escape from it, which is equivalent to being closed in disguise, Yang Jiye's divine consciousness was only less than half a mile deep, and it was cut to pieces, as if he had fallen into a maze full of mirrors, and he could not get a glimpse of the deeper scene, this was still because he practiced Huangquan Taoism, and his soul was not disturbed by yin qi, and he was replaced by others, I'm afraid that I can't see clearly from a distance.

The corners of Yang Jiye's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, is there a better place to hide than here?

Who would have thought that they would hide here to heal, even if they knew, with the broken and intertwined labyrinth-like space, they would not want to find themselves.

Yang Jiye's sword slowly descended towards the cave, but his brows were also furrowed, hiding here must be extremely dangerous, the slightest carelessness is afraid that he will end up in death, he also had to be very careful, and when he sneaked into the cave less than half a pillar of incense, an ancient sword shadow suddenly appeared from the clouds, dim, only an inch in size, extremely difficult to be seen by the naked eye, and did not make any sound when it flew through the air, and the breath of this sword was extremely restrained, and the divine consciousness could not leave any shadow in the heart, and it appeared suddenly, just like a ghost, suspended from the void for a moment, and suddenly sprinkled a cyan brilliance, but a touch of human figure quietly appeared。

Dressed in a green shirt and scholar's clothes, simple and quiet, with long hair like a waterfall pinned with a rough wooden hairpin, it was the Emei female disciple Xuanji Taoist who followed the Qingxuan Taoist in Pengcheng.

He obviously came with the footsteps of the Qingxuan Dao people, but at this moment, he walked in front of the Qingxuan Dao people, and found Yang Jiye's traces first, which is really incredible.

Seeing Yang Jiye escape into the dark and endless cave, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he hesitated slightly, but it was Edgeworth who chased after him.

(To be continued)