Continuing to gallop towards the location of the Piercing Moon Sect, Xue Zhen didn't have too much trouble along the way, some of the entangled spirit beasts, Xue Zhen who was wearing the Sanxuan Wind Cloak, either speed, or hidden with a formation, he was using his own various methods to get rid of some troubles, and without realizing it, he had gone through almost twenty years of travel.

On this day, Xue Zhen had recovered most of his mana from a small mountain col, raised his light again, and galloped towards the spot he had identified. However, halfway through this, Xue Zhen encountered an oncoming retreat, a retreat that was completely opposite in direction.

In this retreat, Xue Zhen noticed a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, and his specific appearance was not very clear, but his retreat was not too stable, and Xue Zhen could still see the fourth-order body of this Taoist priest from it. The two walked opposite each other, and the closest distance between Xue Zhen and him was only a thousand feet. And Xue Zhen was secretly on guard, and he could feel the other party's not very friendly and uncomfortable gaze sweeping over his body from the light.

However, the Taoist priest on the opposite side swept by lightly, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was stretched hundreds of miles away, and Xue Zhen did not freeze for a moment, that is, a few breaths, and they were already thousands of miles away from each other.

"Woo woo! Master, there seems to be some strong smell on that person's body just now, just like the smell of the soul and ghost that Ying Lang devoured before, the power of the soul and ghost!" Ying Lang in the spirit beast ring said loudly at this moment.

"Really, but he's definitely not a ghost cultivator!" Xue Zhen expressed his suspicions.

However, Xue Zhen's perception of Yinglang still feels quite credible, maybe he is just like himself back then, and he has a ghost cultivator like Ghost Shura Duyue. Xue Zhen naturally couldn't take care of this matter, and under the agitation, he continued his next trip.

After about two hours, Xue Zhen has reached a high mountain of more than 7,000 zhang, and the immortal aura near this high mountain is relatively strong, but at the foot of the high mountain, the mountainside, and the top of the mountain, the remnants of the forbidden light flicker, and some man-made buildings on the mountain have all appeared scorched black, and even burned into rubble by the fire.

Xue Zhen's divine thoughts were sent, and the fire here had not been burning for a long time, and some of them still showed a faint scorching halo, and there was no figure on the entire mountain. However, Xue Zhen could vaguely tell from these buildings that this was a sect, and according to the map, this was the so-called Moon Piercing Sect.

"What the hell is going on here!" Xue Zhenyu frowned and muttered.

At this moment, Ying Lang in the spirit beast ring showed a trace of excitement at this moment, and soon called out a voice:

"Master, on this high mountain, there are still some ghost powers!"

Hearing this, Xue Zhen's eyebrows furrowed deeply, his divine thoughts, his eyes, perceiving the past, and being reminded by Yinglang, there was indeed a kind of power similar to the Yin and the Netherworld, but that kind of weakness of Cheng Dù, Xue Zhen could hardly sense it, and even mixed in the breeze, Xue Zhen couldn't distinguish it at all.

At this time, Xue Zhen had secretly sensed a situation, a situation that he didn't want to believe, but was almost certain. The palm in Xue Zhen's hand had turned into a fist at some point, and there was a slight crisp sound of "crackling".

"Yinglang, you go and see if there are any surviving souls, they can't be devoured, just tell me!" Xue Zhen said in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

Ying Lang in the spirit beast ring responded, and then turned into a roll of silver glow, which rushed out of Xue Zhen's gray and white robe, and the silver shadow flickered, and it had already shot out and appeared to the top of this high mountain. At this time, Yinglang's face was a hint of joy, and he sniffed lightly, but at this time, Xue Zhen not only sent his divine thoughts out to cover this high mountain, but also fell his gaze on Yinglang.

Yinglang's eyes came into contact with Xue Zhen's cold gaze, and the color of joy was immediately swept away, and he also closed his eyes seriously, reciting the incantation lightly in his mouth, but in less than two breaths, Yinglang's eyes had already swept to the upper mountainside of this high mountain, on a certain charred giant tree.

Xue Zhen naturally knew that Yinglang's gaze was cast, and his divine thoughts immediately infiltrated the scorched giant tree, and in an instant, Xue Zhen sensed a miniature forbidden magic circle out of his sense of the magic circle. Above the magic circle, a thread of weakness also appeared. His figure suddenly moved away, and Xue Zhen was already beside the scorched giant tree.

But at this time, he didn't do anything rashly, but completely infiltrated his divine thoughts into the giant tree, and he could sense that the wisp of weakness on this miniature forbidden circle was actually a wisp of the monk's remnant soul.

Xue Zhen's face tightened, he gritted his teeth violently, and under the urging of the magic trick in his hand, a flash of light swept away between his fingers, and the miniature forbidden magic circle that was less than the size of his palm slowly flew out, and Xue Zhen also heard a faint shout:

"Leave me alone, let me go, let me go......"

Hearing this voice, Xue Zhen's heart couldn't help but pound, his face turned tighter, and this miniature forbidden magic circle had reached in front of him, the faint voice was still there, Xue Zhen immediately went and said:

"Don't worry, I'm not the one who hurt you!"

Maybe he heard Xue Zhen's comforting voice, or maybe he also understood that it was useless to plead again, and his voice had stopped. Xue Zhen could feel the other party, the gaze cast by the remnant soul, the mana in Xue Zhen's hand at the moment was infused, and the crystal light on the surface of the miniature forbidden magic circle flickered, and the remnant soul actually increased a little.

"Who are you!"

"In Xia Zhang Xin, he is a monk of the Moon Piercing Sect!"

"What the hell is going on here?"

"It's hard to say!"

At this time, because this miniature forbidden magic circle with soul-nourishing effect was injected with mana by Xue Zhen, the person's soul voice also became thicker, and after resting a little, he gave Xue Zhen a brief introduction to the situation here and the nightmare he encountered.

It turned out that although the highest cultivation level of their sect was the human immortal level, the cultivation method was relatively easy, and the selection of disciples was relaxed, and their sect had many mainstay disciples. But on the same day, a Huangmei Taoist priest appeared, he cast a huge banner, and soon secretly plotted the main affairs of the sect, and in the end, he even cast a spell to kill all the disciples and accept the soul. And Zhang Xin usually tinkered with some soul formations, and when he was accepted into the soul, he chose to keep part of his soul breath, which can be regarded as escaping the catastrophe, but it was just a chance to re-enter the reincarnation for himself.