Although the three people who walked forward were very wary of their surroundings, they did not notice anything unusual behind them. The three of them chatted occasionally as they hurried, only to hear one of them complain: "This damn place, there are only three of us left, and the rest of us can't be contacted, and I don't know where they have been transmitted." ”

Then the other man continued: "We are fortunate to have three of us, and the rest of us don't know if we are lucky, and it would be even worse if we were alone." ”

The man who spoke earlier stopped squeaking and replied, "That's exactly what you said." ”

These three people were none other than the disciples of the Tianyin Sect, originally they were divided into two teams, but somehow, they strayed into a formation. This formation has no attack power and no effect on trapping the enemy, and the only function is to randomly teleport everyone in this team to different corners and directions of this space.

The three of them were luckily teleported together, and the three of them were cautious along the way, especially at night.

Ling Yifan followed behind the three of them, about four or five hundred meters away from the three of them, his divine sense couldn't detect that far distance, so he had to let Kong Mochen monitor him. And even if he can detect it, his divine sense is relatively weak, and he will be discovered by the other party at the same time as he discovers the other party. Through the connection of the mysterious beads, Ling Yifan, who Kong Mochen perceived, can also be perceived, which saves Kong Mochen a lot of tongue.

When Ling Yifan followed the three of them, another monk among the three who had not spoken, spoke: "Even if you can't enter the central area to obtain the inheritance treasure this time, as long as you can find the kid who the sect confessed, it won't be in vain." ”

"Yes, this time the sect has confessed, as long as you can kill that guy named Ling Yifan, you can use any token on him to receive a reward from the sect, and it is a great achievement. The reward will not be much worse than the treasure obtained in this secret realm. The voice that spoke first said.

At this time, the second voice that spoke said: "Yes, according to the sect's explanation, that Ling Yifan only has the cultivation of the early stage of Fan, and any one of us here is much higher than him." Even if I meet him, I can kill him lightly, I really don't know why the sect attaches so much importance to this person, and I also told us to be careful when we meet this person. Hmph, that unlucky guy better not let me run into it. ”

The monk who didn't speak much said with a slightly cautious expression: "I said that you should not be careless, since you can let the sect explain it deliberately, maybe there is really some special ability, it is said that this person is good at concealment, so it is better to be careful." ”

The two of them agreed on their lips, but in their hearts they despised him for being too careful, isn't he just a monk in the early stage of mortals, making it look like the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

However, neither of them came out, although this person was too cautious, but his cultivation was the most powerful of the three, so although these two people despised in their hearts, they were still submissive on their faces.

Ling Yifan was connected to the Void Mochen Divine Sense, and naturally he also heard the conversation between the three of them. After listening to the conversation of these three people, Kong Mochen felt pity for these three people in his heart. ridiculed Ling Yifan: "Hey, these three people are really pitiful!"

Ling Yifan rolled his eyes at Kong Mochen, looked at the direction of the three of them, and sneered in his heart, "Sure enough, as I expected, that day the Yin Sect really had an explanation for the disciples under his sect. In addition to searching for treasures, another important task in entering this secret realm is to take my head. But if you want to take my life, it depends on whether you have the ability or not, since I have met it, let's collect some interest first. ”

The three Tianyin Sect cultivators didn't know that the 'unlucky ghost' they had dreamed of encountering was watching them a few hundred meters behind them. The shadow of death is approaching them step by step.

After walking for most of the night, Ling Yifan has been looking for an opportunity, if it is a sneak attack, the soul chasing needle in his hand is a sharp weapon for sneak attack and death. Just as Ling Yifan was calculating how to find an opportunity to start, the three of them suddenly stopped, and the more cautious monk said, "Okay, let's stop here, rest for one night first, and then hurry up in the morning." It's still the old rule, the three of us each occupy one side, form a horn, don't be too far away from each other, just a dozen meters. The three of us took turns keeping vigil, and we must not take the wind and grass around us lightly. And don't just destroy the things around you. ”

After the explanation, the three of them each found a place and sat down. Previously, they had inadvertently destroyed the vines here and were almost trapped, but fortunately they escaped in time, otherwise they don't know what accidents and misfortunes would have happened.

Seeing that the three of them stopped, Ling Yifan suddenly felt happy in his heart, and said secretly: "Even if you want to die, you don't need to cooperate with me so much, don't you really want to meet me, an unlucky ghost? Hehe, I will fulfill your wishes today." ”

In fact, there is nothing wrong with these three people putting some distance between each other, more than ten meters, for the monk, I am afraid that even a tenth of the breath will not be needed. However, it was such a short period of more than ten meters that caused convenience to Ling Yifan.

These three people never thought that they would be so lucky to meet Ling Yifan, Ling Yifan was like the wind, quietly approaching the three of them. Stopping less than 100 meters away from the three of them, Ling Yifan looked around at the three of them. In the end, he locked his eyes on the owner of the second voice, which was the happiest he shouted at just now, and the least in his eyes. And say that you are an unlucky ghost, don't let him run into it, and so on.

Ling Yifan said in his heart: "I'll take you first today, there is a person who has come from far and near in this hospitality, here is where you are the most enthusiastic about me Ling, and I should come to greet you first." ”

Thinking in his heart, Ling Yifan leaned towards him like a ghost. This guy is also unlucky, if he knew that he was the first to lose his life because he was ridiculing and belittling his opponent, I really don't know how he would feel when he died.

When Ling Yifan was fifty meters closer to him, he was still fantasizing about the beautiful scenery that he would kill Ling Yifan and return to the sect to get a reward in the near future. The poor man didn't know that death was approaching him step by step.

Forty-five meters, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, Ling Yifan stopped. Ling Yifan looked for an obscure direction, standing here just on his side and at the same time avoiding the front of the other two, he would not be easily noticed.

Ling Yifan stood up, took out the soul chasing needle with an inexplicable but powerful origin, and looked at the one-foot-long soul chasing needle in his hand. Every time Ling Yifan used it, he would imprint his Divine Sense on it, so that he could use his Divine Sense to control this Soul Chasing Needle. But in case this thing will have any adverse effects on him, he will erase the divine imprint on it after each use.

In this dim night, he could just hide his sneak attack, twenty meters, which may not be a close distance for ordinary mortals, but for monks it is just a breath. Ling Yifan looked at the disciple of the Tianyin Sect, flipped his hand, and a black light flew silently towards the monk. The man only felt a faint sound of wind in his ears, and when he looked sideways, the soul chasing needle pierced his neck mercilessly, and then crossed an arc and landed a few meters behind the person, this qiē was only in an instant.

The man felt a chill on his neck, and then let out a terrible scream, and fell to the ground. This terrible scream crossed the silent night sky and reached the ears of the other two, who were immediately startled and felt creepy.

The two of them didn't have time to ask questions, and turned to the fallen monk, and by the starlight, they found that the fallen monk was covered with black faces, and he was already dead of anger.

One of them was a little closer to the dead monk, behind the dead monk, this person was the monk who spoke for the first time, Ling Yifan watched him run towards the dead monk, and when he came to a place a few meters away from the dead monk, about to check the cause of his death, under his feet was exactly the soul chasing needle that had just fallen there, Ling Yifan's consciousness moved, and the soul chasing needle penetrated the soles of the person's feet with a 'whoosh'.

With the same scream, the man fell to his knees, trying to see what the thing that had pierced the soles of his feet. But his consciousness was blurred, and he vaguely heard the eager call of his companion in his ear, and gradually his consciousness disappeared.

The only surviving Tianyin Sect disciple called out loudly, "What's wrong with you, what's going on?" but all he answered was a cold corpse, and he was about to collapse. What kind of world is this, the two lives that were still alive just now have turned into two cold corpses in the blink of an eye.

Death is not terrible, it is not that he has never seen dead people and has not killed people, but what is terrible is that he doesn't know why he died, he doesn't know what took their lives, and the unknown things in this world are the most terrifying.

No matter how firm his mind is, he can't help but feel numb in the face of such a strange scene. Ling Yifan didn't move, but stood aside and looked at him coldly, there was nothing more terrible than giving a person mental torture.

And at this time, this only surviving Tianyin Sect monk was suffering from the psychological torture of this fear...