The vast wilderness, the barren mountains undulated, and the layers of black mist shrouded in them.

In the rolling mist, there is also a howl like a ghost crying wolf from time to time, which is extremely unpleasant to hear, and it is quite uncomfortable to hear.

And there are still a few miles away, and you can feel the cold aura rushing towards you.

Feng Yan and the others beside him couldn't help but shudder, and their complexions changed slightly.

Even the Nine Spirits, who also cultivated the Hundred Spirits Technique and enslaved the spirit slaves, couldn't help frowning.

South Wilderness Cemetery!

Zhang Yan glanced at it from afar, stopped the flying magic weapon, and frowned slightly.

Here, it gave him a feeling of unease, and he found that from time to time in the black mist in front of him, one or two swarthy geyrs appeared, revealing hideous faces, screaming and cruising in the black mist.

"Although the speed of the flying magic weapon is very fast, it should be able to fly over the cemetery in half a day at most, but there are a lot of wandering spirits in mid-air, it is too troublesome, and if you encounter a group of wandering spirits, it will slow down!"

Zhang Yan thought about it for a while, and decided to put away the flying magic weapon and walk along the official road.

Hearing this, the women had no objection, and they also saw the sinister aura revealed in the black fog in the air in front of them.

A few people went up to the official road, and after walking for a few miles, they saw the official road that passed through the entire Nanhuang cemetery.

Not long after, Zhang Yan and the others finally saw the caravan in the canyon road that was driving into the cemetery, as well as groups of mercenaries and monks in groups of three or two, or dozens of hundreds of people.

Zhang Yan took a few daughters and stepped into it, and a cold breath shrouded his face, and that kind of cold seemed to invade the bone marrow.

Feng Xiaoxi on the side, who was the weakest in cultivation, couldn't help but turn pale, but the little girl was still purring and rolling her cute big eyes, looking around.

"Brook, follow me!"

Pulling the little girl to her side, Zhang Yan waved her big sleeves, and the cold that eroded from it immediately dissipated, and the little girl's complexion gradually improved.

And with the arrival of several people, it immediately attracted the attention of others in front of them.

Those mercenary monks, when they saw a few beauties beside Zhang Yan with their own unique appearances, all of them had generous eyes shining brightly, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

Especially when they saw Feng Yan's exaggerated curves and long legs, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Hehe, a few beauties, we are the mercenary group of the Feiling Temple, it seems that you are going to walk through this Southern Wilderness Cemetery, right? In this cemetery, rogue robbers, wandering zombies, often haunt, just this weak kid who can't help but take you over, the final outcome is that you don't want to leave a clean body, even your life is gone!"

This Flying Spirit Hall mercenary group, led by a middle-aged man with a long arm and a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with a pointed mouth, two eyes with evil flashes kept flickering, and said to Feng Yan and a few others, trying his best to make the danger in the Nanhuang cemetery even more terrifying: "In this way, our Flying Spirit Hall mercenary group happened to pass by this cemetery, how about we send a few beauties?" Don't worry, we will never charge a commission!"

"What, arm wolf, you want to keep this business to yourself?"

At this time, another group of mercenary groups came back from the front, with dozens of people, led by a big man with golden earrings on his ears and a golden hunting knife in his hand, and said to the middle-aged man with long arms with a sneer.

When the arm wolf heard this, he seemed to have heard the person who came, and before he completely turned back, he was already not to be outdone, and replied with a sneer: "Xiong Wu, don't play prestige in front of the arm master and me, if you hadn't relied on your eldest brother Xiong Wei to have something to do with the Seven Killing Towers, I wouldn't know where the corpse is, where is it still pouring out like this!"

"Hmph, arm wolf, don't use such words to provoke Master Xiong and me, if you have the ability, let's have a big fight, look at the past hundred years, whose cultivation has been more sophisticated!"

Xiong Wu snorted coldly, and at the same time, a surging aura surged out of his body, full of fighting spirit.

"Lao Tzu doesn't have time to waste time on this juncture!"

The arm wolf didn't have the slightest cowardice about this, but he didn't pay attention to Xiong Wu, and then his eyes suddenly lit up again, and he said excitedly: "Grandma's, there is another superb!

As the wolf's words fell, everyone followed his voice.

Even Zhang Yan and a few others couldn't help but look back.

Really.

From outside, two more figures came.

One old and one young.

The old body is rickety, dressed as a housekeeper, and the young one is a tall girl dressed in a white tight skirt, outlining a delicate figure, green silk like a waterfall, and a delicate face with skin like snow.

At this time, the old man and the girl also saw the mercenary group of armed wolves who greeted them, and their brows couldn't help frowning.

"This beauty, are you going to walk through the Southern Wilderness Cemetery? With our Feiling Mercenary Group escorting, it is absolutely safe!"

The arm wolf couldn't help but speak, patted his chest, and swore an oath, and at the same time, the mercenary monks behind him also surrounded the old man and the girl.

This old man and girl, cultivation is only in the middle stage of foundation building, and in the face of this group of mercenary monks, there is almost no power to resist, not to mention that the arm wolf led by him is a monk in the early stage of Jindan.

However, the girl's face was only slightly pale, and she said inwardly: "What are you going to do, do you know the identity of this girl?"

"Hehe, this fairy, don't be so fierce, we won't eat you, we just want to escort you through this cemetery, lest you, a beautiful woman with white flowers, be taken away by those rogues and zombies inside!"

The arm wolf looked the girl up and down with generous eyes, and said with a sneer.

"This fellow Daoist, in Xia Lu Zhan, the head of the Lu family in Hundred Flowers City, this is the eldest lady of our Lu family, and I hope that Daoist friends will look at the face of our Lu family, don't do too much!"

At this time, the old man, the head of the Lu family, spoke, with a warning on his face.

"Hmph, now you know the identity of this girl, right? If you don't want to be destroyed by my Lu family, just dodge it obediently!"

The girl heard her housekeeper report her identity at this time, and her face suddenly showed smugness, and she snorted coldly.

Zhang Yan heard the words of this girl, and immediately shook his head secretly, obviously this young lady of the Lu family is far worse than the two girls of the Feng family, and she treats her like this when she encounters danger outside, and the result is that she dies faster.

Really.

When the mercenary monks of the Flying Spirit Hall heard the girl's words, they were all stunned, and then they couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"This girl is good, spicy enough, Lao Tzu likes it!"

The light in the eyes of the arm wolf at this time became more vigorous and excited, and looking at the girl's cold look, he liked it even more.

Seeing that she was not afraid of her Lu family at all, the girl's face suddenly turned pale, and she began to show a panicked look.

At this moment, a wild and incomparably dark laughter came from the black mist above the barren mountain not far away.

"Jiji, arm wolf, Xiong Wu, I didn't expect you to be so lucky this time, just opened today, and you met so many superb beauties!

Hearing this, the faces of the arm wolf and Xiong Wu changed, and their eyes became gloomy, turning their heads to look in the direction from which the words came.

Then, I saw that on a barren mountain on the left, between the rolling black mist, nearly a dozen figures appeared from inside, led by a young man in a blood-red robe, with an evil smile on his face, and two eyes with a faint blood-red, showing demonic energy.

Obviously, it was this young man who spoke just now.