Soon, they returned to Yufeng Mountain.

Fei'er and her subordinates were placing the monk from a foreign land according to the funeral rites of the Brahma realm.

Feng Yiting, Xiang Yong, Wu Zu and the red-haired man came to Yufeng Mountain, and everyone looked heavy and silently mourned the man in white.

It was a sad and desperate ritual, and Phil cried like a tearful person. On one side, all the high-ranking members of the Tianluo Sect were heartbroken by their sect leaders, and there was a deep sadness on Yufeng Mountain.

After the simple sacrificial ceremony, they comforted Fei'er, and Wu Zu and Feng Yiting began to look for all clues in this separate space.

At the beginning, before going to Xianhui Bay, Feng Yiting once felt that there was a problem with the escape route of the man in white.

Because it takes a special way to enter Yufeng Mountain, but to go out from Yufeng Mountain, according to Fei'er, there is no need for other methods, just leave directly. And Feng Yiting also tried, jumping down from Yufeng Mountain, and fell directly into the River of No Return.

This presents a very strange problem, if the man in white is a single person who wants to escape from Yufeng Mountain, there is no need for him to try to escape from the place where he lives all the way to the teleportation array.

Because, he could escape from Yufeng Mountain anywhere, so why did he have to flee to the teleportation circle?

Unless he wanted to make his way through the teleportation circle to another place where he could feel safe.

So, where did the man in white want to flee to when he was in danger?

If they are not mistaken, the place where the man in white wants to flee will definitely give him more security.

Wu Zu carefully examined the rice that was still scattered on the ground, and finally he stood up disappointed.

He's still silent, but that doesn't mean he hasn't taken a stand.

Wu Zu was completely destroyed by the Xuanyuan Sword because of his throat. I can't speak like a normal person, and even if I want to make a sound, I can only do it in ventriloquism, and at that time, the voice is unsettled, and it will even appear in the sky, giving people an extremely weird feeling.

So, he usually lets the redhead know his consciousness. Then let him express and describe.

Sure enough, after a short time, I heard the red-haired man next to me look at the master. Then he said to Feng Yiting: "My master said that it has been too long, and the spiritual power information remaining on the rice has disappeared, and no clues can be found. ”

Feng Yiting silently looked at the rice scattered everywhere, speechless. I heard the red-haired man continue, "But. Based on the current state of this rice, it can be seen that it has retained extremely strong spells before, so please take a look. ”

After the red-haired man finished speaking, he saw Wu Zu pick up a grain of rice, and gently pinched it with his hand, and the rice was immediately pinched into rice noodles.

Feng Yiting had also tried this at the beginning. But I heard the red-haired man say, "Lord Troubadour, what my master means is that compared to other carriers of spiritual power condensed with magical power. Rice, or other grains, is the most difficult thing to wield magical power, because the powerful energy will transform it. Or it will be cooked through, or even puffed into popcorn, and once it does, the control will be problematic. ”

It seems that the use of witchcraft, Wu Zu is an expert, although Feng Yiting has also studied this rice, but he didn't expect this.

As he was groaning, he heard the red-haired man then say: "And although this grain of rice has been crispy, the quality of the rice has not changed, which shows that this person who uses witchcraft has extremely powerful magical powers, and he has controlled these kung fu with the help of materials, and has transformed into a realm." ”

Feng Yiting was speechless, but judging from the tone of the red-haired man, this person who borrowed rice to use witchcraft obviously made Wu Zu extremely admired.

After a pause, Feng Yiting asked, "Senior Wu Zu, what kind of method did this guy who killed the man in white with rice use to make the man in white lose his fighting spirit and want to escape from Yufeng Mountain?"

Wu Zu silently looked around, and after a while, he heard the red-haired man say: "A rice man condensed by witchcraft, in terms of this person's cultivation realm, will have extremely strong attack power, and the man in white will be directly hit to death by it." ”

The red-haired man paused for a moment, obviously feeling the consciousness of the Wu Ancestor, so he continued after a pause: "This kind of high-level witchcraft attack often makes the other party feel that they can't start. Because the Rice Grain Man is a combination of many individuals, when it has strong magical powers, it often becomes extremely flexible, and there are many ways to disarm attacks. ”

Feng Yiting can ignore this, if you attack an object made of rice, your energy will not be able to start at all, and the rice grains will be crushed with one blow, but they can be gathered again immediately.

Of course, there are other attacks, such as attacks like fire and lightning, which can quickly combine into an individual, and at this time, it can unload the attack energy from the surface, and often only the surface grain of rice is lost.

Therefore, in this case, unless you have extremely powerful attack energy and mana that you can somehow crush it in one blow, this rice grain man is enough to exhaust you to death.

Sure enough, the red-haired man continued, "The man in white must have tried to fight back, but the result made him extremely disappointed, so he gave up resistance and wanted to escape from Yufeng Mountain and go to the place where he thought it was safe." ”

Xiang Yong, who had been listening to them quietly, suddenly said: "It's a pity that we don't know where the man in white wanted to escape to at that time, otherwise we can also go to the place where he wants to go, so that we can find any clues." ”

Xiang Yong's words are good, assuming that they can find the place where the man in white finally wants to go, maybe they will gain something.

Feng Yiting's eyes lit up, as if he thought of something, but then he stopped talking and was silent.

Everyone followed the traces of rice grains and slowly came to the teleportation array.

This is a very old teleportation circle that has been built for a long time.

The teleportation circle is a special space projection formation. Because of the special space and structure, some objects such as talismans, spells, and magic weapons with specific mana are combined in a special spell matrix.

Once the circle is activated, it has a special mana force field, which can produce a specific spatial effect, forming a fixed direction of the object to project an energy field. This energy field can change the specific delivery direction according to the positioning facilities of the magic circle, and finally achieve a specific spatial projection result.

Generally speaking, a large teleportation circle like this that can be teleported in various spaces, as long as the corresponding place can provide the correct spatial coordinates and special intervention factors, the circle can bring anyone into its teleportation array, and project people or objects to its corresponding direction after it is activated.

The four of them carefully surrounded the magic circle, visited up and down, left and right, and found that this magic circle was simple but not rough, and the structure was reasonable and atmospheric, powerful and sound, and they couldn't help but secretly sigh that the immortal mountain outside this world is different from the ordinary mortal world.

Everyone took a look, because of the age of the construction, they couldn't tell how long this circle had been built.

They then fumbled around to see if the man in white had left any clues.

However, because the man in white didn't have time to activate the teleportation array, he couldn't find out where he wanted to go in the end.

When everyone was in a hurry, Feng Yiting silently looked at Fei'er and the others, and hesitated for a while before saying: "Actually, Xiang Yong's ancestor Xiang Chaoyuan's predecessor taught me a spell called 'corpse technique'. ”

Xiang Yong was stunned, he stared at Feng Yiting in disbelief and said, "My ancestor passed on your 'corpse technique'?

Feng Yiting said disapprerovingly: "Isn't it true or fake?

Xiang Yong stared at Feng Yiting blankly, still not quite believing and said, "This ...... How is it possible! I don't hide it from you Feng Yiting, the 'corpse technique' is a secret that is not passed on in this sect, even if it is me and my father, we haven't learned it yet! You said that my Xuanzu will pass it on to you, to be honest, I don't believe it, if this is the case, my Xuanzu is not too partial?"

Feng Yiting didn't believe it anymore, he glared at Xiang Yong suspiciously and said, "You mean...... Even you don't know how to raise a corpse?"

Xiang Yong glanced Feng Yiting up and down, obviously dissatisfied and jealous, he rolled his eyes and said, "I'll lie to you about this kind of thing? Therefore, before teaching, the disciples of their own clan must be tested many times before finally deciding whether or not to pass it on to the testee. I won't hide it from you, don't say it's me, even my dad hasn't learned this skill yet!"

Feng Yiting scratched his head, and then he realized that Xiang Chaoyuan was quite good to him.

was sighing, so he heard Xiang Yong sigh again: "However, to be honest, this skill also has requirements for the cultivation of the scholars, otherwise not only will it not be able to suppress those fierce corpses, but it will also damage itself, and eventually cause trouble!"

Feng Yiting then asked: "According to what you say, could it be that I have learned this skill, but in fact, I can't use it casually?"

Xiang Yong shook his head, and he said with envy: "With your current cultivation, of course, you can use this high-level corpse control technique at will, otherwise my Xuanzu will teach you casually, won't it harm you?"

Feng Yiting breathed a sigh of relief, and heard Xiang Yong's eyes light up at this time, as if he understood something, and then stared at Feng Yiting and said, "Yiting...... Since my great-ancestor has taught you this skill, then ......"

Speaking of this, Xiang Yong looked at the mourning hall that Fei'er had built for the man in white, and said excitedly: "The corpse technique is divided into two ways: 'taking words' and 'controlling soldiers', the former is a method of searching for information, and the latter is a spell for controlling corpses as soldiers. Yiting, if you ask the seniors in white, won't you be able to find more relevant information?"

Feng Yiting looked at Xiang Yong silently, and then sighed and said, "Yes, I thought that I could ask for information like this, but the man in white has passed away, and we toss like this again, can Fei'er accept this way?"

This was a problem, and everyone fell silent and looked at each other. (To be continued......)