Seeing that the washing of the Yuan Dan really had a miraculous effect, Xiao Ziyang put his mind at ease, he left tens of thousands of spirit stones, and left Cangshan Cottage under the reluctant gaze of the four people.

Xiao Ziyang's direction was east, and his destination was the most rear-back stronghold of the Smiley Ghost Organization in the quest scroll.

Although he already knew that Wang Ziling's subordinates were waiting for him there, Xiao Ziyang, who was full of confidence in his invisible escape, was not afraid. Already enraged by Wang Ziling's step-by-step pressing, Xiao Ziyang had already decided to do something.

Half a day later, Xiao Ziyang gradually approached the evil cultivation stronghold. A hundred miles away, he took the Wusuo magic weapon. The figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Ziyang quietly came to a small valley with lush plants.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Ziyang showed a look of surprise on his face. I saw that the valley was full of spells, and after the bombardment of magic weapons, it left behind a mess. Five corpses, not far from a cave at the bottom of the valley, all the way to the entrance of the valley.

These fallen people, without exception, all had their heads in the direction of Taniguchi. It's not like being attacked from the outside, but it's like being chased all the way out from the inside.

Suddenly, two familiar corpses aroused Xiao Ziyang's idea, and after a closer look, he was taken aback. These two people were clearly the two monks that Wang Ziling had sent to track him.

The battle seemed to be fiercest at the entrance of the cave, and the trees that covered the cave and the magic circle were long gone. The gate of the cave seemed to have at least doubled in size, and it was almost impossible to see what it had been.

There were more than a dozen corpses in a mess here, which was different from the five corpses that Xiao Ziyang saw all the way that were very complete and had no scars on the surface.

Some of the corpses were split in two, some were smashed into pulp, some were burned to the point that only a third of the original charred black matter remained, and some appeared to have been frozen into ice mounds and then shattered. Leave the corpses in the ground. The most peculiar thing is a corpse with green branches and leaves growing in all seven orifices.

Xiao Ziyang looked carefully and found that the blood flowing from these corpses had turned slightly black, and it was obvious that he had been dead for more than a day.

How can it be seen, this scene does not look like a trap set by Wang Ziling's subordinates to target him.

What the hell is going on here? Xiao Ziyang's eyes, which were originally only slightly glowing with purple fluorescence, gradually became more and more intense, and at the end of the day, his eyes became like two purple gems embedded in their sockets. This is clearly the scene when he transported the Purple Yuan Divine Eye to the extreme.

After observing for a moment, he slowly retreated towards the valley without noticing, and as he passed by the five corpses, he stopped to look at them one by one. These people all died in the same appearance, without a single wound on their bodies, their eyes were wide open, and their faces were full of horror.

Strangely, none of the storage bags on these bodies were removed. Xiao Ziyang's divine sense swept away, and without exception, the identity tokens of the disciples of the Great Luo Sect were found in the storage bags on the waists of these five people!

It seems that these five people should be Wang Ziling's subordinates sent to besiege him.

Xiao Ziyang came to the mouth of the valley and quietly crouched on an old tree on the cliff on the side of the valley, with a pair of faint purple eyes, carefully observing the valley.

A trace of mana fluctuations came from the direction of the cave. In Xiao Ziyang's divine gaze, these mana fluctuations formed a curtain of light rippling like water waves in the valley. This seems to be a mana fluctuation emitted by some kind of formation. Other than that, there was not a trace of any other movement.

Xiao Ziyang lay quietly on the old tree, and it wasn't until an hour later that he moved again.

Stealthy, Xiao Ziyang slowly approached the entrance of the ravaged and messy cave mansion.

After entering the cave, there is a long road, this cave is obviously artificially carved, the four walls are very neat, the top of the cave, every distance there is a night pearl that exudes a cold light.

There are obvious signs of battle in the passage, but there are not many. Obviously, after a big battle at the entrance of the cave, the attackers had completely gained the upper hand and advanced very quickly.

At the end of the corridor is a smashed stone gate. Passing through the stone gate, there is a rotunda with a diameter of more than 10 zhang and a height of more than 3 zhang. At the top of the hall, twelve night pearls surround a circle that concentric with the hall.

It's another battlefield, and a lot of furniture is shattered, and it's no longer visible for itself. But from the wreckage, it can be seen that these furniture are of high quality, and many of them are high-grade woods such as red incense wood, purple rhombus wood, etc.

The hall is surrounded by three closed stone doors, which form a cross with the portal that enters.

In front of the stone door opposite the entrance door, there was a corpse that had been cut in two from his chest, and he was lying on his back with the lower half of his body on his back, and the upper half of his face was on the ground, leaning against the stone wall on the side of the stone door.

What made Xiao Ziyang feel strange was that although half of the stone gate was stained red with blood, there were no scars.

This is very unreasonable, judging from the miserable situation of the dead body, it is clear that he was killed by a magic weapon. The body of a monk, even if it is the body of a monk in the foundation building period, is like tofu to a magic weapon, even a low-level magic weapon. The corpse was less than three feet away from the stone door. At such a close distance, no one could recover the magic weapon in time after killing the monk without hurting the stone gate. At least the foundation monks would never be able to do it.

Xiao Ziyang carefully observed the wall near the stone gate again. But no matter up or down, left or right, there are no scars that should exist.

Just as Xiao Ziyang was about to step forward and take a closer look, a sense of ominousness hit his heart, it was so strong that his hairs suddenly exploded.

Xiao Ziyang retreated without hesitation, but it was too late, and a translucent arm that seemed to be composed of thin smoke suddenly poked out from the stone door.

The miserable white palm stretched out his index finger and pointed at Xiao Ziyang who was flying back.

With this finger, Xiao Ziyang felt as if his body had suddenly disappeared, and then his divine thoughts were like water splashed into the extremely cold space, instantly frozen. From his blurred vision, he could tell that his body was making a parabolic motion on his back.

Then, his gaze shook violently, and his feet rose high in his sight, and then fell limply.

Xiao Ziyang's still clear thinking quickly made a judgment, his body lost control, and he fell heavily to the ground, because of the speed generated by flying back just now, he still had a lot of forward speed after landing on the ground, and the friction of his back stopped, making his legs rise high and fall again.

Xiao Ziyang's vision became more and more blurred, just as his eyes were about to lose function. A grim white figure appeared above him. Then a burst of laughter that seemed to come from far away, full of ecstasy, madness, disbelief, and other complex emotions penetrated his ears.

"Chaos Spirit Root! A body that has a Chaos Spirit Root and can cultivate the Ancient Immortal Classic's "Purple Jade Smoke" exercise to the middle stage of foundation building! Ha Lu Ha God, you treat me well to the soul of the cang!" This was the last sentence Xiao Ziyang heard before he completely lost his five senses.