Shangguan Ce's arrival shows that at least Fenxiang Valley is still aware of some monks entering southern Xinjiang.

Although Qin Mu killed him and could temporarily stop the time when Fenxiang Valley learned the truth, after discussing with him, Wan Jianyi still thought that it was important to complete the layout as soon as possible.

Everyone scattered and made final preparations in the 100,000 mountains.

Qin Mu followed the legend of southern border and came to a mountain surrounded by black air and whistling in the year round. And under this bare mountain without a tree or grass, there was a big hole. The entrance of the cave was three meters high and five meters wide. There was a cold wind whistling out from it all year round, and even more sharp noises were mixed, as if a certain furious soul was roaring endlessly.

In the middle of the cave entrance, a stone statue stood upright, as big as a life-sized person. It looked like a beautiful woman, facing the depths of the Demon-Suppressing Cave and standing silently. The cold wind that whistled and cold all year round blew on the stone statue, making a low sound, like a fragile wooden board in a storm.

For some reason, Tian Ling'er said that she was unwilling to follow other disciples to complete the task. Instead, she stayed beside Qin Mu and followed him to this barren mountain.

She looked at Qin Mu standing silently in front of the stone statue, not knowing what she was thinking, but was also a little curious. She stepped forward and looked carefully at the beautiful face on the stone statue.

Her graceful eyebrows were thinly placed on her eyes, and her face, like a melon-like face, had slightly hard lines. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes were determined, just like after thousands of disasters, she finally made up her mind. But her face and her expression were strangely gentle, a little sad, and a little sad.

Somehow, Tian Ling'er suddenly felt sad that she was unfamiliar with her, and she looked at this peerless beauty in her eyes.

Behind the two of them, a white mist was confused, and a human face appeared in the fog, gradually forming a fierce spirit holding a sword and shield.

Seeing that both of them seemed to be attracted by the stone statue, Tian Ling'er even stretched out her arms and wanted to touch the stone statue's face. An endless fierce look flashed in her eyes. She raised her giant sword and was about to fall to the two of them.

I saw the man who turned his back to him as if he had noticed something, and he turned his head slightly and glanced at the fierce spirit with his outlook.

With his palm on his back, he clamped the giant sword between his fingers.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to struggle anymore." Qin Mu looked at the figure condensed by the mist and looked at it for a while with interest.

Although the sneak attacker had no body, Tian Ling'er, who was awakened, could also look at the hideous expression on his face and quietly observe a silence for him in his heart.

What's wrong with her, the perverted uncle, and compare strength...

After a moment, the fierce spirit seemed to have accepted his fate and said dejectedly: "External people, why are you doing in this demonic land?"

Tian Ling'er was a little confused, but Qin Mu knew it, and his hand was shocked, and he said, "Come to the demon land, I will naturally see this most powerful demon."

The evil spirit was shaken away several feet long. It was a little busy, but when he heard this, he felt like he fell into an ice cave.

He raised his eyes and looked at Qin Mu in horror.

But he had already taken steps, walking towards the hole that seemed to be bottomless.

The "evil spirit" is a soul. This kind of soul is mostly a person with profound practice during his lifetime, but after his death, he is willing to protect something, be a desolate wild ghost, and float in the sun because of some extremely deep indignation and indifference.

Such a fierce spirit has already had a high level of Taoism, and it has ghost power after death, so it is even more fierce. Ordinary cultivators are no match for them at all, and they can be said to be fierce ghosts that are not even one in a thousand.

He knew that he was not Qin Mu's opponent, but at this moment he looked awe-inspiring on his face, and he raised the giant shield in his hand, blocking the entrance of the cave.

Qin Mu looked at him, sighed in his heart, and said, "Do you see the sadness of the stone statue?"

The evil spirit was shocked and looked at the stone statue.

"Everything is wrong, and all mistakes should be ended." Qin Mu looked at the creepy hole behind him and said meaningfully.

As if I heard this, on the cold stone statue, the graceful and beautiful woman, two lines of clear tears, quietly slipped from the eyes of the stone statue.

The fierce spirit stared at the stone statue in a daze and stood silently.

Qin Mu walked into the stone cave, but Tian Ling'er curiously looked at the fierce spirit walking towards the stone statue silently, looked at the tears on the face of the stone statue, and stretched out her hand to wipe it for her.

The phantom of his arm passed through the stone statue. He was stunned and slowly knelt in front of the stone statue.

"Empress, it's been too long, so long that I forgot that I'm dead."

"Empress, did you say I did something wrong?"

"Empress, I'm tired..."

Tian Ling'er looked at the soul talking to herself in front of the stone statue, and somehow felt a little reluctant, so she stepped forward and whispered: "Don't worry, my uncle is the most powerful!"

The evil spirit looked at the bright girl with a hint of remembrance in his eyes.

"Empress, you laughed like this back then."

Qin Mu walked into the cave and found that there was an open flat ground in front of him. This place was completely different from the outside. Most of the hard stone walls were intact, but there were many huge bones on the ground, and most of them were intact. By counting carefully, there were as many as thirteen.

These thirteen bones with different shapes and radiating demonic energy circled in a circle from a distance, all of which were inside and outside, as if guarding something. In the dark and empty eye holes, there seemed to be a cold gaze.

As Qin Mu's figure suddenly appeared, he began to approach this strange circle. Suddenly, a terrifying "member" sound appeared in the cold wind. A few heads on these white bones actually began to rotate, slowly turned around, and looked in the direction of Qin Mu.

At this terrifying time that almost made people's heartbeat stagnate, Qin Mu seemed to not care about these terrifying skeletons. His eyes were only looking at one place from beginning to end.

That is the center of the circle surrounded by thirteen white bones.

A life-sized white bone lying quietly on a white jade platform that was only three inches tall. Unlike the skeletons around it, the human-shaped bone was covered with silk. I don’t know how many years have passed, but under the faint light, the color of the silk is still extremely bright.

And all the bright lights around this, even the whistling wind, were emitted from this white bone.

The light flowed, and the strange light was long and short, as if in the dark, there were eyes staring at him.

Around them, all the thirteen white bones suddenly made "members" sounds, almost as if they were resurrected together. Their heads were turned, and deep eye holes stared at Qin Mu's figure.

The next moment, the silk rose into the air and floated in the air.

It seemed as if there was a silent roar, and in an instant, a dazzling light shone out from under the silk, whistling in all directions like an unstoppable arrow.

The violent wind, mixed with a gloomy sneer, began to echo in this ancient cave.

The thirteen skeletons suddenly raised their heads together and roared towards the sky!

A desolate and hoarse voice echoed in the cave, like the sound of the whimpering wind-

"External, who are you?"
Chapter completed!