Liu Qinghuan pointed to the right: "There is a group of ghosts wandering over there. It's better for us not to waste time in the fog. It's important to find the general's tomb as soon as possible."
He led the way first, followed by Yunzheng and Jingjue. The three of them tried their best to avoid the hordes of troops. If they couldn't avoid them, they quickly dealt with them with thunderbolts to avoid being surrounded.
This plain is so vast that it is easy to get lost in it and lose your direction.
After walking for more than an hour, Liu Qinghuan suddenly stopped and looked behind him.
Yun Zheng also stopped: "What?"
"Someone seems to be following us from behind." Liu Qinghuan said, a little unsure: "Let's try in another direction."
Yunzheng and Jingjue had no objection, and the three of them sped up a lot and flew out diagonally.
Yun Zheng saw that Liu Qinghuan's expression did not relax, so he knew that the person following him had not been thrown away: "Who is following you?"
"The two female nuns I met by chance before." Liu Qinghuan raised his arm and smelled it, then checked himself from head to toe and said, "Do you see anything wrong with me? I suspect that I am being followed.
means."
"Huh?" Yun Zheng looked him up and down, and then swept his whole body with his consciousness unceremoniously: "I didn't find it."
The fragrance of the epiphyllum is only astonishing at the beginning, and will soon dissipate into nothingness, but it will remain for a long time, and can be tracked at extremely long distances by using the phoenix butterfly.
This floral fragrance must be washed vigorously with water to remove it, but the monks habitually use cleansing techniques to clean themselves, but it is of no use to this fragrance.
Liu Qinghuan was a little unhappy. His speed suddenly increased and his direction became erratic.
Fortunately for Yun Zheng, his body and sword merged into one, turning into an icy blue sword light, and he could easily keep up with his speed. However, Jing Jue's cultivation level was quite different from the two of them, so Liu Qinghuan simply grabbed one of his swords.
Carrying him with his arms.
Far behind them, the Yue sisters were having a hard time following. If it weren't for Feng Shangdie, they would have been lost long ago.
Since the last time they met Liu Qinghuan at Fang Zixuan's place, the two sisters followed him for a while. However, Liu Qinghuan's Pingxu Wind Control Technique was extremely fast. They lost him several times in the middle of the road. When they reached the mass grave, they were even more confused.
Liu Qinghuan suddenly disappeared.
At that time, Liu Qinghuan entered the magic circle arranged by Yun Zheng. The magic circle sealed all the fragrance, so the Yue sisters could no longer find him through Feng Shang Die.
In desperation, the two had no choice but to enter the mass grave and groped inside for two days. Not only did they lose their way, they also encountered a ghost army of several hundred people, chasing them closely.
Yue Xi stamped his feet and said angrily: "What kind of man is that surnamed Yun? He didn't even try to save him, but he ran so fast!"
As he spoke, a volley of black arrows came from behind. Yue Xi couldn't care less about complaining. He waved his hands and a large pink fan unfolded behind him like a peacock spreading its tail, completely covering the two of them.
Those arrows hit the fan surface, leaving a faint black spot, then turned into black smoke and dissipated.
These arrows are actually magic!
As the dense popping sounds continued, Yue Xi endured tremendous pressure, and his body fell forward. He spat out a mouthful of blood before he withstood another round of attacks.
Yue Weiyang quickly hugged her waist, stuffed two resurrection pills into her mouth, led her to continue flying away, and scolded: "I told you not to hold on, I will do it next round."
They had tried to confront the ghost army head-on, and killed many of them. However, the momentum they created attracted more ghost soldiers, and the two had no choice but to escape.
Yue Xi adjusted her breathing and felt better: "Sister, I'm fine, it's just a minor injury."
She took her big pink fan and saw that it had been shot many times with arrows and had been shot into countless black holes, and some places had been penetrated. She felt distressed and angry at the same time: "The strength of these ghosts is only equivalent to practicing Qi."
Brother Qi, why are you so powerful? He's so fast that you can't even get rid of him."
Yue Weiyang noticed that the tentacles of the Phoenix Butterfly on his shoulder changed to the right, and also changed direction: "In front of them are trained troops, and the power of the combined attack is several times stronger than that of ordinary Qi-training monks."
Yue Xi continued to grit his teeth and said: "And that Yun Qing! He has obviously discovered us, but he doesn't know how to cherish the beauty and cherish the jade at all. I curse him to never find a dual cultivation partner in his life!"
Yue Weiyang said in a calm tone: "He has no obligation to help us. Moreover, our behavior of tracking him may have annoyed him. But..."
She chuckled: "But we have no choice but to trouble him."
Liu Qinghuan is not angry now, but he is unhappy. Anyone who is plotted in this way, if he has a cruel and perverse temper, may even form a deadly feud.
What the Yue sisters didn't know was that with Liu Qinghuan's powerful spiritual consciousness, he could lure them to where there was a large group of ghost soldiers, and get rid of them easily.
However, Liu Qinghuan was still what Jing Jue called a "good person" after all. He just changed directions several times and gradually distanced himself from the Yue sisters.
The fog ahead began to thin. Jingjue, who was being carried by Liu Qinghuan, suddenly moved and raised the wooden sign under his nose: "There is a lot of resentment ahead, stop quickly."
Liu Qinghuan's consciousness condensed into a bundle and looked forward. His expression changed and he immediately stopped: "Yun Zheng!"
The icy blue light fell next to Liu Qinghuan, and Yun Zheng appeared and asked: "What's in front of you?"
Liu Qinghuan walked forward: "I'm afraid we are in big trouble."
As the fog dispersed, a deep pit covering an extremely large area slowly revealed its shape. There were layers of white bones piled up in the pit, some of which had been crushed into pieces, while others had extremely complete skeletons preserved. There were so many,
It’s hard to count at a glance.
After crossing the deep pit, you can see a palace complex. The tall palace walls collapsed in several places, and the huge rolling stones spread all the way to the bloody moat dozens of feet wide in front of the palace.
Yun Zheng chuckled and said, "Haha, the Zhao family is quite big. The palace was built so much that it encompasses the mountains. It's because they want to build a fairy palace."
Indeed, even though the original palace of Zhao State is now dilapidated, its former glory and extreme luxury can still be vaguely seen.
At this time, there was a faint sound of uniform footsteps coming from behind, quickly approaching where Liu Qinghuan and the others were.
And in the big pit, skeletons began to stand up one after another, making a clattering noise. They were complete, some were missing arms and legs, or they were pieced together with multiple arms and legs, and some were holding a broken piece in their hands.
He used bones as weapons and chewed the bare bones in his jaws loudly.
Yun Zheng's spiritual consciousness swept behind him, then looked at both sides of the pit, his face darkened: "There are many ghost soldiers, probably five hundred in number, and there is no way around this pit."
Jingjue pointed his hand holding the string of Buddhist beads into the air: "Shall we fly over?"
"Can't fly." Liu Qinghuan motioned to the two of them to look at the bottom of the pit, where the bones were buried like a mountain. A rotating tornado suddenly emerged, and countless bones flew up and gathered in the middle, forming a large skeleton.