On the official road where the cold wind was howling, a caravan consisting of dozens of vehicles and horses moved forward slowly. There were two Tianyuan realm warriors at the front and rear of the caravan.
In the middle, there were dozens of Earth Yuan Realm warriors accompanying them, all of them cautiously looking at the dense jungle in all directions.
In the caravan, Lin Huang was dressed in coarse linen clothes, dark and thin, with his head facing the biting cold wind, sitting in front of the carriage, waving his whip and whipping the horses hard.
From time to time, wisps of refreshing fragrance can be heard from the chariot behind you.
The owner of this caravan was naturally Jia Wanjin, the richest man in the Western Tang Dynasty.
Previously, Lin Huang ordered Wang Fugui to arrange for him to become a member of the guard team, but Wang Fugui despised him. The minimum requirement for others to recruit guards was at least the Earth Yuan realm.
And Lin Huang is no more than the eighth level of human beings! Even if Wang Fugui has extraordinary means, there is nothing he can do if Lin Huang fails to live up to his expectations.
Fortunately, under Wang Fugui's arrangement, Lin Huang became the coachman of Jia Wanjin and his daughter.
It had been three days since the caravan left the Western Tang Dynasty. During these three days, except for the increasingly bad weather, no one had encountered any trouble, which made Lin Huang feel a little confused.
Although Jia Wanjin has handed over the treasure box to Xuanyuan Tibing, he is the former owner of the treasure box after all, and he has direct contact with the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers. In any case, someone should pay attention to his every move.
In the past three days, Lin Huang didn't notice anyone blocking the road or following him, which was too strange. Even if it wasn't for the Mountain and River Scrolls, there should be someone who was concerned about Jia Wanjin's wealth.
"Changsheng, tell everyone to take a rest here." As evening approached, a woman's sad voice suddenly sounded from the carriage.
"Miss Xuanxuan, it's almost dark. If we don't rush to find the inn, we will have to stay in the cold wind all night!"
Lin Huang frowned and said, this place is deserted and surrounded by dense jungles. It looks like a good place for killing people and stealing goods. Resting here is not a good choice.
"My father is in poor health and can't bear the bumps anymore. You told them to double the commission, but they can't leave today." The woman in the carriage said after a moment of silence. Although her voice was gentle, her attitude was extremely firm.
Listening to the coughing sound coming from the carriage, Lin Huang shook his head helplessly, then stopped everyone and camped on the spot for the night.
After nightfall, everyone lit a fire to dispel the chill in the air, and Jia Wanjin and his daughter just stepped out of the carriage and ate something.
The firelight curled up in the night, making the two people with withered faces look a little red. Jia Xuanxuan was dressed in light purple clothes, with picturesque features, but her clear face was a bit pale and sad, which made people pity.
Although Jia Wanjin is slightly chubby, it can be seen that his body has lost weight rapidly during this period, even exposing his high cheekbones, his face is haggard, and he often covers his mouth and coughs.
Suddenly encountering a catastrophe, both of them had a trace of sadness on their faces, looking at the falling wind and snow in the night with a somewhat sad look.
"Master Jia, Miss Xuanxuan, it's cold and windy outside, you'd better go back to the carriage and rest early, as long as we are here," a middle-aged man with a beard said loudly, staring at Jia Xuanxuan with his bell-like eyes without leaving a trace.
Lin Huang never noticed this. He sat around the fire, leaning on a stone and dozing off, but he was always paying attention to every move around him.
Although the surroundings seemed peaceful, Lin Huang did not dare to let down his guard at all. This was due to his instinct and caution after being hunted by Liu Cangsheng for ten years.
In the world of warriors, no one knows what will happen in the next moment. Just like Jia Wanjin, one moment he is rich and powerful, and the next moment his family is ruined.
The winter night was cold and silent. Except for the night watchers, everyone else fell asleep around the fire, but Lin Huang never let go. Even though there were warriors from the Tianyuan realm here, he only believed in himself.
Until midnight, Lin Huang suddenly opened his eyes...
Lin Huang's figure remained motionless, but his cold eyes were staring into the void. Deep in the drifting wind and snow, there was a bloody shadow.
Most people can't see it at all, and even if they see it, they won't pay attention.
Lin Huang was able to realize that it was only because he was born to be extremely sensitive to danger that he felt peeping from the air. The feeling of being peeped made people feel chilled all over.
And when Lin Huang looked at the blood shadow in the void, the shadow seemed to have a pair of bloody eyes, staring at Lin Huang from a distance, and a permeating aura followed.
Lin Huang's expression changed drastically and he quickly closed his eyes. He felt an extremely evil force pouring into his body, rushing towards the depths of his sea of consciousness.
"The Art of Soul Capturing!"
Lin Huang exclaimed in his heart and hurriedly guarded his mind to resist the power of soul-stirring. However, with Lin Huang's current strength, it was difficult to compete with him. The power of soul-stirring was like entering an uninhabited land, gradually occupying it with overwhelming force.
Lin Huang's sea of consciousness.
Even though he was leaning next to the fire, Lin Huang's whole body was filled with ice. Once the soul-stirring power completely occupied the sea of consciousness, he would completely turn into a puppet that could be controlled by others.
Just when Lin Huang was about to collapse, the martial soul in Xuanhai suddenly trembled, and a domineering force moved towards the soul-stirring power.
Lin Huang's spirit was greatly shaken. He cooperated with the power of his martial soul and tried his best to resist the invading soul-catching power. Then his vitality circulated and followed the power of Shura, like a crazy wild dog, chasing the soul-catching power.
It took a full quarter of an hour for Lin Huang to breathe a long sigh of relief. His whole body was already soaked with sweat. Thinking of the scene just now, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. With just a few breaths left, he was about to become a puppet. One day, Shura Wu
the existence of the soul.
Martial Soul Tian Shura can kill all the power that enters the body!
Feeling the power of absorbing souls being swallowed by Tian Shura and transformed into pure power, Lin Huang smiled blankly, "Is this a blessing in disguise?"
Just now, he actually used the power of absorbing souls to make the entrance to Yuan Jiuchongtian loose.
In the dark night, Lin Huang quietly opened his eyes and looked cautiously into the void again, only to find that the blood shadow had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared at all.
Then Lin Huang glanced at the people around him, his heart full of vigilance. Since the blood shadow could capture his soul, has anyone among these people been captured by the blood shadow and turned into a puppet?
Thinking of this, Lin Huang became completely energetic. He was only a warrior from the eighth level of the human realm, and he was probably already in a blood cave.
Then Lin Huang was puzzled again, who controlled that blood shadow? What did he want to get from the Jia family and his daughter?
In the long night, Lin Huang sighed softly... He seemed to be looking for trouble. He was already in danger from the four major sects, and now he was involved in the Shanhe Ancient Scroll.
Have a peaceful night!
When dawn broke in the sky, the caravan was on the road again, heading towards the Blood Triangle. Facing the tranquility last night, many people breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their vigilance a lot. Only Lin Huang couldn't relax.
The danger last night was still vivid in his mind, and now he didn't dare to sleep even if he wanted to.
In the blink of an eye, everyone had left the Western Tang Dynasty for ten days.
The journey for ten days was smooth and nothing happened, which made everyone relax their vigilance. They originally thought it was a hard trip, but in fact, apart from the wind and snow, there was no danger.
Even Jia Xuanxuan, who has been rarely seen in public, has relaxed a lot, and a smile can appear on his face from time to time. However, Jia Wanjin's physical condition is deteriorating. Looking at his appearance, if he doesn't take a lot of daily supplements, I'm afraid
It’s hard to survive the bumps along the way.
"Father, did you really give the treasure chest to Xuanyuan Tibing?"
Jia Xuanxuan's gentle voice rang out from the carriage. In the past few days, father and daughter rarely spoke, and each time they intentionally or unintentionally avoided the treasure chest.
"What if I don't give it to him? That's Xuanyuan Tibing. It's a legend in the world today. Even if my father is the richest in the world, how can he fight against the number one warrior in the world!"
Jia Wanjin said weakly.
"But the one hundred and eighty-three lives of my Jia family, can this be the end of it? The current situation of the Jia family is all thanks to the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers of his Xuanyuan family!"
Jia Xuanxuan said quietly, with a beautiful and melancholy smile full of resentment. Such hatred for the destruction of her family and the death of her family, even the gentle and kind-hearted woman, is full of hatred in her heart.
"Xuanxuan, my father is old. I just hope that our family can be safe in the future. Don't think about revenge. We can't fight them." Jia Wanjin sighed with a look on his face, and there seemed to be endless differences in his heart. "As a father,
I never want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person to someone else.”
Outside the carriage, Lin Huang listened to the conversation between the two with complicated thoughts.
This is the helplessness of the weak. In this world where martial arts is revered, no matter how rich you are, you are still the richest in the world. In front of the powerful martial arts forces, you are so humble that it is not worth mentioning.
It is obvious that Xuanyuan Tibing is closely related to Jia Wanjin and the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers. It seems that in Jia Xuanxuan's eyes, the entire Jia family was massacred because of Xuanyuan Tibing.
Regarding this point, Jia Wanjin did not refute it at all.
But what Jia Wanjin said just now, "We can't fight them", asked Lin Huang to grasp something. Jia Wanjin said "them" instead of "him".
It can be deduced from this that the person who killed the entire Jia family was either one of the forces or Xuanyuan Tibing, and Xuanyuan Tibing was not the only one who took action.
And if Xuanyuan Tibing takes action to kill Jia's family, why does he need help from others?
This is a paradox!
"Maybe there's a hidden meaning in this!"
Outside the carriage, Lin Huang thought of the mysterious blood shadow he encountered a few days ago, and secretly speculated, "If it wasn't Xuanyuan Tibing, then there should be a mysterious force in the Eastern Spirit Realm!"
"The reason why they killed the Jia family must be for the Ancient Mountains and Rivers Scrolls. Do they know the true secret of the Ancient Mountains and Rivers Scrolls?"
…
While Lin Huang was deep in thought, the caravan suddenly stopped, the horses neighed, and everyone around them was on guard.
Lin Huang raised his head and saw the dangerous pass rising up from the ground in front of him, like the bloody mouth of a crawling beast. The entire pass stood in the harsh wind and snow, giving it a desolate and solemn look!
On top of the pass, several figures stood calmly in the wind. The strong aura around them prevented any snow from touching them. Their expressions were indifferent, and they looked down at the caravan coming from below...