The shrill wind whistle that used to be as shrill as a ghost's cry miraculously stopped, and the entire canyon became silent.
Pang Jian, who had been here countless times, rushed into the canyon on horseback this time, and suddenly felt inexplicably unfamiliar with this place.
He listened carefully and found that there was no sound of birds flapping their wings or insects humming in the peaks on both sides.
Even the violent maroon war horse beneath him suddenly became quiet the moment he entered the canyon, as if he instinctively sensed something was wrong.
Pang Jian was taught hunting knowledge by his father since he was a child. As a mature hunter, he knows that areas that are generally too peaceful are often accompanied by dangers and crises.
Secretly keeping vigilant, he took out the bow and arrow from his back and rode his horse forward slowly while paying attention to the surrounding movements.
The canyon is still the same canyon, and the mountains are still the same mountains.
Pang Jian, who was able to make progress, always felt that something had changed, but couldn't explain why.
After a while, the horse under Pang Jian suddenly stopped. He saw several corpses behaving strangely in the pile of rocks in front of him.
The corpses were all dressed in uniform black clothes, with a scarlet crescent moon pattern on their chests. The crescent moon seemed to be floating in the depths of a mysterious dark world, full of evil and bloody beauty.
After just one glance, Pang Jian thought of the sailboat that fell from the upper world a few days ago.
The crescent moon pattern on the chest of the corpse is clearly the same as the bloody crescent moon in the black flag of the sailboat.
Several corpses among the jagged rocks seemed to be very young. They were either holding bright silver bells, holding white paper fans, or clutching huge copper hammers, all of them running forward.
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Some people even turned their heads and looked back, as if there was a big terror following behind them, making them feel frightened and uneasy.
What is strange is that these corpses have no fatal wounds or signs of being hit by rocks.
The weird corpse in a running posture gave Pang Jian the feeling that it died in an instant, and it still maintained its original posture after death.
It was as if a gust of wind blew, and their souls were scattered, and they were frozen in place by some kind of strange force that locked time.
However, the valley where the wind roared all year round was eerily quiet at the moment, without the evil wind that Pang Jian imagined in his mind.
What's even more strange is that the corpses in the pile of rocks have not been torn to pieces and cannibalized in this canyon where wild beasts often haunt.
The scene in front of him was unreasonable in every aspect, so Pang Jian would not rush forward rashly.
He chose to stay where he was and wait for someone.
"Deng Deng!"
Not long after, behind Pang Jian, the sound of fierce horse hooves was heard.
Pang Jian turned around and saw the heroic girl riding a snow-white war horse, who seemed to be integrated with the horse underneath her, like a dazzling white light shining through her.
Her skillful riding skills and exquisite control of horses show that she is by no means a fledgling on the battlefield.
When she was about to rush in front of Pang Jian, the people and horses she was pulling behind began to appear one after another.
"This is?"
She reined in the reins suddenly, first stopping the snow-white horse beneath her, and then looked at the body in the pile of rocks with bright eyes.
Her bushy eyebrows, which were much thicker than those of ordinary women, slowly wrinkled, and her eyes suddenly looked sharp, making her look both heroic and full of breathtaking aura.
"He's from the Blood Moon!"
Ning Yuanshan, who had a goatee and a beard, arrived shortly after, with a clouded face, and said in a deep voice: "Those guys from the Blood Moon in the Upper Realm have always been brutal and murderous. What on earth did they encounter in the pile of rocks? How could they die like this?
eccentric!"
Ning Yuanshan did not see any fatal wounds on the body. He sensed something was wrong and asked everyone to be careful.
"Let me go check it out."
Liu Qi, who reluctantly handed over his maroon war horse to Pang Jian, fell off his companion's horse.
Seeing Ning Yuanshan gently nodding, he walked towards the pile of rocks after receiving permission. When he passed Pang Jian, he suddenly stopped, then pulled out a spear from the belly of his horse, and then quickly entered the pile of rocks.
"The rest of you, don't go there yet!" Ning Yuanshan turned back coldly.
Behind him, several people whose eyes were gleaming because of the objects in the corpse's hands tightened the reins angrily.
If it weren't for his scolding, these people would have planned to rush into the pile of rocks to investigate like Liu Qi.
The cultivators of Blood Moon in the Upper Realm must carry extraordinary artifacts with them. As long as they can obtain any one of them, their trip will be worthwhile, so they are all driven away by greed and almost break in.
The few people who had no choice but to stop finally looked at Liu Qi with envy as he arrived in front of the first corpse.
He was a short young man with an upturned bun and a white paper fan held high in his left hand.
He was still holding a spell in his right hand, as if he was trying to activate some secret life-saving technique to escape from the terrifying pile of rocks.
On the open white paper fan, a few green bamboos were painted, and a line of poetry was signed.
"The pines and bamboos are green and the rosy flowers are cold, the sun is late and the mountains and rivers are twilight."
After Liu Qi got closer, he recited the signed verse silently, and used the tip of his spear to break open the dead young man's robe, wanting to see if there were any fatal wounds hidden under his clothes.
Suddenly, a few green bamboos on the white paper fan held high by the dead young man were gradually surrounded by blood.
A blood-colored bamboo painted on the fan suddenly flew out and penetrated Liu Qi's forehead directly.
Liu Qi looked up and fell to the ground, with blood gurgling between his brows, and he was dying.
Pang Jian was taken aback, and subconsciously tightened his grip on his usual long knife, preparing to deal with unknown changes.
The evil white paper fan and the murderous blood bamboo were anomalies that he would never have encountered in the Silent Mountains before.
After the blood bamboo assassinated Liu Qi, it retracted into the white paper fan and dyed all the remaining green bamboos red.
Inside the gray pile of stones, among the fans with a white background, a few bright red bamboos emitted bright red light, causing everyone's faces to change.
Ningyuan Mountain's face was as sinking as water, and he hummed: "You almost died too."
Several intruders behind him were secretly frightened and lowered their heads in shame upon hearing this.
Zhang Heng, who was riding a horse with Liu Qi, tightened his grip on the reins, fearing that the horse would lose control and move forward, so he yelled: "It's really evil!"
No one dared to take a step forward.
In their eyes, the corpses with bloody crescents painted on their chests in the pile of rocks have all turned into bloodthirsty monsters.
"Boy, go and bring me that white paper fan."
He Ziren, who looked spotless in his white robe, his eyes suddenly lit up. He was not saddened by Liu Qi's death, but raised his hand and pointed at Pang Jian.
Ning Yuanshan frowned slightly, but because he knew He Ziren's identity, he did not say anything to dissuade him.
"If you want to die, go there by yourself and don't harm other people."
The girl Ning Yao frowned coldly. She glared at He Ziren dissatisfiedly, then looked at Pang Jian and said, "I know your name is Pang Jian. We are not familiar with the Cenji Mountains, and we still need you to help us clear up our confusion."
She behaved quite calmly. She had obviously experienced big storms and would not be frightened by the strange things in the pile of rocks.
"I'm just talking casually." He Ziren shook his head and laughed, not taking it seriously with her.
"Using people's money to eliminate disasters, can you tell me how this canyon is different from before?" Ning Yao still looked at Pang Jian, waiting for him to tell me about the weirdness of this place.
"It has become quieter. The wind howled before, but now it is silent. Also, there used to be birds on the two peaks and animals in the darkness of the canyon, but now they are gone." Pang Jian answered truthfully.
"Quiet..." Ning Yao said thoughtfully, "What else is there?"
Pang Jian shook his head.
Ning Yao immediately stopped asking questions and asked everyone to camp in front of the pile of rocks, saying: "We are not the only ones who came to explore the Cenji Mountains. We are the only ones who arrived first because we are the closest."
"Everyone, don't rush in. Let's pay attention to the abnormalities of the corpses first, and then wait for other teams to come."
As soon as she entered the canyon, she saw a pile of rocks, and a capable subordinate died, so she did not dare to act rashly.
"People from the other six major families will definitely come after hearing the news, and they shouldn't make us wait too long." Ning Yuanshan agreed, saying: "Let's keep an eye on the corpses of these blood moons first, and wait for the other parties to arrive.
Then decide how to act.”
The pile of rocks is right in front of us, and the Blood Moon's bell, treasure fan, and copper hammer are also close at hand, but no one dares to covet it anymore.
After placing the horses, several people quickly set up camp and started busy one by one.
Pang Jian's face was expressionless, and he only occasionally glanced at He Ziren, who had previously planned to sacrifice him.
He Ziren soon noticed his gaze, grinned silently, raised his hand and made a gesture of smacking his eyes.
"Uncle Yuanshan, everyone has traveled a long way and needs to stop and adjust their breathing, so I'd like to ask you to keep an eye out for now." Ning Yao said slightly tiredly.
"Um."
Ning Yuanshan had this intention and waved everyone to go to the tent to rest, while he and Pang Jian stayed outside.
"We are the Ning family, the Ning family...have you ever heard of it?"
When Ning Yao and others entered the tent, either sitting quietly and adjusting their breath, or closing their eyes and taking a nap, Ning Yuanshan pulled Pang Jian aside and took the initiative to ask questions.
Compared with when we first met, his attitude became obviously much more polite and he no longer acted condescendingly.
"The Ning family of the seven major families?" Pang Jian was stunned.
"It seems like you don't know anything." Ning Yuanshan said proudly.
Next, he talked with Pang Jian about the anomalies in the Silent Mountains in a casual tone.
He learned from Pang Jian that not long ago, a golden chariot, a huge sailing ship, and a white tower fell one after another.
"The gilded chariot of the Galaxy Alliance, the Wuding ferry of the Blood Moon, and the Tianling Pagoda of the Yinling Temple."
Ning Yuanshan stroked his beard, frowning and murmuring softly. Through Pang Jian's description, he quickly confirmed the origin of the fallen object, and then asked: "Can you see someone coming out?"
Pang Jian shook his head: "No."
"Okay, you should take a rest." Ning Yuanshan stopped asking.
After a while, he asked Pang Jian to help him keep an eye on the surroundings, and he arrived in front of Ning Yao's tent.
He asked softly in front of the tent, and after getting Ning Yao's permission, he went in to discuss important matters with Ning Yao.
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Night falls.
Because the sun, moon and stars are not visible all year round, the sky in the fourth realm is extremely dark at night.
Without embarking on the path of spiritual practice, it is difficult for ordinary people to see the surrounding scene clearly at night in the fourth realm.
In the tent next to Pang Jian, everyone from the Ning family was taking the time to adjust their breathing so that they could deal with the upcoming situation with energy.
In the darkness of night, Pang Jian could not clearly see the corpses belonging to the Blood Moon cultivators. Instead, white paper fans, bells, copper hammers and other objects emitted a faint brilliance in the dark environment.
The brilliance shone on the bodies and cheeks of the deceased, making them look very eerie and terrifying, and even Pang Jian frowned secretly.
He observed silently and saw that there was nothing unusual about the corpse, and that the white paper fan, bell, and copper hammer remained in their original state, and he gradually felt relieved.
But every time he couldn't help but look, he always felt that those dead Blood Moon practitioners would continue to run forward at a certain moment.
Pang Jian felt a little hairy in his heart and could not calm down. In desperation, he quietly stayed away from the tent of the Ning family and others, and found a remote place to practice the "Hutian Qi Nourishing Technique".
Pang Jian, who finally succeeded in meditating and was able to keep his mind clear, quickly entered the so-called "awakening" state when he looked at the wonders inside himself.
Almost at the moment he "awakened" into concentration, he noticed the existence of "qi" and felt that there was a strange, gentle and upright atmosphere around him.
"Aura."
He suddenly realized that the reason why he was practicing hard at home but still unable to realize spiritual energy was not because there was something wrong with his practice method.
But because of the wilderness location where his home is located, the spiritual energy is too thin, making it difficult for him to be keenly aware of it.
The silent mountains were only about ten miles away from his home, but the spiritual energy was several times stronger. He felt the spiritual energy all at once.
Pang Jian, who was secretly surprised, quickly tried to guide the so-called spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body and sink it into his Dantian spiritual sea using the method described in "Hutian Qi Nourishing Technique".
In his visualization, the spiritual sea in his Dantian turned into a "spirit pot". As he breathed in and out, the external spiritual energy of heaven and earth was sucked into the "spirit pot".
Gradually, Pang Jian not only felt the presence of spiritual energy, but also discovered that the spiritual energy did not sink into his Dantian with his breathing.
The aura of heaven and earth around him was attracted by the "spiritual pot" he visualized, and entered his body directly from the Dantian acupoint next to his navel.
——Not breathing in and out through the mouth and nose.
A moment later, Pang Jian, who was practicing silently, suddenly felt another force from within the pile of rocks.
This power is different from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, full of mania and evil, and it is actually attracted by his "spiritual pot".
In the pile of stones, the white paper fans, bells, and copper hammers held by the bones of the Blood Moon cultivators shined with eye-catching light.
"Whoop! Howl!"
The shrill wind howl that Pang Jian was familiar with, like a ghost's cry, suddenly came from the pile of rocks.
It seems that there are evil ghosts buried deep in the earth, suddenly awakened by some kind of force, and they cry and scream in the land of Jiuyou.
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