After Zhou Qingchen left, He Ziren, who was finally willing to speak out, stared coldly at Pang Jian.
Like a lone wolf, Pang Jian stayed alone in a secluded corner, always sitting quietly and regulating his breath.
With his head lowered, he didn't care at all about the exploration of the inside of the pile of rocks by the Zhou and Ning families.
He also turned a deaf ear to He Ziren's words.
"I'm asking you something."
Seeing that Pang Jian remained silent, He Ziren, who had been dissatisfied when he first met him, suddenly turned cold.
The young master of the He family, who had been ignored by Zhou Qingchen for a long time and had nowhere to vent his anger, did not expect that a little hunter would dare to ignore his questions.
He frowned and looked around, and found that the gloomy cold air escaping from the pile of rocks was actually gathering thickly around Pang Jian.
He Ziren was immediately alarmed, looked at Pang Jian in surprise, and touched it lightly.
Pang Jian, who pretended not to hear his question and was immersed in practice, thought that He Ziren would not care about him, but he did not expect that the young master of the He family would not give up.
In desperation, Pang Jian was forced to stop absorbing the "Xuan Yin Qi", raised his head slightly and said, "I don't know."
"What are you doing?"
As he approached, Master He, who felt the extremely low temperature around Pang Jian, had no intention of letting him go easily.
"The spiritual energy locked in the Jedi contains the cold and extremely poisonous power of Xuanyin, which is not something ordinary people can bear. If I read it correctly, you were absorbing the power of Xuanyin earlier, right? You...
Are you still okay?"
He Ziren took a breath, as if he had discovered a new world, and shouted coldly in a low voice: "Boy, what kind of vicious magic are you practicing?"
Only suitable magic tricks, or unpopular evil monks, dare to try to guide this kind of "mysterious Yin power" into the body, and slowly refine the sinister power hidden in it.
A little hunter actually knew how to refine the "power of Xuanyin", which made He Ziren suddenly suspicious.
The cold eyes in his eyes were flickering, and he carefully examined Pang Jian, thinking of several ways to torture people, and thought to himself: "Perhaps, we can get some unexpected gains from this hunter."
Pang Jian said dullly: "You are wrong."
"Am I wrong?"
He Ziren stepped forward, grabbed Pang Jian's shirt from his chest, and lifted him up.
The sharp-eyed Young Master of the He family stared directly at Pang Jian and threatened with a sneer: "Boy, for a lowly hunter like you, if I am in a bad mood, I will kill him."
"And you..."
He Ziren grinned, lifted Pang Jian higher, and said mockingly: "If you dare to touch me, with your background and status, you will have no place in the entire fourth realm."
He Ziren, who has the cultivation level of Tongmai Realm, has smooth meridians in his body, and his spiritual power can move freely, which can be said to be infinite power.
Under his powerful strength, Pang Jian, who was taller and stronger than him, was lifted into the air by him.
Unable to keep his feet on the ground, Pang Jian panicked and eagerly took out the long knife from his waist, planning to fight desperately.
"Wow!"
He Ziren shook his head and sneered, and his body suddenly glowed with hazy light, covering his whole body with spiritual power.
"The long knife in your hand is not even qualified to break my flesh."
He Ziren swayed Pang Jian's body, making him swing like a kite, and encouraged him in a humiliating tone: "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."
"Dang Dang!"
Pang Nugou really stabbed with the knife and slashed He Ziren's arm, but it seemed like it had been struck on a copper wall, failing to break He Ziren's skin and causing no harm to him.
He Ziren smiled strangely: "I said it was useless."
Seeing that there was nothing he could do about He Ziren and that he was still being held up by the collar of his clothes and unable to escape, Pang Jian looked at the pile of rocks with a cold face.
The Ning family and the Zhou family need someone who is familiar with the Silent Mountains, and they cannot do without him until the exploration mission is completed.
——He was going to make some noise.
"Answer my question or you will die soon."
He Ziren suddenly stopped shaking his hand, allowing Pang Jian's body to stabilize in mid-air. Then he pressed his other hand against Pang Jian's Dantian Linghai, and said softly: "As long as it can be proven that you have practiced evil methods,
Now that I have a reason to kill you, Ning Yao can naturally explain it to me."
Knowing that he couldn't avoid it, Pang Jian had no choice but to scream loudly, trying to attract the attention of the Zhou family and the Ning family.
But his screams were masked by the harsh whistling sound that suddenly came from deep within the rubble.
This time the strange roar became more and more terrifying, and it was no longer the sound of wind, but like the roar of some kind of hidden monster!
As soon as this sharp and strange roar came out, no matter inside or outside the rubble, everyone who listened to the sound had their ears and noses bleeding, as if they were being bombarded by some evil spiritual craze.
Not only the Ning family in the rubble, but also the Zhou family, and even the one-horned rhinoceros and the war horses outside, all seemed to be in a state of despair as if they had been hit hard.
Pang Jian's chest felt hot, and the bronze plaque close to his skin shone for a moment, making his mind and will unaffected by the strange whistling sound.
He came back to his senses in an instant, and soon saw that the arm He Ziren had raised was hanging down feebly.
Not only that, even the hazy light that He Ziren cast on his body due to his spiritual power disappeared due to the screams in the pile of rocks.
Inside and outside the rubble pile, everyone who was corroded by the howling sound looked confused and confused, as if they didn't know who they were.
If the screams that could pierce the eardrums continued to be heard, Pang Jian immediately realized that the people of the Ning family and the Zhou family might have encountered danger and terror in the pile of rocks again.
When his feet landed and stepped onto the solid ground again, he immediately clenched the long knife in his hands with both hands.
The sharp and piercing whistle seemed to have the magic power to lead people to the abyss of evil. Pang Jian held up the long knife and looked at He Ziren's absent-minded face, his eyes as cold as an ice cave.
After only a moment's hesitation, he stabbed He Ziren's heart with the tip of the knife with a fierce expression.
"Poof!"
Without the protection of the hazy spiritual light, Pang Jian's blade immediately broke through the He family's young master's skin and continued to penetrate deep into his chest.
Under the severe sting, He Ziren actually withstood the evil power contained in the roar, and was suddenly awakened by the pain.
The young master of the He family, with blood flowing from his ears and nostrils, woke up suddenly and saw Pang Jian, who was afraid that he was not strong enough, stabbing his chest with a knife in both hands.
Born in the He family in the fourth realm, the noble young master who has always been looked up to by ordinary people couldn't believe his eyes.
His face, which was still bleeding, looked extremely terrifying, and his eyes were full of rage and impatience. He stared at Pang Jian, who was still exerting all his strength, trying to do something.
"Then I'll try."
Pang Jian chose to look directly at him, his tone and expression were extremely calm, and there was no trace of fear or anxiety in his eyes.
The blade continued to penetrate deeply, and Pang's hands holding the knife did not tremble at all, as if he had done this countless times.
"you!"
Under the heartbreaking pain, He Ziren opened his mouth to speak, but only a mouthful of thick blood spurted out.
"boom!"
Like Liu Qi, he also fell to the ground with Pang Jian's long knife stuck in his chest.
With the help of a strange scream, he stabbed He Ziren, who had been deliberately plotting to kill him, to death. Pang Jian took a deep breath and suddenly pulled out the blood-stained sword.
When the blood sprayed wildly, Pang Jian avoided it like lightning, holding a long knife that smelled of blood and looked at the pile of rocks.
While he was trying to determine what kind of horrific crisis the Ning family and the Zhou family members who entered the pile of rocks had suffered, he immediately saw shadows floating out from the corpses of those Blood Moon cultivators.
The shadow was also blurry, similar to the "beast evil" breath that was sucked out by his "Hutian Qi Nourishing Technique" before and should have entered his spiritual sea.
These shadows were in the form of humans, and because they were of a much higher level than the "evil beasts", even he could see them with his naked eyes.
Shadows transformed from the souls of dead practitioners flew out of the corpses and rushed towards the Ning family and Zhou family. Some shadows even escaped into the bodies of the living.
Those possessed by the shadow suddenly lost their consciousness and began to kill those around them.
"Evil ghost? Dead soul?"
Pang Jian was secretly surprised, shocked by the vision that was beyond his cognitive scope, and was stunned for a moment.
"boom!"
From behind the tall Zhou Qingchen, a majestic crimson mountain suddenly appeared, slowly rising above his head.
The Red Mountain is suspended in the void, majestic and solemn, releasing a majestic aura that can frighten the evil in the world.
Zhou Qingchen, who was in a state of confusion and shock, regained his intelligence in time as the red mountain appeared, suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "The sky is filled with red clouds!"
In the majestic sacred mountain that was rising slowly, dazzling red clouds suddenly burst out, covering everyone around him.
"They are not people from the Blood Moon, but guys from the Yin Ling Temple! They are just wearing Blood Moon clothes! Damn it, it was the people from the Yin Ling Temple who died in this desert, and the souls of the dead transformed into high-level spirit evil spirits!
"
After Zhou Qingchen, Han Duping, who was awakened by the crimson glow, stamped his feet and cursed his mother angrily.
"People from Yinling Temple?"
Ning Yuanshan, Ning Yao and others were also awakened one after another, and they were all cursing the practitioners of Yinling Temple. Why did they put on blood moon clothes after death? This caused Han Duping to misjudge and made everyone prematurely
Entered the pile of rocks.
Ning Yuanshan, who was shouting loudly, took out the Flame Dragon Stone Pillar that had previously helped Pang Jian resist the "Beast Evil", and once again ignited a sea of fire, covering several people who were possessed by the "Spirit Evil".
Under the intense heat of the sun, the "spirit evil" was forced to escape from the body of the possessed person and hide in a cool place nearby.
At this time, Zhou Qingchen, Han Duping, Ning Yuanshan, Ning Yao and others all exerted their strength, each summoning their own artifacts to hunt down the "spiritual evil spirits" who showed their signs.
Several practitioners who have reached the Tongmai realm work together to kill or expel the so-called high-level "spiritual evil spirits".
"Gee, this didn't even kill you."
Suddenly, a soft and charming laughter came out through the white paper fan. When everyone looked away, they saw blood-red bamboos flying outward from the white paper.
The blood bamboo roots were like bones and muscles, weaving and building in the void, and quickly turned into an ethereal blood shadow with an enchanting posture.
The blood shadow that did not reveal its true appearance did not touch the ground, and flew through the void with a charming smile, drifting towards the depths of the Silent Mountains.
"Little guys, I got inside first, and we will meet again later. Hehe, I have been trapped in that broken fan for hundreds of years, and I can finally get out. I will never be banned by the old people in Yinling Temple again.
.”
The graceful woman murmured all the way and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
The "spiritual evil spirits" who escaped from the Zhou family and the Ning family followed her from all directions when she drifted away, and disappeared from everyone's sight one by one.
The people who were in shock tried to catch up but could not catch up with her as she left. They could only watch her and the "Lingsha" disappear.
"Boom! Boom!"
Not long after she left, the one-horned rhinos that the Zhou family rode fell to the ground one after another and died.
Many cultivators who came with Zhou Qingchen also died in this disaster. On the Ning family side, apart from Ning Yao and Ning Yuanshan, only Zhang Heng was left alive.
In a short period of time, Zhou Ning's family suffered heavy losses, and both families were disgraced and felt greatly frustrated.
"How come He Ziren is dead too?"
After Ning Yuanshan calmed down, he came to the outside of the pile of rubble and immediately found the young master of the He family lying in a pool of blood.
The ferocious blood hole in He Ziren's chest was still gurgling with blood. He fell to the ground and stared at the sky with his eyes open, his face filled with rage and unwillingness.
Pang Jian, holding the blood-stained sword, stood quietly aside without saying a word.
Ning Yuanshan looked serious and asked coldly: "What did you do?"
"I am also possessed by a spirit evil spirit." Pang Jian said helplessly.
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