Before dawn, the ghosts returned from the underground, and the whole Duanhun Ridge became lively again, with ghosts screaming one after another.
Chen Mou looked at Yin Gui, who seemed to be overfed. There was a dark green light flickering in the dark mist, like eyes staring at him. He had always used Yin Gui as a guard tool, and rarely used it.
There is a time for equal communication.
"I will also make you a promise. You will serve me for a hundred years, just like Hua Chaoyue and the others. When the time comes, I will let you enter the underworld and return you to freedom. If you accidentally die due to danger during this period, you can't blame me.
Who is responsible for your fate?"
Chen Mou sent a message and said.
There are no useless subordinates, only masters who know how to use them.
The ghost immediately turned into a vague human form and bowed down.
"Thank you, thank you very much."
"Just do your job safely and don't make any mistakes."
Chen Mou waved his hand and made Yin Gui disappear before his eyes. He had no interest in discussing equality and freedom with Yin Gui.
Xu'er was awakened by the sudden noisy ghost cry, jumped from the top of a nearby stone pillar to the ground, and asked curiously: "Sir, don't you ask it, what are the benefits of being a ghost king?"
Although it was my first time to walk in the Tianlu Mountains, I had no idea about the safety of this place. It seemed that I was walking along the same path, but in fact I had always dared to be careless. With my spiritual eyes, I was able to avoid various remaining restrictions.
A spear of will-o'-the-wisp suddenly emerged from the air and shot towards the front and back of the man holding the knife. The strange thing was that there was no sound at all.
The seven of us are fighting against one person, and we have a sure chance of victory. Moreover, we are unfamiliar with this place and dare to fly around and escape at will.
Being stuck in a turbulent wind area, we had to retreat even though we were able to move forward. We still dared to resist. This is because we were trying to make money and kill ourselves. However, the last moment, a companion holding a machete ten feet away shouted: "In front of you, there is a big enemy."
Heart!"
Does Jia Gui have the habit of forgiving evil thieves? Like the thieves who wanted to steal money last night, I robbed them in return, repaying them in return.
Under the bare rocks behind, there are countless layers of tangible air currents that look like water waves, swirling and flowing.
"Seventh level Chen Mou!"
Another person stared at Xu'er obscenely, his eyes shining, and I couldn't wait to shout: "His life is too long for him to linger, right? Don't think about being able to return the same way and leave your belongings, get out of here!"
"It's a small difference, right?"
The so-called "wind hunters" are not hunters who are unfamiliar with the environment and use turbulent winds to harvest trapped monks.
"The old rule is that seeking money is harmful to one's life. Leave the money with the man and go away with him."
The Yin ghost smiled and waved his hand, and the ghosts at the foot of Duanhun Ridge called An Mi and Youguang and quickly stopped.
Could it be that the Jindan monk is pretending to be there to trick people?
Jia Gui saw that the other party's identity was true, but the other party's behavior was closely related to Zheng Xiaoguang's behavior, so he warned: "Don't follow him again, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
My last sword followed closely, and the sword energy was like a thunderbolt breaking through the air. When the man with the sword swung his sword to resist the advance, the sword energy collided and exploded.
Xu'er hesitated and saw a strange smile on the corner of the young master's mouth, and shouted dissatisfied: "Young master, you are teasing me again. You must want to make it look disgusting and scare me, so you don't talk to it."
The two people in front shouted a few times and watched the Taoist priest disappear down the overgrown mountain road behind. Younai sighed and turned around to leave, but there was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth.
I drew my sword and slashed at the wretched man seventy feet away. I didn't even bother to say anything to him.
Yin Gui looked around in seven places for a while. After thinking for a moment, he pulled Xu'er towards the gap in the middle. I could clearly distinguish the curved passages in the turbulent wind.
The sword-wielding monk screamed as if he had seen a ghost. He was also a foundation-building monk. How could he cast eighth-level true fire?
"Chi", the sword energy in the air flashed past like fire, and split the sword-wielding monk in half who was begging for mercy.
A battle of wits is a battle of strength. Let's kill one first and then talk about it.
After paying attention to the two people who were still explaining, they left with Xu'er.
The muscular man in white attire took out his identity card and showed it to the Taoist priest eight hundred feet away.
The wretched man shouted with a ferocious smile.
Yin Gui Yijian deliberately bluffed to create an opportunity for Chen Mou to sneak past.
The two people outside the forest saw that Zang was staying, so they had no choice but to fly out.
Separated by an area of 800 feet of turbulent wind, the two monks hurriedly exited the passage, greased their soles and fled nearby. Taking advantage of the unfamiliar terrain, they were worried about knocking back the messy remaining restrictions.
…
I know that I kicked the hardest iron plate that time.
The body of the sword-wielding monk suddenly became cold, and then I realized that the fine sword energy that collided with me turned into strands of fire and entangled me. The escape talisman in my hand was instantly activated, and the flames rose.
It burned my whole body and the protective weapon was instantly damaged.
"You two, please be humble. You are cooperating with someone here."
The light of the sword poured down like a sword, crushing insidious attacks from behind in one fell swoop. As a lesson to my companions, I dared to injure Jia Gui. It was terrible.
In autumn, the dew is heavy and the yin energy enters the ground.
"Arrange immediately."
Yin Gui suddenly stopped, grabbed Xu'er, and said through a message: "turbulent wind, big heart."
Xu'er, who had mixed some dry food and water, followed the young master on the rugged rocks, climbing over the mountains and ridges towards the depths of the northeast.
"Sir, can you tell those ghosts to stop making noise? It's so unpleasant."
"Xu'er, you're thinking too much."
The lower body was extremely cold, with a "clicking" sound, and gray-blue ice crystals spread all over the body of the wretched man with frightened and confused eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It's really hot... it's possible!"
After we passed through the 800-foot narrow area, two men in white robes emerged from the foggy forest behind us, blocking the rear. One of them was holding a machete on his thick back and shouted:
Yin Gui let go of Xu'er's hand and warned: "Don't run around!"
The sword energy is heavy and spiritual, with the slightest pyrotechnic energy, cutting through the autumn fog, making a bright and dazzling line.
He struck the magic weapon with his hand and turned it into an eight-foot jade plate, spinning like a millstone to block all sword attacks.
"Fellow Taoist, don't get me wrong. You are Jiafu Sect monks. Are you really traveling with us? You want to cooperate with your Taoist friends to explore the ruins of the hanging cave in Tianran Canyon. Later, no one found rare spiritual medicinal materials and magic weapons from outside."
Mixed in the early morning mist, it is extremely difficult to detect.
The sky is getting brighter, the mountain breeze blows away the mist, and the stone forest makes strange sounds.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chen Mou suggested seriously: "How about I call it out and you talk to it yourself?"
For the foundation-building monks, the turbulent wind is an inescapable trouble, and the most dangerous thing is the human heart that uses the turbulent wind to plot.
"Bang, bang, bang", the expression of the man holding the sword suddenly changed, and the fine sword energy sparsely shot under my body, and the protective brilliance flashed randomly, and I flew in with no determination.
Deep in my heart, I scolded the two idiots who were looking for their target.
Xu'er was only vaguely aware of it. Based on the cultivation behind your eyes, you could tell that it was the turbulent wind in the mist. You heard that the turbulent wind appeared in no fixed area, so you sent a message: "These two people are 'wind hunters'." ?”
There are not many strong warriors who can be "wind hunters" in the Tianlu Mountains. They all came out of the bloody battles, saw that the situation was good, and put escape first. They saw their companions who were frozen and still struggling, but were completely killed. , in the aftermath of the attack with flying sword energy, it shattered into a pool of flesh and blood ice crystals. My heart was chilling, and I just wanted to escape there slowly.
"Bang", a cloud of hot and sinister breath had not yet hit the neck of the wretched man who was trying to avoid it.
The two thieves dared to ask me to keep Xu'er today. This is an excusable crime.
If I can casually take out millions of spiritual stones and hit people with them, do I need to hunt for treasures?
"You dare to take action and do it to me!"
After walking on the mountain road for more than ten years, Yin Gui suddenly stopped, looked back at the forest in front of him, and said: "You two have been following me since last night. Don't tell you whether they have good intentions or not. If you want to rob, please slow down. Don't worry about it." It’s neat.”
I looked back.
I tried my best to use my energy, trying to resist with water magic. However, the violent consumption of magic power and the blazing true fire attacking my body made it difficult for me to continue. The pain was unbearable, and I shouted: "You surrender, you surrender." I have no property, please spare my life..."
This guy was off guard, and I slashed with my backhand like a whirlwind.
That is the turbulent wind that can trap people, and is one of the reasons why the foundation-building monks who retreated into the depths of the Tianlu Mountains to explore dared to fly at high altitudes rashly.
So what if you can get through the turbulent wind?