As soon as the saying goes, Long Qianli was eating up by evil ghosts, he was as if he had heard the most terrifying curse in the world. His eyes were extremely horrified and almost broke out of his socket.

"You lied to me... You lied to me! Impossible!"

Long Qianli roared hysterically, his steps were floating, trying to escape from this strange soul pit, but tiny black fog appeared in his eyes at the same time, wandering like evil souls, and finally sank into his eyes.

When the black fog in his eyes disappeared, Long Qianli suddenly felt something stuck in his throat, and a wave of coldness came from his body. But strangely, the coldness was mixed with a burning feeling, which made his internal organs melt.

"Woooooo! Ah!"

He tried his best to gather a force, and Long Qianli let out a painful howl, and then fell to the edge of the pond, pinching his neck with both hands and rolling constantly, his head and face were stained with mud by the water. At this time, he looked like an evil ghost.

He looked at Long Qianli, who was struggling with death, and Bai Yi snorted coldly, and thoughts moved. Qianji puppet floating by the water struggled to stand up with one leg, his face regained a little agility, but he stared at Long Qianli strangely.

A strange fluctuation gradually appeared in the eyes of the Qianji Puppet Wu Shen, like a ridicule, or a kind of relief, and was finally reduced and held in the palm of his hand by the master.

"You should be content to see your enemy die in front of you."

Bai Yi whispered to Qianji Puppet strangely, and the puppet seemed to really understand it, and actually nodded slightly, and then the fluctuations in his eyes disappeared.

The spiritual body of the puppet in Qianji was originally a disciple of the Ge surname from Zhiyun Valley.

If Long Qianli had not wanted to kill someone with a knife and frame Bai Yi, this disciple of Ge would not have died in vain. Although the ghost was trapped in a puppet, there was still a trace of resentment. Now that the great resentment has been revenged, it has finally dissipated.

"It's not a problem to just destroy your hands and feet, and restore your original appearance. Just go back and refine it." Bai Yi put the puppet in the storage bag, looked at the dim talisman in his hand, and said to himself: "The spiritual energy is exhausted, Yang Hai's invisible talisman has been used up. It can get rid of the ridge for thousands of miles, and it is worth the money."

At this time, Long Qianli's body began to fester.

At this time, Long Qianli had no human form, his breathing had already stopped, and he could not die anymore. After Bai Yi put away Long Qianli's flying sword, he was ready to collect the other party's storage bag.

Killing a foundation-building monk, the spoils must be taken. Just as Bai Yi grabbed the storage bag, more than a dozen black mist suddenly drifted out of Long Qianli's body, turning into evil ghosts of different shapes, roaring silently at Bai Yi.

"snort!"

With a cold snorkeling, Bai Yi's eyes flashed with a cold light. He protected the flying sword in front of him, grabbed the storage bag and took a few steps back, trying to leave the range of the cold pond and stand in the dazzling sunshine.

These evil ghosts are all ghosts living in the cold pool. They can invade the body of cultivators with water, but if they float alone, their strength will be greatly reduced, especially during the day and the scorching sun is in the sky. If they leave the cold pool of Earth Eye, the power of the sun will cause great harm to these ghosts.

There is a faint white mist floating on the cold pond all year round, which can block the sunlight, but the sun is bright on the shore. Bai Yi is full of qi and blood and has a flying sword to protect him. He is still standing under the scorching sun. Although these ghosts have a hundred years of cultivation, they still dare not pounce on him. They can only grin and threaten them, and then invade the corpse of Long Qianli again.

"If the realm is not too low, the ghosts here will be the best spirits that have been surrounded by Qianji Puppets."

Bai Yi shook his head and said, "If you don't have the strength, even if you can catch one or two ghosts, it will be a problem. Although the half of the locust crystal glass can live in ordinary spirits, the ghosts in the cold pond are at least more than a hundred years old, and it is difficult for ordinary locust crystal glass to imprison them."

Bai Yi knew a lot about the ghost arts, but his realm was weak and he could not use them, so he had to give up these spirits.

Bai Yi attaches great importance to the use of the Thousand Machine Puppet. This kind of puppet is not only flexible, but also has a certain mind. If it can be refined dozens or even hundreds of times and released together, it will be a terrible scene. There are no need to many. As long as there are nearly a hundred low-level Thousand Machine Puppets, they can easily erase the mid-stage foundation-building monks like Long Qianli.

The puppet is heartless and doesn't know how painful it is. It's okay to break your hands and feet. As long as you find an opportunity, you can cause severe damage to the enemy.

He thought that he would have the chance to refine more Thousand Machine Puppets in the future. Bai Yi picked up the storage bag of Long Qianli and injected a stream of spiritual energy.

With the injected spiritual energy, the things in the storage bag were immediately sensed by Bai Yi.

Long Qianli is rich. There are nearly 3,000 low-level spirit stones in this storage bag, and there are even more materials for some low-level refining tools. There are also several bottles of elixirs, all of which are ninth-grade spirit pills, with about a hundred pieces. In the corner of the storage bag, there is also a small ancient mirror with the word "Soul Chasing" engraved on the back.

He put all the spirit stone materials into his own storage bag, and Bai Yi threw Long Qianli's storage bag into the cold pond. This storage bag often carried by cultivators is likely to be engraved with a hidden mark by his master. Although Long Qianli died, he also has a big brother Long Wuya.

Long Wuya is about to complete the Golden Pill, and Bai Yi doesn't want to have another Golden Pill enemy. It's not that he is afraid, but that the enemies and entanglements between low-level cultivators are similar to those of a few naughty boys playing with mud. He really can't raise any interest and waste time.

After putting away the spirit stone pills, Bai Yi held the soul-chasing mirror in his hand, injected spiritual energy to identify it, nodded and said, "It is indeed a high-level magic weapon for tracking, which is very rare. I am afraid that the entire Cangyun Sect will not exceed ten pieces. There is actually one for Long Wuya, which shows that his master attaches great importance to him."

High-level magic weapons in tracking are of higher value than other high-level magic weapons, and can even double. Although this soul-chasing mirror will only work if it drops blood, the tracking range will exceed 100 miles, but among low-level cultivators, it is already a rare top-notch quality.

Only cultivators in the Golden Pill realm can use magic weapons, and the value of magic weapons is not comparable to magic weapons. Each one is extremely precious. Some magic weapons with special abilities are extremely rare. It is almost impossible to refine tracking magic weapons. Not only do you need superb weapon refining skills, but you also need several times more precious materials than ordinary magic weapons. Therefore, high-level magic weapons in tracking can be used occasionally by many golden elixirs and even Nascent Soul powerhouses.

Long Wuya, a true disciple who has not reached the Golden Pill, has a precious high-level tracking magic weapon. It is conceivable how high his status is among the many disciples of the sect.

Bai Yi was not going to take out the bronze mirror in the storage bag, and he would not be so stupid as to sell it, because once this thing appears, it can only prove one thing, that is, killing the murderer of Long Qianli.

Bai Yi is basically unable to use the tracking magic weapon now. After collecting it, he will follow the route he came to prepare to leave the Soul Burial Valley.

After all, this place is too dangerous. If you really encounter a level 3 monster, Bai Yi will have a headache.

There is no grass growing within a hundred feet of the cold pond, and frogs and insects do not chirp. The journey from the edge of the pond to the bamboo forest is not long, only a few dozen feet, but it seems a bit far away and extremely desolate.

When he started to walk towards the bamboo forest, Bai Yi still had a calm expression, but as his steps moved, a slight sensation gradually emerged from the calmness of his face. A doubt and strange expression gradually appeared, and the eyebrows slowly frowned. When he was about to walk out of the cold pond and reach the bamboo forest, Bai Yi's steps suddenly stopped.

Bai Yi stopped because he heard an extremely slight sound, and was almost pressed against his back by less than half a foot behind him.

That's the sound of footsteps!

There was no one around the Cold Pond, very quiet. Apart from Bai Yi and the dead ridge, only the ghosts in the Cold Pond were left.

However, when a ghost walks, it will not make any sound, so the only thing that is close to Bai Yi is a living creature!

The moment he stopped, Bai Yi suddenly turned around, and the sharp flying sword turned into a ray of cold light and moved with him. At the same time, the white worm's sharp roar exploded in Bai Yi's mind, and the candlelight trembled, as if he had encountered some terrible evil object and seemed to be frightened. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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