The mountains surrounding Yin'an Valley are endless and majestic. Looking down from the sky, you will find that these mountains are faintly round, and the center is where Yin'an Valley is located.

At this moment, somewhere above this mountain range, on a huge white bone flying magic weapon, sixty or seventy monks in black robe were sitting cross-legged on the edge and looking down.

There were thick dark clouds everywhere above Yin'an Valley, and a lightning flashed across the middle. The black-robed monk hit the point, put his hands in his sleeves, staring at the bottom, and he made a hoarse voice and asked, "How long will it take?"

A man next to him stared at a jade-colored tortoise shell in front of him. After hearing the question, he raised his somewhat turbid eyes. An old voice sounded, "It's almost there, at most, the array eye will temporarily stop operating for ten breaths, and the surrounding protective array will be reduced to the point where we can break it."

The man in the black robe nodded, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes. "It has been destroyed for more than tens of thousands of years. A small medicine garden abandoned at that time, with the defensive magic arrays, is like this. It is really hard to imagine how spectacular it was during its heyday."

The old man next to him shook his head when he heard this, and was about to speak, the jade-colored tortoise shell in front of him suddenly lit up a slight light, and then slowly shaking

Seeing this, the old man grabbed the turtle shell and said hurriedly, "Here you come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a small ripples suddenly flipped up below, and then a large cloud suddenly dissipated, leaving only a thin layer of clouds. Through it, a towering mountain could be seen vaguely

The man in the black robe suddenly stood up and stared at the almost exposed cloud. He stretched his arms downwards. He saw two white bone arms rushing out of his sleeves. After rapidly growing longer and stretching, he penetrated into the thin clouds like a white bone ropeway.

As he moved, six people stood up around him, surrounded him, and then each stretched out his arms and put them on his shoulders.

I saw the arms of the six people, with a bulge of water waves, as if they were entering something towards the black-robed man in the middle.

After receiving the help, the white bone ropeway hanging in the air suddenly became much thicker, and then slowly separated to both sides.

A whirlpooling sound of friction, the shallow clouds below slowly emerged a narrow gap, revealing the mountain ranges covered in it.

All the remaining men in black robe were ready silently. When they saw the gap exposed, they stepped on the bone ropeway one by one in the arranged order and ran downwards quickly.

These men in black robe were so fast that almost everyone brought out phantoms. After a few blinks, they had already entered most of them.

But at this moment, the friction sound of the bone ropeway became more and more violent, and then suddenly broke from the middle.

Within less than one breath, the man in black robe who was still not yet entered was frightened and was so scared that he turned around and turned back toward the top.

But before the rest of the people had walked out, they were covered by dark clouds. Only the one who had been hanging at the last one, luckily turned back from it.

Just as he showed a look of gratitude, he suddenly felt his body lightening and looked down. At some point, his lower body had disappeared, and a trace of black aura was spreading rapidly towards his upper body.

"ah!"

After a scream, the man in black robe instantly covered his whole body with a black aura. After a blink of an eye, he turned into black ashes and slowly dissipated in the air.

Seeing this, the man in the black robe on the bone artifact shook his arms and took the initiative to break the bone ropeway and let it fall down below.

The old man holding a turtle shell shook his head and said, "If the power of this dark cloud miasma had not been practiced for a special secret technique, the Jindan stage cultivator would not have survived for a moment. If he could understand the mystery and act as the mountain protection formation of my Demon Evil Sect, he would not have been rushed to the southern barbarian land by the Soldier Spirit Sect that day."

The man in the black robe shook his head and said, "Old Jiu, don't think so much. Including me, we sent three batches of disciples in advance and after, and we have the intention to make a fool of ourselves but not the intention. This time, the Lingzong will at least be destroyed by a hundred years of foundation."

Old Jiu sighed secretly and said, "I hope so. If the Jailing Sect insists on its own opinion and refuses to cooperate, it can only continue like this. However, no one wants to see such a result."

While the two were talking, Ning An was slowly walking into the blue magic circle. After a spontaneous twist, he was already in the middle of a steep hillside

After taking a few glances from left to right, he flashed into a hidden place, he took out a jade slip from his waist and looked at it carefully

Yin'an Valley, unknown size, is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and looks like a basin. There are low mountains and woods everywhere, and several rivers run through it. There are few sunlight in the basin. There are yin air everywhere and the mist is deep.

After a while, after looking at the general terrain, Ning An put away the jade slip again, revealing a depressed look. The ancient sect didn't know how to think about what a medicine garden was so big.

Now he can't get up to the sky or down to the ground. According to the general map, he has no idea where he is.

Thinking of this, he looked around without hesitation, took out two search talismans that had been prepared, threw them out, and then set off to slide down the hillside.

It took him half a day to slide to the bottom of the valley. When he looked up again, it was already late, and the valley was already dark, and now he couldn't see his five fingers.

After thinking about it, Ning An directly found a wide stone wall nearby, used magic to cut out a simple stone cave, and flashed into it.

The cave was not big, barely enough to fit in. Ning An easily cast a dust-proof technique, sealed the entrance of the cave, leaving only a gap, and then closed his eyes and calmed down.

But in the second half of the night, a deep footstep suddenly came into his ears, and he was at least fifty or sixty feet away from him. After a stick of incense, the "dongdong" sound disappeared in the distance.

It was pitch black outside, so Ning An naturally did not dare to act rashly, but was awakened and secretly became alert.

Calculate the time. At about dawn, he came out of the cave and looked for the sound he heard last night. Soon, he came to a faint bloodstain.

If he hadn't heard the footsteps yesterday, he wouldn't have noticed the blood on the ground. After a lot of time, the blood had turned dark gray, almost mixed with the weeds on the ground.

He bent down and checked it out, after weighing it for a while, he decided to follow the bloodstain first. If he didn't figure it out, he felt a tingling feeling like a tingling sensation in his throat.

Two or three hours later, Ning An carefully hid behind a big blue-gray tree, looked forward sideways, and there was a staggering figure twenty or thirty feet away from him.

The figure is tall, her clothes are torn, revealing her blue-gray skin. She is limping forward, and her heavy steps make a "dongdong" sound

He was carrying a man with disheveled hair on his shoulders, his head drooped and his feet were facing upwards. At this time, with the strange figure's steps, he moved up and down, and blood dripped down his hair from the air.

Ning An chased after a long time, and finally saw the master. At first glance, he couldn't help but be alert, especially the man who was emitting his head. Judging from the robe he was wearing, he should be from the Shrine Sect.

Before he could think about how to act, the figure seemed to feel something. After sniffing it twice, he stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked at him, just facing him, looking at him.

"This is... corpse refining!" Ning An couldn't help but feel a chill when he saw the turning head.

Refining a corpse, a vicious spell of the evil cultivator, erasing the consciousness of human cultivators, maintaining the instinct of wild beasts, strengthening their bodies with various medicinal baths, and finally listening to the wishes of the evil cultivator himself, is a symbolic spell of the evil cultivator.

Although there is no such practice method in the Sutra Library of the Yaling Sect, the description of this magic can be easily found.

The tall figure had no hair on his head, his eyes were white, his blue-gray face, and his mouth were full of sharp teeth. After seeing Ning An, he waved his arms and suddenly let out a deep roar.

The man on his back casually threw him behind him, and thrust towards Ning'an with his teeth and claws. He crossed three or four feet in two steps.

Ning An's pupils shrank, and the slow pace of refining the corpse before seemed to be disguised.

The body of the corpse refining is as strong as a low-grade talisman. How dare he let this monster approach easily? He slapped his waist and a yellow turtle shield shot out immediately.

A meaningless roar was made from the mouth of the corpse, and it was not dodging or avoiding it, and it hit the turtle shield straight. With a "bang", the body was suddenly knocked away a few feet away.

Seeing this scene, Ning An suddenly felt relieved, but the corpse refining seemed to be fine, stood up straight, and rushed up again without any reduction in speed.

Ning An snorted lightly, took out the longbow with his back hand, pulled the bowstring and banged it several times in a row.

Only a few "swooshing" sounds were heard, and the invisible arrow instantly hit the corpse's eyes, and two blood holes were created.

But to his surprise, the corpse refining was not as painful as it was, and its speed did not decrease. In a blink of an eye, it had arrived in front of Ning An and hugged him.

Ning An quickly retreated back with one leg, muttering something, as his five fingers spread out, dense spiritual silk spread out, wrapping the corpse tightly

Then he shook his wrist and pulled the spirit silk backwards, but unlike what he imagined, the corpse was not divided into pieces of minced meat.

With Ning An's shocked look, he slashed, and the two black and sharp claws of the corpse easily tore open the heavy spiritual silk and grabbed him hard.

(End of this chapter)
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