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In the valley, arrows roared and fires soared into the sky.

The strange-looking figures jumped up and down, rushing left and right, but could not escape the sealed valley and fierce murderous intent. They were shot by arrows, torn apart by sword light, and buried in gravel and dust one after another.

It was not until half an incense stick that the chaotic valley finally calmed down.

Ji Yuan still held the iron bow, looking stunned.

The bloody smoke and dust were still permeating the valley. Dozens of corpses, two ghost witches, and Ji Hai, had no corpses left. The tombs of the ancestors of the Ji family were also completely destroyed.

Once upon a time, I always wanted to rebuild my home. But when facing the desolate ruins, I couldn't help but feel disheartened. Unexpectedly, I was sad and helpless, and encountered the legendary ghost clan, which ruined Ji Hai's life. Perhaps, I really shouldn't have come back...

Ji Yuan remained silent for a long time and moved his steps slowly.

A figure hovered in the air, looking at Ji Yuan's actions while paying attention to the movements around him, and then landed on the hillside outside the valley.

"No senior..."

Gui Yuan always hid far away. Seeing Wujiu returning, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly came over.

"How could I run into the ghost clan again? What should I do..."

Whether it is the Demon Clan, Yixiang Villa, or the Ghost Clan, it is an existence that scares him and cannot face. The chaos in Luzhou has long been beyond his imagination.

Wujiu fell down and looked worried.

"The skills of the ghost clan are similar to those of ghost cultivators. They are good at driving ghost evil spirits and refining ghost corpses. The two ghost witches just now hide here to refine ghost corpses. Fortunately, they were caught by the head of the Ji family. Otherwise, in time, a group of people-eating ghosts will emerge from Luzhou's hometown!"

He had thought about the skills of ghost cultivators and practiced the art of divine division in the "Xuangui Sutra", so he had long guessed about the behavior of the ghost clan.

Guiyuan said in surprise: "I have heard of it too. In this way, isn't the world turmoil and the evil spirits are rampant?"

"Yes, the world has been in chaos!"

Wujiu looked away with his hands on his back.

At this time, the autumn rain is getting thicker. The ruins of Baisong Town and the empty mountains are all shrouded in the rustling desolation...

After a moment, Ji Yuan walked out of the canyon.

"Mr. Wu, thank you for killing the ghost clan, avenging Ji Hai, and my Ji family!"

Wujiu turned around.

Fires and smoke emerged in the canyon, and choking blood filled the wind.

Ji Yuan should have taken care of the funeral, and his gloomy face eased. He raised his hands and said solemnly: "The two ghost witches were killed, and the ghost clan will definitely not give up. Baisong Town has become a place of right and wrong. To avoid accidents, please follow me to go back to Kunshan!"

He invited Wujiu to return to Shangkun Ancient Realm to avoid the pursuit of the ghost clan.

"I have something to do, so let's go!"

Wujiu shook his head and bowed to say goodbye.

"this……"

Ji Yuan was unexpectedly surprised and was slightly surprised, but he was inconvenient to try to keep him, so he hurriedly took out a jade pendant and handed it over.

"This is a banned sign in the ancient realm and a token of the Ji family!"

"It's not right..."

"What's wrong with Mr. Wu being the benefactor of the Ji family? No matter when and where, as long as the gentleman gives instructions or holds this token, my Ji family will serve me!"

"Um!"

Wujiu stopped refusing, reached out to take the jade pendant, and handed over a few jade slips, signaling: "It's just a few classics, maybe it's useful! You can go back alone, be careful on the way!"

Without waiting for thanks, he turned around and grabbed Guiyuan and flew into the air.

Ji Yuan was about to give him a try, but there was no sign of people in the rain and fog. He looked at the jade slip in his hand, surprised and grateful.

What Mr. Wu left behind was the immortal sect martial arts, earth immortal letters, elixirs, talismans and other related classics. It was like a set of inheritance of immortal cultivation...

...

Above the rain and fog, the sun shines brightly.

Two figures came through the rain and fog, and suddenly separated.

Guiyuan, among them, hurriedly stepped on the sword light and said reluctantly: "No senior, have you said goodbye?"

"When you meet in the mountains and rivers, take care of yourself, haha--"

Wujiu laughed loudly and flashed away.

"Hey, it was always "hehe" and laughing, how could it be "haha" again? Why is it so happy?"

Guiyuan scratched his head, suspicious. However, he saw the clouds and mist surging under his feet, as if the chaos in Luzhou was present. He felt nervous and thought to himself: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, just return to Yueyin Island!"

He stepped on the sword light and turned the way north...

...

Three days later, the rain passed and the sky was clear.

And in the valley where Baisong Town is located, a group of strange people came.

In front of the ruins on the hillside, two old men stood, both withered, pale faces, and inexplicably powerful and terrifying chill all over their bodies.

They are the two masters of the Ghost Clan, Gui Chi and Gui Qiu.

Gui Chi among them stared down at him.

Two broken jars of wine were thrown on the ground. Although they were soaked by rain, they could still smell the faint fragrance of wine. It was light and easy to see that the drinking man had rested here and would not leave for more than three days.

It was convenient for a few figures to fly from the canyon in the distance. When I got closer, I reported a few words and then flew hurriedly into the distance.

Guiqiu stretched out his hand to pick his beard and pondered for a moment, and said, "Eight out of ten, it's Wujiu again..."

Gui Chi still lowered her head, and her pale face became even more gloomy.

Guiqiu continued: "The remaining energy and vicious techniques here are just the same as that boy. Moreover, he is familiar with the skills of my ghost clan, in my opinion..."

"No doubt it's him!"

Gui Chi raised her head and said hoarsely: "It's a pity that two ghost witches and dozens of corpses were removed, but he escaped again!"

"Old Wu, don't be angry. Although the ghost clan was severely injured and lacked enough staff, the one who has been lurking to this day is the refining corpse. However, he was caught by that boy. If the news leaked, it would be known to the Jade Temple, or there might be branches outside!"

Guiqiu comforted him a few words, but became worried again.

"I heard before that boy appeared again after he disappeared for five or six years, and he is rarely found at the moment, so he must not be missed!"

"Um!"

Gui Chi understood and opened her mouth and spit out a ball of light containing blood. When she shot out a magic trick, the light did not change. He swallowed the light into his belly and hummed: "My husband's injustice, the technique of Gui Qianxun can only search for thousands of miles. And that boy has only been away from here for three days, or has not gone far. Let's spread the hands and be sure to find his whereabouts!"

"Abide by the order!"

"In addition, the Jade Temple emitted the wind, just to use your and me to get rid of that boy. And you and I might as well use the tricks and continue to sweep away the immortal sects and families in various places. Anyone who surrenders will join the ghost clan; those who disobey will refine the corpse. I want to see how the Jade Temple responds..."

"The demon clan's holy son has also seen through the tricks of the Jade God Temple and wants to join forces with my ghost clan to force the Jade God Venerable..."

"Haha, there are very few people who have learned about this, so there is no need to say more..."

...

Weihuang Mountain is located in the hinterland of the southwest of Luzhou.

According to the picture, Weihuang Mountain is only a stone mountain covering an area of ​​more than a hundred miles and about hundreds of feet high. It has become a landmark-like existence just because it is located between two big rivers.

Perhaps it is the barrier between the mountains, rivers and jungles, and this place is quite remote. Apart from the native mountain people, there is no immortal gate or immortal cultivation family, and of course it is difficult to see immortal cultivation practitioners.

And in the afternoon of this day, a breeze fell from the sky.

In a blink of an eye, a young man appeared on the hillside.

I saw him have a pretty face, black hair shawl, in his early twenties, wearing a thin gray cloth shirt. After landing, he looked around and then raised his head and smiled slightly.

After Wujiu broke up with Ji Yuan and Guiyuan, he followed Tu Jian to find him. In just over ten days, he arrived here.

Is this Weihuang Mountain?

It should be no bad!

But there was no familiar figure seen by the spiritual consciousness.

The ugly girl Ling'er agreed to meet her again here. Where is the other person? Wu Ming and Wei Shang are also missing.

However, there are pastoral and houses in the valley more than ten miles away.

It is the only mountain village in Weihuang Mountain, a hundred miles away. Now that you are here, you might as well find it slowly!

Not far away, there happened to be a trail up the mountain.

Wujiu nodded and walked over with his feet.

It is late autumn, and the mountains are withered and yellow. Walking in the cold wind, looking at the sky high and clear clouds and vast distant mountains, it makes me feel refreshed.

Ha, ugly brother, I'm here to accompany you until you get drunk.
To be continued...