The woods in front of me seemed to be able to swallow the darkness, and the moonlight fell down and was completely covered by the canopy of trees that blocked the sky and the sun.
The feet stepped on the soft leaves, which were light and airy, as if walking on a pile of mud, and the smell of rot was everywhere.
Xu Ping's eyes glowed slightly, and he kept scanning with his Qi-gazing technique.
In the field of vision, streaks of sinister aura surrounded the woods, like thin veils of smoke.
"Xiao Xu, this smoke is wrong!" Uncle Jiu squinted, staring at the mist lingering in the woods, and reminded him.
Xu Ping nodded and made a judgment: "When the Yin evil energy condenses to a certain extent, I am afraid that ordinary people can also see these Yin evil energy."
Gu Nianhua, an ordinary person, echoed: "I can see it."
As she was talking, the evil spirit talisman on her body suddenly lit up. She was shocked and said: "Master, Brother Xu, the talisman is on."
Xu Ping looked back and said, "Normally, these evil spirits want to enter your body, but they are blocked by this talisman."
Her yin body would undoubtedly become a whirlpool and black hole in such a place. This was originally a good thing, but without cultivation, she would definitely not be able to survive it.
With this talisman, you can temporarily avoid this problem.
Uncle Jiu was walking at the end and could only see a faint light in front of her, but he also understood in his heart: "Don't panic, stay vigilant."
Gu Nianhua nodded heavily: "Yes!"
The fog around you is not a decoration, it will corrode people's sanity.
Threads of mist tried to invade the three of them, but Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu were of good moral character and had true energy to protect their bodies, so they were not afraid at all.
Gu Nianhua, the only one who can be deceived, is also blessed by the Maoshan evil-avoiding talisman, which can also isolate these evil spirits from the outside of the body.
It wasn't long after I left.
In the distance, you can vaguely see a lone grave standing in the open space in the middle of the woods.
The moment he saw the lonely grave, Xu Ping couldn't help but stop. He heard an unusual sound, "Be careful, there is something ahead."
The words just fell!
In the darkness, a strong wind swept through and the fallen leaves flew.
A black shadow jumped out of the night at an extremely fast speed and slammed into Xu Ping who was at the front.
boom!
His arms were like Optimus Prime, supporting the incoming black shadow.
There was a dull sound where the arms met, but they did not retreat at all.
Xu Ping looked calm, his luck exerted force, and the soles of his feet sank into the ground.
In front of me, there is a tiger as tall as a person, with no eyes or tail, a huge body, half flesh and half skeleton, which is horrifying.
"drink!"
Xu Ping roared angrily.
The violent infuriating energy, with him as the center, turned into ripples and rolled up the leaves all over the sky.
The half-dead tiger was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. It was hit by the air machine, whirled around, flew out, and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of rotten flesh.
"What the hell, you just want to make a sneak attack." Xu Ping glanced around slowly with cold eyes, but found no other abnormalities.
Gu Nianhua was stunned, stunned, and murmured: "Brother Xu, you are so strong!"
"It's too weak..." Xu Ping replied directly. There was no reward, so how could it not be weak?
Uncle Jiu changed his color slightly, "I'm going to go, I was careless!"
You should be walking in front, don't let the disciples get kidnapped.
After killing the dead tiger that appeared out of nowhere, Xu Ping took a few steps forward, looked around again with his aura, stamped his foot, and said what he saw: "Uncle Jiu, those zombies
, right below.”
Uncle Jiu was stunned when he heard this, "Down there?"
Xu Ping nodded: "I don't know why, they didn't come out?"
Do you look down on me, or are you afraid of me... Speaking of which, Xu Ping is not sure whether zombies have the option to be afraid, and plans to find out: "Be careful, I will get them out."
No, don't be impulsive... Before Uncle Jiu said anything to dissuade him, he saw Xu Ping holding a copper coin sword and slashing out a piece of golden light. The golden light swept across and a large area of land was opened up.
The roofs of the dead bodies were lifted off. Unexpectedly, these zombies were very good-tempered and did not jump out.
Xu Ping couldn't help but be disappointed after seeing it. He thought it would improve his performance.
These zombies may have been zombies before, but now, they can only be regarded as dead corpses at best, without any evil spirit on them.
However, these dead bodies, Uncle Jiu, pondered for a moment and exclaimed: "Jiu Yin has entered the evil formation!"
Xu Ping, who was focused on performance, finally came to his senses and saw that the layout of these dead bodies was indeed quite mysterious.
Gu Nianhua asked: "Master, what is the Nine Yin Entering Evil Formation?"
Hearing the disciple's question, Uncle Jiu smiled slightly and explained: "Zombies jump out of the three realms and are not in the five elements. Whether it is yin, qi or yang blood, it can be supplemented by cultivation..."
"And the zombies are arranged here to absorb the Yin energy, turn it into Yin evil energy, and transport it to the tomb, and that tomb is the eye of this array."
It was also a tool corpse... Xu Ping poked it with a copper coin sword, and a dead corpse instantly collapsed, as if it was weathered, leaving only broken bones and remains.
Gu Nianhua pondered for a moment and said, "So, someone arranged it here."
Uncle Jiu nodded, frowned, and said: "Xiao Xu, there must be an extremely powerful evil thing in that lonely tomb."
Xu Ping shook his head and walked over directly, saying: "No, Uncle Jiu, I think the formation here no longer exists, otherwise these corpses would not be so broken."
There is no evil spirit at all on the zombies. It is obvious that the Nine Yins here have entered the evil formation and have been abandoned.
It’s only been a few days!
Was it because the Yin Qi was enough, or was it because the opponent realized something was wrong and hastily abandoned the formation.
Xu Ping vaguely felt that they were getting closer to the person behind them.
After hearing Xu Ping's words, Uncle Jiu thought for a moment and said, "It's better to be careful."
Xu Ping nodded and scattered four or five paper figures.
As soon as the paper man landed on the ground, he rushed towards the solitary grave, his arms flying like knives, digging at the grave mound behind the tombstone.
At the same time, Xu Ping leaned over the tombstone and took a look.
[The tomb of my wife Wu Li was born in the year 216 of Jingyuan and died in the year 233 of Jingyuan.]
[Hugoro Li.]
Goro... Goro of Goro Bagua Stick?
The owner of this tomb has been dead for three hundred years!
There is not much information on the tombstone, and there is no epitaph behind it.
Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu watched for a while, then a group of paper figures carried a coffin and returned to Xu Ping's side.
This coffin...Xu Pingren was stupid.
This coffin was clearly sold by his family. There were various patterns carved on the side of the coffin, including mountains, rivers, land, birds and beasts. At the bottom of the pattern, there was a small character "Xu" carved on it, which was the symbol of his family.
Leaving a name is a rule passed down from our ancestors.
Someone once said that it was unlucky to do this, but our ancestors didn't think so and still stubbornly passed it down.
In fact, the meaning is quite obvious.
Let me tell you clearly, if I sell you this coffin and leave my name behind, I won't be afraid of you coming to me.
No matter you are alive or dead.
This is a guarantee of quality, and we have absolute confidence in our own products.
Uncle Jiu also came over, with a solemn look on his face. There was a string of talismans stuck on the peach wood sword.
Taking a deep breath, Xu Ping stepped back half a step, stood side by side with Uncle Jiu, holding swords in both hands, and ordered to the paper man:
"Open the coffin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the paper man stretched his arms forward and inserted his palms, as thin as cicada wings, into the gap in the coffin lid.
"Boom!"
The coffin lid flipped over and flew up into the air. Amidst a burst of black smoke, a figure quickly stood up and stretched his arms forward. He looked like he was dressed as a farmer.
The old corpse in the wilderness in front of him was spitting black smoke, his eyes were scarlet, and his body was covered with black hair. He was jumping and jumping towards the two people standing in front of him.
Gu Nianhua hid behind them, pretending to be calm and trembling.
"The evil spirit is so strong!" Uncle Jiu shouted, quickly jumped back and stood ready.
Xu Ping ignored him and shot out two sword lights, one to the left and one to the right.
"This is Mao Zheng!"
He was overjoyed, finally something powerful had happened.