In the dark night, Nanyun's sad and angry voice spread far and wide.
The old man left too hastily, and he could no longer suppress the hatred in his heart.
If only one person lives in the world, what is the point of practicing?
The servants next door were also awakened, and many began to curse viciously in a low voice. Nanyun's grandfather and grandson were in trouble, leaving a vacancy. If you don't curse a few words at this time, you can't show that you are of the same mind as your master.
They kept their voices low because they were afraid that their dirty words would dirty the ears of their masters.
"Bold foreign slave!"
The door was broken open with great force, several guards broke into the house, and one of them lit a candle.
Several people looked past Nanyun who was clenching his fists and looked at the old man on the bed.
Upon discovering that the old man was dead, the leading guard's expression darkened.
At this moment, an old voice came from the Zhao Mansion.
"Drag him out and bury him."
Unexpectedly, the death of an old slave would alarm the old master of the family, and several guards did not dare to confirm whether they buried the old man or dealt with Nan Yun together.
Looking up and staring at the few people, Nanyun suddenly became angry.
It's a pity that with his small stature, no matter how good the boxing and kicking skills he has learned, he is still no match for the three of them.
It didn't take much effort to catch him, and the three of them threw the grandfather and grandson on a wooden cart and dragged him outside the Huanshan Fort.
The moonlight was cold, the streets were silent, and the sound of the wheels rattling on the stone slabs was like the laughter of a night devil.
Looking at the moon in the sky, a hatred grew crazier and crazier in Nanyun's heart.
After leaving the city gate, the uneven road made the wooden cart vibrate more and more loudly. Nanyun's childish face swayed and hit the wooden plank, and it soon became swollen.
More than a mile west of Huanshan Fort is a cliff. There is a mass grave on the edge of the cliff. It is said to be a mass grave, but in fact there is not a single corpse or a grave.
Those who are abandoned here will be picked up by wild animals and birds, and not a single bone will be left.
There were still dozens of steps away from the cliff. The leading guard waved to the other two people and pushed the cart over.
He searched the bodies of his grandfather and grandson for a while, then stuffed a few spiritual stones into Nan Yun's arms.
Cursing the poor man for his bad luck, he threw the old man's body over the cliff without hesitation.
"Boy, hold on tight. Whether you can survive or not depends on your fate."
After a few strokes, he released his control over Nan Yun. Regardless of Nan Yun's mad hatred, he kicked the wooden cart off the cliff.
At the moment when the wooden cart was about to fall off the cliff, Nanyun deftly turned over and hung on the stone wall. The guard stood on the edge of the cliff and listened for a while. Hearing the faint sound of crashing into the cliff from below, he clapped his hands and walked back.
The fog began to rise on the cliff under the moonlight. The sound of hitting the cliff did not disappear as the few people left, but gradually became clearer and clearer.
Nagumo, who was hanging on the stone, noticed something was wrong and pointed his ears.
I saw and heard it right, the gray fog under the cliff was rising, and the sound became clearer and clearer.
In the mist below, on a cliff terrace, the old man's body was lying mutilated on the ground, but at this moment, a confused desolate spirit stood beside him.
After greedily absorbing the remaining blood of the old man, it looked up at the cave on the stone wall.
The sound below was getting closer and closer. It quickly lay down on the edge of the terrace and looked down. Then it quickly turned around and screamed strangely at the hole with its teeth and claws.
A thicker gray fog spread across the terrace from bottom to top, and dense crowds of wild spirits came out of the cave. They threw themselves into the fog and were carried up.
The wild spirit is a vicious creature in the Lingxu. It is made from the bones of living beings and the aura of the netherworld. It is not very intelligent, but very ferocious. It is the natural enemy of all flesh and blood creatures.
The faint sound turned into a continuous sound of fighting on the battlefield. After being shrouded in a faint mist, Nanyun saw wild spirits in the thick fog.
He forgot his fear and looked around with wide eyes, but those tall wild spirits seemed to have not seen him, standing neatly like sergeants, tilting their heads slightly, as if they were sensing the movement on the cliff.
With his heart in his throat, Nanyun suppressed his breathing.
A gust of wind blew from under the cliff, and the thick fog was quickly blown upward.
After they got close to the ground, they quickly unfolded and followed the thick fog towards the mountain-encircling fortress. Nanyun, who was greatly frightened, twitched all over and lost strength. He could no longer hold on to the stone wall and rolled down.
boom!
He fell heavily to the ground, feeling no pain, and his body bounced a few times before returning to peace.
There was a very thick gray fog beneath him, and next to his face was a pair of desolate feet.
He saw the body on the terrace at a glance and knew what it was, but he could only bite his lips and not move at all.
This gray mist carried him flying back and forth on the terrace. He was turned around like a dead object by the force, and he was almost thrown off the terrace several times.
But an even weirder scene appeared in his eyes.
This wild spirit was only the size of an ordinary woman, wrapped in a mist that had almost become a substance. She took out a crystal six-inch bone flute and put it to her mouth.
The mist automatically turned into several small airflows and penetrated into the flute hole, making a pleasant sound. She moved gracefully and blew twice, as if she already knew how to use the bone flute.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of magical heavenly sound was emitted from the bone flute, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye spread, making the stone wall bang and bang. A strong wind blew up, and Nanyun was blown to the terrace.
Seeing that he was about to hit the stone wall, he didn't care that he would be discovered. He grabbed a hollow in the ground with both hands, and his body was blown up like catkins in the wind, and then hit the ground hard.
His movements were no different from the sounds of dead things. The Huang Ling tilted his head to listen, but he didn't notice that a living person was on the ground and flew above.
How is it possible that Huang Ling is also divided into male and female?
Why are there wild spirits here?
The cliff on the other side is about two miles wide and only seven or eight miles long. Although the people surrounding the mountain fort never know how deep the cliff is, they have explored this mass burial cliff.
No trace of the existence of wild spirits has been found.
He had only had two or three thoughts in his mind when a cry of crying suddenly came from above. He was slightly startled and heard many familiar voices.
The sound came closer, it was the sound of people surrounding the mountain fort crying and frightened.
Puff puff!
A large number of corpses were thrown down, blood flowed along the stone wall, and several wild spirits stood on the mist and flew out of the cliff. Nanyun below was so frightened that the souls of the dead were so frightened that they couldn't care about anything and hurriedly ran to the cave on the side.
It gets colder and colder as we go inside, but the sounds coming from outside are getting closer and closer. It seems that a practitioner has flown into the cave and is running wildly in the darkness.
Buzz!
While seeing the red light in front of him, he also felt that he had passed through a layer of something.
Is it a formation barrier?
Before I had time to think too much, a panicked crowd had already appeared in the cave.
Almost everyone from the entire Zhao clan who could practice came here, especially Zhao Gou and Zhao Min in the crowd, who immediately caught Nan Yun's attention.
It was these two people who acted as monsters and killed his grandfather.
The other party did not expect that Nanyun would appear here, and was a little surprised. At this time, the two sides were only four or five feet apart.
Looking at the injured people, he smiled strangely and turned around to approach the spiritual grass that glowed red on the stone platform.
Some people also discovered that miraculous spiritual grass.
"Quick, stop him!"
After a few strides, Nan Yun didn't care about the use of the spiritual grass. He broke it off and ate the whole spiritual grass and the glowing fruit indiscriminately.
He doesn't know how to practice, but he knows the basic common sense.
Those wild spirits attacked on a moonlit night and drove the people from Huanshan Fort here, probably because of this spiritual grass.
Seeing that water mist was still flowing at the bottom where the spiritual grass grew, he had no intention of leaving it to the people surrounding the mountain fort, so he jumped down and opened his mouth to take a big gulp.
"ah!"
"help me!"
The people of the Zhao family did not know that the barrier existed. When they passed through the barrier, they suddenly turned into white skeletons and fell to the ground. The people behind them were so frightened that they quickly backed away.
At this time, Nanyun realized that what he was drinking was not water, but a cloud of mist. The mist was not absorbed by him, and came out of his mouth and nose in the blink of an eye.