Ling Xuanluo looked for the direction that Erjiang said, but he didn't see the Shadowless River. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 In his anxiety, the only way he could think of to check whether the place was correct was to find out the source of the giant insect corpse poison set by Elder South Wind.

Jiao Qiu Jian lived up to his trust to find clues, but because of his offensive words, he angrily played tricks on him.

When he stood firm, he touched his head in embarrassment and smirked, "It's true that Yin Jiao and Jiao are souls of each other, but there is also a saying, called the spirit sword follows the master, which refers to the temperament of the master, which can usually be reflected through his sword." Brother Jiangnan is polite, Yin Yan is also gentle, Xuanluo is often frizzy, and Jiao Qiu is also showing his edge everywhere, this is no wonder you, blame me!"

He apologized embarrassedly, and the cautious spirit sword gave up, shook the sword, and fell back into his hand obediently.

Ling Xuanluo's sword was unsheathed, and then he looked at the place where Jiaoqiu dragged him, and a small dirt bag bulged up on the ground. The mound is covered with weeds, and if you don't look closely, you can't really see that this place is slightly higher than the rest of the terrain.

On closer inspection, he noticed something more unusual.

I saw that the grass growing on this soil bag was black in color, and the grass blades were thick, with clear serrated edges, and looked as sharp as a saw knife. If it is an ordinary blade of grass, how can it be hard if it is rotten after a little rubbing?

"Hmph, Jiao Qiu's judgment is correct, the source of the corpse poison released by the south wind is under this mound. What kind of spell is placed for the stream? It's just a trick to scare Erjiang, so that his mouth is not tight, so that more people will come to see the Shadowless Stream!"

Nanfeng's intention was guessed by Ling Xuanluo, he sneered twice, stood away from the side of the earth, showed his two fingers, and sent out the sword qi of Zen Pointing to the Heavens. Where the purple light streaked, the soil bag was smashed into pieces and scattered, revealing a large pit. As soon as the pit was exposed, there was a strange sound of "hissing and lala" from inside.

At this time, the night passed, and the dawn of the sky was dawning. Ling Xuanluo leaned forward, looked into the pit by the light, and suddenly felt that his scalp was numb and his chest was nauseous.

I saw a huge silkworm crawling with white flowers under the soil layer. Accustomed to the darkness underneath, they were frightened by the flickering sunlight above their heads, so they made strange noises and struggled and wriggled wildly in the white silk and silver liquid.

"What a demon path, burying so many corpse insects, causing the Shadowless Creek area to be surrounded by cold air, of course mortals can't get close!

He saw that he was furious, and when his second finger came out again, the sword qi at his fingertips had turned into a puff of jumping flames, shooting towards the dirt pit with sparks.

The flames from the sword qi were like burning short arrows, rushing out one after another, and the earth pit soon burst into flames.

The giant insects struggled and hissed desperately, trying to escape from the pit, but they were dragged down by their fat bodies, squeezing or colliding with each other, and they were burned when they got into the flames.

After dealing with the evil done by the south wind, Ling Xuanluo breathed a sigh of relief. In the future, if any hunters or mountain people pass by, they will not be harmed again.

The giant insect that took people's lives was finally eradicated, which was a harvest after a night's rush. But without the shadow of the stream, Ling Xuanluo still felt pressure. He understood that the giant worm had no direct connection with the Shadowless Creek, but why could the south wind see the stream then, but now he couldn't?

The giant insect is dead, the poisonous gas is gone, and you don't have to worry about touching the surrounding grass and trees. Ling Xuanluo looked at the bare ground, his sense of disappointment was heavier than just now, and he wanted to sit on the ground in frustration.

Before he could hit the ground on his buttocks, someone behind him shouted, "Don't sit!" and then a soft but windy ribbon flew in, wrapped firmly around his waist, and pulled him up when he was about to sit down.

Just being dragged by Jiaoqiu to run, and in a blink of an eye, he was inexplicably pulled by a brocade belt, and Ling Xuanluo's little heart was hit continuously, and it was really a little unbearable. But what surprised him the most was that in this inaccessible old forest, there was another person hiding from him, and he still had the ability to sneak attack him.

He looked at the other end of the brocade belt in amazement, and couldn't help but exclaim again: "Uncle Yunzhishang!"

"That's right, it's me!" the man stood in front of him with a black veil draped from head to toe, smiling, and sure enough, it was the cloud dress that had become a ghost. (To be continued.) )