Shayun Ridge.

The barbarian mountains cross the clouds and miasma, the mountain streams are white and the waterfalls are roaring, a winding mountain road looms between the dense forests and canyons, and the snow-white mist floats through the green mountains and forests, and the wind is very light.

Bright sunlight shines through the foliage.

A ray of light illuminates the moss flowers on the ground.

The forest is full of life, the sika deer stroll leisurely on the moss, the background is dark, and the high antlers are particularly dreamy in the light.

Suddenly, the darkness obscured the sunlight and brought a dullness, and an oppressive dark cloud rolled in......

Endless clouds gradually enveloped the entire cloud-covered mountain range.

It's still sunny on the other side of the mountain.

Dirt slope paddy field.

The coarsely dressed man straightened his waist to wipe his sweat, pulled out the sweat hair from the mud of the rice field, stepped on the ridge with his big feet, washed the mud in the ditch, carried the grass back to the village, the big yellow dog happily waged his tail in front of him to lead the way, and the rice fields on both sides of the ridge were green and green.

The yellow dog leading the way in front of him suddenly barked wildly, staring at the Izumo Mountain Range in a cramped and uneasy manner.

The man carrying the grass looked up, dumbfounded.

I saw that the towering mountains became dim, and the dark clouds like ink pressed in, and the black sky and the blue sky were clearly divided, and the black clouds rolled forward!

Wipe your beard and rough face, and run home quickly.

Run back to the fence door.

"Meow!"

The rough man was startled by his black cat.

The black cat, which was slightly smaller than a dog, hissed at the house with its fur and four thick paws, which was very fierce, while the thatched hut, which had already smelled of food in the past, was very quiet, and the chimney was not smoking, and the man had a bad premonition in his heart......

The big yellow dog barked into the house......

The door was not closed, and the wife squatted in the corner of the dark room and whispered.

Take a closer look.

"Come on...... Someone's coming......"

When something happened in the village, the neighbors gathered in the fence courtyard to talk to each other, armed with knives, forks and sticks, and some people brought the ashes of the incense burner of the land temple at the entrance of the village, and the young man grabbed the rough man and prevented him from going back to the house.

At that moment, a gloom enveloped the village on the other side of the mountain, and the blazing sun was blocked by clouds.

"Look!"

The village woman in the house was trembling inexplicably, trying to run but unable to move.

This scene made Mr. Half-Hung at a loss, and the grapefruit leaf peach stick didn't work, but he was scared like this at this time, could it be ...... Not good!

I turned around with a feeling.

I saw a girl with long hair in white on the mountain road behind the village.

Just now I was still at the old willow tree, and in the blink of an eye, I reached the threshold stone, fluttering, like the handsome mountain ghost in the mouth of the older generation.

Wild grass mountain road.

Bai Yujun's beautiful eyes turned to see the village.

After thinking about it for a while, he went straight to the village, and in order to hurry quickly, he tapped the grass and branches with his toes, and hurried lightly with his light exercises, but in fact, he followed the traces of evil cultivation all the way, and happened to find some clues.

Mr. Half-Hung was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Perhaps thinking that human beings need sunlight, Bai Yujun opened holes in the black clouds to shed light on the village.

More and more villagers are seeing the 'mountain ghosts'.

Silently, the girl in the white dress stood outside the fence courtyard, very beautiful, not like the world, and the young men were almost stupid, and they couldn't take their eyes off and couldn't wait to stare out.

Walk forward with a gentle step.

The villagers involuntarily moved out of the way.

Boom~

The young man holding the ashes of the incense burner was stunned and fell to the ground.

There was a click, the jar was shattered, and the ashes of the incense burner were scattered everywhere.

The sunlight shining through the black cloud hole was warm.

Meantime.

The gentleman standing at the front had round eyes, his eyes were fixed on the ground, and he didn't even dare to faint.

Shadows on the ground!

It was still a humanoid shadow before, but after the ashes of the incense burner were sprinkled, it became a horn on its head and a tail behind it, which is a person!

A certain white smiled at the old man, and his smile was sweet.

The old man laughed along, laughing more than crying.

When he entered the house, he reached out and grabbed a gray rickety shadow from the woman.

The grip was pinched and pinched and rounded, as if looking for something, and disappeared from the place to leave the village in a slight way, locking a certain evil cultivator's aura through the pinched evil qi, which was like a pathogen, and would release toxins either intentionally or unintentionally wherever he went.

There's a lot of things you can tell through this thing.

"You can't escape ......"

The palm of the hand burns with flames to extinguish the evil energy.

The little hands rubbed her face vigorously, turning into a freckled female ranger, with a bamboo flute pinned to her waist.

Crossing the Shayun Ridge is already within the Xia clan's sphere of influence, and theoretically, the Immortal Monarch Realm is under the jurisdiction of Heavenly Court, but when Heavenly Court is weak, the rules may change, and Bai Yujun's astringent aura is completely hidden.

The demons have no scruples.

Countless creatures escaped along the road, and they were not intercepted by the Xia clan.

Ponds full of dead fish, forests full of dead birds under the trees, haunted villages, and another problem is that the land temples and mountain temples are empty......

The imperial power is weakened, and the warlord tail is too big to lose.

It is difficult to send mountain gods and land gods in non-controlled areas, and the small temples built by the people are empty.

After three days of tracking.

The evil god and the other three evil cultivators parted ways.

Bai Yujun locked on one of them.

......

Underground Rift Valley Black Market.

In the dark corner, where the evil cultivators gather, the yellow and white paper lanterns flickered and flickered, and there were not only evil cultivators in the dark market, but also evil ghosts and demons mixed in, each taking care of each other without interfering with each other, dividing the area according to the level of strength, and there was a very strong smell of wind and sand in the Yellow Spring.

In the deepest part of the black market, a figure in a tattered cloak walks into a secret room.

Close the door and activate the formation seal.

When you take off your cloak, you can see that it is covered in scars, and through the wounds, you can even see the blood-colored heart beating, and the wounds burned by the dragon flame are difficult to heal.

The injuries caused by some fierce beasts are difficult to heal, among which the divine beasts are the most.

"Ahem......"

Covering his wounds with his hands, he coughed and couldn't straighten his waist, stumbling through the piles of bottles and cans looking for something.

It crackled and shattered all over the ground, and the evil heart inside the bloody ribs beat violently.

"Not this one...... It's not this ......."

"Where the hell is it?"

Anxious, irritable, hoarse, roaring.

After breaking a number of special containers, a black clay pot was found.

Finally found it, opened the seal with trembling hands, grabbed a handful of black powder and sprinkled it on the wound, the gray-black gas attached to the wound and wiped out the residual dragon flame.

"Hoo ......"

Paralyzed and slipped on the ground, breathing a sigh of relief.

When he showed his face, he could see that half of his face was corroded, leaving only blood-red muscles and white teeth.

He sprinkled powder on his face again.

The evil cultivator is not as fearless as it seems, and if he is injured, he can't let other evil cultivators find the traces, otherwise he is very likely to die in the hands of his peers, and he has been suffering from the dragon flame until now before he dares to attack, and he scolded the white dragon and the evil path countless times in his heart.

There was only one oil lamp in the dimly lit room, and the green flames flickered.

The evil cultivator with his back to the oil lamp suddenly stiffened, and there was another shadow next to his own shadow on the wall in front of him, but he couldn't feel anything......

That shadow has a pair of dragon horns!

Finished......

Shoulders sank slightly.

"Tell me where the plague god is. ”

The cold wind swished in his back, and the evil cultivator swallowed hard with a grunt in his throat.

"In ...... ...... in the city"

Crash!

The evil cultivator lowered his head and saw a small white hand penetrating his chest, pinching the heart that was still beating in his hand, pinching it hard, and grabbing it into rotten flesh with a pop.

The incandescent flames engulfed and turned into humanoid torches, and the evil demons burned into a pile of ashes.

"I'm sorry, I'll let you go next time. ”