Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan pointed to the right: "There is a group of ghosts wandering over there. Let's not waste time in the fog. It is important to find the general's tomb quickly."

He led the way first, followed by Yunzheng and Jingjue. The three of them tried their best to avoid the hordes of troops. If they couldn't avoid them, they quickly dealt with them with thunderbolts to avoid being surrounded.

This plain is so vast that it is easy to get lost in it and lose your bearings.

After walking for more than an hour, Liu Qinghuan suddenly stopped and looked behind him.

Yun Zheng also stopped: "What?"

"Someone seems to be following us from behind." Liu Qinghuan said, a little unsure: "Let's try in another direction."

Yunzheng and Jingjue had no objection, and the three of them sped up a lot and flew out diagonally.

Yun Zheng saw that Liu Qinghuan's expression did not relax, so he knew that the person following him had not been thrown away: "Who is following you?"

"The two female cultivators I met by chance before." Liu Qinghuan raised his arm and smelled it, then checked himself from head to toe and said, "Do you see anything wrong with me? I suspect that I am being followed. means."

"Huh?" Yun Zheng looked him up and down, and then swept his whole body with his consciousness unceremoniously: "Not found."

The fragrance of the epiphyllum is only astonishing at the beginning, and will soon dissipate into nothingness, but it will remain for a long time, and can be tracked at extremely long distances by using the phoenix butterfly.

This floral fragrance must be washed vigorously with water to remove it, but the monks habitually use cleansing techniques to take care of themselves, but it is of no use to this fragrance.

Liu Qinghuan was a little unhappy. His speed suddenly increased and his direction became erratic.

Fortunately for Yun Zheng, his body and sword merged into one, turning into an icy blue sword light, and he could easily keep up with his speed. But Jingjue's cultivation level was quite different from the two of them, so Liu Qinghuan simply grabbed one of his arms and carried him along.

Far behind them, the Yue sisters were having a hard time following. If it weren't for Feng Shangdie, they would have been lost long ago.

Since the last time they met Liu Qinghuan at Fang Zixuan's place, the two sisters followed him for a while. However, Liu Qinghuan's Pingxu Wind Control Technique was extremely fast. They lost track of them several times. When they reached the mass grave, they suddenly lost sight of Liu Qinghuan.

At that time, Liu Qinghuan entered the magic circle arranged by Yun Zheng. The magic circle sealed all the fragrance, so the Yue sisters could no longer find him through Feng Shangdie.

In desperation, the two had no choice but to enter the mass grave and groped inside for two days. Not only did they lose their way, they also encountered a ghost army of several hundred people, chasing them closely.

Yue Xi stamped his feet and said angrily: "What kind of man is that surnamed Yun? He didn't even try to save him, but he ran so fast!"

As he spoke, a volley of black arrows came from behind. Yue Xi couldn't care less about complaining. He danced his hands and a large pink fan unfolded behind him like a peacock, completely covering the two of them.

Those arrows hit the fan surface, leaving a faint black spot, and then turned into black smoke and dissipated.

These arrows are actually magic!

As the dense popping sounds continued, Yue Xi endured huge pressure, and his body fell forward. He spit out a mouthful of blood before he withstood another round of attacks.

Yue Weiyang quickly hugged her waist, stuffed two Resurrection Pills into her mouth, led her to continue flying away, and scolded: "I told you not to hold on, I will do the next round."

They had tried to confront the ghost army head-on, and killed many of them. However, the momentum they created attracted more ghost soldiers, and the two had no choice but to escape.

Yue Xi adjusted her breathing and felt better: "Sister, I'm fine, it's just a minor injury."

She took her big pink fan and saw that it had been shot with many arrows and had been shot with countless black holes. Some places had been penetrated. She felt distressed and angry at the same time: "The strength of these ghosts is only equivalent to that of practicing Qi." Brother Qi, why are you so powerful? You can’t even get rid of him at such a fast speed.”

Yue Weiyang noticed that the tentacles of the Phoenix Butterfly on his shoulder changed to the right, and also changed direction: "In front of them are trained troops, and the power of the combined attack is several times stronger than that of ordinary Qi-training monks."

Yue Xi continued to gnash his teeth and said: "And that Yun Qing! He has obviously discovered us, but he doesn't know how to show mercy at all. I curse him to never find a dual cultivation partner in his life!"

Yue Weiyang said calmly: "He has no obligation to help us. Moreover, our behavior of tracking him may have annoyed him. But..."

She chuckled: "But we have no choice but to trouble him."

Liu Qinghuan is not angry yet, but he is unhappy. Anyone who is plotted like this, and has a cruel and perverse temper, may even form a deadly feud.

What the Yue sisters didn't know was that with Liu Qinghuan's powerful consciousness, he could lead them to where there was a large group of ghost soldiers, and get rid of them easily.

But Liu Qinghuan was still what Jing Jue called a "good guy" after all. He just changed directions several times and gradually distanced himself from the Yue sisters.

The fog ahead began to thin, and Jingjue, who was being carried by Liu Qinghuan, suddenly moved and raised the wooden sign under his nose: "There is a lot of resentment ahead, stop quickly."

Liu Qinghuan's consciousness condensed into a bundle and looked forward. His expression changed and he immediately stopped: "Yun Zheng!"

The icy blue light fell next to Liu Qinghuan, and Yun Zheng appeared and asked, "What's in front of you?"

Liu Qinghuan walked forward: "I'm afraid we are in big trouble."

As the fog dispersed, a huge pit slowly revealed its shape. There are layers of white bones piled up in the pit, some of which have been broken into pieces, while others have extremely intact skeletons. There are so many that they are difficult to count at a glance.

After crossing the deep pit, you can see a palace complex. The tall palace walls collapsed in several places, and the huge rolling stones spread all the way to the bloody moat dozens of feet wide in front of the palace.

Yun Zheng chuckled and said, "Haha, the Zhao family is quite big. The palace was built so much that it encompasses the mountains. It was because they wanted to build a fairy palace."

Indeed, even though the original palace of Zhao State is now dilapidated, its former glory and ultimate luxury can still be vaguely seen.

At this time, there was a faint sound of uniform footsteps coming from behind, quickly approaching where Liu Qinghuan and the others were.

And in the big pit, skeletons began to rise one by one, making a clattering noise. They were complete, missing arms and legs, or pieced together with multiple arms and legs. Some even held a broken piece in their hands. Bones were used as weapons, and the bare bones were chewed in the jaws loudly.

Yun Zheng's spiritual consciousness swept behind him, then looked at both sides of the pit, his face darkening: "There are many ghost soldiers, probably five hundred in number, and there is no way around this pit."

Jingjue pointed his hand holding the string of Buddhist beads into the air: "Shall we fly over?"

"Can't fly over." Liu Qinghuan motioned to the two of them to look at the bottom of the pit. The bones there were buried like a mountain. A rotating tornado suddenly emerged. Countless bones flew up and gathered in the middle, forming a large skeleton.