The so-called "Dragon" sees the head but not the tail". The true teaching of Yun Sect is the best method in the world to hide its breath.

It is like a divine dragon, soaring in the sky, calling the wind and rain, clearly flying over the heads of thousands of creatures, but the mediocre sentient beings just turn a blind eye.

Yan Li sat leisurely in the carriage from beginning to end, and Wu Chiyan on the platform did not notice his existence at all.

Wu Chiyan fought with Gui Yun for dozens of rounds with the formation, and finally caught a gap, picked up a talisman, lit it on the green candlestick with a rumor, and was about to release the spell to give the hateful dog a cruel thing.

At this moment, Yan Li moved.

He chuckled and took out a copper coin from his arms, held it between his middle finger and thumb, and then moved the true energy of the Tianlong, penetrated his fingertips and shot out quickly.

"laugh--"

The copper coins made a sharp sound in the air, and the target pointed directly into the candlestick.

The candlestick is the key point.

There are two candlesticks on all the magic tables that contain the fire energy of the Shaoyang of heaven and earth, so as not to take advantage of the situation, destroy the spells, or even backfire the caster.

On the magic platform of the ghost realm, although the candlestick is a strange green fire, its effect is the same and even more important. After all, the ghost realm's magic tricks are exposed to more Yin energy and are more likely to retaliate against the caster.

Wu Chiyan and Gui Yun fought with each other, not only had to rely on the magic platform to drive the formation to move, but also had to continuously use Yinfeng Ghost Hand to launch an attack to resist Gui Yun's crescent moon scimitar.

Both of these methods are passive to the enemy and cannot cause damage to Gui Yun at all. Wu Chiyan then seized the gap and stimulated the talisman, intending to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

While distracting himself from controlling the formation, he ignited the talismans, and with his hand suppressed Gui Yun's counterattack with the Yinfeng Ghost Hand. He took three steps and his whole body was like a tight string, and he could no longer squeeze out any potential.

At this deadly moment, he watched a copper coin break through the air, but could not make any blocking action.

"puff……"

The candlelight disappeared in response to the sound, and the demon cloud magic circle was in chaos. Wu Chiyan was suddenly retaliated against, and the blood-colored patterns on both cheeks turned blue, as if the whole body was sucked away by the evil ghost.

The copper coins remained uninterrupted, and they crossed the platform and hit the Yunmen acupoint on Wu Chiyan's shoulder.

Yunmen point belongs to the Taiyin meridian of the hand and lungs, which is one of the keys to the vitality of the whole body.

Wu Chiyan felt that his shoulder seemed to be slashed by lightning, and his whole body immediately stagnated. Not only could the half-stage Yinfeng Ghost Hand of China Merchants Bank could no longer be released, but he could not suppress the backlash of the magic circle and sprayed a mouthful of blood towards the sky.

The blood squirted into the air, but did not land, but disappeared out of thin air. Obviously, the ghosts and gods detained in the magic circle were becoming more and more powerful.

Not only that, the talisman at Wu Chiyan's finger was also activated by itself during the burning, turning into a green ghost fire, burning straight toward his torso along Wu Chiyan's fingers.

At this moment, even without Gui Yun's attack, Wu Chiyan could not be able to suffer this backlash, and his flesh and blood were ashes and his soul was scattered on the spot.

It's a deadly penny!

Gui Yun was trapped in the formation for a long time and was already impatient. Of course, he would not give the evil cultivator a chance. The whistling crescent moon flying knife was rushing at lightning, cutting off Wu Chiyan's head with one knife.

"Broken arm." Yan Li, who was sitting in the car, said the only two words since the opening.

Gui Yun understood the truth and cut off the burning arm on the evil cultivator's body with a flying knife.

The arm was burned into ashes after leaving the body, and the headless corpse quickly shriveled down in the backlash of the five ghosts of the magic circle, and then turned into ashes, leaving only the broken Taoist robe.

To the ashes.

The once arrogant Dharma King of the Southern Xinjiang Witch and Ghost Way, one of the culprits of the bloody incident last night, was domineering in his life and control of life and death. He had countless blood and resentment from creatures on his hands, but he did not exist in heaven and earth.

Gui Yun turned into a human form in front of Wu Chiyan's ashes and said to Yan Li: "Senior Brother is here to take action! Actually... I can defeat him."

"Haha..." Yan Li smiled and said, "Of course I know you can. But tonight time is precious and you can't waste it on him. Next time I have the chance, I will let you fight happily. Check what he has on him, be careful of poisons."

Yan Li dared not careless at all when the other party was born in the southern border where the witchcraft was the most prosperous. But the facts proved that Wu Chiyan might have been too smooth in his life and had no warning. The things he carries without any restrictions, and they are all in a crude Qiankun bag.

Qiankun Bag is a commonly used storage magic weapon for monks. The space inside is much larger than it looks. The magnification of the space determines the quality of Qiankun Bag.

For example, the Qiankun bag, the most commonly used by Taoist monks, was refined by "Qijiezangling Jue", which can enlarge the length, width and height of the bag seven times. The size of a palm-sized cloth bag has a space equivalent to a suitcase on the earth, which is indeed extremely convenient.

There is one such magic weapon, Guiyun Wangyun, which is not rare.

However, the witch tribe in southern Xinjiang is not good at refining weapons, so the things in their hands are much more crude. The capacity of this Qiankun bag is only equivalent to the schoolbag of a primary school student, which is terrible. It can be seen that its net worth is also very limited.

Yan Li did not intend to check the harvest on the spot, but said to Guiyun: "Get on the bus and leave quickly."

This place is only twenty miles away from Jianchuan City, which can be said to be under the noses of the three sword gates. Wu Chiyan's formation was broken and the yin energy was scattered. It is likely that the masters from all sides will be alarmed, and it is definitely not a place to stay for a long time.

Gui Yun jumped onto the carriage and activated the paper horse carriage to the maximum speed, twice as fast as the real galloping horse. In a blink of an eye, he left the range of the mass grave and disappeared into the vast fog of the ancient mountain siege.

Entering the ancient mountain lake, it is shrouded in clouds that have not dispersed for thousands of years. In addition, the ability of the cloud sect to conceal its own breathing and concealment, it is difficult for anyone to track it.

Yan Li took Gui Xiu's Qiankun bag, opened it and smiled, "To be honest, this carriage is not broken either. Not only is it fast, it is much more comfortable to ride than Duan Shaozhu's carriage."

"Yes." Gui Yun nodded seriously in agreement.

Duan Yan's driving skills are actually good. But no matter how good his level is, the carriage is also a carriage. The ancient paths were not the expressways in the 21st century. The bumps were certain, and they were not as good as the paper horse carriage driven by ghost forces. They kept floating around inches of the ground and were not affected by the road conditions at all.

"Haha, next time I have the chance, please come and enjoy it." Yan Li smiled, constantly examining the items in Qiankun bag.

As for practitioners, Wu Chiyan's wealth is quite pitiful, with almost no hard currency such as elixirs, talismans, and spirit stones. There are only seven or eight talismans from the ghost realm, and their grades are not very high.

Ghost Talisman has various disadvantages. Whether it is the "Nine Abyss Ghost Blood Talisman" that enhances combat power or the "Blood Shadow Escape Talisman" that saves his life, they will damage their vitality after use. In the battle just now, the "Earth Yin Ghost Fire" used by Wu Chiyan is already a rare thing that does not require the caster to consume essence and blood.

From this, the Dharma King who is a magnificent witch and ghost path in southern Xinjiang is only three or five times that of Du Hong. In terms of his identity, it is not enough to describe it if it is not the word "poor ghost".

Of course, Wu Chiyan is so old that he needs a lot of resources to have such cultivation. I am afraid that most of his wealth will be used to improve his cultivation, so there are naturally not many things left.

Among them, there are two secret books with inherited nature, both of which are handwritten copies of Southern Xinjiang text.

Yan Li had already read countless books at this time, and the Southern Xinjiang texts were just different forms of the Central Plains texts. Of course, it was not difficult for him to understand the two inheritances easily.

One is "Yin Feng Ghost Hand" and the other is "The Secret Record of Five Poisons".

"Yinfeng Ghost Hand" is just an introductory inheritance of the ghost realm, roughly equivalent to "Yunhe Crane Palm". The Yinfeng Ghost Hand circulating in southern Xinjiang is far less than "Yunhe Crane Palm", but it includes many things that can be learned from ghost cultivation, such as raising ghosts, servifying ghosts, and simple sacrifices and formations.

But the one who gets started is the one who gets started. From Yan Li's perspective, these things are far worse than the collection of the Yun Sect's Outer Court, let alone the legendary Fengdu inheritance.

Another book "The Secret Record of Five Poisons" is a genuine inheritance of witchcraft, which records the breeding of many poisonous insects and the use of reconciliation prescriptions. Many of them are vague in detail, which is obviously the content of the witch tribe in the southern Xinjiang oral teachings. But it doesn't matter, these places are not difficult for Yan Li, and he himself does not have the idea of ​​studying witchcraft.

With Yan Li's reading speed, he flipped it out casually and had finished reading. He closed his mind for a moment, and suddenly laughed and said, "Hehe, so that's it. This is the secret of the witch and ghost path in southern Xinjiang! King Shangwu, with your level of power and scheming, you will be lucky enough to survive until today!"

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Behind Yunzong Outer Courtyard Square are continuous houses.

This is the living place where the disciples of the Yun Sect used to live, although it has never been filled with it.

Walking through the house is an endless swamp forest, bathed in the clouds that have not dissipated for thousands of years.

This is not only a place for leisure travel, but also a medicine garden in the outer courtyard of Yunzong. In the vast garden, I don’t know how many herbs are planted, nourishing and growing in the magic circle that has been running for thousands of years.

In Wangyun's view, since Ji Dongling is a true disciple of Yunzong, his descendants can be regarded as the outer sect of Yunzong, so he can enjoy this medicine garden. It is precisely because of this mountain forest as a backing that Gui Yun, Yu Qingyue and others can have sufficient herbs to practice alchemy and provide a large amount of cultivation resources for many descendants of King Shangwu.

This place is located deep in the ancient mountain lake, so it is surrounded by water. Outside the Yaoyuan Mountain forest, there is a vast lotus pond, which is extremely lush by the dispersed spiritual energy of the Yaoyuan.

There are even a few old fish growing in the lotus pond. Not only is it amazing in size, but it also has the ability to manipulate the waves and spit out the frost, protecting the outside of the medicine garden.

The lotus pond is near the medicine garden and an ancient pavilion is built.

It adheres to the style of Yunzong's architecture - dark clouds are the top, green dragons are the pillars, and jade shapes the sea of ​​clouds as the ground.

At this time, the full moon passes through the middle sky, and it is the time when the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The bright moon shines through the misty clouds and mist, shining on the rippling lotus pond water light, creating a charm of immortals.

Yan Li sat upright in the pavilion in the moonlight, brewed a pot of ancient mist and rain, and waited quietly for the distinguished guests.

A long-known distinguished guest.
Chapter completed!