The afterglow of sunset shines in the dense forest.

Song Yiren handed the report to Ning Yi.

The scene has been blocked by monks from Xiao Leiyin Temple.

This "murder case" happened a bit special and should not have attracted anyone's attention, because these four Shuras should have been quietly killed and buried by the law enforcement department of Xiao Leiyin Temple... and the situation is now due to the actions of outsiders.

This jungle is strictly prohibited from entering.

"The Thunder Department's speculation is correct... There are blood stains of 'ghost cultivators' on the sword rust, and they suspect the identity of the murderer."

Ning Yi read this report and said that the law enforcement department of Xiao Leiyin Temple also has a high and low level division similar to the "Law Enforcement Department" of the Great Sui Dynasty. In fact, this comes from Lingshan, and the secret operation team is given a different "code name".

For example, the wind.

Another example is thunder.

"The dangers of Jikong and the four people are very high. If they pull them out alone, they are all powerful people with the highest number of Shura in the Southern Realm. If they join in groups, they will be included in the high-risk ranks in this Dharma Assembly. For such uncontrollable factors, they must be under control before they are determined to be absorbed by Lingshan..." Song Yiren took Ning Yi's words and explained: "So, the formation masters in Xiaoqieshan Taoist temple organized the assassination of the 'Thunder Trip' in advance before they realized their murderous thoughts of 'Sunlag'."

Ning Yi closed the scroll and handed it to the girl.

Pei Lingsu flipped it very quickly, and the speed was about three or four times that of Ning Yi. It seemed casual and perfunctory, but in fact every piece on this scroll was reflected in her mind.

Pei Lingsu smiled as expected.

In fact, she didn't need to read the crime scroll. The report from Lei Department was not much different from what she imagined.

"There are only those who have killed a large number of ghost cultivators, which are constantly fighting against them, the "Shura" on the border of the southern border..." She returned the scroll to Song Yiren's hand and walked forward slowly. The scene was preserved relatively intact, with traces of blood splattering and the remaining sword rust, all staying where they should be.

Squat down, with rust on your fingertips.

"But it is not just Shura who fights against ghost cultivators."

"And the ghost cultivator himself."

Pei Lingsu didn't smell it at all. After twisting it, he immediately kneaded his fingers and crushed it to pieces. He said calmly: "It was deliberately left behind. With this kind of breath, great practitioners above the ten realms can extend the pursuit of the 'roots'. You just need to search for the 'qi' and search for it."

Song Yiren narrowed her eyes.

Pei Lingsu seemed to be interested in this matter, and she murmured: "My 'Xiaoyan Mountain Realm' seems to have a sense..." As she said that, she looked at Ning Yi, "Leaving Tianhai Tower, the 'Shan Realm' is dormant in the sea of ​​souls. Its awakening should be a good thing. I have a premonition that I will benefit from it."

Ning Yi's face was no longer relaxed. He looked at the path that was looming under his own senses... The murderer left traces and led to the depths of the dense forest in the distance.

"It's a very normal Lao Lin there... When I was very young, I caught monkeys in Mingsha Mountain to play." Song Yiren said helplessly: "I just don't know what it has become now. You can tell by looking at it."

Determine your idea.

The three of them walked forward slowly.

If you break through the ten realms of practice, you will have some powerful "intuition".

As the dense forest deepened, the three of them looked at each other and their expressions gradually became solemn. They all had a premonition of a hint of "ominus". The decision to block the scene by Lei Department was correct. If a normal practitioner mistakenly entered this place, or the original Xiao Leiyin Temple Law Enforcement Department was responsible for the investigation, they might encounter misfortune.

"What did you hear

Is it sounded?"

There was a "buzzing" sound in Song Yiren's ears. He had broken through the star of life and would never have "audit hallucinations". Looking around, the shadows of trees were swaying, and countless fallen leaves were blinding him, which made him feel a little dizzy.

"It's like... a far-reaching call."

Pei Lingsu's expression became solemn.

There was also a trance sound in her ears, and she subconsciously pressed her hand against her waist.

Ning Yi's face was calm because he heard nothing. The strange sounds that sounded in the ears of the girl and Song Yiren did not reach his ears at all, but he had already started thinking... The transmission of the sound would not choose the object independently. Is it the soul that interfered with Song Yiren and the girl actively released?

Didn't choose yourself... is it because of insufficient soul power, or is it something else?

Thinking a little.

Ning Yi also made a semi-fighting posture. He held Xixue's sword hilt and moved slowly. No matter what, what can stimulate the danger consciousness of "life star" will not be low-grade things. Perhaps it is because of the particularity of his "sword holder", and the external power was resolved the moment he touched him.

If there is really a "controller" behind the scenes and Ning Yi shows that he is meaningless and unaffected, it may attract special attention.

"The starlight began to decrease... Some forbidden areas in Lingshan will impose the 'Starlight Forbidden Formation', but Mingsha Mountain is not in it, and someone has re-arranged the formation here." Song Yiren's eyes gradually decreased. Because the starlight was forced and suppressed, fog appeared in the depths of the dense forest, and the scene in front of him began to become blurred.

He was a little worried and said, "Zinsha has some understanding of the 'formula', so we can go back first..."

Ning Yi chuckled.

Song Yiren was a little confused.

Pei Lingsu said calmly: "Don't worry, if I mistakenly enter the 'mazen array', I can crack it."

Then he suddenly realized.

Song Yiren remembered the "Baby Mother Formation" talisman that was lying in his waist bag. At this moment, the formation master who could help him explode the law enforcement and judicial formations in southern Xinjiang was by his side now, so what else can I worry about?

He smiled embarrassedly.

"By the way, the surname Ning, can you feel it? I feel a chill behind me." The three of them showed an awl-shaped advance, Song Yiren was in front, Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu were standing side by side, one left and one right, and he muttered: "This is unreasonable... The ghost cultivator is so brave. Do you dare to set up a plan for the fate star?"

Ning Yi said calmly: "You have me behind you, don't worry."

He also felt this chilling feeling.

The power of the new word scroll spreads invisibly, and circles of invisible ripples rippled around Ning Yi.

The release of this power is quite effective.

Song Yiren shook her shoulders and said, "It's much better..."

Pei Lingsu looked at Ning Yi with complex eyes, but nothing was revealed... She is now an insider about the secret of the sword-holder. If nothing unexpected happens, this power will always warm herself, the "Scroll of Vitality".

Ning Yi kept holding the "fine snow" posture and walked in this long fog in the dense forest.

The six senses are released, constantly shrinking, within a few feet.

But he was already in deep thought.

This is indeed unreasonable... Liuli Mountain in the East Realm is just five disasters and ten disasters. The power of his three people is enough to sweep the East Realm. Han Yue's demon kings would never easily set up a killing game in Mingsha Mountain. This is too risky.

Did you guess that you would come?

No……

impossible.

Ning Yi's journey has almost nowhere to be revealed. In Lingshan, only people of the level of "Jinglian" can obtain information from the East Great Wall and infer that his destination is Xiao Leiyin Temple.

Layout takes time.

You may not necessarily enter the game.

Ning Yi's eyes condensed slightly and placed them on Song Yiren. If he hadn't "stumbled" with him and Pei Lingsu, then with Song Yiren's personality, he would have arrived here.

This formation, the vague power of "soul", and the so-called "ominous" were prepared for him.

Although it was just a guess, Ning Yi's intuition told himself... all this will be confirmed soon.

He calmly withdrew his thoughts, and the next moment, the fog broke through.

Standing in the front was Song Yiren, who disguised himself as a "cowardly mouse". Not only did he retreat, he was calm, his pupils slightly contracted, and he saw clearly what was going on with the fog. A big red lantern, two raised his stiff arms, the fog was compressed very close. After breaking through the fog, the big red lantern almost flew up and was about to hit his face.

Song Yiren drew his sword in an instant and cut through from top to bottom.

A clear sword light cut through the mist. He held the knife in one hand, and his expressionless cheek flashed through the cold sword aura. The lantern was directly slashed and exploded. The blazing flames immediately poured out, like a prehistoric beast, covering it from the head and directly swallowing the only son of the Buddhist guest.

"Hellfire!"

Pei Lingsu shouted softly in surprise.

As the big red lantern was pushing along with a mummy wearing an ancient official robe, he raised his hands. After breaking through the fog, he suddenly increased his speed. His feet were stiff and his knees could hardly bend. He rose from the ground on the ground, shot out in a tilt, and crashed into Song Yiren.

A sea of ​​fire shot backwards. Song Yiren pulled out his second knife and slashed it down. The wisps of flames were split open by the sword energy, but they were not broken like ordinary fire. The edge flames directly penetrated and scattered, turning into flame stars guarding the four directions in the mist. Instead, the introverted wisp of essence swept across the blade, trying to refine the ancient sword.

"What a joke..." Song Yiren sneered. These three knives were tempered by his father Song Que. How could the mere fire of wishes melt?

But then, his smile became a little stiff.

As the owner of the ancient sword, he could clearly feel the whine of the "blade". Under the burning of the scarlet flame, the blade was curled in just three or four breaths.

How is this possible?

He raised his head.

The huge mummy had arrived in front of Song Yiren.

The roaring sound of evil spirits drowned him.

Behind him, a black shadow stepped forward and blocked him in an instant.

Then there was a "peng".

The sound of holding an umbrella.

Song Yiren kept standing up half-squat and was about to pull out the third knife. He stared at Ning Yi in front of him.

Collect the umbrella.

The mummy was shot back by the force of the umbrella and disappeared into the black fog.

When two fingers were twisted, I don’t know how powerful it was, the burning flames on the blade were extinguished, rushing into Ning Yi’s fingertips like water, as if returning to a comfortable space.
Chapter completed!