Chapter 313 Withered Bones

Yun Zheng put three thunder hornbills to explore the way, leaving only a trace of thought to maintain the contact with the thunder hornbill, and then released the fourth-order monster Jiutian Jinpeng from the spiritual pet bracelet.

The giant bird was covered with golden feathers, and the majestic and awe-inst spirits were unusual. The little demon Linggeya's eyes were shining, and he reached out and wanted to touch the bird's back. Before his hand touched the nine-day golden Peng feathers, he patted him out. This divine bird was evolved from the nucleus of the ancient holy beast Jiutian Jinpeng, which was refined by the third-order golden wing carving. It absorbed the domineering spirit of the king of the holy beast and regarded the touch of Goya, who had never met, as a contempt, so it fanned her out with one wing.

Goya fell in a mess. Although he was not injured, he was very angry. He walked back and walked around Jin Peng twice, but after all, he did not dare to approach again. He whispered a dead bird, a virtue surnamed Yun.

Yun Zheng laughed, jumped on Jinpeng's back, reached out and pulled Goya's back and sat in front of him, saying that he would not be responsible for falling to death. With a pat on the back of Jinpeng's neck, the big bird spread its wings and flew into the sky, flapping its wings and hitting the air, flying higher and higher. Goya was so scared that she closed her eyes and shouted. She grabbed a few feathers and lay on the back of the bird and didn't dare to move, but when she heard the roaring wind blowing in her face, she could no longer recognize the southeast and northwest. Then he suddenly felt warm. It turned out that Yun Zheng stretched out his hand and hugged her from behind, and the little demon suddenly felt calm at the bottom of his heart.

On this road, he flew to the northwest, and Yun Zheng completely followed the road he chose. Jiutian Jinpeng was arrogant and unwilling to walk with ordinary monsters, so he always had to fly at high altitude. On the way, he not only did he not meet Huangshang and black demons, but also did not meet many other repairers on the way. Yun Zheng took Goya and flew during the day, and found a place to take shelter from the wind at night. Sometimes he slept directly in the wilderness in the inn, and seven or eight days passed in a flash.

Originally, the weather was cold in winter, but it became colder and colder to the northwest. Later, it became a silver-covered world of ice and snow. Although Yunzheng and Demon Goya are both practitioners, they can resist even if they are several times cold, but if they use the hard-earned martial arts and spiritual power to resist the cold, they will be caught off guard once they encounter an unexpected enemy. Therefore, I took Goya to buy fur clothes and dress neatly in a state capital on the way, and then took the nine-day Jinpeng flight, so I didn't feel too cold.

These days of Yunzheng's practice did not dare to relax. During the day, he rushed on the road and practiced martial arts and inscriptions at night. Because there was no Asjuen and the old god around him to protect the Dharma, Goya's little goblin was really reassuring. Yun Zheng did not dare to stimulate the spirit of the god of war hidden in the martial soul wheel to broaden his veins. , can only refine lightning and fire crystals every day to increase cultivation. Slow is a little slower, but the victory is safe and stable without deviation. After more than ten days, his cultivation has also broken through one star and reached the four-stage seven-star realm, which is also a small harvest.

Yun Zheng has a little regret. If he practices in a small secret place and has the grace and the old god's protection, he should have reached the fifth level of cultivation now. Thinking of the old god and Ju En, he couldn't help but feel depressed. He hasn't heard back from them for so many days, and he doesn't know how they and Liuzhi Dongfang Tianzong are doing. Did they come to the northwest border city or still look for himself around Liangzhou? These people are in a group, and it is estimated that the idle martial arts forces can't do anything about them, so Yun Zheng is not very worried about them.

These days, Yun Zheng has made new benefits in the cultivation of "Yundian Tianwuquan". With his four-star thunderous martial arts, if he fully exerts this set of boxing skills in the middle-level of the general word volume, it can be said to be said to be extraordinary. Within the range of two feet of a circle, there are several feet above his head. Clouds condensed, and the surrounding wind and thunder roaring and lightning were chopping endlessly, which really responded to the resounding reputation of "cloud electric and sky dance boxing". The harvest is not only that. When Yun Zheng practiced the eight famous knives and dead water chopping, he accidentally found that the boxing of Yundian Tianwuquan could actually communicate with the knife in his palm. Yun Zheng was very happy. He immediately forgot to eat and forget to practice. He found that if he led the knife power of the dead water chopping with the boxing of Yundian Tianwuquan, he could achieve the unity of people and knives. Integrated, the level of knife skills rose out of thin air, so that the knife was as powerful as the arm and finger, and finally realized that the knife in the palm of the hand was the extension of the fist. Only to do this, the knife is the hand is the knife, and the knife hand is the same.

After practicing martial arts every day, Yun Zheng sits and meditates. On the one hand, he restores the thunder and evil spirit consumed when practicing boxing skills and knives, and on the other hand, he practices inscriptions. Now he mainly focuses on practicing the secret method of the Yuanjing given to him by Yin Nanxing, because the Yuanjing absorbed by the spiritual mirror has been refined by him. As long as he enters the static state, the calm Lingtai mirror lake will shoot white light like a sword light, and the majestic mental power will fluctuate one after another. At this time, the lake is stimulated by the fluctuation of power, and it is surging like boiling.

According to the cultivation law described in the Yuanjing secret method, Yun Zheng calmly absorbed the powerful power emitted by the Yuanjing at the bottom of the lake, carefully converted them into his own spiritual power storage, and finally condensed in the water of the Lingtai Mirror Lake, and the lake surface of the Lingtai Mirror became larger and expanded to the original. Two times the size. The youthful shadow of Yun Zheng's three-foot sword light is gradually becoming clearer, and the hair, eyebrows, robe and collar are also clearly seen, and Yun Zheng's main consciousness is also combined with the photo. Finally, in the middle of the night, the distance of Yun Zheng's concentrated mind and shadow traveled out of ten feet away, and there was no obstacle within the range of ten feet.

This is the realm of six grades and ten feet. From then on, within ten feet, as long as the divine eyes are opened, it is his own territory, and Yunzheng can occupy the advantage of the home court. Six grades and ten feet, no matter which state or prefecture you go to, it is a powerful existence. Yu Wen Pixian, the young master of Zhongtian's first inscription master family with a thousand-year foundation, has only reached the realm of six grades and ten feet. Yun Zheng has just come into contact with the secret scroll of the inscription teacher's cultivation, and it has only been half a year, from a penny to six grades and ten feet. This speed is abnormal. I'm afraid he can't find a second one after turning through the whole historical scroll of the Zhongtian inscription teacher.

This is the great advantage of Ziwei Dixing's original talent. The immortal genius represents the understanding of ordinary people, and the time compression rate of shrinking the sky ruler makes Yun Zheng's cultivation speed proud of the group.

On this day, it snowed heavily, and the wind was strong, and the sky and the earth were white. According to the map, another 8,000 miles north will reach the boundary of Ningzhou. The goblin shouted that it always flew in the sky and froze to death. Today, I won't fly anything. It's better to walk and watch the snow by the way. There are still seven or eight days before the winter solstice, so Yun Zheng also bought two third-order one-horned horses from other practitioners at a high price in a market town, and rode them separately and walked on the snow.

The two one-horned horses are ordinary riding spirit beasts, or the kind of goods eliminated by the dynasty military. Of course, the speed is not as fast as Jiutian Jinpeng, but anyway, there is only the last stop left, and it doesn't matter if you hurry up and slow down. The two rode out of the market town and ran more than ten miles north. The terrain was getting higher and higher. A big mountain slowly rose from the horizon and ran in the distance. The mountain was winding like a dragon, and the snow was flying, and everything was in the painting.

Finally, there is no need to take the nine-day Jinpeng to drink the wind. Goya is in a very good mood. He rides on the snow-white unicorn and immediately takes the lead, making crisp laughter from time to time. The white horse is matched with a white marsable velvet coat, which sets off the goya with silver hair and blue eyes like pink carved jade.

The two urged their horses to run to a high slope. There is a village in the pass in front of them. The martial arts style is extremely prosperous. Generally, nine times such villages are gathered by martial arts. It is not surprising that there are several well-cultivated inscription masters living in it.

The village, which should have been cooking smoke and noisy, was silent at this time, with a strange dead silence. With Yun Zheng's cultivation and the unique talent of Goya's little demon, the two felt abnormal almost at the same time.

Yun Zheng gently sniffed his nose, and the air was filled with a smell of death and blood rushing straight into the nasal cavity. The closer to the village, the smell became stronger. Yun Zheng only felt the mixed taste of death and blood on two occasions. One was the Soul Hall of the God of War in the Luming Mountain Grottoes, which was occupied by the necromancer, and the other was the time when he fought with the ghost killer.

Yun Zheng said he would go and have a look, and then urged the one-horned horse to run quickly to the village. The little demon frowned bitterly and the boss was reluctant, but he didn't want to stay alone in the snow, so he had to follow him closely.

The whole village has no trace. More than 100 practitioners who gathered in the village to live and practice are corpses across the roadside. There are old, young, men and women, all of which have turned into black bones. Small villages in the wind and snow have become cemeteries.

Goya's face turned pale. After a few times, he turned his head and didn't dare to look again. Yun Zheng felt that things were strange, so he jumped off his horse to check the dead bones one by one. He looked at about a dozen bodies and finally found something in common. These dark dead bones have no wounds, only a black hole at the top door, as if the flesh and blood of the whole body were sucked away by the monster from this hole in an instant. The human skin is black and clinging to the skeleton, which becomes like a defeated revolution. Sometimes Yun Zheng accidentally touches it gently with his hand, and then cracks into a flocculation.

The "murderers" who devoured the flesh and blood of these practitioners are skilled, fierce and cruel, and extremely cold-blooded. What kind of evil monster beast can easily kill more than 100 villagers as practitioners? Is it a bloodthirsty monster or a necromancer family hidden in the earth willing to do evil at the risk of being exposed to ashes by the sun? The previous rumor that the Tiger Wing Dynasty colluded with the dead in the northwest city seems to be true.

With these questions, Yun Zheng carefully observed the traces around the village and left many footprints on the white snow on the side of the side of the dead corpse lying horizontally. The footprints were very light and shallow, as if those who left footprints only weigh only a few pounds.

ps: Finally, it's easy to finish this chapter. At the same time, I thank you for the reward of the universe and wish you all the best!