Master of Beasts

With the departure of Henry Zhang and others, the people who gathered in front of the Jiuxing Pavilion to watch the excitement gradually dispersed. In the huge open space, only a corpse was left. I believe that people from the Black Skull Cult will arrive soon.

Glancing at the direction in which Henry Zhang and others left, many people had a little sympathy in their eyes. They were refreshing, but the revenge of the Black Skull Cult was extremely terrifying.

In the remote alleyway, three figures walked slowly, except for the rustling of the soles of their feet landing, there was no other sound.

"sieve!"

A large piece of snow-white silk fluttered, Henry Zhang's rickety back slowly straightened up, and under the old folds, the handsome face of the young man was revealed again. This appearance made it hard to imagine that he was the old man lingering on his last breath just now.

"Where are we going now?" Youli smiled lightly, blinking her spring-like eyes.

With the power of the Black Skull Cult in Ghost Crying City, I believe it will not be long before they can be found out. If they go back to the original inn, I am afraid that the people from the Black Skull Cult will be able to surround the inn before the bench is hot. live.

Hearing Youli's question, Pang Yi's face turned ashen. If the Black Skull Sect came to him, he would definitely be the first to kill.

"Slap!"

Henry Zhang's lips parted slightly, and just as he was about to make a sound, a crisp sound suddenly came out from Youli's space boundary stone, and for a moment, the expressions of the three of them moved slightly.

The astrolabe has responded!

The bright astrolabe was held by You Li above the soft palm, and a bright spot of light flickered gently in it. This direction is where the secret spirit is located!

"This place..."

Staring at the light spot on the astrolabe, Henry Zhang pondered for a while, and then his eyes suddenly lit up: "It is the mass burial forest on the edge of Ghost Cry City. It is said that it is very weird, and no one dares to enter it even during the daytime. Great place to hide."

As soon as Henry Zhang finished speaking, the bright dot disappeared on the astrolabe.

"It seems that there was something just now that forced the person holding the secret spirit to use his spiritual power." You Li said softly.

"Could it be a trap." Pang Yi frowned, he didn't want to lose his life just because he wanted to kill an insignificant person.

"Go and have a look and you'll know." Henry Zhang smiled lightly, what should be faced, always had to be faced, he already had a vague premonition that in the near future, there might be another difficult fight.

Dusk has come, and only the last slant of the setting sun remains on the horizon.

After the three of them walked for several hours, they finally came to the edge of Ghost Crying City. Looking far away, the hazy black mist filled the air, and a desolate atmosphere swept over.

Here, it is a mass burial forest.

"Shall we go in now?" Pang Yi looked at it for a while and couldn't help asking.

"Go in now, in case the person holding the secret spirit moves on a large scale, it will be far more difficult for us to find him than it is now." Henry Zhang pondered for a while, his shining eyes projected into the black mist.

Although he was not sure whether the person holding the secret spirit was still in the mass burial forest, but they had no choice.

"You Li, you just wait here, in case he escapes from inside, or someone wants to go in, don't forget to send us a voice transmission." Henry Zhang saw that You Li wanted to enter with them,

Can't help laughing.

"Yeah." Youli blinked her slender eyelashes slightly, and after a brief silence, she nodded lightly: "Be careful."

Waving his hands casually, Henry Zhang and Pang Yi went straight into the mass burial forest together. Here, there was a smell of decay and dilapidation everywhere.

The night is gradually getting thicker.

The moonlight falling in the sky was covered by the black mist floating in the mass burial forest, only a faint ray of light penetrated out, and the howling cold wind blew past, rustling the surrounding withered trees.

"dumb!"

Suddenly, a hoarse cry of crows resounded, and the flock of crows crouching on the tombstone rushed into the sky. The number of them made one's scalp numb.

"Tell me, who is the most likely person hiding here." Pang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Song Yin, his spirit beast, matches the environment here, and can exert its greatest strength." Henry Zhang smiled lightly.

"Ding! Ding!"

The moment Henry Zhang just spoke, a crisp knocking sound suddenly came from the front, and in the distance, a figure in a coarse linen robe was carrying them on his back, knocking on a tombstone.

As the chisel in his hand continued to fall, sparks splashed, and a little bit of gravel fell from the tombstone.

It was a thin palm with almost no flesh and blood. Looking up along the palm, an old face full of wrinkles appeared in the sight of Henry Zhang and Pang Yi. He was engraving the tombstone with great concentration, as if this tombstone, It is his life.

"Old man, what are you engraving." Henry Zhang walked over with a smile, leaned over to look at the words on the tombstone, and seeing this scene, Pang Yi's face suddenly changed, this guy, is he desperate?

"Engrave the stele." The old man said without raising his head, his hoarse voice was quite ear-piercing.

"Is it engraved for me?" Henry Zhang said with a smile.

"To be precise, it's you!" The old man's eyes turned cold, and the chisel in his hand drew a tricky arc, and slammed towards Henry Zhang's temple. The black spiritual power on it was condensed. Yes, there must be a blood hole on Henry Zhang's head.

"Shua!"

As soon as the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, Henry Zhang's figure retreated to Pang Yi's side, and at the position where he was standing just now, a flame silhouette was directly smashed by the old man, and clusters of flames fell on the ground and burned slowly , providing some light in the dark cemetery.

"Remnant image?" The old man's eyes changed slightly. His speed just now was already extremely fast, and it was difficult for ordinary people to avoid it. He did not expect that Henry Zhang would use this method to avoid his attack.

"Xiao Yang, the astrolabe is bright again." Henry Zhang grabbed Nanyinling, and Youli's crisp voice came from his mind. Unlike the sound transmission conch, only he could hear this voice, but Pang Yi had nothing. Know.

"Senior Song Yin, I didn't expect that you would hide in this place." Henry Zhang put Nanyinling into the Sky Boundary Stone, and immediately smiled faintly, but the eyes that looked at the old man were slightly sharp.

"Hehe, the young generation in Snow Wind City are truly becoming more and more remarkable."

Song Yin's eyes swept over Henry Zhang and Pang Yi respectively, and a sinister sneer appeared on his face: "However, a fourth-level spirit master and a third-level spirit master want to kill me, Song Yin. Isn't it a bit too whimsical?"

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tomb next to him exploded suddenly, and the gravel was splashed in all directions. A vague black shadow slowly floated out amidst the smoke, dust and stone chips.

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