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Chapter 164 Kicked the hardest iron plate
Before dawn, the ghosts returned from the underground, and the whole Duanhun Ridge became lively again, with ghosts screaming one after another.

Chen Mou looked at Yin Gui, who seemed to be full. There was a dark green light flickering in the dark mist, like eyes staring at him. He had always used Yin Gui as a guard tool, and rarely used it. There is a time for equal communication.

"I will also make you a promise. You will serve me for a hundred years, just like Hua Chaoyue and the others. When the time comes, I will let you enter the underworld and give you your freedom. If you accidentally die due to danger during this period, you can't blame me. Who is responsible for your fate?"

Chen Mou said via message.

There are no useless subordinates, only masters who know how to use them.

The ghost immediately turned into a vague human form and bowed down.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Ansheng just do your job and don't make any mistakes."

Chen Mou waved his hand and made Yin Gui disappear before his eyes. He had no interest in talking about equality and freedom with Yin Gui.

Xu'er was awakened by the sudden noisy ghost cry, jumped from the top of a nearby stone pillar to the ground, and asked curiously: "Master, if you don't ask it, what are the benefits of being a ghost king?"

Chen Mou suggested seriously: "How about I call it out and you talk to it yourself?"

Xu'er hesitated and saw a strange smile on the corner of the young master's mouth, and shouted dissatisfied: "Young master, you are teasing me again. You must want to make it look disgusting and scare me, so you don't talk to it."

"Xu'er, you are overthinking."

"Sir, can you tell those ghosts to stop making noise? It's so unpleasant."

"Arrange immediately."

Chen Mou smiled and waved his hand, and the ghost noise and dim light on Duanhun Ridge slowly subsided.

The sky is getting brighter, the mountain wind blows away the fog, and the stone forest makes strange sounds.

Autumn is cold and the dew is heavy, and the yin energy enters the ground.

Xu'er, who simply used some dry food and water, followed the young master on the rugged rocks, climbing over the mountains and ridges towards the depths of the northeast.

After walking on the mountain road for more than ten miles, Chen Mou suddenly stopped, looked back at the woods behind him, and said: "You two have been following me since last night. Don't tell me that you have no ill intentions. If you want to rob, please feel free to do it. Don't take advantage of my mother-in-law." .”

Seeing that they could no longer hide in the forest, the two of them had no choice but to fly out.

"Fellow Taoist, don't get me wrong. We are Jiafu Sect monks. We really don't have any ill intentions. We want to cooperate with our Taoist friends to explore the ruins of the hanging cave in Tianran Canyon. Some time ago, someone found rare spiritual medicinal materials and magic weapons from inside."

The muscular man in black attire took out his identity card and showed it to the Taoist priest three hundred feet away.

"You two please ask Gao Ming. I won't cooperate with outsiders."

Chen Mou couldn't tell whether the other party's identity was true or false, but his behavior was not upright and he warned: "Don't follow him again, or you will bear the consequences."

If he can casually take out millions of spiritual stones and hit people with them, does he need to hunt for treasures?
Ignoring the two people who were still explaining, they left with Xu'er.

The two people behind shouted a few times and watched the Taoist priest disappear on the overgrown mountain road ahead. They sighed helplessly and turned around to leave, but there was a sly smile on the corners of their mouths.

Chen Mou suddenly stopped, grabbed Xu'er, and said through a message: "turbulent wind, be careful."

Although it was his first time to walk in the Tianhu Mountains, he had some understanding of the dangers here. He seemed to be walking easily, but in fact he never dared to be careless. With his spiritual eyes, he was able to avoid various remaining restrictions.

Above the bare rocks ahead, there are several layers of invisible air currents that look like water waves, swirling and flowing.

Mixed in the early morning mist, it is extremely difficult to detect the clues.

This is one of the reasons why the turbulent wind that can trap people makes the foundation-building monks who venture into the depths of the Tianlu Mountains dare not fly at low altitudes rashly.

For the foundation-building monks, the turbulent wind is a trouble that they can get rid of. What is more dangerous is the human heart that uses the turbulent wind to plot.

Xu'er only vaguely noticed something was wrong. With her current level of cultivation, she couldn't distinguish the turbulent wind in the mist. She heard that the turbulent wind appeared in a fixed area and said through a message: "Those two are 'wind hunters'? "

"more or less."

Chen Mou looked around for a while, thought for a moment, and pulled Xu'er towards the gap in the middle. He could clearly distinguish the curved passage in the turbulent wind.

The so-called "wind hunters" are hunters who are familiar with the environment and use turbulent winds to harvest trapped monks.When they passed through the three hundred-foot-wide area, two men in black robes emerged from the misty forest in front of them, blocking the front. One of them was holding a machete on his thick back and shouted:
"The old rule is, don't kill yourself if you seek money. Leave the money and the woman, and you can get out."

So what if you can get through the turbulent wind?

The four of them were fighting against one person, and they were sure of victory, and they were not familiar with this place and did not dare to run away at will.

Another person stared at Xu'er obscenely, his eyes gleaming, and he couldn't wait to shout: "You don't want to live too long, don't you? Don't think about being able to return the same way and leave your belongings, get out of here!"

Chen Mou let go of Xu'er's hand and warned, "Don't run around!"

He drew his sword and slashed at the wretched man fifty feet away. He didn't bother to say anything to him.

The sword energy is light and agile, without the slightest pyrotechnics, cutting through the autumn fog, revealing a bright and dazzling line.

"How dare you take action and do it to him!"

The wretched man shouted with a ferocious smile.

He struck out a magic weapon with his hand and turned it into a three-foot-large jade plate, spinning like a millstone to block all sword attacks.

Being stuck in the turbulent wind area, unable to move forward or retreat, and still dare to resist, no wonder they seek wealth and kill themselves. However, the next moment, a companion holding a machete ten feet away shouted: "Be careful behind you!"

"Bang", a cloud of cold air hit the back of the neck of the wretched man who couldn't avoid it.

The upper body of the body was extremely cold, and there was a "clicking" sound. The gray-blue ice crystals spread all over the body of the wretched man with frightened and confused eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chen Mou Yijian deliberately bluffed to create an opportunity for the ghost to sneak past.

A battle of wits rather than strength, let's kill one first and then talk about it.

His next sword followed closely, and the sword energy was like a thunderbolt breaking through the air. When the man with the sword swung his sword to resist and retreat, the sword energy collided and exploded.

"Bang bang bang", the expression of the man holding the sword suddenly changed, and the fine sword energy shot at him intensively, the protective brilliance flashed randomly, and he flew back without hesitation.

There are only a few weaklings who can be "Wind Hunters" in the Tianlu Mountains. They all came out of the bloody fight. Seeing that the situation was not good, they put their lives first, and saw their companions who were frozen but still struggled and were not completely killed. , was shattered into a pool of flesh and blood ice crystals by the aftermath attack of the flying sword energy. He felt cold in his heart and just wanted to escape from here quickly.

A spear of will-o'-the-wisp suddenly emerged from the air and shot towards the back of the man holding the knife. Strangely, it made no sound.

"Second-level ghost!"

The man was on guard, and he slashed like a whirlwind with his backhand.

The light of the sword poured down like a sword, crushing the insidious attack from behind in one fell swoop. As a lesson to his companions, he did not dare to let the ghosts hurt him, it was too terrifying.

I knew I had hit the hardest iron plate this time.

Deep in my heart, I scolded the two idiots who were looking for the target.

The sword-wielding monk's body suddenly became hot, and then he realized that the fine sword energy that collided with his body turned into strands of fire and entangled him. The escape talisman in his hand could not be activated in time, and the flames engulfed his whole body. It burned, and the protective weapon was instantly damaged.

"It's really hot...impossible!"

The sword-wielding monk screamed as if he had seen a ghost. He was also a foundation-building monk. How could he cast third-level true fire?
Could it be that the Jindan monk is pretending to be here to trick people?

He desperately used his Yuan Power and tried to resist with water magic. However, the violent consumption of magic power and the blazing real fire attacking his body made it difficult for him to continue. The pain was unbearable and he shouted: "I surrender, I surrender." All property, please spare my life, senior..."

"Tsk", the sword energy in the air flashed past like fire, splitting the sword-wielding monk in half as he begged for mercy.

Chen Mou did not have the habit of forgiving evil thieves. Like the group of thieves who wanted to steal money last night, he robbed the money instead, repaying retribution in return.

Today, the two thieves dared to ask him to keep Xu'er, which is an unpardonable crime.

He looked back.

Separated by the turbulent wind area of ​​three hundred feet, the two monks hurriedly exited the passage, greased their soles and fled far away. They were familiar with the terrain and did not worry about running into the messy remaining restrictions.

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(End of this chapter)