Xianhong Road

Chapter 31 Weird Changes
A layer of light green mist that was hard to see with the naked eye fell on the wound on the young man's body.

According to Yang Fan's previous experience, whether it is a wound, a scar, or a scar, the Rain Dew Technique can easily handle it.

The moment the green mist touched the wound, a sudden change occurred.

sizzle sizzle~
The wound covered by the rain and dew technique suddenly emitted traces of black poisonous smoke, which only made people dizzy.

Moreover, a puddle of blood emerged from the wound, and the flesh and blood melted, making people sick.

Yang Fan's complexion changed in shock, and with a "thump" sound, he retreated several feet away, carefully watching the change of the corpse.

"There won't be a corpse change..."

Yang Fan's face was strange, and he found that the black poisonous smoke from the wound gradually subsided, and a puddle of blood flowed out in front of the corpse, melting into the ground.

swoosh~
It took a long time for this change to disappear, but the flesh and blood festered and melted a large area near the wound of the corpse.

Such a weird change made Yang Fan both disgusted and curious.

"Why did this change happen..."

Yang Fan rested his chin to think, but still couldn't figure it out.

Finally, he sighed softly: "It seems that there are still many mysteries in this "Xianhong Jue", which needs to be explored by yourself."

Improving cultivation by healing the wounded is just one of the effects he has explored.

"It's not suitable to stay in this barren mountain and wild forest."

Yang Fan finally suppressed his curiosity and left the wilderness regardless of the corpse.

call!
He performed the "Dead Wood Technique" again, adjusted his breath, and made himself look more like an ordinary person.

In order to prevent being recognized by familiar monks after going to "Xiuyu Pavilion", Yang Fan performed "Transformation" to make his body a bit taller, and even changed his facial muscles.

Deadwood Kung Fu + Transfiguration

The former adjusts breath, while the latter changes body shape and slightly changes appearance.Yang Fan believes that unless someone is very familiar with him, it is impossible to recognize him easily.

Afterwards, he came to the vicinity of the official road, untied the horses' reins, and took advantage of the faint night to gallop against the wind when dawn came.

Not long after Yang Fan left, a flying eagle with green eyes suddenly flew in the night sky.

The flying eagle landed near the two corpses, hovered for a moment, and then flew away through the air.

In less than a moment, there was a sound of piercing in the sky, and a fat old Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe descended from the sky riding a gloomy black mist.

He looked at the two corpses below, and fixed on the young man's corpse.

Beside this corpse, there was a puddle of strange blood, and the rot and scars on the corpse were even more shocking.

"Strange... Could it be that my enemy from 'Ghost Path' has appeared?"

The fat old Taoist looked terrified, unfolded his consciousness, and looked around, but found nothing.

After pondering for a long time, he waved his hand, and two wisps of strange green fire shot into the two corpses below.

Soon, the two corpses began to squirm, and even got up from the ground.

"The original owners of these two corpses are both immortal cultivators, and they still have a concentrating period..."

The fat old Taoist had a slightly happy expression on his face.

He then began to maneuver the two corpses to walk.

"what?"

The fat old man stared at the corpse of the young man, and found that manipulating this corpse was a bit more difficult than that of the one in the concentration stage.

Seeing such a scene, the fat old Taoist priest's face became solemn, and a few wisps of strange greenery sprang out from his hands, pouring into the body of the young man's corpse.

sizzle sizzle~
Waves of light smoke emanated from a certain part of the young man's body, and it took a few breaths before he settled down.

"What kind of skill is this, it seems to restrain my 'ghost way' spell..."

The fat old Taoist had a solemn face and cold eyes, and reached out to pat a special black pocket on his waist.

A gloomy breath spewed out from the pocket, covering the two puppet-like corpses.

In an instant, the two corpses disappeared and were put into black pockets.

After doing this, the fat old Taoist rode the black mist into the sky, and as for the flying eagle with the green fire, it didn't know where to go to find the target.

"It will be dawn soon... Since you are here, why don't you go to the 'Xiuyu Pavilion', I need some refining materials."

After all, the fat old Taoist priest flew towards Xiuyugefang City in the black mist.

……

Speaking of Yang Fan, after leaving the wasteland, he hurried along the official road.

However, after flying for a while, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

After he left the wilderness where the battle took place, due to the mutation, he did not deal with the two corpses.

Now, when he thought of those two corpses, he felt a little uneasy.

Although Yang Fan is mentally tough, this is the first time he has done such a thing as killing people and seizing treasures.

"Forget it, those two are dead anyway, as long as I'm careful and don't take out that middle-grade spiritual weapon easily, there won't be any major problems."

After thinking about it, Yang Fan temporarily asked about the two corpses.

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, Yang Fan suddenly had a strange reaction in his heart.

He couldn't help looking up at the sky, but with his eyesight, he could only see a blur of black mist.

"That is……"

There was a flash of light in Yang Fan's eyes, looking up at the black mist.

Faintly, he saw a slightly fat figure, riding the black mist under his feet, and walking in the sky.

"This person turned out to be a demon monk!"

Yang Fan was taken aback, and quickly removed the "spiritual eye technique" to avoid being noticed by the other party.

After a few breaths, the black mist disappeared from Yang Fan's sight.

"The man just now is at least a cultivator above the late stage of Concentration, why did I suddenly have a reaction to his arrival..."

Yang Fan wondered secretly, but still wanted to be different.

However, he had already paid attention to this matter, and remembered the monk's figure and general outline on the black mist.

After spending a few more days, Yang Fan finally arrived at a river near "Xiuyu Pavilion", named "Qingjiang River".

"Qingjiang River" is an inland river that winds for thousands of miles and shuttles through extremely large valleys.

"Qingjianghe, Xiuyu Pavilion, this is not the first time I have come here..."

Yang Fan sighed softly, looking at the undercurrent turbulent river in front of him, leading directly to the land of mountains and valleys.

When he was six years old, his father took him to "Xiuyu Pavilion" once, and then sent him to "Yangjiabao".

Later, after he was promoted to the Concentration stage, he also flew with the sword and visited Xiuyu Pavilion once, trying to find some clues about his father, but he returned in vain.

At this moment, he came to "Xiuyu Pavilion" for the third time, but as a low-level pharmacist.

This time, Yang Fan couldn't fly by like the previous two times, so he could only look for a ferry on the shore.

Yang Fan still vaguely remembered the route of Xiuyu Pavilion. He found several fishermen and hired them to go to Xiuyu Pavilion.

However, most of these fishermen do not know where the "Xiuyu Pavilion" is.

"Young Master, I heard that you want to go to 'Xiuyu Pavilion'?"

At this moment, a young man with mischievous eyebrows came over.

"Yes, do you know some information?"

Yang Fan smiled slightly, knowing that there was something to be done, he must not be the only monk going to "Xiuyu Pavilion", and there were not a few monks who were below the stage of concentrating. They must have crossed by boat through certain channels.

"Young master, come with me."

The boy winked at Yang Fan and said very cleverly.

Yang Fan understood, followed the young man for four or five miles, entered a teahouse, then walked in through the back door, and came to a pockmarked middle-aged man.

"Third Master, I brought you a man, he is going to 'Xiuyu Pavilion'."

The young man said flatteringly to the pockmarked middle-aged man.

"Well, I will reward you with these two coins."

The middle-aged man with a pockmarked face sent the young man away, looked at Yang Fan, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, are you going to 'Xiuyu Pavilion'? We are in charge of this, please come with me."

"Please lead the way."

Yang Fan discovered that this person was a monk in the mid-stage of Qi refining, and the pockmarked face of the other party was probably the result of disguise.

Along a secret passage, the pockmarked middle-aged man brought Yang Fan to a spacious hall.

As soon as the door was opened, the light inside was soft and there was a faint scent of sandalwood.

Yang Fan glanced across the hall, his pupils shrank slightly.

(Chapter 1 arrives, no less recommendations)
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