After Zhou Qingchen left, He Ziren, who finally spoke up, stared at Pang Jian coldly.
Pang Jian stayed alone in a secluded corner like a lone wolf, always maintaining a sitting posture and regulating his breathing.
With his head lowered, he didn't care at all about the exploration inside the pile of rocks by the Zhou and Ning families.
He also turned a deaf ear to He Ziren's words.
"I'm asking you a question."
Seeing that Pang Jian remained silent, He Ziren, who had been dissatisfied with him since he first met him, suddenly spoke in a cold voice.
The young master of the He family had been ignored by Zhou Qingchen for a long time and was full of anger with nowhere to vent. He did not expect that a small hunter would dare to ignore his questions.
He frowned and looked, and found that the gloomy and cold air emanating from the pile of rocks was actually gathering densely beside Pang Jian.
He Ziren was immediately startled, and looked at Pang Jian in surprise, then approached him tiptoe.
Pang Jian, who was immersed in his spiritual practice, pretended not to hear his question. He thought He Ziren would ignore him, but he did not expect that the young master of the He family would not give up.
Helplessly, Pang Jian was forced to stop absorbing the "Xuan Yin Qi" and raised his head slightly and said, "I don't know."
"What are you doing?"
When he got closer, the young master of the He family felt the extremely low temperature around Pang Jian, and he had no intention of letting him go easily.
"The spiritual energy locked in the Jedi contains the cold and extremely poisonous Xuanyin power, which is not something that ordinary people can handle. If I'm not mistaken, you were absorbing the Xuanyin power before, right? You... are still fine?"
He Ziren took a deep breath, as if he had discovered a new world, and said in a low voice, "Boy, what kind of vicious magic formula are you practicing?"
Only those with the right spells, or unwelcome evil cultivators, would dare to try to guide this kind of "Xuan Yin power" into the body and slowly refine the sinister power hidden within it.
A small hunter actually knew how to refine the "Xuanyin power", which made He Ziren suspicious.
His cold eyes flickered as he carefully examined Pang Jian, thinking of several ways to torture him, and thought to himself, "Perhaps, I can get some unexpected gains from this hunter."
Pang Jian said woodenly: "You are mistaken."
"Could I be wrong?"
He Ziren walked forward, grabbed Pang Jian's clothes on his chest and lifted him up.
The sharp-eyed young master of the He family stared straight at Pang Jian and threatened with a sneer: "Boy, if I'm in a bad mood, I'll just kill a lowly hunter like you."
"And you..."
He Ziren grinned, lifted Pang Jian higher, and said mockingly: "If you dare to touch me, with your background and status, you will have no place in the entire Fourth Realm."
He Ziren, who has reached the Tongmai realm, has unobstructed meridians in his body, and his spiritual power flows freely, making him extremely powerful.
Under his powerful strength, Pang Jian, who was taller and stronger than him, was lifted into the air.
Pang Jian, who couldn't keep his feet on the ground, hurriedly took out the long sword from his waist, intending to fight to the death.
“Wow!”
He Ziren shook his head and sneered, his body suddenly glowed with a hazy light and covered with spiritual power.
"With the long sword in your hand, you are not even qualified to break my flesh."
He Ziren swung Pang Jian's body, making him sway like a kite, and encouraged him in a humiliating tone: "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."
“Dangdang!”
Pang Jianuo really swung his knife and stabbed He Ziren's arm, but it was like hitting a bronze wall. It failed to break He Ziren's flesh and did not cause him any harm.
He Ziren laughed strangely: "It's no use what I said."
Seeing that he could not do anything to He Ziren and was being lifted up high by this man by his clothes, unable to even get away, Pang Jian looked at the pile of rocks with a cold face.
The Ning family and the Zhou family need someone who is familiar with the Cenji Mountains. Before the exploration mission is completed, they cannot do without him for the time being.
—He was going to make some noise.
"Answer my question, or you will die immediately."
He Ziren suddenly stopped shaking his hand, allowing Pang Jian to stabilize his body in mid-air. He then pressed his other hand against Pang Jian's Dantian Spiritual Sea and whispered, "As long as I can prove that you practiced evil, I will have a reason to kill you, and I can naturally explain it to Ning Yao."
Knowing that he couldn't avoid it, Pang Jian had to scream loudly, trying to attract the attention of the Zhou and Ning families.
But his scream was drowned out by the sudden shrill whistle coming from deep in the rubble.
This time the strange howl was even more shrill and terrifying, and it was no longer the sound of the wind, but like the roar of some hidden monster!
When this sharp and strange howl was uttered, anyone who listened to it, whether inside or outside the pile of rocks, began to bleed from the ears and noses, as if they were being bombarded by some evil spiritual frenzy.
Not only the people from the Ning and Zhou families in the pile of rocks, but even the unicorn rhinoceros and the war horses outside were all hit hard and looked dazed.
Pang Jian's chest felt hot, and the bronze plate that was pressed against his skin shone with a faint light, which prevented his mind and will from being affected by the strange howling.
He came back to his senses in an instant, and then saw that the arm that He Ziren had raised was now hanging down weakly.
Not only that, even the hazy light that appeared on He Ziren's body when he circulated his spiritual power disappeared due to the shrieking sound in the pile of rocks.
Inside and outside the pile of rocks, everyone who was eroded by the howling sound looked lost and bewildered, as if they didn't know who they were.
As if the shrieks that could pierce the eardrums continued to be heard, Pang Jian immediately realized that the people from the Ning family and the Zhou family might have encountered danger and terror in the pile of rocks again.
When his feet landed on the solid ground again, he immediately clenched the long sword in both hands.
The sharp and piercing whistling sound seemed to have the magical power to lead people to the evil abyss. Pang Jian held a long knife and looked at He Ziren's dazed face, his eyes as cold as an extremely cold ice cave.
After only a moment's hesitation, he looked ferocious and stabbed He Ziren's heart with the tip of the knife.
“Puff!”
Without the protection of the hazy spiritual light, Pang Jian's blade immediately broke through the flesh of the young master of the He family and continued to penetrate into his chest.
Under the severe pain, He Ziren actually resisted the evil power contained in the howling and was suddenly awakened by the pain.
The noble young man who was born in the He family of the fourth realm and has always been admired by ordinary people could not believe his eyes.
His face, still bleeding, looked extremely terrifying, his eyes were filled with rage and anger. He stared at Pang Jian, who was still struggling hard, trying to do something.
"Then I'll try."
Pang Jian chose to look him straight in the eye, his tone and expression were extremely calm, without any fear or uneasiness in his eyes.
The blade continued to go deeper, but Pang's hands holding the knife did not tremble at all, as if he had done this countless times.
"you!"
He Ziren opened his mouth to speak in excruciating pain, but only spat out a mouthful of thick blood.
"boom!"
Like Liu Qi, he also fell to the ground with Pang Jian's long knife stuck in his chest.
After stabbing He Ziren, who had been plotting to murder him, to death with the help of a strange scream, Pang Jian took a deep breath and violently pulled out the blood-stained knife.
As blood spurted out wildly, Pang Jian dodged like lightning and looked at the pile of rocks with a long knife that smelled of blood.
He was trying to determine what kind of horrible crisis the people from the Ning and Zhou families who had entered the pile of stones had encountered, and then he saw shadows floating out from the corpses of those Blood Moon practitioners.
The shadow was equally blurry, and similar to the aura of the "beast evil" that had been sucked out by his "Hutian Yangqi Jue" and was supposed to enter his spiritual sea.
These shadows were in human form, and because their level was much higher than that of the "beast demons", even he could see them with his naked eyes.
Phantom shadows formed from the souls of dead practitioners flew out from the corpses and pounced towards the people from the Ning and Zhou families. Some of the shadows even entered the bodies of the living.
The person possessed by the shadow suddenly lost his own thoughts and consciousness and began to kill people around him.
"Evil ghost? Dead soul?"
Pang Jian was secretly surprised and shocked by the strange phenomenon that was beyond his comprehension. He stood there in a daze for a moment.
"boom!"
A towering deep red mountain suddenly emerged from behind the tall Zhou Qingchen, slowly rising above his head.
The Red Mountain was suspended in the void, majestic and solemn, releasing a powerful aura that seemed to be able to deter all evil in the heavens.
Zhou Qingchen, who was in a state of shock and confusion, regained consciousness in time as the red mountain emerged. He suddenly raised his arms and shouted, "Red clouds fill the sky!"
From the majestic and slowly rising sacred mountain, a dazzling red glow suddenly burst out, covering the people around him.
"They are not from Blood Moon, but from Yinling Temple! They are just wearing Blood Moon's clothes! Damn it, it is Yinling Temple who died in this desperate place, and their souls transformed into high-level evil spirits!"
After Zhou Qingchen, Han Duping, who was awakened by the crimson glow, stomped his feet and cursed in anger.
"Someone from the Yinling Temple?"
Ning Yuanshan, Ning Yao and others were also awakened one after another. They were all cursing the practitioners of Yinling Temple, asking why they wore Blood Moon's clothes after death, which caused Han Duping to misjudge and make everyone enter the pile of stones prematurely.
Ning Yuanshan, shouting loudly, took out the Flame Dragon Stone Pillar that had previously helped Pang Jian resist the "beast evil", and ignited a sea of fire again, covering several people possessed by the "spiritual evil".
Under the extremely strong and yang power of heat, the "evil spirit" is forced to escape from the body of the possessed person and hide in a cool place nearby.
At this time, Zhou Qingchen, Han Duping, Ning Yuanshan, Ning Yao and others all made efforts, each summoning their own weapons to hunt down the "evil spirits" that showed their traces.
Several practitioners who have reached the Tongmai realm worked together to kill or expel the so-called high-level "spiritual evil".
"Hehe, this didn't kill you."
Suddenly, a soft and charming laugh came from the white paper fan. When everyone turned their heads to look, they saw blood-red bamboos flying out from the white paper.
The blood bamboos were like bones and muscles, woven and constructed in the void, quickly transforming into a misty blood shadow with an enchanting posture.
The blood shadow, whose true appearance was not revealed, flew in the air without touching the ground, laughing sweetly, and drifted towards the depths of the silent mountains.
"Little ones, I'm going inside first. We'll see each other again. Haha, after being trapped in that broken fan for hundreds of years, I can finally get out. I will never be imprisoned by that old thing in the Yinling Temple again."
The woman with a slim figure kept muttering to herself as she gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
The "evil spirits" that escaped from the Zhou and Ning families followed her from all directions as she floated away, and disappeared from everyone's sight one by one.
The frightened crowd wanted to chase after her but they could not catch up with her speed and could only watch her and the "Spiritual Evil" disappear.
“Boom! Boom!”
Not long after she left, the one-horned rhinos ridden by the Zhou family fell to the ground and died one after another.
Many practitioners who came with Zhou Qingchen also died in this disaster, and from the Ning family, except for Ning Yao and Ning Yuanshan, only Zhang Heng was left alive.
In a short period of time, the Zhou and Ning families suffered heavy losses, and both families were dejected and felt greatly frustrated.
"Why did He Ziren die too?"
After Ning Yuanshan recovered from his shock, he came to the outside of the pile of rocks and soon found the young master of the He family lying in a pool of blood.
The hideous bloody hole on He Ziren's chest was still gushing out blood. He fell to the ground with his eyes open looking up at the sky, his face filled with rage and unwillingness.
Pang Jian, holding a blood-stained sword, stood quietly by the side without saying a word.
Ning Yuanshan looked serious and asked in a cold voice: "Did you do it?"
"I've also been possessed by an evil spirit." Pang Jian said helplessly.
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