Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

The blood-red mist engulfed his back.

Calm returned to the surroundings.

Only the faint sound of laughter echoed.

"Hahahaha……"

Xian Miao hereby solemnly promises that in the real-life plot outside of the deductions in this book, there will be no behavior of Tang San such as the death of his wife or his Taoist partner, otherwise he will be struck by lightning from heaven and will never be reborn!

I see a lot of people worry about this, but it’s actually unnecessary. Life is already so tiring, why should I write this kind of (expletive) plot?

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Chapter 86: Dancing with Evil

A few minutes later.

A stream of red light descended.

Xiang Feng's face was as gloomy as water, and anger was bursting from his eyes.

Ever since he broke through to the foundation-building stage, no one has ever dared to offend him like this.

Not to mention, the guidance of the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman indicated that the other party was the murderer of his nephew.

"Okay, very good!"

"Don't let me catch you!"

Xiang Feng did not stop and stepped into this mysterious territory.

******

A blood mist as thin as gauze and water spread.

Anle's entire body is covered with gray-black armor to protect him from inhaling toxic substances.

"In this way, Xiang Feng should not cause trouble for Su Dai."

He sighed, suppressed his worry and reluctance towards Su Dai, and his expression became serious and cold.

Unlike the situation before when Zhu Ming was grabbed and killed by countless arms as soon as he moved, the mist seemed to have undergone subtle changes and was very calm.

It was eerily quiet.

There seemed to be something extra in the blood mist, quietly watching and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Anle did not rush around, but calmed down and observed.

"Vision, hearing, smell...all five senses are weakened."

"Then, the spiritual consciousness of foundation building should be the same."

He turned to look at the woman in red beside him.

"Fortunately, I have Xiao Xiaohong."

After the initial vigilance and uneasiness, the woman in red seemed to adapt to the environment very quickly and looked contented.

Coming here feels like coming home.

Honestly speaking, Anle now inexplicably felt a sense of comfort, which might be related to his experience of becoming a ghost during the deduction.

"This place is a paradise for evil spirits!"

He had some guesses in his mind, so he let Xiao Xiaohong lead the way in front of him and moved forward more carefully.

I had just taken two steps when I saw a dead body.

This is a young man, wearing the robe of Ziyun Sect.

He opened his eyes wide, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and there was a trace of fear on his face.

There were no obvious scars on his body.

But what was strange was that it had not been long since he entered this strange place, but his body had already shown signs of decay and became shriveled and withered.

Not only does it emit a foul odor, but there are also fat white maggots crawling around on the body.

Anle felt a little chill in his heart when he saw this.

But he still bent down and used the tentacles of [Armor] to pick up the storage bag on his body.

This thing is destined for me!

As for the corpse, Anle didn't waste it either.

The blood flames gradually burned, melting the maggots along with them.

There is a saying that goes - let fire purify everything!

If this man is alive in heaven, he will definitely be thanked.

"The corpse of a cultivator has a better effect than that of a wild beast."

Feeling the growth of the blood resentment flame, Anle's eyes lit up slightly, and he looked into the depths of the fog with an ice-cold smile.

"Purple Cloud Sect, Red Feather Sect...don't even think about escaping."

******

at the same time.

Wan Xinrong and other members of the Ziyun Sect were struggling to move forward in the blood mist.

"Uncle Wan, Junior Brother Chen is missing."

Someone walked up to Wan Xinrong and spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing the existence in the blood mist.

"again?"

Wan Xinrong looked unhappy.

In such a short period of time, two of their people were missing.

And in a place like this, disappearance means...

The key point is that even with the spiritual awareness at the foundation-building stage, he didn't notice how the two people disappeared.

Thinking of this, Wan Xinrong shouted.

"Formation!"

Three foundation-building cultivators and three Qi-training cultivators formed a formation together and shared spiritual energy.

Then move very slowly, step by step.

"Hee hee hee……"

The strange laughter appeared from time to time.

The foundation-building cultivator was fine, but the remaining three Qi-cultivating cultivators couldn't help swallowing their saliva, their faces turning pale.

This doesn't look like a blessed land at all, it's clearly a strange place!

"Uncle Wan, how about we retreat? This place... is so wrong."

Someone suggested.

Wan Xinrong and the other three who were building their foundation remained silent.

The three of them vaguely realized that there was some kind of treasure deep in this secret place that was attracting them.

Maybe it can help them go a step further!

Although a few Qi training disciples are important, they are insignificant compared to one's own future.

The person who spoke was helpless and could only sigh in his heart.

At this moment, he felt a weight on his shoulders and asked his companion.

"What are you doing with your hands on my shoulders?"

His companion was surprised and showed him: "Isn't my hand here?"

The man suddenly stopped, and then felt a chill down his spine.

Then, several withered arms emerged from the mist.

He grabbed the body of the Qigong disciple and pulled him into the blood mist.

"Waiting for you!"

Wan Xinrong roared angrily, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his palm, landing on those arms.

Thunder in the Palm!

Specially used to defeat evil spirits.

puff...

Pieces of dry arms were instantly charred and turned into black mud that splashed everywhere.

However, in the blood mist, more and more arms were emerging frantically.

******

The battle reached a stalemate.

The three foundation-building masters attacked at the same time, with an extremely terrifying force.

But in this blood mist, the power of any spell seemed to be weakened.

In addition to the withered arms, many strange evil spirits were also attracted.

Very difficult to deal with.

The most important thing is that their number seems to never end.

"This can't go on like this!"

Wan Xinrong made up his mind and activated a magic talisman, reminding.

"Hold each other, don't let go!"

The magical fluctuations dissipated, temporarily repelling the evil invasion.

The space around the group was slightly distorted, and they were about to be teleported away.

At this moment, two large hands covered in pitch-black armor stretched out from the mist and grabbed the two Qi-cultivating monks.

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

Seeing this, Wan Xinrong's blood rushed to his head, but because he had to control the talisman, he couldn't take action in time.

The two foundation-building practitioners nearby reacted quickly and cast spells.

But it was still a step too slow.

The two were pulled by a huge force and were dragged into the blood mist in the next second.

Only two shrill screams were heard.

The scenery in front of everyone changed, and they arrived at another place.

Wan Xinrong gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

"Damn it! That's not an evil spirit, it's a living person!"

"A living person?"

The others were angry and their eyes widened in surprise.

"How did he get involved in the evil?"

"That person, isn't he afraid of death?"

******

I saw the breath of several living creatures dissipate.

The many evil spirits did not leave, but quietly and silently surrounded this strange creature wrapped in armor.

They vaguely felt that the other party was a living person.

But he had the same kind of aura on him, and there was also an indescribable sense of danger.