In the Miao Village in the valley, there is a Miao altar on the hillside, on the platform on the mountain, a place illuminated by the blazing flames, a thin and hunched figure stands tall, looking up at the sky with his head raised.

Suddenly, at this critical moment, a low and mysterious voice sounded in the valley, like a whisper, like a darkness, echoing and entangling in every inch of Qilidong.

The red light flashed in the storm swept across the sky, and then quickly grew bigger. With the great wizard standing on the mountain platform as the center, it spread to the entire Qilidong. Wherever it passed, the storm tornadoes swept down, flying sand and stones, all of which stopped.

Countless Miao people immediately worshiped the altar like respecting the gods, and Miao yelled urgently, "Great Wizard!"

It turned out that the red light was emitted from the old Miao wizard who had lived on a mountain platform for more than 300 years. To be precise, it was emitted from a wooden stick in his hand.

The wooden stick was pitch black and stood taller than the great wizard. Especially at the top of the wooden stick, there was a strange stone that was neither gold nor jade. Under the support of the great wizard's mysterious witch power, it emitted an increasingly strong red light.

The great wizard raised his hands high above the top, and the tall wooden stick pointed straight into the sky, fighting against the mysterious giant bird in the sky with all his might. However, as time passed, the pressure passed from the sky became increasingly greater and more powerful, and it was already inhumane!

At this moment, a big green hand poked out from the yellow bird, and it became bigger and bigger, pressing a palm against the blood-red light curtain.

With the sound of "bang", the great wizard fell to the ground after making a howl.

And the green hand grabbed out of thin air, and the black staff inlaid with bone jade immediately flew up quickly and threw themselves into the big hand that was flowing with green light.

A sentence fell from mid-air and echoed slowly, "It's time for these two things to return to the original owner."

On the earth, Qilidong, there was only an old man left. On the platform, he gasped in despair and shouted: "Beast monster! That's a beast monster! How dare you..."

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Legend is a very strange thing. It seems that some things have reasons to be passed down, so people pass on their mouth, or some literati write them down with notes.

But the longer it is circulated, the more the legend itself will gradually change, and the people and things of the past gradually become beyond recognition. With the addition of countless people and the tempering of time and years, who still remembers the truth of the past? Who cares?

So the legend finally became a legend, just like the beautiful and gentle woman, slowly changing her face in time.

Can you still recognize each other tens of millions of years later?

Southern Xinjiang, 100,000 mountains, and the ancient cave of the Demon Suppression.

In the deepest part of southern Xinjiang, as long as you travel through countless mountains and rivers, pass through the vast black forest, and cross seven dangerous mountains, you will be a mountain surrounded by black air and whistling cold wind all year round.

And under this bare mountain without a tree or a grass, there is a big hole.

The entrance of the cave is three meters high and five meters wide. There is a constant roaring wind coming out from it all year round, with sharp noises mixed in.

In the middle of the cave entrance, a stone statue stood upright, as big as a life-sized person. It looked like a beautiful woman, facing the depths of the demon-suppressing cave.

On this day, a giant bird like a phoenix flew over the sky, with its wings holding a strong wind and slowly descending while gently swaying.

When the wind stopped, six people jumped off the back of the orange-yellow bird and walked straight towards the deep ancient cave.

Just as the few people walked, just in front of the woman's stone statue, a ball of white air suddenly emerged from the entrance of the ancient demon-suppressing cave, which immediately formed a strong contrast with the surrounding black air and yin wind, just like paste entering ink, which is strange and strange!

The white energy gathered more and more, gradually condensed into shape, and turned into a human form. He suddenly became a tall man, like a god of war, holding a giant sword in his right hand and a large shield in his left hand. His body was completely composed of white energy, which was shaking in the cold wind, but his body movements and even his expression on his face were completely visible, and he was glaring at several people.

With the crisp sound of the golden bell, Bi Yao was walking in athletic manner, looking at the stone statue woman at the entrance of the cave, but was suddenly shocked by the scene. She took a breath of cold air for a while and whispered to herself: "What a ghost!"

She is from the Demon Sect and knows a little about such ghosts: According to ancient sayings, only the soul and soul are immortal when life is old and dead. After a lifetime, the soul and soul will leave the body and go to the next life, and will be reincarnated for generations.

However, there are resentful spirits in the world. Because of the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, and because of fear, evil, and fear, they are attached to the world, looking back on the past, and not wanting to be reborn, this is a "yin spirit".

The ghost that I saw was definitely not those ordinary ghosts, but the most rare "evil spirit" in the legend.

This kind of soul is mostly a person with profound practice during his lifetime, but after his death, he gave up his rebirth because of some extremely deep indignation and obsession, and was willing to protect something, become a desolate wild ghost, and float in the sun.

Such a fierce spirit has already had a high level of Taoism, and it has ghost power after death, so it is even more fierce. Ordinary cultivators are no match for them at all, and they can be said to be fierce ghosts that are not even one in a thousand.

However, people who practice cultivation often regard rebirth more than ordinary people, and few people give up rebirth, so evil spirits are so rare.

Biyao was a little surprised and puzzled. She didn't know who the husband and the woman were going to meet. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Zhang Xiaofan.

But it happened that Zhang Xiaofan was just in time to come, and Bi Yao immediately smiled beautifully...

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The evil spirit looked at the several people walking towards him coldly and shouted coldly!

"People in the world come here just to find one person." A young Taoist in the crowd replied calmly.

"Roar!" The evil spirit immediately roared, and the huge sword slashed out across the sky. In an instant, sand and soil flew, and the land far and near seemed to be shaking. A sword of energy rushed towards several people!

The young Taoist shook his head and sighed softly. The green light burst out in his hand, condensed forward, and immediately pinched the Qi sword and the evil spirit into a ball, blocked it directly, and turned into a blue light ball floating in the air.

He looked back at the people behind him and said, "This cave is a bit dangerous. Next, let me and the White Fox Girl enter. You can wait outside for a while."

"Okay." Zhang Xiaofan answered first, Bi Yao and the two spirit foxes followed closely.

The young Taoist looked at the white fox and said, "Then I'm going to bother the girl."

The white fox looked calm and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes: "I will do my best."

The two of them didn't say much at the moment, and walked inward around the stone statue at the entrance of the cave.

Darkness, deep darkness...
Chapter completed!