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The old man had a hesitation in his eyes. He walked around Mu Feng three times with a lantern, and finally returned to him.

"You really want to know?"

Mu Feng nodded and said, "I want to."

"Then let's go with me."

The old man stretched out his right arm and grabbed Mu Feng's left hand. A cold and cold air came from his fingers, causing Mu Feng's body to tremble. The Tianxing Divine Art automatically operated, causing a repulsion.

The old man screamed strangely, stared at Mu Feng in surprise, and said in confusion: "Aren't you a yin person? How could you have such a fierce and masculine aura?"

The starlight in the night sky originates from stars and contains the most yang and strong power. Mu Feng practices the magic technique of the sky star. The stars are acupoints, which contains the most powerful pure yang power in the world, which makes the old man quite frightened.

Mu Feng looked at the old man's right hand, half weak and half solid, and the whole palm had no flesh and blood, only cold bones, which made him feel uncomfortable.

The Xuanyin Qi repels the spiritual energy of the sky in the body, but because of the relationship between the mountains, rivers, and earth skills, there will be no hostile conflict.

“Where to go?”

Mu Feng's tone was very calm and he was not panicked or anxious.

"Go to collect your soul first and let me tell you later."

The old man held the lantern in his left hand and Mu Feng's hand in his right hand. He returned to the place where he had appeared before, and a series of green ghosts flew towards the lantern.

Mu Feng looked curious and asked, "What are you doing to collect your soul? These are all disciples who died unjustly in Shanhe Palace."

The old man said, "Who will not leave any resentment when he dies? There is no one who wants to die when he is alive. I will use these ghosts to collect them. What is your name? How old is it?"

"Mu Feng, thirteen years old, where are you?"

"Thirteen years old? Hehe, why do I think you are like a thirty-year-old? Just call me Yin Bo."

The old man moved very fast, and soon all the unjustly dead ghosts in the Shanhe Palace were put into the lanterns.

Mu Feng looked at the lantern and asked, "What is this?"

Yin Bo said casually: "This is the soul-guiding lamp, which has the ability to collect souls, capture souls, suppress souls, and refine souls, which is extremely mysterious."

Lifting the lantern, Yin Bo blew a breath inside, and suddenly a harsh roar. Countless ghosts were crying. The candlelight inside was flashing with a shimmer, and characters appeared, with different lights.

"Hehe, there are still some good things in this Shanhe Palace."

Mu Feng said in confusion: "What does it mean?"

"You will know after watching it slowly, let's go."

The soul-guiding lamp in Yin Bo's hand shot out a ray of light, falling hundreds of feet away.

Uncle Yin took Mu Feng to the place. After searching for it, he found a spiritual weapon, but it had a slight flaw.

Then, the soul-guiding lamp shot out another ray of light, pointing several miles away, and found another spiritual weapon with Yin Bo.

“Can it still hunt for treasure?”

Mu Feng felt it was too incredible. He was looking for treasures in the Soul-Starting Lamp, and no matter how he thought about it, he felt something was wrong.

The Yin Bosie smiled and said, "It's not that it can hunt treasures, it's that it can read the memories of those ghosts and learn about some good things nearby from their memories during their lifetime."

Mu Feng said in surprise: "So, you have found a lot of good things with this soul-stimulating lamp?"

Yin Bo smiled but said nothing, looking quite proud. Under the guidance of the Soul-Starting Lamp, he finally found a formation plate, and the old face showed excitement.

Mu Feng asked, "What makes you so happy?"

Yin Bo said excitedly: "Do you know what formation is engraved on this array plate?"

Mu Feng took a few glances and found it was a tortoise shell array plate. It looked very old, with winding patterns quite complicated, and there was no clue in a short period of time.

"What formation?"

"Eighth-level spiritual gathering array."

"What!"

Mu Feng exclaimed, the Eighth Level Spirit Gathering Formation is the most famous formation in Shanhe Palace and the most precious thing. Unexpectedly, it ended up falling into Yin Bo's hands.

"Hehe, this is a good thing, do you want it?"

Yin Bo's words made Mu Feng stunned and subconsciously responded: "I want it."

"If you want, follow me. Maybe one day I will give it to you when I am happy."

Uncle Yin smiled a little, his eyes rolling constantly.

Mu Feng's eyes were deep, and he fell into deep thought.

Mu Feng was worried that he had nowhere to go. Although this Yin Bo was strange and gloomy, he seemed to have no hostility towards him, and following him was also a choice.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Mu Feng made a decision, and his beautiful face showed a naughty feeling. He was actually quite interested in Yin Bo.

Yin Bo's mind tightened. Looking at Mu Feng's smile, he felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"Don't regret it, boy."

After leaving a threatening word, Yin Bo pulled Mu Feng away quickly.

"This seems to be a teleportation array. Where are we going?"

Seeing Yin Bo dig out a formation plate and activate the teleportation array on it, Mu Feng vaguely guessed that the place he was going to must not be close to.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. I'll tell you when the time comes."

Yin Bo pulled Mu Feng into the teleportation array, but when the light flashed, the two disappeared, and the teleportation array plate also shattered, as if it was a disposable magic weapon.

Cangzhou is vast, with tens of thousands of sects of cultivation, and has ancient families, holy places, holy sects, holy sects, holy sects and other giants with long-standing heritage. There are also many super sects and first-class sects of cultivation.

In the central part of Cangzhou, there is a mountain that stretches for 100,000 miles, which looks like a huge Scorpio, entrenches the heart of Cangzhou and looks proud of the seven realms.

This mountain has a vast atmosphere and has countless legends for the past few years. It has attracted countless people who practice and seek immortals to explore. It is one of the seven secret realms of Cangzhou.

Deep in the mountains, giant trees are towering in the sky, various flying springs and waterfalls, spiritual birds and fairies can be seen everywhere, and there are also spiritual lights soaring into the sky, nurturing strange fate, which is an ancient wilderness world.

Mu Feng stepped into the teleportation array and appeared among the mountains the next moment, surrounded by endless peaks, extending to the horizon.

In the past, the thousands of mountains where the Shanhe Hall was located were also deep mountains and large saps, with a vast territory, but it was too far behind in front of you.

Uncle Yin looked at Mu Feng's stunned appearance and smiled and said, "How is it, it's much bigger than Qianshan, right?"

Mu Feng came back to his senses and asked, "Where is this?"

Uncle Yin smiled, his body was like a dream under the moonlight, and it was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

"This is the Scorpio Ten Thousand Mountain, one of the seven secret realms in Cangzhou."

With a flash, Yin Bo carried a lantern and pulled Mu Feng to quickly walk through the mountains and forests, one step a thousand feet away. That speed was definitely not something that Mu Feng could achieve.

Mu Feng paid attention to the surrounding mountains and terrain, secretly observing Yin Bo's strength, and found that this half-fair old man was really extraordinary and could not see through him at all.

In a moment, Yin Bo brought Mu Feng to a valley with cold and cold yin energy. There was silence around him, and no trace of animals could be seen. A few cold and cold plants swayed slightly in the night wind.

The valley is extremely cold, the yin energy is extremely strong, and the white mist is everywhere, so it is impossible to see the situation on the ground clearly.

Yin Bo entered the valley, his half-empty and half-full body completely became empty. If it weren't for holding Mu Feng's hand, Mu Feng would have no way of feeling his existence.

Walking through the fog, the cold cold air caused Mu Feng's self-defense of the Tianxing Divine Art in his body. The armor on his body shone with a little light, which was not strong but exuded an inexplicable aura.

At this moment, Yin Bo turned into a white bone, and the flesh and blood on his body disappeared completely, but it was faintly visible.

Mu Feng felt a sense of uneasiness. He had experienced life and death before he was eight years old, but now he still felt very nervous when facing this gloomy and terrifying scene.

Uncle Yin slowed down and a grave appeared in front of him, with a tombstone without a word, which looked a bit strange.

This tomb covers a considerable area, located in the deep valley, and is mysterious in the fog.

In front of Yin Bolai's tombstone, he placed the lantern on the tombstone. However, he held the stone with his left hand, and a ray of light shone on the tombstone and slowly moved away, revealing a passage.

Mu Feng looked at all this in shock, his lips slightly opened but stopped in time without making any sound.

Yin Bo pulled Mu Feng into the tunnel, and the two walked on the steps without making any sound.

Mu Feng was extremely surprised. He looked back inadvertently and found that the lantern was still on the tombstone, flashing with strange light.

When the two entered the ancient tomb, the tombstone automatically moved back to their original place. The lanterns on the monument flashed in the fog, as if guiding the lost ghost.

The light in the tomb is bright, soft but not dazzling. Three night pearls are embedded on the top of the wall, emitting a faint light of inspiration.

There is an underground palace inside the tomb. There are no coffins, but instead there are stone beds, stone tables, stone benches, stone cabinets and other daily necessities.

In the center of the underground palace, there is a white jade cold stone, one meter wide and two meter long, emitting extremely cold air. There are complex patterns and intertwined inside like a net, making people unable to see through.

After Yin Bo arrived here, his body changed significantly, his flesh and blood became real, and his body temperature also appeared.

This subtle change did not escape Mu Feng's eyes. He became very interested in Yin Bo. What kind of person is this? Sometimes half-empty and half-full, sometimes turning into bones, and sometimes becoming a normal person.

"How is it, isn't it bad?"

Yin Bo seemed a little proud. Having such an environment in the barren mountains was an emperor-like enjoyment.

"Is this left by my predecessors or did you arrange it yourself?"
To be continued...