In the dark forest, even if the sun is scorching in the sky and a gust of wind blows, Yi Yan feels a little chilling on his back. He hasn't felt this way for a long time. Practitioners' practice is a process of eliminating fear, but no one can truly eliminate fear. If they think they won't be afraid of anything, it's just because they haven't encountered it yet.

Yi Yan originally thought he would no longer be afraid, but when he saw the smiling face on the white flower, he felt inexplicably fear in his heart, which grew from the depths of his heart.

The step he had taken stopped immediately, and he knew that this was the one who had always made him feel uneasy was warning himself.

He used to think about what kind of person he could make him feel scared, but now he really met him.

His insightful eyes looked around and saw nothing. When he looked at the flower on the ground, his smile still remained, and the smile on the flower was quietly staring at Yi Yan. However, this kind of gaze made Yi Yan feel cold and he dared not move.

Yi An and Fang Mingkong next to him both looked at Yi Yan strangely. Yi An looked around and then said in a strange tone: "Brother Seven, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yi Yan immediately reached out to stop her from continuing, and at the same time reached out to push her back. Yi An looked at Yi Yan's gaze and saw an unknown big white flower lying on the ground. The flower looked a little like a sycamore flower that was a few times larger. She looked at her brother staring at the flower with a look of fear on her face.

She looked at the flower again, looked up and saw a tree full of big white flowers. There were also many leaves and on the ground next to it, but my brother just stared at that one. Could it be... my brother planted some magic?

When she thought of this, she suddenly rushed up and stepped on the flower under her feet. Yi Yan was shocked, but he could no longer stop it, because just now his mind was almost attracted by the flower, and he himself didn't know if he had planted any magic.

When Yi An rushed up and stomped the flower, his whole body seemed to suddenly relax, and his heart, which seemed to be being squeezed tightly, suddenly relaxed.

He thought about everything just now in a flash, and felt that his thoughts just now were as solid as his body was stiff, and he thought again that everything just now was like an illusion.

Yi An raised his feet and said with a smile: "A flower was trampled by me."

She said it very easily. Yi Yan didn't want her to worry too, so she smiled and said, "I remembered some things when I saw this flower."

"Oh, Brother Seven, can you tell me what's going on?"

She just smiled and said that she had stepped on the flower so hard that she forgot that she was playing a practitioner, but after laughing, she immediately woke up and said in this tone.

"Haha, I remembered a person who said to me. She said, do you know what is usually under the peach tree? I said there are petals. She said there will be flower tramplers and Tianshi under the peach tree. Now it seems that not only are there flower tramplers under the peach tree, but there are also flowers under the nameless tree in this deserted mountains and wilderness."

Yi Yan looked at the trampled flower, ordinary, but he didn't dare to relax at all. He walked forward, and he couldn't dare to move forward because of this. After walking, he couldn't help looking back and saw a smile on the rotten flower at some point. The smile was a bad smile. Yi Yan saw a chill. In a trance, he seemed to hear laughter. The laughter made him unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman, or an old or a young.

Yi Yan took a deep breath and knew that many spells were born from self-doubt, and he used the fear of others to cast spells.

If the mind is suspicious, the dark ghost will arise. If the mind is impure, it will easily become a mantra from others.

There were still many big white flowers under his feet. Yi Yan found that he had noticed it just now. He looked down and saw strange smiles on the flowers facing him. He raised his feet and was afraid to step on them.

A trace of contemplation flashed through his heart, his feet fell, and a smirk came into his ears.

He walked forward with great strides, no longer looking at the big white flowers on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, he had already walked out of the envelope with a tree of white flowers. He took a deep breath again, and drove away the strange laughter in his heart.

Suddenly, he saw a man standing not far ahead, motionless. It was the ghost monk. He held a dark jar and stared at the ground motionlessly.

Yi Yan saw through the eyes of insight, a huge toad lying in front of him. The toad was about the size of a pile of cow dung, but Yi Yan could be sure that it was definitely not a monster.

Yi Yan was trembling when he saw the man, and he didn't dare to move.

"I was blocked by someone who casts spells, is he the same?" He thought of this, and he broke down a branch and waved it. The branches brought a string of light to nail the toad on the ground. The toad struggled and made a strange sound.

However, the ghost monk looked as if he was ashamed in an instant. He suddenly turned around and looked at Yi Yan and others, reached out and pointed at Yi Yan and said, "You, you, you, you want to die, why bother to pull me up."

Yi Yan's face turned right and said, "I'm in the Xia Bai Qi, haven't you asked Daming Master Daming yet?"

"What kind of name is dead now, only death names. We will die after crossing the line of life and death." The ghost monk said angrily and panic.

"It was me who killed the toad in front of you. It's not your business. If you are afraid, just go back. I have never heard of any line of life and death. People in the world are going to the road of the world. Who can be afraid of it? How can they be afraid of practicing?" Yi Yan said quickly, as if he was convinced, because for some reason, a trace of fear arose in his heart. Although the sun is very large in the sky, he feels cold on his back.

"Not afraid, who else in this world can be afraid of him when facing him? Do you know who he is? He is the Demon Lord of Baipi. Those who see him will be afraid and want to escape. No matter who faces him, his magic power will be greatly reduced. Most people even run away from a distance by just one glance by him.

When Yi Yan heard him speak this name, he couldn't help but think of Baipi Courtyard in Kunming Governor's Office. The courtyard seemed to have happened decades ago.

"That's just because the person who is against him cannot control his own fear. I think as long as we can stick to our original heart, his mantra will definitely be difficult to apply, so why should we be afraid?" Yi Yan said.

"You said lightly. How could you not have thought of these people over the years? Only those who have seen the Demon Lord Baipi know his horror. Moreover, he also likes to eat the hearts of those who die because of fear. It is better if the heart is eaten, but his soul and body will be controlled by him, and they will become the medium for casting the terror curse."

Yi Yan couldn't help but feel shocked. Suddenly, he heard footsteps in his ears, and saw a man coming out of the forest. Yi Yan recognized the man at one glance. His whole body was covered with a layer of ragged and dirty cloth, as if he had just crawled out of the soil. There was no hair on his head, bones could be seen faintly at the cover of the sky, and his scalp rotted out piece by piece.

There were no eyebrows on his eyes, and his nose seemed to be broken by someone, half of which collapsed, and his whole body was covered with a layer of dead gray.

This person was the evil corpse that Yi Yan had seen in Zijing Mountain. When he saw him again, the evil aura on his body became much heavier. The pair of dead eyes glanced at Yi Yan and others, and walked forward. After walking a few steps, a snake suddenly fell from the tree and lay in front of him. He grabbed it with one hand, and the snake was sucked into his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it in big mouth, and walking forward without stopping.

"The evil corpse Wuzhen is here too."

The ghost monk holding the black altar was trembling with his voice. He slowly retreated, suddenly lifted the lid of the jar and recited the spell. A big green-faced ghost immediately emerged from the jar and carried him and walked, and walked into the shadow and disappeared immediately. It was the ghost escape technique.

When Yi Yan saw this ghost monk escape, he couldn't help but worry about Lin Mingting. No matter it was the Baipi Demon Group or the evil corpse Wuzhen, they were not simple people.

He knew the name of the evil corpse, and when he thought about it, he grabbed it with one hand. A wisp of the evil corpse's body in the void appeared in his hand. It was a wisp of gray air, twisting in his palm, and a slight roar seemed to appear from the gray air.
Chapter completed!