Soul Eater Book

Chen Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a faint smile, "What does what you said have anything to do with this?"

The fact that he is a disciple of the Hehuan Sect is really not difficult for an old Taoist surnamed Li to guess. After all, Chen Zhi is a cultivator of concentration, and the three southern provinces of Daliao are also under the jurisdiction of the Acacia Sect. Participate in disputes among the secular world, but casual practitioners like the old Taoist surnamed Li can understand a lot of information.

Seeing that Chen Zhi seemed to acquiesce, the old Taoist surnamed Li couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and then said: "Since the senior is a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, although this matter is a bit strange, the senior should be interested."

"Oh?" Chen Zhi raised his eyebrows, motioning for the old Taoist surnamed Li to continue.

"Actually, this matter started a year ago..."

Next, the old Taoist surnamed Li narrated the matter eloquently. After he finished speaking, he saw that Chen Zhi was frowning in thought, and was about to say something more, but he saw Chen Zhi waved his hand and said, "Go down first." , I'll check this out."

"Yes, senior." The old Taoist surnamed Li saluted again, then exited the room.

After the old Taoist surnamed Li left, Chen Zhi couldn't help propping his chin with his hands, frowning in thought.

What the old Taoist surnamed Li said was actually a rumor in the market. There is a place called Yan Wang Valley about 100 miles east of Donglin City. It was an extremely tragic war, with millions of dead bodies and rivers of blood, so this place is very dark. Just three years ago, a bastard from Zhangjiabao who lived around here accidentally discovered it during a night outing. , There were nearly a hundred people walking back and forth in the mass burial pit in the dense fog at night.The man was so frightened that his ass pissed, and when he went back to talk to the villagers in Zhangjiabao, several brave villagers immediately volunteered to go to the valley of the king of hell at midnight, but they didn't find anything, so they naturally laughed at the little bastard.

The matter should have ended here, but just a year ago, villagers in Zhangjiabao suddenly disappeared one after another. More and more people disappeared, which immediately alarmed a cultivating family near Zhangjiabao.

Although this family of immortal cultivators was only a family of casual cultivators, the head of the family, as a Qi-refining fifth-level monk, naturally guessed that it was some evil monk who was responsible, so he went to investigate immediately, but this person never came back after he left.

The Patriarch of the Sanxiu family made friends with a friend of the old Taoist surnamed Li. The old Taoist surnamed Li invited several fellows to investigate three months ago, but the old Taoist surnamed Li happened to be busy because of Fang Tong's disappearance. The old man surnamed Li didn't go with him, but he didn't expect that there was no news from those comrades, so the old Taoist surnamed Li realized that he seemed to have escaped.

It happened that Chen Zhi came to Fang's house at this time, and the old Taoist surnamed Li told Chen Zhi about it.

Hundreds of people walking around an ancient battlefield in the fog?

Chen Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Could it be a zombie?

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are quite a few sects that use zombies. The most famous one is the Yin Corpse Sect in the south of the Yuanwu Empire. Other sects such as Ten Thousand Bone Cave also have many zombie-playing sects. A good player, even in the Hehuan Sect, there is also a secret method of refining zombies called "Yin Yang Demon Corpse".

However, the corpses of these sects often use the corpses of monks to make a fuss and refine them into various copper corpses or corpse monsters, and zombies refined from mortal corpses are actually useless. After all, mortals The body of a martial arts master is inherently fragile. Although the body of a martial arts practitioner tends to become extremely powerful, and the physical body of some martial arts masters is even comparable to that of a concentrated monk, masters who have reached this level are even rarer than a concentrated monk, let alone some ancient monks. In the battlefield, the corpses buried there may have been corrupted and refined into zombies, which may not be as good as ordinary mortals.

Chen Zhi rubbed his chin, and suddenly had a plan in his mind.

The strength of such demon monks who use mortals to refine corpses may not be very high, and they may even be some monks in the Qi refining period, and the Thunderbolt Jue in his hand is the ultimate way to restrain this kind of monks who practice ghosts and ghosts. Good spell, but you can check it out.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a chuckle from outside the door, and the door creaked open a crack, and Fang Tong's little head poked out of the crack.

Chen Zhi suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. Living together for this month made him understand Fang Tong better. Speaking of which, Fang Yan has three sons and one daughter in total. He naturally dotes on the youngest daughter Fang Tong very much, which also made Fang Tong a ghostly person. In addition to Chen Zhi's personality, he was not contaminated with the habits of this world. Although he accepted Fang Tong as a concubine, he would definitely not treat Fang Tong the way people in this world treat concubines.

"What are you hiding, come in." Chen Zhi shook his head and pointed to his side.

Fang Tong walked into the room with a smile, closed the door smoothly, walked to Chen Zhi and sat down next to Chen Zhi. In the past month, although Chen Zhi hadn't made it to the last step, he often kissed me, and Fang Tong didn't either. The shyness before.

Holding Fang Tong in his arms, Chen Zhi kissed Fang Tong's forehead and said: "During this time, you have less and less time to cultivate. Although your talent is good, but the cultivation of immortals is against the sky, and you want to pursue the immortal way. The first thing to do is to persevere.”

"Okay, okay, okay, Chen Lang, you are too. You are only five years older than me, but you always look so old-fashioned. My father doesn't know how to teach people like you." Fang Tong raised his mouth and said with a smile.

Chen Zhi smiled wryly, and said earnestly: "Now I am in the Fang family and can still urge you to go down. If I leave, you have to learn to urge yourself. I have always told you that the road to immortality is long and difficult. Only advanced Only by building a foundation can one truly step into the way of cultivating immortals, and only by advancing to a foundation can the lifespan be increased to two hundred years, which can be regarded as true longevity."

Fang Tong was listening to Chen Zhi with a smile, but gradually, the smile on her face disappeared. She raised her head to look at Chen Zhi, and asked with great reluctance: "Chen Lang, are you leaving?"

Seeing Chen Zhi nodding, Fang Tong stopped talking immediately, wrapped his arms around Chen Zhi's waist tightly, and pressed his face against Chen Zhi's chest.

In fact, Fang Tong had already expected this day. Long before Chen Zhi moved in, he had told the other party that Fang Tong was kidnapped by a monk with a very deep background, so it was inconvenient for him to take Fang Tong away.

Of course, Fang Yan agreed to this. After all, Fang Tong is not only his precious daughter, but now that he has become a cultivator, Fang Tong's stay in the Fang family can greatly increase the power of the Fang family. , and was able to successfully bind Chen Zhi and Fang's family through Fang Tong, so he was too happy to be so happy.

Of course, this is a bit cruel to Fang Tong who is in love.

Chen Zhi looked at Fang Tong's face full of disappointment, and sighed softly. Although a cultivator does not have to cut off the mortal world, he must endure loneliness.The only thing he can be relieved about is that during this period of time, the relationship between him and Fang Tong has heated up sharply. Presumably, when Fang Tong surpasses him in the future, the situation like the Tianyin Witch will not appear.

The two hugged each other quietly like this, and after a long time, Fang Tong said in a low voice: "Chen Lang, come back to see me often."

There was a ripple in Chen Zhi's heart, and he held up Fang Tong's beautiful face, which I still pitied, and kissed it heavily.

Volume Two

Chapter 1 Valley of the Underworld, Encountering the Enemy

Early the next morning, Chen Zhi left Fang's house, controlled the Yinling sword, and flew towards the east.

At the corner of his mouth, there was still a lingering fragrance of a beauty. The two of them had a lingering relationship on the eve of parting. Chen Zhi even almost took Fang Tong's body directly, but fortunately, the last trace of sanity stopped him.Before leaving, he specially gave half of the spirit stones on his body to Fang Tong. After all, although Donglin City is prosperous, it is still a secular city. There are no spiritual veins here, and the spiritual energy is even thinner. The cultivation speed of his excellent talent is also greatly restricted.

Flying all the way, Chen Zhi finally arrived at the Valley of the Kings of Yamas before dark, but he was not in a hurry. He first found an inn in the Zhangjiabao in the south of the Valley of the Kings of Yamas. Perhaps because of the recent rumors of haunting, the Zhang family The castle looked deserted, and even the best inns were deserted at this time.

After Chen Zhi asked for a house to live in, he ordered a few small dishes and asked casually, "Xiaoer, I heard rumors that this place is haunted recently?"

Xiao Er, who was about to leave the room, shuddered when he heard this, and smiled bitterly: "Guest officer, could it be that you also came after this monster?"

"Oh?" Chen Zhi raised his eyebrows, handed over three taels of silver, and asked with a smile, "Why do you say that?"

After Xiaoer received the money, the sadness on his face suddenly became much less, and he sat beside Chen Zhi, lowered his voice and said: "Guest officer, you are probably from the martial arts, guest officer listen to my advice, don't go to Yama Valley!"

"Why?" Chen Zhi asked.

Xiao Er shook his head and said: "Well, to tell you the truth, since a year ago, people in Zhangjiabao have been missing, and now, there are fifty missing people, and many people from wealthy families have already disappeared. Moved away from Zhangjiabao, if it wasn't for the villain's mother who was reluctant to leave, the villain would have run away long ago!"

As he said that, Xiaoer looked up at Chen Zhi, and found that Chen Zhi was still smiling, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Guest officer, don't believe me, some time ago, we even had a few immortal masters here."

"Oh?" Chen Zhi suddenly became interested.

"Do the immortal masters understand? Those who can fly in the sky are like living gods. One of these immortal masters made friends with the owner of our Zhangjiabao. It's been three months and there's still no news from Gu!"

After the little girl finished speaking, she persuaded Chen Zhi a few more words, and then left, leaving Chen Zhi alone to think while eating.

Those people Xiaoer mentioned must be old friends with the surname Li. I didn't expect that even the Xiaoer in Zhangjiabao Inn knew about their disappearance.

However, after he came here, he didn't see any immortal cultivators in Zhangjiabao, which is a bit weird. Logically speaking, there should be many monks who would be interested in this matter, especially some casual cultivators. Trying to come and check it out, but judging from the current situation, I am afraid there is only one result: the evil cultivators in the Valley of the King of Hades possess the strength enough to discourage most casual cultivators!

"Concentrating monk?"

Chen Zhi raised his wine glass, took a sip, and said to himself.

At night in Zhangjiabao, it was extraordinarily quiet, all the residents stayed behind closed doors, and the whole Zhangjiabao seemed to have turned into a dead city.

On the wall to the north of Zhangjiabao, a black shadow leaped over and landed lightly on the ground. The black shadow seemed to observe the surroundings, let out an extremely ugly laugh, and then walked towards a private house .

"Blood food, fresh blood food!"

Hei Ying muttered something in a low voice, with a ferocious smile on his face.

At this moment, there was a soft cry from not far away, the black shadow stopped suddenly, and looked up in shock.

But in the air not far away, a young man was standing on the flying sword, his eyes were fixed on him.