This is what villains are like

"Young master has been traveling all day and is about to take a rest. If you have anything to do, please wait until tomorrow."

Xia Jie, the third son of Prince Wu Xuan, came to discuss with Jiang Lan privately. Seeing that he had many masters under his command, he was interested in cooperating in the inheritance of True Lord Zixia, but was rejected.

He snorted in his heart, but he could only lead his men and leave.

Han Yiming and others from the Taoist Ancient Sect also said goodbye and left. They met each other as a courtesy.

I saw that Jiang Lan and Ling Zhuyun had many experts here, and they were all famous young geniuses.

The rest of the people also breathed a sigh of relief and were secretly happy. They felt that with more people, it would be easier to deal with danger.

The purple mist near Zixia Mountain is really weird.

Now they no longer dare to step in at will. Those who went to explore the way before have not been able to come back. They don't know whether they are alive or dead.

Some older generation monks, as well as casual monks who came here to try their luck alone, just showed up in the distance, took a few glances, and then breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they were not people of unknown origin.

"It's getting late tonight, you should go to bed early."

"After dawn tomorrow, the fog will dissipate a bit, and we might be able to enter the mountains."

Jiang Lan said casually, and then asked his men to find a blue brick house, clean it, and make do with it for the night.

Ling Zhuyun, Li Daoyi, Luo Ying, Ao Xu and others also nodded in agreement. After entering through the dragon trap formation, they all consumed a lot of mental energy and urgently needed rest to adjust their state.

Soon everyone found some unoccupied tile-roofed houses and went to rest in small groups.

Ling Zhuyun also felt a little tired, so she found a random courtyard, placed a futon, then closed her eyes and sat up cross-legged.

But for some reason, Jiang Lan's seemingly strange but profound words still echoed in my mind. What did he mean?

After a while, she still couldn't calm down, so she could only force herself to enter meditation.

Everything is silent except for the chirping of insects and the sound of wind.

On the other side, Ye Ming found a tile-roofed house alone, resting in it while talking to the old ghost.

It's just that the expression on his face is different from the calm and calm one in front of others. Instead, he is a bit solemn and surprised at this moment.

"Old ghost, are you saying there is something wrong with the formation here?" he asked in disbelief.

"That's natural. I was still wondering why something suddenly felt wrong. When I came here, I realized that something was wrong."

"You didn't step out of the formation at all, you just walked from the outside into the inside."

"Furthermore, this formation is not a trapping dragon formation at all. It is a variant of the killing formation similar to the trapping dragon. It contains extremely strong murderous intent. It is not trying to trap people in it at all, but to trap the people in it. , Kill them all..." the old ghost replied, his tone also seemed a little surprised.

Even he didn't expect to encounter such a problem.

Logically speaking, a being like Zixia Zhenjun, who is kind-hearted, pure and simple, has left behind a legacy, so it is impossible for him to cheat and create such a killing array.

This is to kill all the people who went to the battle and leave them here.

Could it be that he wanted someone to be buried with him? Unfortunately, his memory was too fuzzy and he couldn't remember much.

He vaguely remembered that he had met True Monarch Zixia, and one of the disciples he had taught had some connections with True Monarch Zixia...

"Old ghost, do you think there might be someone who deliberately spreads the inheritance and creation of True Lord Zixia to attract people here? In fact, they want to trap and kill people here in the future."

"At the beginning, I was still very confused as to why the inheritance and creation of Zhenjun Zixia, which was so good, would suddenly spread and make everyone aware of it."

"Now it seems that someone definitely did it deliberately to spread the news and attract people here..." Ye Ming said with a heavy face.

His analysis is not unreasonable.

It's just that the person behind the scenes is so ruthless that he attracted so many people.

There are no less than a dozen immortal sect forces involved behind the scenes, and many aristocratic families in Daxia have also sent young clansmen here.

If everyone loses everything here, who knows what kind of shocking waves will be caused.

"The more people there are and the more chaos there is, the better, right? Anyway, your target is also the inheritance of True Monarch Zixia. You can do a lot of things like fishing in troubled waters," the old ghost said.

Ye Ming nodded and said, "You are right. At present, there are probably not many people who have seen the problems with this formation."

"Anyway, no one is aware of it, so we should take this opportunity to get rid of that Jiang Lan. Although he did not become suspicious of me during the process, his attitude still made me very unhappy, and I always felt that his eyes were too much. The first time I stayed on Zhu Yun’s body.”

"I can't bear this."

"If Zhu Yun is really interested in this guy, I don't know what insidious tricks he will use to coerce him. Look at the female disciple of the Yaochi Sect who was in Zuixianju that day. Now, isn't she trained by him to be obedient? "

When he mentioned this, his eyes showed coldness and displeasure.

The old ghost heard the inconsistency in his words and chuckled. Being young and energetic, jealousy is a very common thing.

It's just that Ling Zhuyun may not be in love with Ye Ming.

If he wants to pursue others, the road will be long and arduous.

"I will take advantage of this opportunity tonight to find a way into the mountain and explore it. When the place becomes chaotic, I will take the opportunity to take Zhu Yun there."

"Then Jiang Lan still wants to get involved in the inheritance and fortune, so he should stay here and wait for death. Anyway, after his death, the Prime Minister's Mansion will only seek revenge on the person behind the scenes, which has nothing to do with me."

A confident smile appeared on Ye Ming's lips, and he had already thought of countermeasures and escape routes in his mind.

At that moment, he hid his figure, left the house, and soon disappeared into the thick night.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Jiang Lan asked Chu Chan to rest early on the grounds that he was tired. After no one was in the room, he slowly walked to the window, looked at the moonlight, and fell into thought.

"It's going to be lively tonight."

"With so many young geniuses gathered together, including some older generation monks who are powerful but have a short lifespan, Taoist Zixia will probably not miss such a good opportunity."

"With the knowledge of the remnant soul next to Ye Ming, it shouldn't be difficult to see the problem with the formation."

"After Ye Ming knows this, he will probably use it to deal with me..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan suddenly felt interesting.

He returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, his eyebrows and cheekbones suddenly became translucent.

A faint figure, with the same face as him, but with an extremely indifferent expression, walked out of the ancient Taoist temple in the silent sea of ​​consciousness, then swayed slightly, disappeared into the void, and disappeared in an instant.

The soul villain traveled through the void and instantly appeared in the courtyard chosen by Ye Ming.

"As expected, he left and is not here."

"In this case, then the matter is settled. You will take the blame." A meaningful smile appeared on Jiang Lan's face.

In another courtyard, Ling Zhuyun seemed to notice something at this moment. Her closed clear eyes opened, and a hint of surprise appeared in them.

"Is someone spying?"