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Yin Jiujian bent down and pulled out a mirror from the old Taoist body.

The mirror looked simple and majestic, engraved with the official script commonly used in the previous dynasty as a congratulatory speech, but the mirror surface had already begun to shatter and pulverize, and he would disappear into the human world like its owner in a short time.

Yin Jiujian didn't stay here for a long time. He put away his sword and got up to observe the surrounding environment.

This is the outskirts of Yecheng, not Xiaoyao Town, which is four hundred palaces away from Wanqiu City. There is no sound except for the humming of vegetation and insects. I didn't expect this old man in yellow robes to choose to surround him here. The tricks are still clips from the places he passed by. Do you really think that this kind of trivial skills can deceive him?

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Yin Jiujian sneered, and he replied: "Do you really think that as long as you have some blood relatives with me, you can restrain me? You are so naive. You have killed all the Yin family, but you still have nothing to do with the secret of the Yin family." Know."

He paused, and there was a vague sigh in the wind.

"Forget it, it's good to be able to follow along."

Yecheng.

Since ancient times, it has been a place where emperors and generals have fought for each other. About 20 years ago, this was the most prosperous capital city in the world, but there was a massacre, and the death of the imperial court minister was the assassin. After that, the luck of the entire dynasty declined. After ten years, it was wiped out by the neighboring small countries.

Because of that incident, Ye City was no longer used as the capital by mortal emperors, and was given an ominous name for life.

Yin Jiujian looked at the bustling street and suddenly smiled.

Even the most ominous land is far from the life of the common people. This place is not much different from the Jiangnan water town. It may be that he loves houses and crows. He always feels that standing here is a kind of leisure and contentment.

He has truly returned to his hometown.

Yin Jiujian walked into the nearest hotel, paid a piece of silver for a room, and then asked someone to lead the skinny horse that accompanied him to the stable.

It may be that Zhizhi finally has a foothold, the skinny horse is flicking its tail happily, and the sun is shining on its brown fur.

After checking in and closing the door, Yin Jiujian took out an incense burner from the package, sprinkled some unknown gray medicinal powder, and began to meditate.

Ghost energy and devil energy, these two incompatible forces will cause damage to the holder no matter how peaceful they are.

The next thing he has to do is to abolish all the cultivation bases that belonged to the demon cultivator before, so that only the ghost aura that is most suitable for him is left on his body.

There are considerable risks involved in doing this sort of thing.

Needless to say, abolishing the cultivation base of the demonic cultivator has to bear the pain of breaking the meridians, and the ghost cultivating is a kind of sorcery that only dead or half-dead people can practice.

If there is a mistake in the middle, he will definitely die, not to mention that all righteous monks in the cultivation world are chasing him now.

But he needs it, if he can't recover the body of the ghost king, everything he has done for so many years is meaningless.

The sinister atmosphere instantly filled the entire room. Yin Jiujian sat in the center, flipping his fingers over and over, forming seals one after another quickly, forming afterimages that were hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

His face was calm, but dense sweat appeared on his forehead.

When the speed of his seal formation became faster and faster, and the devilish energy in the room reached a peak, so thick that it became difficult to breathe, at this time Yin Jiujian suddenly stopped, patted his hand on his dantian, opened his eyes and opened his eyes wide. call.

"break!"

Cultivation is useless——

Yin Jiujian spit out blood with a pop, and endured the pain so that he didn't fall to the ground.

He glanced at the incense burner at the side, the burner was still smoking, but the surrounding demonic energy began to gradually diminish, and it was fully surrounded by the burner.

Yin Jiujian grinned and said, "It's done..."

A broken voice came from his throat, weird and ugly.

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Qingyan Sect, Chiyang Hall.

Daoist Lieyang crossed back and forth in the hall.

Suddenly there were several crane cries in the distance, he walked out of the hall quickly, and asked the person who came, "How is it?"

The visitor was dressed in green bamboo and green clothes, holding a flute in his hand, glanced at Lie Yang, and replied indifferently.

"not so good."

Lie Yang was anxious, he stroked his beard, and said angrily: "Speak up, you know how dangerous this situation is, it's a ghost gate!"

The man in Tsing Yi still looked indifferent, "What's the use of being anxious, why don't you think of a way, you will only mess yourself up like this."

As soon as the subject changed, he suddenly took out the extinguished oil lamp from his pocket, "Chen Congshen is dead. He is the only one we know now who participated in that event."