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"This thing... is still a magic weapon... that can directly absorb Yin spirits..." Shangguan Ning said in astonishment: "But... that Mr. Death is just a Yin spirit... How can Yin spirits be possible? Can you use magic weapons..."

"I am also very curious about this kind of thing... I have always heard that Yin spirits have limited cultivation and cannot become a climate at all... Once it becomes a climate, thunder from the sky will inevitably be summoned... Yin spirits can use magic weapons , it’s even more of an unheard-of thing... I just thought this flag was very weird before, and I didn’t want to break the formation and alert the people who set it up, but now, I really want to take a closer look at this Yin Spirit The magic weapon used..." Zhang Yu said with great interest.

It was the first time that Zhang Yu had heard that Yin Ling could use magic weapons. When Zhang Yu looked at this banner earlier, he just thought it was evil and saw that it was the eye of the formation. The main reason why Zhang Yu didn't want to move at that time was that he didn't want to break the formation. Because once the formation is broken, it is likely to alarm the people who set up the formation.

But now, after hearing that this flag was a magic weapon used by Yin spirits, Zhang Yu was inevitably very curious and wanted to take a closer look.

He looked at the green banner of the banner again. The patterns painted on it were so messy that it was impossible to tell what they were. However, as soon as his eyes focused on the banner, Zhang Yu felt upset and his heartbeat accelerated.

Shangguan Ning could not help but look at the banner curtain, and she also had this feeling. She quickly turned her head aside and said: "This thing is so weird... It's okay if you don't look at it. Just look at it, it will definitely make people upset." , with an indescribable feeling..."

"You don't have enough cultivation, don't look at it..." Zhang Yu warned.

After saying that, he stepped forward.

The banner was located on a grave not far ahead. Zhang Yu walked slowly over, his eyes never leaving the banner. As he walked forward, he felt that his mind was getting more confused and his heart was beating faster, as if his little heart could jump out of his throat at any time.

"What kind of magic weapon is this... Why does it make people uneasy..." Zhang Yu hurriedly closed his eyes, not looking at the green-light banner, and instead looked at it with his inner eye.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Zhang Yu immediately saw something with a green face and fangs standing not far ahead. This thing is very ferocious, making people feel extremely terrifying, especially when its chest is covered with a black mist. The black mist is like a whirlpool, as if it wants to swallow everything.

When looking at it with the naked eye, Zhang Yu was uneasy. Now looking at it with the inner eye, Zhang Yu's mind was even more confused, as if his body was about to be sucked away. He hurriedly calmed down his mind, no longer looking ahead with his mind's eye, but looking at himself. Just looking at it shocked Zhang Yu again. It turned out that at this moment, the three souls and seven souls in his body were not as quiet as usual, and they were all trembling.

At this point, Zhang Yu immediately realized that no wonder he felt uneasy. It turned out that the soul in his body had been trembling. Whoever it was, wouldn't have had a good time at this moment.

"What a weird magic weapon..." Zhang Yu muttered to himself, vaguely realizing that this banner should be a magic weapon that can disturb people's minds and lust after their souls. But what the name of this magical weapon is is really confusing.

Suddenly, his heart moved and his eyes opened immediately.

He took out a small porcelain vase from his pocket with his left hand, and with a thought, the white-light spiritual diagram came directly wrapped in the red shadow, and immediately sent the red shadow into the porcelain vase.

Zhang Yu capped the porcelain vase, put it in his arms, then looked at Shangguan Ning and simply said: "Let's go! I know what's going on!"

"What's going on?" Shangguan Ning asked hurriedly.

However, Zhang Yu didn't even bother to answer and just went down the mountain quickly. Shangguan Ning quickly came to Zhang Yu's side, and then he saw Zhang Yu take out the Guizhen Four Symbols Plate and start looking for the Shengmen with the help of the compass pointer.

Wangmei Village, Meijia Villa.

Yuan Zhenren and his party were waiting in the villa in the middle. There was no water or electricity in the villa, and it was completely dark. In this case, time seemed to pass very slowly. The third floor was where the disciples rested. With so many people together and no one talking, the atmosphere seemed particularly strange. This weird atmosphere made everyone a little breathless.

They glanced at each other from time to time, and through the moonlight outside, they could see the solemnity and tension on each other's faces.

Time passed slowly, and finally it came to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Suddenly, a scream came from downstairs, "Ah..."

This was a woman's scream. Upon hearing this sound, all the disciples jumped up from the ground and rushed out of the door. They shouted one by one: "What happened!" "Master!" "Master!"...

When they came to the corridor, everyone just ran towards the stairs on the second floor. Just as they were approaching the stairs, they saw a person running up. As he ran, the person shouted loudly: "Help! Help! Help!" Help……"

This voice sounds very familiar to the disciples. Isn't it exactly Feng Chongjue's voice?

Immediately afterwards, they saw a Taoist nun running up from below. The third floor was very dark. Through the starlight coming in from outside, it was barely possible to tell that the person coming up was indeed Feng Chongjue.

At this moment, Feng Chongjue looked very panicked. When she came up and saw a group of disciples, she immediately shouted: "Help! Help..."

"Uncle Master, what happened?" A disciple immediately asked.

At this moment, another woman shouted from the bottom of the stairs: "Grab Feng Chongjue! Don't let her run away!"

This voice is naturally that of Yuan Zhenren.

Feng Chongjue originally wanted to answer the disciple's words, but when she heard Yuan Zhenren's voice below, she didn't care about anything else and hurriedly rushed out to the other end of the corridor and broke into a room in the blink of an eye. Immediately afterwards, a "pop" was heard, which was obviously the sound of breaking glass.

The disciples on the third floor were all incomprehensible and had no idea what was going on. Soon, they saw Master Yuan rushing up from below. When they saw Master Yuan, they all hurriedly said: "Master!" "Master!" "Master!"...

"Where's Feng Chongjue!" Master Yuan shouted directly.

"Uncle Feng has entered the front room." A disciple pointed forward.

"Feng Chongjue killed Junior Brother Jia, chase him! Once he catches up, he will kill him without mercy!" Yuan Zhenren shouted loudly.

"Uh..." "Huh?"... After hearing this, the disciples were all stunned. They really didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

Seeing that his disciples were still in a daze, Master Yuan shouted angrily: "What are you still doing?"