A layer of light green mist that is difficult to see with the naked eye fell on the scars of the young man's corpse.

According to Yang Fan's previous experience, whether it is wounds, scars, or scars, the Yulu Technique can be easily competent.

The moment the green mist touches the wound, a sudden change occurs.

Sweetness ~

The wound covered by the Rain and Dew Technique suddenly emitted a trace of black poisonous smoke, which only made people dizzy.

Moreover, a pool of blood emerged from the wound, and the flesh and blood melted, which was disgusting.

Yang Fan's face changed in surprise, his figure buzzed, and he withdrew several feet away, carefully staring at the change of the corpse.

"There won't be a corpse change..."

Yang Fan had a strange look on his face and found that the black poisonous smoke on the wound gradually faded away, and a pool of blood flowed down in front of the corpse and merged into the earth.

Was it ~

After a long time, this change disappeared, but the flesh and blood ulcerated near the wound of the corpse and melted a large area.

Such a strange change made Yang Fan both disgusted and curious.

"Why did such a change happen..."

Yang Fan raised his chin and thought, but still couldn't figure it out.

Finally, he sighed lightly: "It seems that there are many mysteries in this "Xianhong Jue" that you need to explore by yourself."

Improvement of cultivation by healing the injured is only one of the effects he has explored.

"This place with wild mountains and forests should not be kept for too long."

Yang Fan finally suppressed his curiosity and ignored the corpse and left the wilderness.

call!

He used the "Dry Wood Achievement" again to adjust his breath to make himself look more like an ordinary person.

In order to prevent being recognized by familiar monks after going to "Xiuyu Pavilion", Yang Fan used the "transformation technique" to lift his body up for one section, and even changed the muscles on his lower part.

Dead Wood Power + Transformation

The former adjusts his breath, while the latter changes his body shape and slightly changes his appearance. Yang Fan believes that as long as he is not a person who is very familiar with him, it is impossible to easily recognize him.

Then, he came to the near the official road, untied the horse's reins, and took advantage of the faint night to fly in the wind when dawn was coming.

Not long after Yang Fan left, a flying eagle with green fire suddenly flew out of the night sky.

The flying eagle landed near two corpses, circled for a moment, and then broke through the air.

In less than a moment, the sound of breaking through the air came from the sky. A fat old Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe, riding a gloomy black mist and falling from the sky.

He looked at the two corpses below and frozen on the young man's corpse.

Next to this corpse, there was a pool of strange blood, and the decay and burning marks on the corpse were even more shocking.

"Strange... Could it be that my 'Ghost Corpse Road' has appeared?"

The fat old Taoist priest looked frightened and spread his spiritual sense and looked around, but found no clues.

After pondering for a long time, he waved his hand and two wisps of strange green fire rushed into the two corpses below.

Soon, the two corpses began to squirm and actually got up from the ground.

"The original owners of these two corpses are both cultivators and have a concentration stage..."

The fat old Taoist priest had a hint of joy on his face.

Then, he began to manipulate the two bodies and walk.

“Huh?”

The fat old Taoist stared at the young man's body and found that it was a little more difficult to control than the one in the concentric stage.

Seeing this scene, the fat old Taoist priest's face became solemn, and a few wisps of strange greenery burst out from his hands, pouring into the body of the young man's corpse.

Sweetness ~

Flashes of light smoke emerged from a certain part of the young man's body, and it took him several breaths to calm down.

"What kind of martial arts is this? It seems to restrain my magic of "Ghost Corpse Path"..."

The fat old Taoist priest looked solemn and his eyes were shining. He reached out and patted a special black pocket on his waist.

A gloomy breath spit out from the pocket, covering two corpses shaped like puppets.

In an instant, the two bodies disappeared and were put into black pockets.

After doing this, the fat old Taoist priest rose into the air with black fog. As for the flying eagle with green fire, I don’t know which corner to look for the target.

"It's dawn soon... Since I'm here, I might as well go to the 'Xiuyu Pavilion'. I need some refining materials."

After saying that, the fat old Taoist priest flew towards Xiuyuge Market in the black fog.

...

Speaking of which, Yang Fan, after leaving the wasteland, he followed the official road and rushed forward.

However, after a while of speeding, he felt a little uneasy.

After leaving the wilderness where fighting had occurred, he did not deal with the two corpses due to the emergence of a sudden change.

Now, when he thought of the two corpses, he felt a little uneasy.

Although Yang Fan is mentally tenacious, this is the first time he has done something like killing people and catching treasures.

"Well, those two are dead anyway. As long as I am careful and don't take out the medium-grade spiritual weapon easily, there will be no big problem."

After Yang Fan thought about it, he temporarily contacted the two corpses.

As the sky was getting brighter, Yang Fan suddenly had a strange reaction in his heart.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky. With his eyesight, he only saw a blurry black fog.

“That’s…”

An inspiration condensed in Yang Fan's eyes, looking up at the black mist.

In a vaguely, he saw a slightly fat figure, riding the black fog under his feet and walking in the air.

"This person is actually a demon cultivator!"

Yang Fan was shocked and quickly eliminated the "spiritual eye technique" to avoid being noticed by the other party.

After a few breaths, the black mist disappeared from Yang Fan's vision.

"That person just now, at least a cultivator above the late stage of concentration, why did I suddenly feel his arrival..."

Yang Fan was puzzled in his heart and still thought differently.

However, he had already paid attention to this matter and remembered the size and general outline of the monk on the black mist.

After a few more days, Yang Fan finally arrived at a river near "Xiuyu Pavilion", called "Qingjianghe".

"Qingjiang River" is an inland river that winds thousands of miles and travels through huge valleys. The water flow is extremely high. Generally, the area is hundreds of feet wide, and there are many rivers in the boat.

"This is not the first time Qingjianghe and Xiuyu Pavilion have come here..."

Yang Fan sighed lightly and looked at the river that was surging undercurrents in front of him, leading to the mountains and valleys.

When he was six years old, his father took him to "Xiuyu Pavilion" once and then sent himself to "Yangjiabao".

Then, after being promoted to the Concentration Period, he also flew with his sword and came to Xiuyu Pavilion once, trying to find some clues about his father, but returned fruitlessly.

At this moment, he came to "Xiuyu Pavilion" for the third time, but he was a low-level pharmacist.

This time, Yang Fan could not fly by like the previous two times, and could only look for a ferry on the shore.

Yang Fan still vaguely remembers the route of Xiuyu Pavilion. He found several fishermen and hired them to Xiuyu Pavilion.

However, most of these fishermen do not know where the "Xiuyu Pavilion" is.

"This young master, I heard you want to go to 'Xiuyu Pavilion'?"

At this moment, a stingy boy came over.

"Yes, do you know anything?"

Yang Fan smiled slightly and knew that there was a chance. He must have been more than one monk who went to "Xiuyu Pavilion", and there were also many people below the concentration stage. They must have been taking a boat and crossing the boat through a certain way.

"Young Master follows me."

The young man winked at Yang Fan and said very cleverly.

Yang Fan understood and followed the boy for four or five miles, entered a teahouse, then walked in through the back door, and came to a middle-aged man with a slut face.

"San Master, I have brought you someone, he is going to 'Xiuyu Pavilion'."

The boy flattered the middle-aged man.

"Well, you're rewarded with these two silvers."

The middle-aged man with a face-to-face sent the boy away, looked at Yang Fan, and smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist is going to 'Xiuyu Pavilion'? We are specifically responsible for this matter, please follow me."

"Please lead the way."

Yang Fan discovered that this person was a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and the other party's numb face was mostly the result of disguise.

Along a secret passage, the middle-aged man with a face brought Yang Fan to a spacious hall.

As soon as the door opened, the light inside was soft and exuded a faint sandalwood smell.

Yang Fan's eyes swept through the hall, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Chapter completed!