Five minutes later.
"Why are you here?" Lonemoon suppressed the urge to beat her up and scanned her from head to toe. She was perfectly fine. Si Yu had only spoken to him for less than ten minutes, but she suddenly appeared here thousands of miles away.
"Oh, someone dragged me here." Shen Ying tilted her head.
"Who?"
Shen Ying paused and turned to look at Yun Heng beside her. She took a bite of the fruit that Chef handed to her and said, "Maybe … it's Rich Ghost?"
"Rich … Song Ren?!" Lonemoon was shocked. Wasn't he called Mischievous Ghost? "Why did he bring you here?" Song Ren was a ghost and he carried grievous energy. Chef said before that his grievous energy was easily influenced by remnant souls. The last time the remnant souls attacked the city, his grievous energy exploded once.
"I don't know." Shen Ying shook her head.
"Then where is he?"
"I don't know." Shen Ying continued to shake her head.
"Holy shit, you don't know anything, but you came here so obediently?" Where's your intelligence? Did I eat all of it?
Shen Ying shook her hands. After a while, she said, "Isn't he moldy again? I can't just ignore him! "Didn't she just miss him?
"…"
Moldy? What did she mean?
Lonemoon was confused. Yi Qing beside him thought of something and asked, "Master is saying … Song Ren's grievous energy exploded again?!"
"Mm."
Chef frowned. He thought about how Yun Heng's grievous energy disappeared suddenly. That meant that Master suddenly appeared here because of grievous energy too. And from this distance, Song Ren's grievous energy seemed even thicker than before.
But why didn't Song Ren's grievous energy have this ability to pull people over from thousands of miles away?
Unless … it was because of this place!
He looked at the surging Yin Qi around them and turned to the person beside him. "Yun Heng, what kind of place is this northern land? Why is the Yin Qi still not dissipating even though the remnant souls have entered Samsara?"
Yun Heng paused and answered honestly, "Well … I don't know the exact reason. It's just that it's been like this since ancient times. It's said that because it's located in a cold area, it easily attracts evil spirits. That's why the Yin Qi never dissipates. Originally, the Northern Region wasn't this big, but as time passed, the Yin Qi became denser and denser, and the number of evil spirits also increased. "
"By the way …" He suddenly thought of something and continued, "Legend has it that most of the evil spirits here didn't eat people. Just that a few hundred years ago, man-eating deviant ghosts suddenly appeared, Pu Xuan ancestor then created Xuanmen, and completely drove them to this place. "
He sighed, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. After a while, he continued, "But after that, more and more deviant ghosts appeared, and the area of the Northern Region became larger and larger. In the end, it became like this."
"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Lonemoon could not help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"
Yi Qing frowned and explained his guess. "If those deviant ghosts can affect Song Ren, then the grievous energy in his body …"
"It might have something to do with the Northern Region!" Lonemoon understood as well. He turned to look at Yun Heng. "Where was the place in the north that attracted the evil ghosts and spirits in the beginning?"
"It's in the deepest part of the north!" Yun Heng pointed ahead.
Lonemoon and Yi Qing exchanged a look and nodded in unison. "Let's go take a look!" Whether it was to find out the truth or to find that mischievous ghost.
The direction that Yun Heng pointed was where the Yin Qi was the thickest. Yi Qing brought Shen Ying with him, and Lonemoon pulled Yun Heng with him. They directly flew in on their swords. The deeper they flew, the darker their surroundings became. The Yin Qi was shockingly thick, and they could even faintly see one or two remnant souls floating past.
They were clearly in the human realm, but it felt like they were in the Underworld. In fact, the Yin Qi here was even thicker than in the Underworld.
Lonemoon's heart sank. Why was there such a place in the human realm? What was going on?
Before he could think about it, he suddenly felt the weight on his back lighten.
"Aiya!" He did not know if he was not used to it, but Yun Heng, who was originally standing on his sword, suddenly screamed and suddenly fell headfirst. Before Lonemoon could react, he had already fallen to the ground. Fortunately, he did not fly too high.
The corner of Lonemoon's mouth twitched. How could he fall from his sword? This fellow was definitely the most embarrassing Soul Formation cultivator he had ever seen!
"Hey, are you alright?"
"I'm … I'm fine!" Yun Heng rubbed his face and crawled up from the ground. A look of confusion flashed across his eyes.
"If you can't stand properly, just tell me. I'll set up an array!"
"Exalted Master, it's not that." Yun Heng shook his head. "Just now … I think someone pushed me."
"What?" Lonemoon was stunned. Just as he was about to go down to pick him up, he saw that there was a sudden movement under his feet. "Be careful!"
He immediately produced a stream of Spirit Qi, which directly tied up the person on the ground and pulled him up.
The next moment, there was a series of swishing sounds. Suddenly, rows of densely packed thorns appeared where he was just standing. Each of them emanated a cold Yin Qi that could easily repel any kind of Spirit Qi.
Yun Heng was shocked, and his whole body froze. If Lonemoon had been one step slower just now, he would have been pierced into a skewer by now.
"There are no fluctuations of array formations here." Yi Qing used his divine perception to scan the area and shook his head. "There are no strange auras either."
Lonemoon frowned. So this was just a simple mechanism? And Yun Heng was so unlucky to encounter it.
Lonemoon did not pay much attention to it at first. But then, the deeper they flew, Yun Heng seemed to be possessed by the God of Misfortune. Wherever he went, he was met with misfortune.
One moment, he fell into the mud. The next moment, he crashed into the stone walls. The next moment, he was burned by deviant flames that fell from the sky. Even the remnant souls that floated around occasionally, completely unconscious, would suddenly turn around and kill him, giving him a shock.
If not for Lonemoon keeping a close eye on him, he would have fallen to his death countless times.
The most important thing was that these disasters seemed to only target him. The other three were completely fine. Not even a single strand of their hair was messed up.
Until he fell from the sword for the 101st time. Lonemoon subconsciously conjured a seal to catch the person in midair. It was almost a conditioned reflex to save him. He was just about to pull him up.
Beside him, Chef's expression suddenly changed. "Father Niu!" In the next moment, several streaks of Sword Qi were thrown in the direction of the two. Only a few clanging sounds could be heard. Something was bounced off by the Sword Qi.
Lonemoon took a closer look and realized that there was suddenly a lot of black gas around them. It was attacking the few of them with a somewhat violent aura.
Grievous energy again!
Because the Yin Qi was too thick, he actually did not notice it at first. His heart sank. Instantly, he set up an array around the few of them. Compared to the attack that only targeted Yun Heng just now, this grievous energy was obviously not different.
There was more and more grievous energy around them. Faintly, they could also hear the shrill cries of ghosts.
"Quick, look down!" Yun Heng, who was pulled back by Lonemoon, pointed to the ground with a pale face.
The few of them looked down. They saw that in the originally charred wasteland, a large number of illusory figures suddenly floated out continuously. Their appearances were each more horrifying than the last.
"Remnant souls!" Yi Qing exclaimed.
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