Miserable screams resounded throughout the entire Crying Ghost Ridge. Regardless of the distance, as long as one was in the black fog, one could hear this sound.
All of the cultivators could not help but feel their hearts palpitate in fear.
Even the veteran powerhouses who had entered this place many times were deeply worried at this moment.
It was not uncommon for people to go crazy because of the Yin energy entering their bodies. Every time they entered the Crying Ghost Ridge, there would be such people, and the number was definitely not small.
However, the person who appeared this time was too early, so early that it was chilling.
Not only that, after hearing the continuous howling of this person, everyone knew that this crazy master was fighting with someone.
At the thought that they might end up like this in the next moment, these people found it difficult to calm down. Especially those who entered the Crying Ghost Ridge for the first time, it was even more so.
Subconsciously, almost everyone walked further away. They wanted to get as far away from this place as possible.
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Endless rays of light shot out like arrows. In a moment, the man's body had been soaked in blood, but he still ran wildly. Even if the blood on his body had gradually flowed out, he was still jumping around like a lively dragon, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws, wanting to pounce over.
At the same time, his mouth was opened to the limit, with a trace of terrible blood foam in his mouth, like a vicious wolf with its bloody mouth wide open, wanting to swallow He Yiming alive.
Fortunately, the power of the Five Elements Ring was boundless. With a casual wave of his hand, the power of the Earth System suddenly pushed him out like a wall, making all his efforts go to waste.
"Concentrate your power, hit his head." 108's voice suddenly sounded.
He Yiming was slightly startled, and the Qi in his body had begun to subtly transform.
The rays of light flying all over the sky instantly condensed into one, shooting straight down like lightning, leaving a beautiful light shadow in the air.
A soft sound, like a chick breaking its shell, rang out from the man's head.
When such a powerful ray of light hit that person, it immediately condensed. It seemed to be only as thick as an ordinary chopstick, but it was extremely sharp. It pierced through that person's temples without any hindrance.
The man's body instantly stiffened. Red and white blood and brain matter flowed out from the wounds on both sides of his body.
After swaying for a moment, that person's life force finally disappeared completely. He fell heavily to the ground and didn't move anymore.
He Yiming let out a long sigh. When the madman finally fell, a strange feeling rose in his heart.
How could a Three Flower Realm expert suddenly become so terrifying? He was neither human nor ghost. Just thinking about it was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
His heart suddenly moved. He turned his head and asked, "Brother Bai, how do you know that the head is his vital point?"
108 answered matter-of-factly, "His nerves were stimulated, which stimulated his body's potential. The brain is the root of all of this. If you want to kill him, you have to destroy his brain."
He Yiming pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. 108's words made sense.
He Yiming lowered his head and looked at that person again. His expression couldn't help but change slightly.
Perhaps it was because he was dead, that person's face had returned to calmness. It was completely different from the ferocious look from before.
The swollen muscles on his face had disappeared, revealing a normal face.
That pair of eyes were not closed. Although they had stopped moving, no madness could be seen from them. He Yiming even vaguely felt that there was a hint of relief in those eyes.
He sighed in his heart. He squatted down and gently covered his eyes with his hand, caressing downwards.
When he lifted his hand, the man's eyes were already covered under his eyelids.
He Yiming's eyes swept across the man's body, which was covered in blood. He frowned slightly. He turned his eyes and reached out to grab the Baozhu from 108's body. He gently patted its body a few times.
The Baozhu seemed to have felt He Yiming's power. It opened its eyes in a daze.
He Yiming revealed a gentle smile and said, "Baozhu, do you want the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon?"
The Baozhu's dazed eyes suddenly widened and became as clear as water.
He Yiming put the Baozhu next to the corpse and said, "There's a Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon here. Quickly find it. I'll lend it to you for two days."
The Baozhu's nose twitched twice. After a while, the light in its eyes disappeared, and it returned to its original lazy appearance. It glanced at He Yiming, then exerted force with its legs and pounced on 108.
He Yiming looked at its dissatisfied eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Baozhu, doesn't he have a Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon on him?"
The Baozhu snorted twice as a response. He Yiming already understood what it meant.
He Yiming frowned and said to himself, "Where's the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon on him?"
Jin Zhanzheng once said that more than 80% of the people who were qualified to enter this place were masters who had reached the Three Flowers Realm. Their purpose of coming here was to break through the tripartite balance.
About 10% of them were masters who had reached the tripartite balance and were only one step away from becoming Venerables.
But no matter which kind of person they were, they must have their own Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon. There was no doubt about that.
When He Yiming glanced at the corpse, he didn't find any Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon. He thought that the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon was hidden somewhere on the corpse, like Jin Zhanzheng's Dragon Spear. That was why he asked the Baozhu to search for it. But the final result disappointed him. Even the Baozhu didn't find anything.
But it could be seen that the corpse didn't have a Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon on him.
He Yiming took one last look at the corpse, then turned around and said, "Brother Bai, follow me."
He slowly walked forward and searched back in the direction that the corpse ran from. Their group's speed was not fast. Moreover, along the way, He Yiming also focused his energy and searched all around.
Finally, they moved forward for about half a kilometer and arrived at a particularly messy place.
There were clear scratch marks on the stone walls, and there were shallow pits on the ground around them. He Yiming only needed to take a glance to know that those were traces left behind by the madman.
He was certain that this was where that person had gone crazy. Nevertheless, after searching for a while, he became more and more confused.
Along the way, he didn't find any Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon.
He Yiming wasn't a greedy person, but if there was a Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon in front of him, he wouldn't mind taking it.
He Yiming had already put the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon under his name after spending a lot of effort to kill the man. Now that he couldn't find it anywhere, he naturally felt rather depressed.
Suddenly, 108, who was like a wooden stake, turned around and came to the side of a mountain wall.
He Yiming looked over in surprise. In front of him, 108 rarely showed any interest in anything.
He Yiming walked over curiously and scanned the stone wall with his eyes. Slowly, there was a strange look in his eyes.
"Brother Bai, what was the cause of these marks?" He Yiming asked seriously.
With his eyesight, he could tell that the marks on the stone wall were very different from the surrounding scars. They couldn't have been made with bare hands. Moreover, the marks on the wall were very new. Even an inexperienced person could tell that the marks around here were made at the same time.
108 said in a deep voice, "Aren't you looking for the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon? This is it."
He Yiming was slightly startled, but he immediately understood what he meant. He said, "These are the marks made by the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon?"
108 nodded slightly.
He Yiming knew that although 108 didn't talk much, he always hit the nail on the head. Since he said that these were the marks of the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon, he definitely wouldn't be wrong.
He looked around again, but still couldn't find any marks. He asked suspiciously, "Brother Bai, where's the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon?"
"It's been taken by someone," 108 said calmly.
He Yiming slapped his forehead and secretly cursed a few times in his heart. He fought with that person to the death and finally killed him with great difficulty. However, the divine weapon left behind by that person was taken away by someone else. This naturally made him extremely vexed.
108 stretched out his hand and gestured a few times in the void. He suddenly said, "That person was attacked by someone, and then he used his weapon to resist. In the end, he went crazy."
He Yiming's movements suddenly froze, and a chill seeped out of his heart.
"How do you know?"
"I can tell from the footprints and traces of a fight here."
He Yiming looked at the nearby traces seriously, but he soon found that he couldn't see anything in this chaotic environment.
However, he trusted 108 without reservation.
He Yiming's expression changed unpredictably as he carefully thought about what 108 had said. Faintly, he seemed to feel that there was an invisible net slowly tightening around him.
All the experts in Crying Ghost Ridge who wanted to break through were undoubtedly the targets of the net.
Although this was only his premonition, He Yiming inexplicably believed it without a doubt.
He took a deep breath, and his body was suddenly filled with a strong fighting spirit. He said in a deep voice, "Brother Bai, let's go back and take a look again."
After saying that, his figure moved, and he once again retraced his original path.
When they returned to their original place, He Yiming's face looked even more ghastly.
The madman's corpse, which he had killed, was not on the spot, but had mysteriously disappeared.
He Yiming looked around, but he did not find any traces. He raised his head and looked at Hundred and Eight.
108's eyes flashed brightly. After some time, he said, "Three people just left."
He Yiming's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. He took a deep breath and said, "Follow them …"
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