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Ding Hong was panting as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. He couldn't help but think about the current situation. In his current situation, it would be more difficult to leave this place than to advance. Thinking of this, he mustered up the courage to walk forward without fear.

Although it was daytime, the air here was filled with dense dark clouds. The dark cloud was like a terrifying human face, constantly changing its shape and struggling to get out.

Ding Hong walked along the already blurry road for a while before he arrived at a desolate mountain range. There were crooked tombs everywhere on the barren mountain. Some tombs even had large holes in them, as if something had crawled out of them.

Ding Hong looked around and frowned.

The scholar's bell and his strange actions just now …

He began to suspect that all of this was caused by the scholar. It was certain that someone had used some sinister technique on Mali, and only the scholar could do such a thing to the horse in the middle of the journey.

But why did that scholar do it? Could it be that he was cultivating some kind of sinister magic here?

Just as he was trying to figure out why the scholar would act this way, he suddenly heard a strange low roar. He hurriedly turned his head to look, but when he did, his body immediately broke out in cold sweat. Behind him, in a large tomb, a zombie that was around five to six people tall slowly crawled out. There were obvious marks on the zombie's body, and even its head was made up of numerous heads.

At this moment, the zombie only revealed half of its body. Judging by its appearance, it was unknown how much of a threat it would pose. A light flashed in Ding Hong's eyes. Without any hesitation, his five fingers slightly bent together as he yelled, "Yin Yang Eight Swords!" The moment he finished speaking, eight different glowing blades shot out from the sword-shaped mark on his forehead and floated one Zhang above Ding Hong's head before slowly rotating.

In theory, Ding Hong had developed a total of two forms for the Eight Trigrams Sword Formation. The first was this Yin Yang sword formation, while the second was something he himself was vaguely aware of. It only existed in his imagination.

When Ding Hong saw that the eight pieces of blade had been exposed, the corner of his mouth curled up and he snorted: "Let me see how powerful you ghosts are!" Following that, he let go of his hand and the sword formations revolving above his head all let out a buzzing sound. Then, they all shot up into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Ding Hong chuckled as he stretched out his finger to summon a stream of sword qi. He leaped up and arrived in front of the zombie, thrusting his sword at its head.

Upon seeing this, the zombie roared and swung its arm at Ding Hong. Ding Hong did not stop after seeing it. He formed a spell sign with his left hand and a third section of a sword suddenly appeared under the zombie's huge arm and stabbed in. Although the zombie was not afraid of pain, its arm was still thrown back by the sudden force. Ding Hong took advantage of this moment to stab the zombie's forehead. Then, he withdrew his sword qi. With a wave of his finger, a Yin Yang diagram flew into the hole that was just opened up by the sword qi.

After he made this series of movements, Ding Hong hurriedly turned around and retreated. The Yin Yang sword formation from earlier used up all the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth that he had accumulated with great difficulty. After a while, he felt weak all over and his right hand started to tremble uncontrollably. However, he didn't care about any of that. He hastily looked towards that giant zombie. The zombie that was hit by Shi Mu's Yin-Yang Image started to feel pain. Shi Yan held its head with both of his hands, and gasped for breath.

Suddenly, with a "pu" sound, the Yin Yang diagram flew out from the back of the zombie's head. After the Yin Yang diagram pierced through the zombie's brain, it let out an unwilling roar. Then, its body, which had yet to completely crawl out of the brain, fell down into the tomb with a 'pa' sound. This zombie didn't break its head again and again like the filthy thing it had just seen. Instead, it stopped moving after being penetrated through its head. It seemed to be dead.

Seeing that the zombie didn't split like the one before, Ding Hong breathed a sigh of relief. He found a quiet place to sit down and took out the bottle containing the mysterious liquid. After opening the bottle and drinking a little, Ding Hong felt full of energy again. Thinking about how he had loitered around the place for a while, he guessed that it was already getting late. If he did not leave at night, he could not imagine what would happen. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a few voices coming from not too far away.

"Esteemed guests, esteemed guests, are you two here!?" It was the Peace Inn manager's voice. What was he doing here? Just as he was about to reply, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. The horse was not something that only the scholar Zhang Zhizhan had come in contact with before, and the people in the inn had also come in contact with it! Why did the innkeeper come out at this time?

Ding Hong coldly harrumphed. After his body disappeared from sight, he went to look for the innkeeper.

Ding Hong saw the manager of the Peace Inn near the entrance to the official road, but he didn't show himself. Instead, he quietly hid somewhere and watched him. The shopkeeper kept changing places and kept calling out, "Two guests, where are you?" However, no matter how much he shouted, no one agreed. After shouting for a while, he suddenly stopped. He stood still on the spot. At this moment, he had already arrived at the main office of the unmarked cemetery.

After he stood there for a while, he suddenly entered a grave and took out a long white banner. He looked around and then waved the banner in his hand. With this shake, the dark clouds in the sky immediately began to churn and thunder rumbled in the sky. Soon, it started to rain.

Ding Hong frowned and looked at him, not knowing what to do.

The rain got heavier and heavier, and soon it turned from a light drizzle to a heavy downpour. Suddenly, Ding Hong's eyes focused, because he saw the scholar Zhang Zhiqiang, who had just disappeared, standing on a withered tree not far away from him! However, after Zhang Zhi had been drenched by the heavy rain, he had the appearance of a woman. No wonder Ding Hong felt weird when he was watching him at the inn.

The shopkeeper saw that Zhang Zhizhan, who pretended to be a scholar, showed his true colors, and laughed coldly. He unexpectedly used a slightly echoing voice and said, "You human, you are really patient. I really don't understand what the people of your time zone want! "

After Zhang Zhi revealed himself from the tree, he first frowned at the rain, then looked around, as if he was looking for something, and then answered: "Of course, time tribulation does not have the magical powers of Penglai, Heaven Palace, or Great Brahma Temple to protect humanity, but it is still possible to do so with just a little bit of strength. Your Xiluo Ghost Clan and Jueming Curse have joined forces to attempt to invade the human world.

The shopkeeper laughed mischievously. He suddenly lifted his right hand to peel off the layer of skin on his face, revealing a fierce face with green eyes and a red face. He said, "Ten Spring has been pestering you here for more than ten days. "If I let you know that I have not done my job well, I'm afraid my title as the frontline leader will not be preserved!

He raised the banner with both hands and chanted "Hundred Ghost Ghosts". Then, he fiercely inserted the banner into the ground. The sounds of "He He" could be heard continuously from the grave. Not long later, many terrifying monsters that Ding Hong had never seen before crawled out from the holes in the grave. Almost all of them appeared to be half the size of the monster from before. He didn't know how to deal with this mysterious woman. When Ten Spring saw these monsters, he discovered that one was missing and couldn't help but frown.

Ding Hong, who was hiding at the side and watching this strange scene, was a bit puzzled. Just now, he had clearly heard that there was an opposing relationship between the Xiluo Ghost Clan and the Tribulations of the Time. Xiluo was trying to intrude on the human world, but robbing this organization was hindering their plans, and he had just heard that Chuchu Chuchu was cooperating with the Ghost Clan!

The situation had changed too quickly, completely breaking the previous suspicions and doubts he had. This ghost that became the shopkeeper should be called the Ten Springs, and from the looks of it, the spell he cast should be some sort of summoning or something like that. He was hesitating on whether he should help that woman.

The monsters that crawled out of the graves had different shapes, but they all had one common characteristic, and that was that they were incomparably disgusting. The monsters that appeared behind Zhang Zhi were all forced to kneel down and kowtow to Wu Quan, and then they all stood up and emitted strange roars towards him.

After Zhang Zhi saw these monsters, his face remained calm. The rain fell from her hair, making her appear even more beautiful and elegant in such a terrifying place. She took out the small purplish black bell from her waist and looked at the monsters once more. With a move of her hand, "Dingdang", she shook the bell.

As soon as the "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-dong" sound was heard, a ball of purple fog slowly spread out from the void, and soon, the surroundings were completely surrounded by that purple fog. The moment the mist appeared, Ding Hong hurriedly retreated, not allowing the mist to envelop him. This was because he felt that this fog had some peculiar spiritual energy fluctuations, and these fluctuations were only felt by a False Spiritual Body cultivator like him that could interact with the world.

Ten Spring, on the other hand, was not as bright as Ding Hong. Seeing the fog spreading out from the surroundings, he just snorted coldly, not caring in the slightest. But after a while, he saw that the fog was getting denser and denser. He knew that if this went on, something strange was going to happen. With a loud roar, the monsters in the group all went berserk, running towards Zhang Zhiqiang.

Upon seeing the monster rushing at him, Zhang Zhi's mouth twitched upwards. Suddenly, he took out a piece of black charm paper from his right hand. He cut his finger and dripped some blood on it. Then, he threw it into the purple mist. As soon as the spell paper entered the mist, it turned into a black flame. The flame was just a small ball of flame at first, but after a few breaths, it suddenly and quickly spread through the fog. In but an instant, the black flames had burned a small portion of the fog. Many of the monsters in the front were burnt to ashes the moment they came into contact with the black flames, and they didn't even have time to cry out.

Seeing this scene, Ten Spring's face changed. He glanced at the bell in Zhang Zhi's hand and prepared to retreat. Unexpectedly, just as he moved, Zhang Zhi coldly snorted and the bell rang again. As Dingdang's voice rang out, Ten Springs, who was in the fog, suddenly felt his whole body shake. He felt a sense of absent-mindedness as he could not remember everything that just happened. He just stood there without moving. And in that moment of shock, the flames spread to his side. The moment the black fire burned his body, his absent-mindedness immediately disappeared. He let out a cry of surprise before waving the banner in his hand and sending out a deep green light. The black fire struggled for a while under the green light before extinguishing. But after the flames were extinguished, the black flames once more began to spread out. When Ten Spring saw this situation, he grit his teeth and coldly snorted. He loudly shouted, "You won't be able to stop us, the Xiluo Ghost Clan, from coming! "No way!" With that, he waved the long banner, turned into a cloud of black gas, and drilled into the ground, controlling the banner.

Seeing him run away, Zhang Zhi frowned and lightly shook the bell in his hand before putting it away. Ding dang ding-dong. After the sound was heard, the purple gas weakened a lot, but as soon as the black fire lost the support of the purple gas, it was extinguished. It was extremely mystical.

Seeing that the mist had dispersed, Zhang Zhi looked around and suddenly said, "Young Master, please show yourself."

Ding Hong, seeing that Zhang Zhizhan was contemplating what he should do after sending that Ten Spring Water away, heard Zhang Zhizhan's words. After thinking for a moment, he revealed himself and praised, "Good move, Miss."

Zhang Zhi looked over and saw that Ding Hong was actually sitting on a large rock. He said, "Young master naturally has good methods. Although I have seen the Yin Yang sword formation before, its nature is far inferior to young master's ability to directly communicate with the Spiritual Energy of the world."

Good eye! Ding Hong looked at her in surprise. He didn't expect her to be able to figure out the peculiarities of this Yin Yang sword formation in one go. Back when he was studying the Yin Yang sword formation, he was able to use the power of the Heaven and Earth spiritual energy to do so. In order to use it for real, Ding Hong did not know how many books about sword formations that the Immortal Heaven Pavilion had.

At this moment, Ding Hong did not have the energy to flatter her. He directly asked, "May I know why you have been hiding in the inn while disguised as a man? What happened to the Xiluo Ghost Clan just now? Please explain this to me, Miss. " He had already made up his mind. Just now, she couldn't pinpoint his location, so when he wanted to escape, she wouldn't be able to find him with this mask. If he could get any news out of them, naturally, he had to. The more the better, the less the profit.

Zhang Zhi looked at Ding Hong. Suddenly, he reached into his chest and took out a purple crystal necklace. He took off the pendant and hung it in his hand for Ding Hong to see.

Ding Hong spent a lot of effort to clearly see the necklace, on it was carved the character "Yin". Zhang Zhi saw that he should have seen it and replied, "I am Yin of the Twelve Tribulations of Time Tribulation." After she hung up the necklace, she said, "There are a total of five races in the Nether Ghost Realm. This Xiluo Ghost Clan is located in the west, and is the weakest of the five races. There were a total of twelve core members in the Tactics of the Time, and all of them were doing this to protect the peace of humanity. However, I am only here on my orders to stop Ten Spring from descending with a group of Ghosts. "

Ding Hong pondered for a moment, and asked with a cold tone, "Why do you think you want to cooperate with the Xiluo Ghost Clan? And how's the dark market recently? "

A light flashed in Zhang Zhi's eyes as he asked, "Does young master know about the Curse and the Dark Market?"

Ding Hong chuckled and said, "I don't know their exact situation, but I do know that they might want my life day and night. I just want to know why Ju-On wants to work with a ghost? "

Zhang Zhizhan's eyes became brighter and brighter as he said, "One year ago, after the dark market returned to the Jueming Spell, the power of the spell expanded once more and now occupies the barren land to the west of the Sky Region. I want to use it as my base to go to the Central Plains of the deer!"

Chasing Deer Central Plains? Ding Hong coldly snorted. Putting aside the fact that Chuchu and the Ghost Clan worked together, their hatred for the extermination of their clan must have had a lot to do with Chuchu Chujiang's. Just on this point, Ding Hong and Chuchu had an irreconcilable hatred for him.

Zhang Zhi suddenly said, "Young Master, you must be the previous young master of the dark market, Ding Hong?"

Hearing Zhang Zhi's words, her heart instantly became alert. She didn't say anything, but only looked at him. Zhang Zhi didn't seem to care at all, and said, "Young master, I can naturally guess what you have experienced, and what you have said about the Perception Spell. However, young master, you don't have to worry, I mean no harm. The mask on Young Master's waist must have been the famous treasure of the Penglai Sect's Sect Leader Wu Ling and the Heavenly Palace's Elder Yun Ziran, right? "Even if I had any thoughts about you, I would not dare to think about that Xiao He Mask." She smiled shyly. From time to time, water droplets would roll down his face, making him look even more charming.

Ding Hong frowned and said, "What do you mean by that?"

Zhang Zhi laughed, "There are a total of twelve tribulations in this time of tribulation. They are Son, Ugly, Yin, certain, Chen, Wu, Wu, and Hai. However, they are lacking one tribulation, 'Feng'. I don't know if Young Master is interested."