Chapter 1 Yimu’s Soul Binding

The sun sets outside Huaiyuan Town.

At this time, there were not many people on the sparse rural road. At the end of the road, there was a group of children standing, clearly separated into two sides.

One of the children, half a head taller than his accomplices, with sharp edges on his face, was shouting to one of the other party:

"Zhang Daniu, I am willing to admit defeat. You have already lost a game just now. If we win this game again, you must call me big brother when you see me in the town from now on! And you can't pester Xiaocui in the future!"

The kid named Da Niu, who was already big and round at a young age, snorted when he heard this: "Okay, Little Dog Liang, I just used a trick on you to win a round by chance, I won't be merciful in this round!"

The kid surnamed Liang rolled his eyes when he heard this, and immediately said: "The questions in the last game were set by you, and it's my turn to decide this game."

"How to compare?"

“Let’s compete with who can climb Wenliang Mountain first!”

"It's a deal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the kid surnamed Liang rushed out in a hurry, while the one named Daniel was stunned for a moment, and then he chased after him with curses.

The sky is getting darker, and the mountain road is getting quieter. A child is walking quickly in the forest. He has a straight nose and thin lips, and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Especially at such a young age, he has a sense of weirdness. He is the child who made a bet with the big cow earlier. The child’s name is Liang Yan. He suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.

"I didn't expect that the competition with Daniel and the others would reach this point. If I don't go back now, I'm afraid dad will nag me again."

But then I thought to myself: "I don't know when someone has tampered with the area around the top of the mountain. If I rush up randomly, I can only wander around. This should be the formation that the gentleman in the town mentioned. That day I was lucky enough to find a secret. The road can go straight to the top of the mountain, but the big bull doesn't know the trick, so he will definitely lose to me this time!"

Liang Yan couldn't help but feel hot in his heart when he thought that he would be able to secure his position as the eldest among the children in the town.

"That's all, go and come back quickly this time. When I get to the top of the mountain, I'll tease the bull. Then I can go home quickly. It won't waste too much time. At most, it will be some punishment!"

With his mind made up, Liang Yan put strength under his feet, lowered his head and ran wildly. He was already familiar with this road in the mountains.

As he was running, he suddenly felt a soft force coming from him. Suddenly his feet slipped and he sat back. When he looked up, he saw a tall figure standing in front of him.

The visitor wore an Eguan high hat, a linen robe, and long boots. His waist was tied with a hemp rope, and a small rag bag was tied to it. His eyes were closed tightly, and he was holding a branch in his right hand. He turned out to be a blind old man.

Liang Yan calmed down, got up from the ground, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, old man, I was reckless and accidentally bumped into you."

The old man smiled slightly and was not angry. Instead, he said gently: "Huaiyuan Town should be ahead. Are you a kid from the town?"

Although his voice was soft, for some reason it made Liang Yan feel at ease, and he replied respectfully: "The old man guessed it right, the boy lives in this town."

Hearing this, the old man touched his chin and said, "It's so late and you're still running up the mountain. There must be something urgent, right? Young people, don't worry about me, old man. You can go and do your business."

Liang Yan looked at the branch in the old man's hand hesitantly. The old man seemed to be aware of it and said, "Don't worry, little kid. I have been walking all year round and rely on this branch. I will never go astray."

After hearing this, Liang Yan looked at him with some surprise. From the beginning to now, Liang Yan always had the feeling that although the old man's eyes were closed from beginning to end, he felt like he was being seen through. The taste was really weird, and it made him feel wary.

"In this case, let me go first. The mountain road is rugged, so please be careful." Liang Yan imitated the walking businessmen in the town and clasped his fists, then turned and hurried to the top of the mountain.

Wenliang Mountain is not high, it can only be regarded as a small hill at best. But he was delayed by the old man on the way, and Liang Yan felt panic for no reason. By the time he arrived at the entrance of the secret passage in his memory, it was already half moonlight.

"This should be it."

Liang Yan pushed aside the plants at the entrance of the cave, but was stunned the next moment when he saw that the entrance of the cave had been completely blocked by a pile of rubble.

"What on earth is going on? It's over. Now it's all in vain."

After all, he was just a boy in his teens. He had been fighting so hard all day long, thinking he was sure of victory, but in the end he couldn't win. For a moment, he felt huge disappointment in his heart. He was so confused that he didn't know how long he had been walking, waiting for a reaction. We had already reached the top of the mountain when we came here.

"Doubtful? Why is there no formation blocking the top of the mountain today, and why am I walking up there inexplicably?"

Full of doubts, Liang Yan walked around the top of the mountain and looked up at the sky.

"At this moment, the big cow hasn't come up yet, so he should have given up. It seems that I won in the end! Well, I have to go home quickly, otherwise my dad will definitely have to nag me for a long time."

Thinking of today's competition, I still had the last laugh, I couldn't help but feel the depression in my heart was swept away, and I strode down the mountain.

The moon and stars are sparse, and under the night sky, Huaiyuan Town is extremely quiet tonight.

There was no sound in the empty streets. Logically speaking, the residents of Huaiyuan Town did not go to bed so early, but now, not to mention the residents, there was not even a single domestic animal or horse.

At this time, a soft sigh suddenly came from the roof of an ordinary house:

"Hmph, I haven't seen him for many years. I didn't expect that Junior Brother He's methods are getting more and more despicable."

This was said without any beginning or end, and no one responded to him. The speaker was an old man from Eguan. He was sitting cross-legged on the roof with his eyes closed, as if an old monk was in meditation. If Liang Yan were here, he would definitely recognize that this person was the old man he met on the mountain road.

At this moment, a strong man emerged from the end of the street. He was tall and tall, wearing a short linen shirt and carrying a shovel on his back. He looked like a peasant. The most bizarre thing is that his eyes are dull, his eyes are turned upward, and the corners of his mouth are crooked, giving him a look of dementia.

Although the man was dementia, his steps were fast. In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to the house where the old man was. Then he jumped up, took out the shovel from behind, and ran straight to the door in front of him.

Seeing that the coming person was menacing, the old man did not dodge or dodge, and still sat cross-legged. He just flicked the middle finger of his right hand, and a little firelight under the night sky galloped towards the strong man.

There was just a pop, and the fire entered his body. The strong man kept walking, but suddenly there was a muffled sound on his body, and then it exploded. In the blink of an eye, three places exploded on his body.

But the strange thing is that no blood was spilled from the blasted hole. The strong man shrank like a deflated rubber ball. A green vine grew out of each of the three holes in his body, extending along the wall of the house and towards the roof. superior.

The old man frowned slightly, waved his left sleeve, and a faint wall of fire spread around. When the vines encountered the wall of fire, they made a sizzling sound and turned into a faint mist.

At this moment, something strange happened again. The roof where the old man was sitting suddenly exploded, and two sword lights struck him from the bottom up. Many peasants also rushed out of the nearby houses, some holding swords and some holding iron rods. Without exception, these people all had facial dementia, but their movements were so fast that they could hardly be seen clearly.

The old man's brows tightened, his whole body rose into the sky, his right hand quickly made seals, and he muttered something. Dozens of daggers shot out from his cuffs, shooting at the surrounding peasants with incomparable precision.

Like the man before, these people were stabbed several times in mid-air, but no blood from normal people flowed out. Instead, several vines shot out from the wounds and went straight to the old man.

The old man seemed to be quite fearful, with a serious face. He drew a circle in front of him with his left hand and kept kneading with his right hand. A large flame bell appeared around the body. Various ancient inscriptions were carved on the bell with flames, and a majestic aura emanated from it.

As soon as the big bell appeared, it locked the old man inside the bell. As soon as the rattan shoots from the surroundings met the big flaming bell, they immediately turned into thick black smoke and dissipated.

At this time, a chuckle suddenly came: "The Fire God Bell is one of the eight secret skills of the sect. When you practice it to great perfection, all evil will not be avoided, and the demons will retreat. I just don't know how far Senior Brother Yan has practiced it?"

"Hmph! Junior Brother He can understand how far Yan's magical power has been cultivated. But I didn't expect that your majestic He Muqing would actually set up this Yimu soul-binding formation in order to avoid my pursuit. Although this formation is a sect It was created by the masters of the sect, but the formation needs to be led by living people, which is really harmful to the moral character. The new sect leader has explicitly banned it and made this array a forbidden technique of the sect. I didn't expect you to be so crazy and crazy. This Yimu soul-binding is done, little one I’m afraid the lives of more than 300 innocent mortals in this town have been murdered by you, right?!”

These words were righteous, but the man in the dark burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Blind Yan! Are you going to do this in front of me? We, the wise, don't tell secrets. If I die today and you get the things, I'm afraid not a single person in this town will be able to survive. With you, Blind Yan, The method will let go of any mortal who may leak the news? In this case, it is better to use it for me."

Blind Yan frowned slightly, but his consciousness had quietly spread, as if he was looking for something.

"Junior brother, don't talk nonsense. It's better to surrender and follow me back to the sect to plead guilty. Maybe we can ask for forgiveness from the sect master and maybe gain a chance of survival."

"Hmph, others don't know about you, don't I know about you?" The man in the dark said coldly: "Back then, Senior Brother and Senior Sister Liu were such talented people, but you both forced them to death!"

Blind Yan snorted coldly: "That's because they were arrogant and arrogant, made careless friends, and finally fell into the devil's way! Yan was forced to do this."

"Hahaha, you have no choice but to put it nicely. It's nothing more than killing people and seizing treasures, just like what you are doing now! You have been wandering around the top of Wenliang Mountain nearby for many days, secretly using the sect's secret treasure to ask for the heart mirror on me. A ray of Qi was implanted in my body to prevent me from escaping. Hehe, do you really think I don’t know? But you never thought that instead of running away, I would lay a Yimu soul arrester in this town and try to arrest you. Are you going to kill this person? Hahaha!"

Blind Yan sighed: "In this case, there is absolutely nothing to talk about."

As soon as the word "talk" came out of his mouth, Blind Yan suddenly struck with lightning, and a stream of fiery red light shot out, directly towards a large water tank in the old house on the corner. With a bang, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi emerged from the water tank in embarrassment. .

This person is naturally the so-called "Junior Brother He" of He Muqing. He is tall and thin, with eagle eyes and a broad nose. His body is covered in flames, and his face looks horrified.

He made seals with his hands repeatedly, the green light flowing all over his body was unstable, and his skin turned into a wood-green color, with ancient inscriptions looming on it, trying to resist the flames all over his body.

However, the flames were like maggots on the tarsus, and no matter how hard the middle-aged man tried, he could not put them out.

Yan Xiazi had already escaped to the sky above He Muqing, muttering something in his mouth, and then opened his mouth to spit it out. Four ancient fire nails were seen shooting out from his mouth, nailing He Muqing's limbs firmly to the ground.

At this time, Yan Xiazi smiled slightly and said: "Junior brother, you are too big. Your Prison Ox Wood Armor has only been trained to a small level. How can you withstand my fire wolf poison?" He touched his chin and showed a proud look. .

He had a winning chance at the moment, and was about to go down to search for souls to find the master's treasure, but suddenly something happened!

He Muqing's body lying on the ground suddenly collapsed like a deflated rubber ball, and in the blink of an eye, only a piece of skin was left on the ground.

And a large number of vines grew from his body, as thick as a child's arm, rising into the sky, forming a wooden cage, locking Yan Xiazi inside.

Blind Yan only felt that the spiritual energy in his body was moving like a quagmire, and he could not use even half of his magical powers!

At the same time, there was a loud rumbling sound underground, and the ground collapsed in eight places in the town. Eight wooden piles as thick as water tanks rose from the ground, forming a mysterious restriction.

Then the roofs of houses in the entire town exploded one after another, and more than 300 people in the town flew high into the sky.

These people all had stupid faces, formed strange spells with their hands, and then opened their mouths to shoot more than 300 canes at Blind Man Yan who was trapped in the wooden prison.

These rattans were as black as ink and emitted a foul odor. After shooting out the vines, everyone's bodies quickly withered and fell from the sky like mummies, without any vitality at all.

Yan Xiazi was in the formation, and he felt an overwhelming corrosive aura surrounding him, eating away at his body bit by bit. Even with his cultivation level, he couldn't resist it.

What's worse is that his consciousness seems to be affected, and his thinking becomes slower and slower.

Just before he completely lost consciousness, his left hand touched the rag pouch at his waist without any trace, and the next moment it stopped completely and fell downwards.

At this time, there was a flash of blue light on the ground, and a middle-aged man in green clothes emerged from the ground. He looked at Yan Xiazi's body and said with a smile:

"Senior brother, you have spoken to me many times, don't you just want to find out where I am hiding in the formation? It's a pity that you have calculated everything, and you don't know that I have refined the incarnation of my body and hid it here. I want to lead you to the sure-kill position in the formation, right? Hahaha!"

When I thought that Yan Xiazi was dead and that the sect had lost all clues in tracing him, and that from now on it could be said that the sky is high and birds can fly, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

He turned his hand and was about to collect Yan Xiazi's storage bag, but suddenly he felt his whole body's spiritual energy tightening, and then all of it flowed out uncontrollably to his feet.

He Muqing was shocked, and his instinctive reaction was to use the shield technique to fly into the sky, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead and could not leave the ground at all.

He glanced down with his consciousness and saw several flaming red spiders piercing half of their heads into the soles of his feet. These spiders were connected end to end to form a line, and at the other end of the line was Blind Man Yan lying on the ground.

He Muqing's spiritual power disappeared in an instant, and then the life in his body also disappeared rapidly. His eyes widened, and he only muttered "Netherworld Fire Spider." before falling down.

As his vitality passed away rapidly, on the other side, Yan Xiazi's face gradually turned rosy, his vitality gradually returned, and he finally crawled back slowly.

Although the battle between the two only lasted for a moment, the intrigue and deception between them was truly dangerous. But it was the blind old man who had the last laugh.

He swept away the dust on his body, looked down at He Muqing's body, and laughed at himself: "Since I got this Nether Fire Spider, I have always regarded it as my biggest trump card, but I didn't expect that it would be used on my junior brother for the first time. What a trick of fate. "

Then he put one hand on He Muqing's head, black light appeared, and he used the soul-searching technique. After a moment, his eyes flashed, he looked at an extremely ordinary house at the entrance of the village, and said to himself: "It turns out to be there."