Chapter 165 Mass Grave

"Brother Wu Gu, you don't know this. In addition to the outer sect deacons who are ordered to find the target, young monks nearby who want to join our Huaxue Sect can also sign up to participate in the mass grave. These few people are all here voluntarily."

The wolf-fanged man pointed at the young monks opposite him. There were men and women among them. They were all young and their cultivation was all at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Upon hearing this, the old demon Wu Gu was a little indignant, "Humph! If I had known this, I would have just killed these guys who volunteered to sign up. Why would I have gone to such great lengths to pick up such a useless kid."

"Brother, there is no need to be angry. I also searched for several days before I found a suitable target. Anyway, as long as we send people to the mass grave, we can complete the task. What else does it have to do with us?"

The wolf-fanged man said disapprovingly.

After hearing this, the old man Wu Gu looked at the fat boy in his arms. Thinking that no matter whether the boy was dead or alive in the end, this trip had finally completed the task, he felt a little relieved.

"Okay, it's getting late. We just need to throw these brats into the mass grave, and when the last two are left, we can fish them out and bring them to the sect."

While the wolf-fanged man was talking, he grabbed a skinny boy.

Falling into his hands, the boy was terrified and trembling as he looked at the bottomless mass grave.

The boy looked at the wolf-fanged man in fear and begged for mercy, but he still couldn't stop the other party's actions and threw him in directly.

After a few screams, it returned to calm.

Seeing this, many outer gate deacons of the surrounding Huaxue Sect also threw the prey they found into the pit, and disappeared one after another in the gloomy clouds in the pit.

The young monks who volunteered to come also jumped in without hesitation.

A girl in a black skirt glanced around slightly, and a strange color seemed to flash in her eyes, and then she disappeared in the mass grave.

The boneless old man felt the breath of the fat boy, sneered twice and said: "The breath has recovered a lot. I think he will wake up after entering the mass grave. Let me go!"

With a grim smile, the boneless old man threw the boy casually, and the boy soon disappeared into the clouds.

At the same time, several laughs sounded around: "Although we have captured many Qi-refining monks this time, only two can survive in the end. I think this selection will be quite exciting."

"Yes, I really want to see who of these little guys will survive to the end."

While the deacons were chatting, they cast spells together. The clouds in the tiankeng gradually dissipated, revealing a group of Qi-refining monks falling into the mass grave.

...

Time is ruthless, and the spring and autumn have passed in the dream.

The fat boy seemed to have slept for a long time before waking up from the pain.

He opened his heavy eyelids, and what came into his eyes was the gray clouds, which hit his heart with a manic murderous aura, and he was lying on a cold stone platform.

The blazing white sunlight penetrated through the clouds, making him unable to open his eyes. After a long time, his vision gradually became clear.

This place was a deep cenote, surrounded by spiritual power and magic arrays, and the sound of fighting with weapons colliding could be heard faintly.

"Where am I...?"

This fat boy was naturally Ye Chunyang, whose soul had been transferred to Ye Xiaobao.

Looking at the deep cenotes around him, Ye Chunyang felt confused, and his memory began to retreat. In his mind, he replayed the scene of the battle with the ancient troll under the cave of Xishanling.

"The big demon is chasing, setting up arrays, changing bodies, teleporting..."

"Has the teleportation array finally started? Is this place... still in Dongzhou?"

Ye Chunyang suddenly woke up.

He stood up and found that there were many figures in the pit, but they all looked alert, with more or less blood on their bodies, and there were many corpses lying on the ground.

Recalling the sound of the fight just now, there was no need to think too much about this scene. He was probably teleported to an extremely dangerous place.

While some people were watching with eager eyes, like jackals, being wary of each other, the fights in other parts of the mass grave continued, blood was sprayed all the time, and the whole scene was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Ye Chunyang's face sank, and he hurriedly ran the skills to check himself, but then, his face looked extremely ugly.

His foundation was damaged, and his cultivation fell to the fifth level of Qi Refining!

"It seems that when the big demon attacked, the teleportation array was also affected, so the spiritual power was unstable, causing me to be seriously injured during the transmission process."

Ye Chunyang smiled bitterly, and he didn't expect that the accidental involvement in the teleportation array would damage his foundation and his cultivation fell sharply.

In this unknown environment, with this little cultivation, if the big demon chases again, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape.

"The space jade gourd and the spirit spoon are still there. As long as I can stimulate the production of medicinal materials to refine the elixir, I should be able to recover my cultivation and rebuild my foundation soon."

After checking his body again, Ye Chunyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

During the battle with the troll, he was caught off guard by the other party and many treasures in the Qiankun bag were taken away by the big demon.

Fortunately, the space jade gourd, the spirit spoon, the spirit beast bag and other important things that made him powerful were hidden in Xiaobao early on, which gave him the confidence to recover.

Moreover, after changing his body, he has the qualifications of a natural spirit root. Even if he doesn't have two bodies to practice with, he won't be too slow.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved.

Although he didn't know where this place was, the most important thing at the moment was to buy time to recover his cultivation.

Looking around, Ye Chunyang wanted to find a way to leave here.

With all these resources, it would not be difficult to recover his foundation in a few years.

But soon he gloomily discovered that the mass grave was surrounded by forbidden spells and magic arrays, which were obviously set up by humans to prevent the people in the pit from escaping.

At this time, he also noticed a cold gaze looking at him.

Ye Chunyang paused and looked back. He saw a young man who was also at the fifth level of Qi Refining, carrying a broadsword, with a sinister smile on his face, staring at him with a bad face.

After the body change, although his appearance was a little funny, he still looked like a harmless little fat man, especially his black and white eyes were full of wisdom, just like the main body.

"I'm really lucky. I met an excellent prey as soon as I came down."

The young monk drew out the broadsword behind him, stretched out his tongue and licked the blade, looking bloodthirsty: "Fatty, as the first person in this mass grave who saw blood in my hands, you should be proud."

"Mass grave?"

Ye Chunyang frowned slightly and stood still in thought.

He had never heard of this place. It seemed that this was indeed not Dongzhou.

"Hey, I met a fool. Was he knocked unconscious by the elders of Huaxue Sect and left here?"

The young monk saw Ye Chunyang's astonishment and guessed that he was close to the truth. He did not explain much and raised his broadsword, roaring and running towards him.

A cold light flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes.

He had profound skills in the Origin Heavenly Scripture, and he had an absolute advantage in speed. In a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

This ghostly body movement startled the young monk. When he turned around, Ye Chunyang was behind him.

The young monk was shocked, but he turned around again before he could think about it, and chopped with his broadsword.

Ye Chunyang looked at this person with sarcasm. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Although his cultivation has dropped sharply, it is easy for him to deal with monks of the same level. This person treated him as prey, which was simply looking for death.

He stood still and looked at the young monk approaching with cold eyes.

The young monk saw that the fat man was still in a daze when he was about to die, and his face showed a bit of pride. He raised his sword and was about to cut off his neck.

At this moment, Ye Chunyang stretched out one hand.

The young monk saw a flash of yellow light, and then the strong wind gathered and turned into a huge palm that fell from the sky.

There was a loud bang.

The young monk's eyes turned black, and golden stars appeared. The protective energy on his body was shattered like a dead tree and rotten wood. The huge sword in his hand was actually broken by a blow. His body crawled on the ground, and he really fell to the ground. His teeth and blood sprayed all over the ground.

"You... How is it possible?"

The young monk's face was filled with horror, and he realized that he might have kicked the iron plate.

He turned pale and ran.

This person was obviously also a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator, but he had such amazing energy. If he stayed, he would only die on the spot.

However, before the young monk escaped three steps, a strong wind suddenly blew behind him, and the shadow covered him again.

Ye Chunyang's face was cold, and he pointed his two fingers in the air, and an invisible sword energy shot out.

The atmosphere in the mass grave was weird, and this person was merciless. If he had a little mercy, he would be in a very bad situation.

He never thought that he was a great saint with great compassion. Since the other party wanted to take his life, he would naturally not let him go.

With a puff, the young monk suddenly screamed, and a sharp sword energy came out from behind him, and scarlet blood flowed out.

"You... your magic... how can it be so powerful?"

The young monk turned back with difficulty and looked at the fat boy who was walking towards him step by step with a smile. In addition to astonishment, his eyes were more afraid of death.

Ye Chunyang did not answer. Although his Tao foundation was temporarily damaged, his magic was all above the advanced level. Although he had lost all his spiritual power, the other party was just a small Qi-refining monk in his eyes. The Qi force alone was enough to kill him in seconds.

"Since you regard me as prey, you should be prepared to be attacked by the prey at any time."

Ye Chunyang had no intention of talking to him, and only said coldly: "Tell me, what exactly is this place? What are they doing?"

As a newcomer, Ye Chunyang was not familiar with everything, and he had to understand the situation clearly before he could formulate a response plan.

The young monk opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was unable to say a word when he came to his mouth.

He was dying, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Ye Chunyang.

At first, he thought he had met such a stupid boy who could only be dazed and dazed. He thought he could get a soft persimmon, but he actually provoked a bad star. The young monk regretted it for a while.

Seeing this, Ye Chunyang sighed slightly, showing a pure smile that was harmless to people and animals, and walked to the side of the young monk to explore. He wanted to get some information about this place from the other party, but it seemed that he had just hit him too hard. Although this guy was not dead, he was breathing out more than breathing in.

Frowning, Ye Chunyang had no choice but to activate the Soul Refining Technique to invade the other party's mind and begin searching for his memory.