After leaving the 100000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, Zhang Han didn''t know where to go. He walked aimlessly in the air, flying fast and slow for several days, and landed on the ground at night.


    "It''s raining!"


    At this time, it is the midsummer season. A little bit of rain hit my face, which just means a little cold, and then bursts of sultry, which makes me feel more irritable.


    Zhang Han walked all the way through the sparse woods. Suddenly, he looked stunned. Unconsciously, he walked near a Yizhuang!


    Looking up, the yard was extremely dilapidated, and the surrounding walls were collapsed and broken. Even the gate of the yard was only left with a dilapidated door frame, leaning against the wall alone, and even the door panel disappeared.


    The plaque engraved with the word "Yizhuang" fell in front of the door. It accumulated thick dust. The handwriting was blurred and difficult to identify.


    "Bad luck..."


    This kind of place is generally a place where Yin Qi gathers, and there are many grievances and fierce ghosts. Zhang Han is not afraid of those complaining spirits in his heart. Seriously, the ghost complaining spirits should be afraid of him!


    However, as long as you are a normal person, I''m afraid you won''t like this place with heavy ghost and Yin.


    After looking around, he saw that there was no shelter around. Zhang Han weighed it in his heart and went straight into Yizhuang.


    Just walked into the yard, there were bursts of moldy smell in the fine rain, which made people frown. However, what surprised him even more was that there were still people in the yard at the moment!


    Specifically, three people, an old man and a little girl, confronted a mysterious man in ragged clothes not far away. Feeling Zhang Han''s rash intrusion, the three turned their heads and their eyes fell on him.


    Looking closely, the grandparents and grandchildren had seen Zhou Xian and Xiaohuan several times, but they didn''t know where Zhang Xiaofan who had been with them had gone. Presumably, after listening to Zhang Han''s bewitchment, I was so hot that I ran to be a preacher!


    Zhang Han turned his head and looked at the mysterious man. His hair was disheveled and his dark green Taoist robe was broken. The whole person was hidden in a cloud of black air, looming, and the mark of Qingyun gate was faintly visible on his cuff.


    Although the face can''t be seen clearly, the feeling of spiritual pressure is quite familiar. After a little thought, Zhang Han was surprised, "are you immortal daoxuan?!" and then said with a bitter smile, "unexpectedly, you were eaten back by the ferocity of the immortal sword?"


    Next to him, on Monday, Xian and Xiaohuan shook their bodies at the same time, and their faces changed greatly. The leader of Qingyun sect, the leader of Qun Lun, has become such a ghost?! Can you believe that?


    At the same time, the white figure hidden on the treetops in the distance was also shocked and inexplicable. He turned up a terrible wave in his heart, "master, how could he appear here? It seems that he has been possessed..."


    Under the cover of black fog, Taoist Xuan''s face was extremely blurred, but a pair of eyes burst out a frightening red awn, almost as real as breathing, with uncertain throughput and short duration. From time to time, his mouth gave out strange laughter, strange and inexplicable.


    "Who am I? It''s my good disciple who betrayed the mountain gate!" daoxuan said.


    The voice tone is not once gentle and calm, but hoarse with a trace of sharpness, combined with the ghost face, which makes people tremble and panic.


    Looking at the tragedy of daoxuan, Zhang Han''s face was very complex. Anyway, the other party had been his master for five years. There was always kindness. Now, seeing that he was tortured by the evil spirit, and became neither human nor ghost, I felt very uncomfortable.


    After a long silence, Zhang Han''s eyes fell on the stone sword in daoxuan''s hand, which looked like stone and jade. He vaguely saw that several cracks appeared on the sword body of the sword. It''s as if the stone sword would break if you hit it with one punch.


    "Master, you''d better lose the immortal killing sword. If it goes on like this, I''m afraid even your mind will be eroded by the evil spirit in the sword and completely degenerate into a devil!" Zhang Han sighed and said faintly.


    "Quack, quack..."


    The voice just fell, and bursts of sharp strange laughter came from his ears. The red light in daoxuan''s eyes was even better. He sneered, "possessed? Hehe, no matter how degenerate, it''s a hundred times better than you become a monster. What qualifications do you have to say I am possessed?"


    "Ha ha..."


    Zhang Han suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed with a loud shock. He reverberated wantonly in the lonely and dilapidated Yizhuang. The shock made the broken house vibrate violently for a few times, the dust splashed up, and the heavy rain fell to the ground again.


    "You''re right. In fact, I''m not qualified to advise you! However, after five years of entry, I owe you love and Qingyun love. Today, anyway, I want you to regain your reason!"


    The sky seemed darker, the rain gradually became heavier, and the water gathered on the green bricks and tiles and trickled slowly. Although it is midsummer, the whole Yizhuang becomes extremely cold, and the cold wind blows, which makes people feel uneasy.


    Listening to Zhang Han''s words, the red light in daoxuan''s eyes gradually converged and seemed to restore some reason.


    However, before he could say anything more, the red light burst out again, and there was another low strange smile in his mouth. He held the immortal killing sword in front of him and said coldly, "you broke the sword array on Tongtian peak that day only because you were seriously injured. Such a great humiliation will be recovered today in the name of killing immortals!"


    While talking, Taoist Xuan''s clothes and robes were bulging, and bursts of black fog rose from the void, rolling and surging. In just a few seconds, it had covered the sky and covered the surrounding sky. It seems that there are countless ferocious beasts roaring and roaring with terrible momentum.


    Zhang Hanwei was surprised that Bai''s consciousness dominated his body during his sleep. It seemed that he had done several great things... However, even if daoxuan was seriously injured, the immortal killing sword array was powerful. Does Bai have such high strength?


    After Bai absorbed the evolution of heaven and earth''s evil Qi, Zhang Han could not feel how high his spirit pressure was. However, I can''t feel that at least it means that Bai is at least a big level higher than himself. It''s not impossible to regret to kill the immortal sword array.


    Feeling the real huge momentum on him, Zhou Xian retreated one after another holding the small ring. For a moment, they had retreated to the corner of the wall. Their faces were white and trembled violently.


    A fierce devil is terrible enough, and there''s another one! Do I really have to explain here? On Monday, the fairy couldn''t help thinking of it sadly.


    At this time, Zhang Han pointed like a sword and waved an invisible sword to his side. He cut a long and narrow crack in the wall and said faintly, "leave quickly and fight later. I can''t take care of you!"


    Looking at the crack that just allows one person to pass sideways, Zhou Xian''s already desperate heart is hidden and bright. He only feels that the desolate wind, rain and darkness outside the crack are like heaven and yearning.


    Zhou Yixian bowed to Zhang Han''s back, hurriedly pulled up the small ring, hurriedly crossed the crack and ran to the distance. Before long, it disappeared into the dark.