Broken Night

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One - Once the Northern Corpse Hunter

The ghost figure in the air opened its mouth and let out an invisible scream towards Xu Yan!

This Li Xiao turned into a black needle, which was not exposed.

And at the moment when the roar was screaming, the figure of the ghost had disappeared.

Only that black needle, its speed skyrocketed, and it sank into Xu Yan's eyebrows!

That is not a physical attack, but a spiritual attack!

Daoist Huang Quan chose spiritual attack, not only because the third black shadow was her strongest ghost, but also because the speed of spiritual attack was the fastest and most difficult to guard against. If the attack was replaced by the sword energy or fist light, maybe it was too late to see how Xu Yan died, and she was suppressed by the Pingzhi Danshan and died!

This was the most powerful tattoo technique she had ever used before she died, and this person was not even seen by the people present. Because it was the life pattern [Ghost Crying God Needle] of a powerful tattoo artist scattered in the north. The pattern of the spirit is hard to guard against, and it is also a well-known existence in the north.

But once, he was targeted by Daoist Huang Quan, killed and turned it into one of his own corpse patterns.

In this blow that Daoist Lady Huangquan made with all her strength, even if she encountered the five palaces who were not good at spirit, she would probably be injured.

So when she saw that the black needle sank into Xu Yan's forehead, she laughed frantically, her laughter was hoarse, and even black fragments and an endless stream of blood spurted out: "Good death! Good death! Hahaha! Boy, do you think this is the end?! Under the Huangquan Underworld, is the beginning of your nightmare! The old woman will enter the underworld with you, and will torture you to the point of death, and you cannot fall into reincarnation forever. In! Hahahaha!"

This kind of resentment made the cultivators present feel chills!

What a vicious old woman!

Although Xu Yan had nothing to do with them, but seeing such a vicious old woman, all of them showed disgust, and attacked to speed up the death of Huangquan Taoist woman! But no matter the various attacks, they cannot hide the wild laughter of Daoist Huangquan!

The black needle sank into Xu Yan's eyebrows, and to his surprise, the reaction was extremely fast this time.

Before the black needle entered Xu Yan's mind and destroyed his consciousness, a powerful suction force was generated from Xu Yan's chest, like a vortex!

The black needle turned into a ghost-like appearance, but at this moment there was no fierceness, as if encountering some natural nemesis, the hideous face was full of horror, constantly screaming. But no matter how it resisted, it seemed to have an invisible hand that pulled him into the sky fire in his chest, and disappeared instantly.

Xu Yan's expression was as usual outside, and he had already guessed about Tianhuo, but there was no wave on his face. The slightly immature face showed an unfathomable meaning, looking at the Huangquan Taoist woman in the air: "Come again, you old thief!"

The wild laughter of the Daoist Huang Quan stopped abruptly, looking at Xu Yan like a ghost. She immediately remembered that the connection between herself and the Noble Phantasm was forcibly erased by something, and she screamed in disbelief: "How is it possible! You... what is in your body!"

A look of joy appeared on Pingzhi's face, then he turned to Daoist Huangquan, remembering that the disciple he had finally found just now was almost gone, and his face instantly turned cold with lingering fears: "Suppress!"

boom!

The phantom of Nanshan in the air was pushed down again, and the two Nanshan collided at this moment, and the top of the mountain collided with the top of the mountain!

The Daoist Huangquan roared frantically: "I'm not reconciled!!"

It's just that no matter how unwilling she is, the black qi on her body has been dissipated, and as the last ray of black qi left, the vitality in her eyes dissipated like a tide, and she died.

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The south is dominated by cities, even large and small villages are centered on various cities. Like a spider, the city is the center of the spider, and various villages are scattered around.

But the north is different. The northerners are outspoken and love freedom. They do not like to take refuge in, and instead tend to be self-reliant. Every village will have a tattoo artist or a tattoo artist, and some of them spend money to invite practitioners to protect them.

If the south is the dynasty system, the north is the tribe!

There are countless tribes scattered all over the north. Even if there are three major forces in the north, Fentian Mountain, Sijitian, and Chaoxia Palace, they are not willing to attach themselves. It is precisely because of the stubborn style of the north that in terms of combat power, the north has always been stronger than the south!

Because they encounter battles almost every day, some are fighting between tribes for resources, some are fighting with wild beasts. In contrast, the south is like a small flower in a greenhouse. Although it has a standardized system for training, it lacks blood.

At this moment somewhere in the north, there is a tribe.

This tribe, its name is bloodthirsty tribe.

The scale of the tribe is not large, only about a hundred people. But some of the surrounding small tribes did not dare to provoke them, and the reason was very simple - the bloodthirsty tribe had a tattooist of the second palace as their protector. The surrounding tribes, but only the tattooists of the first palace.

There are numerous tribes in the north, but unlike the south, there is a systematic cultivation of tattooists and tattooists. Although the fighting strength of the north will be stronger than that of the south, the number of tattooists and tattooists is not as good. Therefore, in some small tribes, there is a person who has the last two palaces, which is already quite powerful.

At this moment, in a large camp in the bloodthirsty tribe, a tattooist is sitting in it, and there are beauties of the tribe serving. In the eyes of these beauties, although this strong man is a bit lustful, he is not as brutal as they have seen, nor will he force them to serve or sleep. In the north, killing people, robbing resources, and robbing beautiful women happen every day.

So they are quite willing to serve this strong man.

At this moment, the person with the tattoo of the Second Palace took a sip of fine wine, and his face was intoxicated. He never thought that he would be able to live such a leisurely life.

When he came out of that **** forbidden place, he sold all kinds of treasures he had brought back, and then bought tattoos that fit him. In the second palace, it is not weak.

He is Mouse San, once a famous corpse hunter at the end of the Red River.

Mouse San's small mouse-like eyes rolled: "Where's the little mouse? Where did you run to?" The beautiful woman beside him smiled, and the beauty in the north also had a kind of bold beauty: "It seems that he was killed." Three angry: "Call? Did that guy do his homework today?"

Hearing the word homework, the beauties on the side showed envy on their faces. The envy is the child who is only twelve years old. In their eyes, being able to have a strong person teach the practice from childhood is a gift from heaven. It is extremely difficult to set foot on the tattoo road in the north, and it is more about chance.

Like in the south, if you have silver taels, you can go to the academy to learn Wen Dao. Even if you don't have the talent for training and have the knowledge of Wen Dao, you will get twice the result with half the effort in various careers.

In the north, even if it is the length of the first book, it is even more difficult to want your children to be masters. For them, in addition to the three major forces opening their sects and accepting disciples every year, they can only talk about the chance, and they will be accepted as disciples when they meet a master.

And the young man called "little mouse" is one of the lucky ones, and those with the Ergong pattern since childhood taught him how to practice.

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In the suburbs not far from the bloodthirsty tribe.

In the woods, light snow still hangs from its trees.

The late autumn has arrived, and the cold winter in the north is longer than that in the south. In addition to summer, it snows in spring, autumn and winter. Among them, winter is the most. So in late autumn it already snows. In the middle of the night at this moment, an adult stag was walking in the forest on the silvery snow.

It's just that it didn't appear not far away, and there was a sharp eye quietly staring at it.