I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

It was too quiet, Yu Huaiyin was groping forward in the darkness, only the clang of Minsheng's gun on the ground and his own footsteps could be heard.

In this abyss, time seems to have stopped, making people unable to feel the passage of time at all.

After a long time, it will make people have a strange idea, and the unspeakable loneliness spreads in the heart.

It made Yu Huaiyin feel like he was a locked cage, abandoned by someone on the bottom of the ocean, slowly covered with seaweed and moss, and groups of fish and shrimp passed by.

He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, and the silence was maddening.

"Senior, did you find anything?"

"Liang Book, you..."

In the mutual acquaintance, the voices of the two sounded at the same time.

He was silent, but Liang Book continued his previous question and replied: "There are people in this darkness."

Because of his words, Yu Huaiyin frowned, his eyes glanced into the distance, and all he saw was the darkness.

"What kind of person do you see?" Yu Huaiyin asked, thinking that he had made such a big commotion just now, and now there is not even a shadow of a ghost, where did the person come from.

"It's still a little far away, I can't see clearly right now, but they don't seem to move, I'll know when I get closer." Liang Chu replied.

He looked at the densely packed figures not far away, wondering why these "human" things were so quiet.

It didn't look like a living thing, let alone the ghosts he had seen before.

Liang Ce approached cautiously, pulled out the Po Hua Dao hidden in his boot, and held it tightly in his palm.

It's normal for people to be inexplicably nervous in the dark, coupled with Liang Chu's weird words, Yu Huaiyin also became vigilant.

He clenched his hands tightly, and the blue dragon on the gun became more and more aware of his master's emotions after drinking his master's blood.

At this time, Yu Huaiyin made a subconscious action to let Canglong know his fear of darkness.

The phantom flashed, and a gentle blue light burst out.

But following the faint light, Yu Huaiyin discovered that there were indeed many figures in the position directly in front of him.

They were different in height, fat and thin, and they stood in the same area very crowded, but they didn't make a sound.

Roughly estimated, there are hundreds of people.

"Liang Ce, I saw the figures you mentioned, but I don't know how big the place you and I are now, and how many of these people are there. I think the formation here is mysterious, maybe they were also set up by the people who set up the formation. One of the traps, so before we meet, don't reveal your position to prevent fraud."

Yu Huaiyin boldly approached step by step, the dark crowd, and at the same time reminded Liang Chi not to make a sound to look for him, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Yes." Liang Chu responded, and then his steps became lighter and his attention became more focused.

In order to ensure that he would not be attacked suddenly, he even tried to use his mental power to explore his surroundings.

With the recovery of Linghai, Liang Ce's cultivation level, which was originally in the Qi training stage, directly leapfrogged to the elementary level of alchemy.

This situation is obviously different from when he first came to Qixing Town.

The improvement of cultivation means that all attributes of his body will be greatly improved, among which the enhancement of spiritual consciousness is the most obvious.

Seeing things with the heart, everything in the dark instantly becomes clear.

"Who is it!" Suddenly, Liang Ce felt someone approaching behind him.

The moment he turned around, a silver light flashed from the broken blade in his hand, just hitting a figure standing in the darkness.

With a sound of "Peng--", the figure was unprepared, half of his body was cut open by the broken knife, and he fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"What?" This sudden turn of events made Liang Ce startled, and quickly squatted down to look at the unlucky shadow that had been killed by him.

But what he saw lying on the ground was not a real person, but a pile of broken sand and rubble.

It was a clay figurine.

Surprised, Liang Ce fiddled with the broken knife twice, the mud clods on the ground that had not yet been broken into powder.

A black bamboo board about one inch long appeared in front of Liang Ce.

He picked it up carefully, but saw the delicate runes drawn with cinnabar on the bamboo board, floating with splendor.

Liang Book carefully studied for a long time, but still failed to comprehend the meaning above, so he put the bamboo board back to its original place and walked towards other figures.

After checking several times in a row, when Liang Chu confirmed that these so-called figures were actually clay figurines, he sent a voice transmission to Yu Huaiyin, "Senior, don't worry, these things can't hurt us, they seem to be all clay figurines."

When Liang Chu's voice came, Yu Huaiyin seemed to have also noticed this situation.

He shuttled among the figures, carefully observing the expressions on their faces, and suddenly an ominous premonition rose in his heart, and he always felt that something was not quite right.

Instead of saying that he noticed any clues, the only suspicious thing was the corners of the mouths of these clay figurines.

They all had their eyes closed and their expressions were peaceful.

But when you stand in front of them and stare at one of the clay figurines for a long time, the corners of that clay figurine's mouth will slightly turn up, as if smiling at you.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and he shivered, "Liang Chi, do you think this clay figurine is a bit strange, if you look carefully, their expressions seem to have something in common, like they are smiling?"

After speaking, Yu Huaiyin looked at the clay figurine's closed eyes, and suddenly felt a trace of joy, as if seeing an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to caress the face of the clay figurine, and smiled as if bewitched.

Hearing this question, Liang Ce also stopped to observe the face of the clay figurine carefully, and murmured: "Indeed, these people seem to be crying."

"Crying?" Yu Huaiyin noticed this key word, and understood that the Liang Book was different from what he saw.

Subconsciously, he already had a sense of crisis, and he wanted to stop immediately.

However, his hands and feet seemed to be uncontrollable, and they became more and more stiff.

The ginkgo glass at the waist slammed into each other violently, reminding something intentionally.

"Liang Book, don't touch those stone statues, it's strange!"

Unable to move his body, Yu Huaiyin hurriedly sent a voice transmission to inform Liang Chi. At the same time, he turned his eyes and looked at the arm that was touching the face of the clay figurine. The human flesh and blood had disappeared, but had turned into clay.

"Oops, he was careless."

Yu Huaiyin secretly scolded himself for being stupid, before he could say a greeting from Zaan, he turned into one of the thousands of clay figurines.

There is only a trace of clear consciousness left, and I still know what a terrible change has happened to me.

On the other side, Liang Ce was staring at a clay figurine in a daze, and was surprised to find that a tear fell from the corner of the clay figurine's eye.

He instinctively wanted to touch it, but Yu Huaiyin reminded him in time, which brought him back to his senses and realized that all this was a conspiracy.

But even though his consciousness came to his senses, the hand that reached out to the clay figurine broke away from his body's control and continued to move forward.

Immediately, Liang Chu held the right hand of the broken sword and swung it with his backhand, the blade cut a bloodstain on the back of his left hand.

The severe pain made him couldn't help but snort, and the feeling of being restrained disappeared in an instant.

The moment he got out of control, there was also a slight energy fluctuation in Liang Chu's spiritual consciousness.

It was no accident that he was so vigilant, but when he used his mental power to explore his surroundings, he had set up a spider web barrier within a five-mile radius.

As the name of this enchantment suggests, the caster can lay down a thread of spiritual power as thin as a spider's silk within a fixed range.

These threads, thread by thread, are interlocking and will center on the caster to form a ring-like barrier, which is used to perceive the actions of all creatures in the enchantment.

Because it consumes almost no spiritual power, it is difficult to be discovered, but at the same time, it requires extremely high control ability of the caster's mind, so it is difficult to refine.

Even someone like Liang Chu, who is blessed by the heavens, has practiced hard since childhood.

Thinking about it, the underground palace under the Greedy Wolf altar was extremely cold and humid, and there were countless poisonous insects, rats and ants.

If he didn't have such a good talent, he would have fed his flesh and blood to mice as early as a child.

At this moment, the prey that fell into the spider's web moved very lightly, as if it was trying its best to hide its whereabouts, but it couldn't escape the hunter's grasp.

"Sure enough, someone is here, come out soon!"

Liang Ce locked the opponent's position, swung his knife violently, and smashed a clay figurine behind him to the right.

Sure enough, I caught a glimpse of a moving figure, and after losing its cover, it frantically fled into the dark.

"Want to run?" Liang Chi narrowed his eyes, he is a native of Tanlang country, even if he doesn't use his spiritual power, his night vision ability is three points better than ordinary people.

Tracking the figure all the way away, the speed of the other party is not fast, and his physical strength is not good, so he soon lost the wind.

Liang Ce jumped up, blocked the figure's path, and put the Pohuang knife at the man's throat, "Who the hell are you?"

The figure was held hostage, and it seemed particularly panicked, but it was not like ordinary people, obediently and quietly, but recklessly, holding the blade between the neck with empty hands, shouting loudly, "When the time is up, I will turn into stone. "

Liang Ce was startled by his actions, the knife in his hand trembled, and he slashed across the figure's neck, but there was no blood, but a thin layer of fine sand was cut off.

But as they got closer, an even more surprising thing made Liang Chi's heart tremble, because he had seen this figure who had been hiding in the dark in the memory of the two masters and apprentices surnamed An.

Inside the thatched hut, Anshun gulped down a bowl of decoction, a skinny man who died.

"Huo Ziming, why are you here?" Seeing that he was about to run, Liang Ce grabbed Huo Ziming's collar and held him firmly.

But no matter how intimidating he was, Huo Ziming seemed to be suffering from hysteria, and could only say the word "stone".

Seeing that there was really nothing to ask, Liang Chi told Yu Huaiyin what happened just now.

At the end, he asked about Yu Huaiyin's situation with special concern.

"As the predecessors said, these clay figurines have the ability to assimilate people."

Liang Chi thought for a moment, then looked at Huo Ziming's terrified eyes, and remembered the scene of the broken knife cutting on this person earlier.

He knew that he should be the same as that Yuer Daoist. After touching those clay figurines, his body began to petrify, but for some unknown reason, he was still able to act as usual.