"Puff!"

A white evil spirit stared at his resentful eyes, and his body swelled like an inflatable ball. The last sound turned into a burst of blue smoke floating in the air with the wind.

Qu Zhongzhi took back the golden talisman in his hand, spat, and said angrily: "A little evil spirit dares to make trouble on Tai Sui's head!"

Cheng Bugui hugged the broken knife and approached the place where the evil spirit disappeared. After observing carefully for a long time, he said cautiously: "Junior brother, this evil spirit was not born from the human world, and it carries the breath of hell. It seems that the problem is very serious."

"No," Qu Zhongzhi nodded in agreement, "Senior Brother, I have long felt something was wrong. We have been going back to the human world for a week from the Blood Evil Hell. With our footsteps, we have walked not a thousand, at least eight hundred miles. But along the way, the land is desolate, and apart from the ruins and dead bodies, there are only countless zombies and resentful spirits. What's wrong with this world?"

Cheng Bugui frowned and said, "Everything must have cause and effect, but if we want to know the reason, we must find a surviving life to ask. All the resentful spirits we encountered along the way were completely unconscious and knew bloody killing, and we really couldn't ask anything."

"What my senior brother said," Qu Zhongzhi threw out two talismans and said, "Since that's the case, let's speed up. When we encounter resentful spirits, let them go first and find the surviving strangers as soon as possible to ask the whole story."

Two talismans fell to the ground, a ball of white smoke rose with a bang, and then two huge Tibetan mastiffs were transformed into it on the spot!

These two Tibetan mastiffs were changed by talismans, but except for the lack of heartbeat and breathing, everything else was exactly the same as the living big mastiff. Moreover, these two Tibetan mastiffs were huge, more than two meters high and more than five meters long. They looked very scary and could be called monster mounts.

Cheng Bugui and Qu Zhongzhi rode a Tibetan mastiff respectively. They ran as fast as the wind and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Liu Yusheng used the psychic enchantment technique to refine a big white cat mount. The mount was as fast as lightning, which made Cheng Bugui and Qu Zhongzhi envious. Now they both entered the realm of a great psychic, and the psychic enchantment technique was just a piece of cake. It happened to meet a group of hell dogs with the Diting bloodline in the Blood Evil Hell. The two killed all the hell dogs and used the dog corpse to inspire two powerful mounts.

These two huge Tibetan mastiff mounts are slightly faster than those of the Big White Cat, but after becoming a mount, the Big White Cat loses its combat ability. However, these two Tibetan mastiffs can still give birth to tigers and leopards, which are extremely ferocious.

Originally, even if Cheng Bugui and Qu Zhongzhi were riding these two Tibetan mastiff mounts, it was not difficult to travel thousands of miles a day. After they became great psychics, their spiritual power was strong, which was more than a hundred times higher than before. But along the way, they encountered countless resentful spirits and zombies. The two adhered to the principle of psychics and killed them when they saw them, which delayed their journey.

I walked less than a thousand miles in a week. I didn’t see a single figure, only endless evil spirits and zombies. As the saying goes, things have priority. The most urgent thing is not to kill all the evil spirits I saw, but to figure out what happened.

What happened to this world? What kind of changes have happened? Are there living humans? Why do so many evil spirits and corpses run out of hell?

The most important thing is. Where is the skinned evil ghost now?

No longer entangled with the evil spirits on the road, the huge Tibetan mastiff mount could finally let go of its speed and run with all its might. Only two rays of black smoke were seen as fast as lightning, galloping across the wilderness.

In one day, Cheng Bugui and Qu Zhongzhi ran more than 1,500 miles by steering their mounts!

There are only two words in the place that passes by quickly along the way - desolation.

Abandoned city, land with weeds, zombies wandering around, vengeful spirits flying all over the sky, darkness, despair, this is the main color of the world.

"Bang!"

Cheng Bugui reached out and snapped his fingers, and the huge Tibetan mastiff mount stopped. A burst of white smoke rose, and turned into a spell and disappeared. Seeing this, Qu Zhongzhi also snapped his fingers and put away his mount, and asked in confusion: "Senior Brother, why did you stop?"

"Junior brother, have you noticed a problem?" Cheng Bugui looked around and said, "The more he went in this direction, the fewer evil spirits and zombies became, and some fruit trees even appeared in the wasteland."

Qu Zhongzhi thought of the lightning and said excitedly: "Senior Brother, what do you mean..."

"No," Cheng Bugui nodded and said, "I think that if you move forward, there will definitely be surviving people. Those fruit trees have traces of picking, and zombies and vengeful spirits do not eat fruits."

"Since there are strangers, why are there fewer and fewer zombies and resentful spirits?" Qu Zhongzhi said in confusion, "Unless..."

The two brothers looked at each other and said in unison: "Unless there are other psychics here to protect them, the evil spirits dare not invade them!"

Each psychic has its own unique spiritual power fluctuation. This fluctuation can be hidden, but it can also be emitted according to the psychic’s intentions. As long as the psychic is willing, it can emit spiritual power fluctuations, draw out a piece of its own territory, and tell evil spirits and zombies - this is my territory!

Although evil spirits and zombies are not mentally and cannot think, their instincts are still there. Psychists are their natural enemies. They have instinctive fear of spiritual power fluctuations, so they will automatically avoid places where there are psychics.

There was a significant decrease in evil spirits and zombies, and this must be because there was a psychic in front of him. However, Cheng Bugui and Qu Zhongzhi worked hard for a long time, but no traces of psychic were found.

The two brothers are already at the realm of a great psychic master. Only those who are of the same level or even higher level can be concealed from their senses. Could it be that the psychic master in charge in front is such a master?

Every great psychic has his own dignity, and this dignity cannot be offended, whether it is an evil spirit or other psychics.

The reason why Cheng Bugui put away his mount was to reduce unnecessary misunderstandings. Since the front has been marked as his own sphere of influence by this mysterious master, the two brothers must properly show their friendly side.

Qu Zhongzhi winked at Cheng Bugui and said softly: "Senior Brother, I'll do it."

Cheng Bugui nodded expressionlessly, and the two walked forward side by side. Qu Zhongzhi's body emitted a faint wave of spiritual power, with a friendly inquiry.

The two brothers have been tempered in the Blood Evil Hell for ten years, and have long lost their youthfulness and rich combat experience. Fighting with the evil spirits of hell for life and death, any negligence will bring fatal danger. They are still upright by nature, but their scheming is no less than that of any old fox.

Cheng Bugui has a strong foundation and has half a magic weapon in his hand to kill ghost sword. He hides his breath as a killer weapon. Qu Zhongzhi releases his spiritual power fluctuations, one to express kindness to the mysterious master, and the other to better conceal Cheng Bugui's existence.

If it is empty, it is solid, and if it is solid, it is empty.

If someone wrongly judges their strength due to the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted by Qu Zhongzhi, then once they fight, the success or failure will bring great surprises to the enemy.

The more we walked forward, the more confident the two brothers became, that there were 100% people living here!

After walking a few hundred meters, a long row of wooden fences appeared in front of them, which were made rough and looked simplistic. The only things that made up the fence were wood and rattan, without any metal. The row of fences formed a huge circle, and there were lots of wooden houses in the middle of the fence.

This is a simple village with a silhouette of people inside, and the cries of chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep and other poultry and livestock were heard.

Sure enough, there are living people! Although I had already decided this way in my heart, I was still very excited when I saw the figure with my own eyes. Although I was excited, my emotions were well concealed. Mount Tai collapsed in front of me and remained calm. This was what Liu Yusheng taught repeatedly.

Qu Zhongzhi speeded up and was about to walk over to say hello to the people in the fence, but Cheng Bugui quietly grabbed the corner of his clothes. Cheng Bugui said with a strange expression: "Junior brother, I feel that spiritual power fluctuation."

Qu Zhong was stunned for a moment, then he also felt it carefully. After a moment, the expression on his face became strange.

Evil spirits and zombies dare not invade, and there are people here, and all signs indicate that there is a psychic here in charge. Moreover, Cheng Bugui and Qu Zhongzhi could not sense the spiritual power fluctuations of the psychic here just now. They thought that the psychic here must have great supernatural powers, and may even be at the level of a psychic holy master!

But after approaching the fence, a faint wave of spiritual power appeared. The intensity of this wave of spiritual power was very familiar to Qu Zhongzhi. The two of them ten years ago, the wave of spiritual power emitted was exactly the same as this one.
Chapter completed!