. He ran for more than ten miles, and the three ghosts obviously did not follow him. It seemed that they were scared by Han Yun's sun fire.

The deeper I went into the wasteland, the atmosphere became more gloomy and dim. The air seemed to be covered with a dark gray film. Although the moon in the sky was bright, it seemed to be filtered out by the dark film in the air.

Han Yun walked forward carefully, the divine golden feathers in his hand emitting a faint golden light, like fireflies moving between the mountains in the dark night.

Suddenly, Han Yun stopped suddenly, and a black thing appeared behind a thick dead tree in front of him. The thing was moving slightly. When the cold wind blew, the thing floated even more. When he looked closely, it turned out to be a bunch of black hair.

Han Yun frowned. This thing was obviously not a ghost, because Han Yun felt his breath. Although it was very weak, he was obviously a living person.

"Come out!" Han Yun shouted coldly and forced him over step by step. However, the man behind the tree was still motionless and leaned steadily behind the tree. Han Yun felt something was wrong, so he pinched a magic trick with his left hand, and a fireball shot out and hit the open space behind the tree.

Pang!

Sparks were everywhere, and with the raging light of fire, half of the body was exposed behind the tree, and the shoulders were trembling slightly. Han Yun couldn't help frowning and carefully turned the tree. He saw a thin old man with his eyes closed against the tree, and his bark-like face looked extremely painful. His bun was half scattered, and a big blood hole was penetrated in his right shoulder. It was obviously pierced by a sharp object. The blood dyed half of the robe red, and he was as angry as if he was about to die.

Instead of leaning up, Han Yun retreated slightly several meters, and the divine black golden feathers in his hand turned into a long sword, because the old man's cultivation was actually the peak of the late stage of foundation building. The shoulder hole was pierced, which was not a serious injury for a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building stage. It was definitely not a serious injury. It was definitely not like he was dying. Either he had internal injuries or pretended on purpose. People were sinister, and Han Yun had to be careful.

At this time, the old man seemed to feel the light of the Sun True Fire Sword, and his eyes slowly opened two cracks, and the eyeballs were extremely turbid. When he saw the long flame sword in Han Yun's hand, a faint greed flashed in his eyes.

"Are you new?" the old man asked in a weak voice. Han Yun was fully equipped, and the storage belt tied around his waist was so eye-catching. The disciples of the Kumu Sect who were exiled, the storage belt and waist cards were confiscated, and only one self-defense magic weapon was allowed to carry. In the Kumu Ghost Realm, ten fingers could be counted. Han Yun had never seen him.

"Oh, how can I see it?" Han Yun said calmly. The old man pulled open the corners of his mouth and smiled, revealing a row of slightly yellow and black teeth, and said weakly: "Because you can still see vitality and hope in your eyes!"

Han Yun felt a stern in his heart. Although the old man's voice was very weak, there was a hint of coolness and helplessness in his tone. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "You mean, the people here are all living dead people without hope?"

The old man seemed to be a little better and smiled and said, "That's right, you're right, the people living here are actually living dead people. There is no spiritual energy, no spiritual medicine, and no hope in this ghost realm. Our cultivation will gradually regress until death, and finally become a lonely soul in this secluded reclamation!

Everyone is waiting for death, but they don’t want to die earlier than others, so they have to live desperately. We are a group of people who try their best to live longer!"

The old man's words sounded very contradictory, but Han Yun understood it and couldn't help but feel speechless, and said intently: "The Killing Wood Sect exiled his disciples to the Killing Wood Ghost Realm, which is a hundred times more cruel than killing them on the spot!"

"Don't you find a way to escape from this dead wood ghost realm?" Han Yun said calmly. The old man's eyes flashed and hehe said, "I also held you with this idea when I first came, but now I'm gone, I'm waiting to die honestly!"

Han Yun frowned, turned around and wanted to leave, and threw out a light sentence: "That won't prevent you from waiting for death!"

The old man was stunned, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he smiled and said, "Did you forcefully break in?"

Han Yun couldn't help but stop, turned around and walked back, and suddenly smiled, making the old man a little confused. The old man looked at Han Yun with his turbid eyes and continued, "Isn't that?"

"How did you see it?" Han Yun stared at the old man coldly, with a calm expression on his face. The old man smiled: "The people from the Law Enforcement Hall will definitely not come to this quiet forest. Those bastards cannot bear the suffering of the Desert of Death, and you are not like the disciples who were exiled!" As he said that, he glanced at the storage belt around Han Yun's waist intentionally or unintentionally.

"So that's it!" Han Yun nodded, turned his head and wanted to leave. The old man couldn't help but be stunned again. Unexpectedly, Han Yun left after asking. This was too personal. Han Yun's routine of playing cards made the old man feel like he couldn't control it. Seeing Han Yun going away, the old man's eyes turned and he forced himself to breathe, "If I'm not right, are you here to find someone, right?"

There are only three reasons for such a young young man who is full of blood to break into a dead land like the Dead Wood Ghost Realm, one is righteousness, the second is affection, and the third is treasure. What treasure can be found in the Dead Wood Ghost Realm, so the third is automatically eliminated. Whether it is for love or righteousness, there must be an object, which will only be a human, not a cat or a dog. Therefore, the old man speculated that Han Yun's purpose of coming here was to find people, and the possibility of women was greater.

Sure enough, Han Yun stopped and walked back, stared at the old man quietly for a while, raised his hand and threw a bottle over. The old man caught it a little clumsyly, obviously the injury was indeed not bad. The old man picked up the bottle cap and smelled it. A hint of joy flashed across his face. He carefully sprinkled some powder on the wound on his shoulder, and then covered the bottle cap with great importance. He put the bottle in his arms with a very thick skin. He also glanced at Han Yun, as if he was afraid that the other party would ask for it.

Han Yun couldn't help but feel funny: "It's just a bottle of the most ordinary bleeding-stop pill, but it's just like a treasure!"

Little did they know that in this dead wood ghost realm, not to mention the bleeding-stop grass, there was not even a dog tail grass. If this bottle of bleeding-stop slaughter was in the outside world, it might only be worth one or two spirit stones, but it was undoubtedly unique in this dead wood ghost realm. Seeing that Han Yun didn't care, a hint of greed and sarcasm flashed in his eyes. Although it was very weak, Han Yun still noticed it and couldn't help but secretly reminded him.

"About a few months ago, has a female cultivator come here?" Han Yun said straight to the point. The old man sprinkled the bleeding powder, his expression seemed to be better, he sat up a little, and thought to himself: "It's true that's not what I expected!"

"Female cultivator, hehe! Then you can rest assured. The female cultivators in Youken are very popular! They will be worshipped like grandma. As long as they are willing to open their legs, they will live a good life!" Shuofeng licked his slightly chapped lips, and his eyes were filled with intoxication. The desire was like a wild wolf who had been hungry for decades.

Han Yun felt cold in his heart. The desire that burst out was terrible. If a female cultivator was trapped with such a group of people, any fool would want to happen. Han Yun simply felt a sharp murderous intent in his heart and said to himself: "If Yaoyao hurts half of her hair, I will kill everything in this ghost realm, whether it is a human or a ghost!"

The old man's face changed, he shivered cleverly, and a strong chill rose in his heart. He felt a little regretful of saying that sentence. When Han Yun released Yingtian's murderous intent in that moment, the old man seemed to see a sea of ​​corpses and blood, with broken limbs and broken arms.

"Have you seen it?" Han Yun said word by word, his eyes like two sharp knives. A trace of hesitation flashed in the old man's eyes, and finally nodded, "There is indeed a young female cultivator who is as beautiful as a celestial immortal who has come to this secluded land reclamation forest!"

An excitement flashed in Han Yun's eyes and he hurriedly said, "Are you wearing a moon-white dress?"

The old man smiled in his heart and said to himself: "The young man is indifferent to the big fat sheep that comes to the door. If the heavens do not take it, it will harm the heavens and the law!"

"That's right!" The old man nodded weakly and said seriously. Han Yun sneered in his heart, and asked excitedly: "Where is she now?"

The old man closed his eyes and said nothing. The meaning was obvious. He asked Han Yun for the benefit fee. A sarcasm flashed in Han Yun's eyes, and he took out two medium-grade spirit stones from the storage belt.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes emitted a wolf-like blue light. Without concealing his greed, he blurted out: "Medium-grade Fire Spirit Stone!"

Two grade spirit stones are equal to four hundred low grade spirit stones. The old man swallowed hard, and his body trembled slightly, as if he had a drug addiction. He hadn't seen a spirit stone for hundreds of years, let alone a medium grade spirit stone. The rich spiritual energy released from the spirit stone made him salivate, and he wanted to kill Han Yun and take all the spirit stones on him.

"Take me to find her, these two medium-grade spirit stones will belong to you. I will give you two more when I get there!" Han Yun said lightly.

A faint joy flashed in the old man's eyes, and he thought to himself: "This fat sheep actually has a medium-grade spirit stone on his body, and his wealth must be very rich. If he can take it over, I may even return to the Golden Elixir stage. It would be better to retake Youken Mingyuan!"

The old man pretended to be hesitant and said, "I am injured and inconvenient, I'm afraid..."

"Ten medium-grade spirit stones!" Han Yun interrupted before he could finish speaking. The old man was stunned again, then gritted his teeth and said, "That woman should have gone to the direction of Youken Ming Abyss, I will take you there!"

Han Yun nodded, put away the spirit stone, and said lightly: "Then let's go!"
Chapter completed!