This Wang Hao was the Dan Pavilion disciple that Bai Yi met on his way back to the sect a few days ago.
It was from Wang Hao that he learned that Bai Yu was missing in the Taiheng Mountains.
After recognizing Bai Yi, Wang Hao felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
It was a pity that the lively junior sister Taiheng had died now.
"Senior Brother Wang, I want to get back Yu'er's relics."
Bai Yi said in a deep voice.
Wang Hao nodded heavily, turned around and said, "Follow me."
Wang Hao took Bai Yi and Yang Yifan to the residence of the true disciples of Dan Pavilion, pointed to a neat and clean courtyard, and said: "This is the residence where the little junior sister lived during her lifetime."
Bai Yi's face turned pale, and without saying anything, he walked directly into the courtyard, wrapped up all the clothes left by his sister in the room, thanked Wang Hao, and left the Dan Pavilion with Yang Yifan.
After returning to Liuxianju, Yang Yifan asked: "What is the use of these clothes?"
Bai Yi returned to the room and began to rummage through his sister's clothes without replying until he found a very simple piece of coarse cloth with a faint trace of blood on the skirt.
This simple dress was worn by Bai Yu when he slashed his face with a knife in Buyi Alley.
Bai Yu was very frugal, and even after becoming a cultivator, he was reluctant to throw away this blood-stained dress and always kept it.
After finding the dress, Bai Yi took out the soul-chasing mirror.
At this time, Yang Yifan finally understood why the other party wanted to go to Dan Pavilion.
As long as a drop of Bai Yu's blood drips on the soul-chasing mirror, Bai Yu's true whereabouts can be traced.
If Bai Yu was imprisoned in the Dan Pavilion and did not die in the Taiheng Mountains, then Bai Yi's previous inference would become the truth.
"Good idea."
Yang Yifan praised, then frowned: "But the blood stains on these clothes have been washed away long ago, leaving only faint blood stains.
I'm afraid the Soul Chasing Mirror will not be effective."
The soul-chasing mirror can only have a tracking effect if it is dripped with blood, revealing the image of the owner of the blood.
The remaining blood stains on the clothes are basically ineffective.
Bai Yi still didn't speak, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his right hand, with his palm facing the sky, his five fingers stretched out, holding Bai Yu's blood-stained clothes, and his left hand quickly created a series of extremely obscure spells.
In an instant, a strange force emerged out of thin air, with a hint of heat.
Bai Yi's left hand that used the curse seemed to be wrapped in an inexplicable heat.
As the curse continued to change, the heat began to change.
It was getting hotter and hotter, very strange.
After a series of spells were pinched, fine beads of sweat appeared on Bai Yi's forehead, and the spiritual energy in his body poured into his right hand like a tide.
He just pinched the spells, but he actually used up most of his spiritual energy.
After finishing a set of spells, Bai Yi raised two fingers of his left hand and flicked the clothes he was holding in his right hand.
A transparent aura suddenly appeared, much like a wisp of flame, floating and burning above the clothes.
At the same time as the transparent flame appeared, the white jade clothes were melted at a slow speed, as if being burned by flames, but the faint blood stains on the clothes did not melt, but gradually merged into one place.
Above Bai Yi's right hand, as the clothes were completely melted, six barriers as thin as cicada wings appeared faintly, forming a small transparent cauldron.
In the small cauldron, a thin thread of blood floated in it.
It was the clothes.
There are traces of blood left in it.
Yang Yifan was standing aside.
He was extremely confused when he saw Bai Yi pinching the spell.
When the blood was condensed into blood threads, he couldn't believe it.
But when he saw the transparent small cauldron, he suddenly exclaimed.
He got up: "Use the palm of your hand to make a furnace, the method of making a virtual cauldron" At this time, Yang Yifan was more shocked than when he knew that his master was going to use the root-moving magic, and his eyes were full of horror.
The method of the virtual cauldron refers to the formation of an illusory alchemy furnace with the palm of the hand.
It can be used to refine elixirs and weapons without the need for an alchemy cauldron.
It is an almost legendary and profound method.
Even the strong ones in the Nascent Soul realm are not proficient in it.
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Even the elders of the Alchemy Pavilion of Cangyun Sect could not use it, so they could only use the Alchemy Cauldron when refining the elixir.
Seeing with his own eyes a young man in the late stage of Qi refining using the method of virtual cauldron, Yang Yifan was like seeing a house cat devouring a tiger.
The strong contrast made him freeze in place until Bai Yi held it in his hands.
When the virtual cauldron disappeared, he woke up as if from a dream.
Bai Yi had no choice but to reveal the method of Xu Ding.
If he used earth fire, the clothes would be burned together with the blood stains.
No matter how weak the earth fire is, it is still a flame.
Only by using the method of Xu Ding can the spiritual energy be formed into a high temperature that can be controlled at will.
Removes bleeding stains to the maximum extent possible.
After scattering the virtual cauldron, Bai Yi immediately grabbed the soul-chasing mirror, and the blood streaks in his palm fell directly to the mirror.
A green light suddenly flashed across the gray mirror, and when the blood streaks disappeared, a blurry picture emerged.
The center of the picture is very dark, and there are some firelights flickering in the distance.
In the flickering firelight, you can barely make out the outline of a thin humanoid being tied to a boulder.
You can't see the face, let alone distinguish it. men and women.
The blurry picture almost flashed and disappeared in a moment.
What was traced by Bai Yu's wisp of blood must be Bai Yu himself.
When he saw the picture, Bai Yi let out a deep breath.
No matter how he inferred, it was just a guess without any evidence, but once the soul-chasing mirror showed Bai Yu's picture, it proved that Bai Yu was indeed not dead, and that he was within a hundred miles.
Yang Yifan slumped down when he saw the scene in the soul-chasing mirror.
Although he trusted Bai Yi very much, he still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that Bai Yi's deduction was wrong and that his master was not that kind of evil person.
But now, Yang Yifan's hope was completely shattered.
After a long time, Yang Yifan seemed to have aged ten years and murmured weakly: "The three of us are bound to die."
"Do you want to die so much?"
There was no sadness or joy in Bai Yi's voice.
"Who would want to die?"
Yang Yifan suddenly became energetic, his eyes regained their vitality, and asked: "Bai Yi, do you have a solution?"
Staring at Yang Yifan quietly, Bai Yi slowly said: "As long as you listen to my arrangements, you will have at least a 50% chance of survival.
Even if you die, I will avenge you."
With a wry smile, Yang Yifan said helplessly: "Whatever you say, I will listen to you.
Without your method of suppressing ghosts, I wouldn't be able to live long."
"Okay" Bai Yi suddenly shouted: "Use your spiritual thoughts to guard the Zi Mansion in Dantian, and I will get rid of the ghosts on your body."
Yang Yifan was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.
He hurriedly calmed down, sat cross-legged, and communicated with Zifu with all his spiritual thoughts, just like when practicing mental methods.
With a slight nod, Bai Yi activated the curse again and used the soul-absorbing technique that once imprisoned the ghosts of the Ge brothers in Ruyun Valley.
As soon as the thaumaturgy started, Yang Yifan's somewhat pale face suddenly turned a strange green color and kept twisting, as if he was in great pain.
Bai Yi used the method of virtual cauldron and had already consumed almost all his spiritual energy.
At this time, he performed the soul absorbing technique, but his spiritual energy was insufficient and could not be continued.
He only forced the ghosts in Yang Yifan's body out of his body and allowed them to appear on the surface of his body, but he was unable to do so.
Completely expelled.
"ah" The green-faced Yang Yifan suddenly screamed, his expression was extremely painful, and he kept shaking his head while holding his head.
Suddenly, he calmed down, slowly raised his head, and glared at Bai Yi.
There were no pupils in his eyes, but a vast expanse of white.
It's like a different person.
"You are looking for death."
Yang Yifan's throat surged, and he let out a dull growl.
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His voice was not normal at all.
After speaking, he actually pounced on him with his teeth and claws bared.
Staring at Yang Yifan who was controlled by the ghost, Bai Yi snorted coldly, grabbed a jade pendant in his hand, and shouted: "Yan Shan, help me collect this ghost." call Just as Bai Yi finished speaking, he saw black mist surging on the jade pendant.
In an instant, a large mist-like hand was formed, which was directly slapped on the top of Yang Yifan's head.
Then he gently grabbed it, and a stream of Yin Qi with a wailing sound was lifted from the top of Yang Yifan's head.
Pulled out.
After Wushou caught the ghost, it turned into a black mist in the blink of an eye and escaped back into the jade pendant.
The ghost in Yang Yifan's body was imprisoned by Yan Shan
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