According to Wanzi, now is the time during the day when Yang Qi is at its strongest. Even if these ghosts feel the presence of the dying Qi, they will subconsciously hide their bodies and choose dark places to avoid being attacked by other monks when they come out of the sea or underground.
He was discovered and was beaten to the point of death.
"Who's touching my ass?!"
Song Yingyu, who had been standing aside nervously, suddenly spoke angrily.
But when he turned around and looked behind him, his eyes were slightly aligned, and he was stunned.
In the sea behind him, dozens of water ghosts gradually emerged.
The faces of these water ghosts are all gloomy and pale, their bodies have been soaked in seawater, and their skin has been extremely damaged by the fish and shrimp in the sea, but their eyes are as sinister as snakes and scorpions.
Among the dozens of water ghosts, there are men and women, old and young.
They didn't know how long they had been immersed in this sea area. Half of their bodies were floating on the surface of the sea. They raised their eyes with sinister eyes and looked at the altar more than ten meters high and the meatballs inside.
"It's about to begin!"
Lu Fan whispered in a deep voice.
But when he saw Song Jianqiu, who was about to burst out sword energy from drawing paper with one hand and kill dozens of water ghosts on the sea, he hurriedly stopped him: "Don't be anxious yet, let them all come ashore."
Seeing Song Jianqiu's confused look, Lu Fan shook his head and explained: "This South China Sea Wonderland has existed for I don't know how many years. Countless water ghosts have died in this sea. I don't know how many. Now they wake up one after another, and they are all
Because of this confused dying breath."
"And they were awakened by this dying breath and came out of the deep sea purely by instinct. In other words, they are still in a state of ignorance and have not aroused the resentment in their hearts."
"But once you take action now and use your sword energy to beat these lonely wild ghosts to pieces, they will inevitably be sensed by other wild ghosts underwater, thus stimulating the resentment that has remained in their bodies for thousands of years."
"When the water ghosts riot, it's not because of the dying breath, but because of you. Then our situation will become much more difficult."
Lu Fan's perception originated from his trip to the secret realm of Northern Xinjiang a few months ago.
At that time, in the cemetery decorated in Shifang City, the coalition forces headed by the ten major families were attacked by the sea of lions and ghosts in the cemetery, and suffered heavy losses.
He was the only one who survived and was recognized by the glazed sword.
It was entirely because he did not carry the murderous aura emanating from the ten major families' coalition forces at that time.
The water ghosts who sank to the bottom of the sea all died unexpectedly and were extremely sensitive to murderous aura.
If the purpose of letting them leave the bottom of the sea changed from dying to resentment towards the source of murderous intent.
Then what they will face next will be an endless bloody battle.
After listening to Lu Fan's explanation, Song Jianqiu nodded thoughtfully.
At this time, the dozens of water ghosts had left the sea, and their wet bodies were walking on the land of Longhu Island. Every step left a series of muddy footprints, and they followed suit and stood at the foot of the altar.
Dozens of water ghosts just happened to form a circle around the ten-meter-high altar.
They all raised their heads, the resentment in their eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by greed.
A kind of greed for the dying breath.
"There seem to be more and more water ghosts..."
At this time, a trembling sound came from Song Yingyu's mouth.
