Even though the light of the Yin Moon in the underworld is soft, it is also filled with rich Yin energy, and is extremely cold.
When the gentle moonlight shines on the heaven and earth, reflecting on every corner of the valley, the yin energy underground in the valley is attracted by the yin energy in the moonlight and gushing out one after another.
Ice flakes gradually rise between the stones and soil on the ground, and cold white mist between the plants and trees slowly rises. As the night wind blows, various airflow vortexes gushing out, wandering around the river valley.
On the surrounding mountains covered with rugged rocks and towering ancient trees, the female ghost who stood by the cliff was stunned and who gave him a robe had disappeared into the woods in the dark night.
The believer looked down at the robe in his hand and smiled foolishly, diluting the cold expression on his face, but a hint of embarrassment.
On the robe, there was still the remaining body temperature of the female ghost, and it also emitted a faint fragrance.
The faint fragrance enters the nose with the wind, causing the Xuan Cult scholar to tremble with his fingers.
The night wind blew, whistling and raging in the forest, making the trees in the forest sway left and right. The leaves fell in the strong night wind, and then rotated and flew among the strange rocks in the mountains with the night wind.
After the Xuan Cultivation scholar put on his robe, he was already calm and turned to look at the valley plain at the foot of the mountain. A serious and cold look appeared among his facial features again.
Most parts of the river valley plain are in silence, and the stars are reflected on the streams crisscrossing on the plain, slowly shaking with the gurgling river water.
In the ghost town on the valley plain, flames are rising under the night sky, and the noise is shouting and crying for help are heard one after another in the smoke and flames. Occasionally, a few heart-wrenching screams are heard from it, resounding throughout the night sky.
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Killing ghosts became simple and easy to see in the eyes of the crazy slaughters in the city. The pungent blood drifted in the city with the wind and overflowed into every corner of the city.
The ghost blood in the night is even redder than before, stimulating the ghosts in the city and constantly arousing the madness in the darkness deep in the hearts of the slaughterers.
On the steep cliff, the Xuan Cultist who was silently watching all this also made his eyes excited. If the time had not come, and their mission was to rescue the ghost slave and create a riot with him, the Xuan Cultist would have been.
I wish I could rush down the mountain to participate in the massacre.
But even if he rushed down the mountain, he would not attack those poor ghosts. He would be beaten and killed by him. It would be at this moment, those who were immersed in madness and could not extricate themselves, bullying and killing the poor everywhere.
Ghosts who enjoy the fun of ghosts.
Although this Li believers felt that the poor ghosts who were bullied at this time, such as those who were surrounded by wolves, were also deserved for bullying many ghost slaves, but they also felt that most of their ghosts would not die.
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However, this thought arose and soon faded. He withdrew his gaze, looked around with vigilance, and continued to stand guard with all his attention.
As for the civil strife of the ghosts in the city, they had to go with them. When the expeditionary army of Jiuyou Kingdom arrived, it was time to make things right.
As for the current civil strife in Jingren Kingdom, that is the price they should pay for buying and torture the ghost slaves. The Xuan Cult scholars will never be responsible for this, let alone feel guilty about it.
The believer looked around and his vigilant eyes swept around the branches with the light blue moonlight passing by, not missing any slight movement.
Although the situation in Jingren Kingdom is now chaotic, most of the ghost yamen are paralyzed. And their group of ghosts in Jiuyou Kingdom, with those rescued ghost slaves, are in a vast world like the deep mountains and forests. It is difficult to
Being searched, but still can't be careless.
If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of one, it is better to be cautious. In order to avoid being caught off guard when a ghost army rushes out in front of them.
The moonlight gradually sinks eastward, and the quiet night will disappear soon. The noise and bustle gradually disappear in the ghost town on the valley plains below the mountain. Leaving a smokey mess, the smell of blood and lowness of the city
The sobs of sound circling and rolling in the night wind.
The Xuan Cultists on the mountain and the rescued ghost slaves guarding all fell asleep. The coldness in the mountains under the night did not greatly reduce their sleepiness. In a short while, the forest was spread.
There was a whirring snoring, mixed with the whistling night wind, and it was lingering in the forest.
Even the Xuan Sect member named Li who was standing guard on the cliff, hearing the vague snoring sounds from afar, suddenly felt a burst of sleepiness coming, and couldn't help but feel a long yawn with a big mouth.
"I'm here to change the guard." Just as the yawn fell to the ground and echoed in the forest on the cliff, a rough and low voice suddenly came from behind the believer.
The sleepy expression on his face disappeared as he heard the sound. He turned around and looked at the sound, and saw another disciple of the Xuan Sect coming out of the darkness under the shade of the trees that could not be exposed to the moonlight.
.Lai Gui is burly, with a black and thick beard on his face, and the ugly scar on his face extending from the corner of his left eye to the edge of his mouth, which makes the human-eating soul look a little more ferocious.
"Master General." The congregationist surnamed Li suddenly looked respectful on his face, and he quickly bowed to the ghost and bowed.
"I've been yawning, go and rest." The fierce general of the camp strode to the congregationist Li, stood firmly, and under the moonlight, he opened his mouth to the congregationist: "I have received the news, the expedition,"
The army has landed in Qingqiu Fox Kingdom and will soon set off to attack Jingren Kingdom. We will have a lot of things to do next, and we will have to rest well in order to better prepare for the battle."
He didn't lower his voice while he spoke, but his voice was still low and rough. However, except for them, there was only some ancient trees and beast souls hanging from ancient vines, and there was nothing to keep in secret.
After hearing what he said, the priest of the Li scholar immediately twitched in the corners of his eyes, and his excited expression suddenly appeared on his face, filling his facial features, diluting his previous sleepiness and fatigue...
Outside Yuque City, on the Yuque hunting ground, Xiao Shizhu's camp was still standing on the plain with green grass, on the gurgling riverside.
Fireflies, like new stars in the sky, flew up and down in this hunting ground with the wind, and walked back and forth in the faint and gentle ghost fog.
It has been three days since Xiao Shizhu and Guimu arrived here. The country is already peaceful, and there are many big and small things in the court, including Xiao Fuling and the ghost officials in the capital, who are taking care of them on their behalf, and everything is in order.
Xiao Shizhu was on vacation here, and he was indeed idle and not worried. During the day, he hunted and followed the imperial guards to run away from the Nanshan Mountain. At night, he made a batch of small copies sent from all over the country, and roasted barbecue with the officers and soldiers.
I had a lot of fun in drinking, and I was almost overwhelmed by the fact that I was so happy.
After this day and night, Xiao Shizhu drank drunk for the first time since then. He hadn't drunk so much for a long time. In the past, he was busy with all kinds of trivial matters, so he basically didn't dare to drink, for fear that drinking would make things worse if he got drunk. Today is here
During the vast world of the Que Hunting Ground, Xiao Shizhu's rare relaxation made him feel sad and drunk.
After drinking several jars of lotus fragrance, the cold and ice-like Bitong wine, Xiao Shizhu blushed like fire, and his tongue was knotted when he spoke.
Chen Ruo and Qinglan hurriedly in his tent. After the report, they set up an eight-foot-high and one-meter-long screen with a wooden frame. It was a side of which was covered with crimson silk, embroidered with axe patterns, and an axe-shaped screen.
Draw white near the blade, and black screens on the rest.
Behind the screen, a wall bed made of five-color jade was set up, and a smooth and soft astigmatism was woven on it. It was woven with dust mattresses that were never stained with dust, and then it was laid on it for use in the northern part of the country.
Under the heavy ice of the three continents, a blanket made of Xishima's fur weighing thousands of pounds was finally hung with purple silk tents woven by mermaids.
Guimu and Qinglan held Xiao Shizhu, who was half asleep and half awake, washed him and floated him onto the bed and let him lie flat on the bed.
Xiao Shizhu was still very dishonest. Although he was sleepy, his hands kept raising and waving, and shouting in a speechless manner: "Yu'er (the nickname of the ghost mother) brings wine. Today, I will not return without getting drunk with the soldiers.
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"Stop, you." The ghost mother gave him a blank look, put his dancer's hands flat on the bed, and waved her hands to signal Qinglan and Chenruo to retreat.
After the two souls retreated, Xiao Shizhu also calmed down, snoring loudly, and finally fell asleep. The ghost mother, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, let out a long sigh; Xiao Shizhu rarely drank once, and she didn't care about it.
But when Xiao Shizhu got drunk, he was so tired.
The ghost mother sighed that it was fortunate that Xiao Shizhu was not a drunkard. She stood up and took off her dress, climbed onto the bed and lay down beside Xiao Shizhu. After covering her quilt, she turned her head and looked at her husband who was snoring loudly while sleeping, and then turned.
He came over, stared at the top of the tent for a while, and then slowly closed his eyes.
The ghost mother was also tired and fell asleep after closing her eyes.
The tent was filled with green smoke, and the fragrance of requiem slowly spread in the tent with snoring one after another. But in a moment, the faint and untouched fragrance filled every corner of the tent.
Xiao Shizhu and Guimu both fell asleep, allowing the night wind to blew the big tent, but did not wake them up.
Outside the big tent, the ghost fog that cannot be blown away by the night wind is still floating back and forth on the plain. The mysterious power that escaped from the Six Heavens Continent quietly floats towards the big tent with the help of the ghost fog.
When the ghost soldiers guarding around the tent did not discover or detect the existence of the mysterious power, the mysterious power had already floated into the tent.
This mysterious power was like a spiritual snake, wandering around the ground, looking for Xiao Shizhu's ghost energy, and slowly walked towards the screen on the side of the report.
When it came to the screen and jumped onto the bed without hesitation, it saw the ghost mother at first sight. Xuan Li was stunned, stayed on the edge of the bed without moving, staring blankly at the daze
The ghost mother looked at Xiao Shizhu for a moment.
After looking at Xiao Shizhu, the mysterious power flew towards Xiao Shizhu and the ghost mother.
Just when Xiao Shizhu and Guimu were still sleeping, the mysterious power was already crossing between Xiao Shizhu and Guimu. I saw that the mysterious power was pointing at Xiao Shizhu's eyebrows, and the tail was just right at the point.
The ghost mother's eyebrows in the distance.
It looks like an arch bridge spanning between two ghosts.
At the same time, the transparent and colorless mysterious power became dark blue, and under the soft light of the night pearl in the tent, it became more and more dazzling, and it was still in a state of competition for its glory.
No matter how dazzling the light was, it could not seep out of the tent through the big tent. Xiao Shizhu and Guimu just frowned slightly, but did not wake up, and did not find the existence of that ray of mysterious power.
When Xuanli connected the two ghosts, their spiritual consciousness was also quietly connected with Xuanli's spiritual consciousness.
The dream-entry technique created by ancient ghosts and gods was quietly used by this mysterious power in this quiet dark night, and once again burst into the light of the wisdom of the ancient gods. (To be continued)