"This..." Zhang Dahu was pondering. Suddenly, Zhu Ganglie on the side seemed to have his tail stepped on and shouted: "The dead are crawling out of the graves? There are ghosts, there are indeed ghosts. "
When he shouted, not only Zhang Dahu, but also Fang Qinghan's expression changed, and he got into Lang Fei's arms with a timid face.
"Sir..." Seeing that her mother's remains were not found, Xue Ya was extremely anxious, but when she heard that there was a ghost here, she couldn't help but violate a woman's nature. She moved her feet and got a little closer to Lang Fei.
"Ghost, where is the ghost? Come out... come out..." A group of people trembled with fear. Only Xiaoyun, a little girl who was not afraid of anything, jumped up to the slope and shouted towards the cemetery on the hillside.
When everyone was showing two extreme emotions of fear and excitement, Lang Fei suddenly gestured to the people around him, then picked up Xiaoyun who looked excited, and jumped to the side of the mass grave.
In the bushes.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Lang Fei's actions, the idiot knew that something must have happened, so he quietly approached Lang Fei and asked softly.
"Shh." Lang Fei pressed his finger to his lips and lightly touched the dark woods.
"Wow." Just as several people were following his direction, a gust of mountain wind suddenly blew in the dense forest, and then a fluttering figure slowly floated in from a distance.
"Ghost...Ghost." Looking at the light and floating phantom, Zhu Ganglie's teeth chattered. As soon as the strange scream came out of his mouth, Lang Fei covered it up: "You bastard, you scream like a ghost."
What? Take a closer look at it, it’s a human being."
"Uh." Zhu Ganglie was stunned when he heard the words, and looked towards the woods again. This time he looked carefully, and through the scattered moonlight shining in the forest, he saw a figure dressed in black with a cloak covering his face.
Flying close.
"It turns out he is a human being, and he is actually a cultivator." Zhu Ganglie was stunned and said in confusion: "Why is this person coming to the cemetery in the middle of the night?"
"Shh." In the blink of an eye, the figures were gradually disappearing. Lang Fei hurriedly signaled everyone to be silent and carefully observed the behavior of the person coming.
"Hey, just in time." A hoarse voice came, and then the man in black landed lightly on the post. He looked up at the moonlight, nodded, and gently took off his cloak.
"Ah." Seeing that man's face, Fang Qinghan underneath Lang Fei couldn't help but exclaimed. What kind of face is this? The eye sockets are sunken, the cheeks are shriveled, and there is no bridge of the nose, only two black holes.
Further down, from the root of the ear to the lower jaw, there was no flesh and blood, only a piece of white mandible. Even Lian Lang Fei felt a hair in his heart when he saw it. Although this kind of honor is not a ghost, it is still the same.
Far away.
"Who is it?" Hearing the strange noise in the bushes, the man in black's sunken eyes flashed, looking straight towards where Lang Fei and others were hiding.
With a secret cry, several people hurriedly ducked into the grass with their heads down, not daring to come out.
The man in black waited for a while and heard no more sounds, and saw the grass blades blowing wildly in the mountain wind. He also withdrew his attention and turned his gaze back to the cemetery on the hillside.
"It's so dangerous." Lang Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head slightly, and exposed his eyes to carefully observe the man's actions.
The man in black had already walked to the center of the mass grave. Then he took out a long tattered flag filled with black energy from his waist, and inserted it into the ground of the cemetery. Then he sat down with his knees crossed and chanted:
A chattering rhyme, the last finger pointing on the long flag.
"Rust, rustle, rustle..." There was a series of sounds of the soil loosening on the ground of the cemetery, and then strange cracks appeared. Then, countless rays of blue-purple light shot out from them, and against the moonlight, the tomb was
The scene was filled with an extremely strange scene.
"Ghost...will-o'-the-wisp." As the green-purple light grew stronger, swaying balls of will-o'-the-wisp emerged from the cracks. Under the horrified eyes of the idiot, they slowly disappeared into the black flag.
"I wonder why there are some straw mats with no corpses inside, but it turns out that they were used by this demon to sacrifice to evil soldiers." Every move of the man in black had already been under the surveillance of Lang Fei's spiritual consciousness. At this moment, he saw the scene in front of him.
There is still no reason that I don’t understand.
Just when Lang Fei was secretly frightened, the man in black changed again. He saw a change in the magic technique in his hand, and he actually pinched a wisp of lingering black energy, and then lightly patted it on the ground, using his hoarse voice.
The voice yelled "Ji."
As the man in black finished speaking, wisps of gray air gradually floated out from the cracks, and then condensed into a group, changing into faces that were either sad, happy, melancholy, or angry.
"It turned out to be a broken soul." Seeing this situation, Lang Fei was shocked and couldn't help but secretly cursed the man in black for being sinister.
The so-called remnant soul means that after death, the soul returns to the underworld. The remaining seven souls will wander between heaven and earth without restraints. As the sun and moon alternate, and the yin and yang rotate, most of the seven souls will eventually be consumed by the power of heaven and earth.
, the remaining small part will be preserved by the extremely weak yang energy of the corpse. Most of the ancestors’ manifestations mentioned by secular people are the joy and anger represented by the different seven souls that remain.
, sadness, love, evil, and different expressions derived from desire.
"Gather souls." About half a stick of incense time later, when the remaining souls were formed, the man in black shouted low, and then raised the long flag in his hand, and the black energy actually formed a vortex, swallowing up those people who were floating in the air and wailing endlessly.
Each face was sucked into the long flag.
When all the remaining souls were submerged, a faint light suddenly flashed on the surface of the long flag, and the lingering black energy actually became a little denser, and a faint grimace appeared on the flag's face.
"Haha, it's coming, it's coming." When the changes on the long flag stopped, the man in black jumped up, took the long flag in his hand and gently rubbed it for a moment, and sighed: "Hey, I only need to do it a dozen more times.
The baby is ready."
After saying that, the man in black inserted the long flag back into the ground, and then continued the process again after calming down for a while.
At this time, Lang Fei no longer monitored his every move, but stretched his consciousness into the soil and carefully felt the place where the man in black was refining his bones and making fire.
"No, judging from the degree of decay of the remains, it is almost five years old. If they are allowed to move inward, the bones of Xue Ya's mother will definitely be poisoned by him." His spiritual consciousness gradually penetrated into the center of the cemetery.
, feeling that the bones were decaying rapidly under the magic of the men in black, Lang Fei was so anxious that he no longer thought about weighing the pros and cons, and suddenly jumped out from the bushes.
"Monster, stop." Hearing the sound of the wind behind him, the man in black had stopped casting spells. Now he heard the shout, and immediately pulled the long flag with one hand, turned around, squinted at Lang Fei, and hissed: "You
Who is he?"
"Of course he's the one who came to stop you." Before Lang Fei could answer, Xiao Yun and others also walked out of the grass. But Zhu Ganglie, the idiot, saw that the man in black was a human and not a ghost, so he became bolder and stepped away.
Walking to Lang Fei, he pointed at the man in black and cursed: "Dig someone's grave and destroy their body. You thief are not afraid of evil spirits seeking revenge?"
"Haha, it's a joke. I wish that a few more evil ghosts would seek revenge so that I could become my treasure as soon as possible." The man in black patted the long banner a few times and said to himself: "The righteous path of the Evergreen Realm is prosperous.
Although it is a bit dangerous for us evil cultivators, it is actually a good place to sacrifice and refine magic treasures. Master Dao originally planned to keep a low profile here, so he specially found some remote small towns and countries, but he was still waiting for you.
A monk from the Evergreen Realm bumps into him."
"What? You're not a monk from the Evergreen Realm?" Hearing the words of the man in black, several people were shocked at the same time. Lang Fei frowned, pointed at him and said: "You are clearly an evil demon, how did you get through?
Where’s the one from Evergreen Courtyard?”
The man in black smiled coldly and said: Master Tao of course has a way." After saying this, he glanced at a few people and then said: "Boy, you have time to think about this, why not think more about your own safety. An Xin hides a lot.
Well, maybe you can save a small life, but I don’t expect you to end up seeking your own death, with your humble cultivation still trying to stop the Taoist Master.”
"Bah, people are neither humans nor ghosts, and they are not afraid of the strong wind flashing their tongues. So what about the foundation-building realm? It's not like Master Zhu has never fought before, so why are you afraid?"
"Oh?" The man in black showed a ferocious expression, his jaws opened and closed repeatedly, and said with a "ho ho" smile: "Juniors, you are not ashamed of your words. Today I will let you see how powerful the monks in the Bone City Realm are."
After saying this, the man in black unfolded the long flag in his hand, and wisps of black energy poured out from the long flag like rain.
"Hmph." Seeing the man in black making a move, Lang Fei was not willing to let him take the lead. He took out the Kui Niu Jin that he had prepared long ago, pulled the string to full length, and struck suddenly.
The black steel ball castrated very violently. The man in black was only slightly startled when he saw this and did not dodge. When the black steel ball reached three feet in front of him, he suddenly slapped the flag with his palm and shouted: "Here it is."
"
The black energy that originally filled the area around him suddenly glowed with light after he roared, and then became as solid as a substance. In an instant, a large shield with a ghost head formed in front of him.
"Woo..." At this moment, the black steel ball had also attacked, breaking the shield as soon as it came into contact with it.
Seeing the ghost-headed shield being broken by the black steel ball, before Lang Fei and the others could rejoice, the shield suddenly became blurry, and then another similar ghost-headed shield appeared. With the first shield blocking it,
At this time, the strength of the black steel ball was already a bit weaker. When it touched the second shield, the two sides were in a stalemate for a while.
Then, the black steel ball broke it open again. But what he didn't expect was that after the big shield disappeared, another one appeared behind him. In this way, under the successive interceptions of the ghost-headed big shield, the black steel ball broke through four times in a row.
After facing the shield, he finally ran out of strength and was stopped by the fifth ghost-headed shield.
"Hehe, boy, I guess what you are holding is not ordinary." The black steel ball was stopped by the large ghost-headed shield condensed with black energy, and fell to the ground with a snap. The man in black also leaned out from behind the long banner and said,
With his eyes fixed on the Kui Niu Jin in Lang Fei's hand, he smiled evilly and said: "This treasure will only be covered in dust in your hands, so it is better to leave it to the Taoist Master."
As soon as the black-clothed Taoist finished speaking, he used a twisting technique in his hand, and the scattered black mist suddenly converged, and then turned into a ghost hand and took hold of Lang Fei.