At the edge of the sky, a monk stopped and looked here with an extremely solemn expression, but he did not dare to approach because there was a strict order not to allow them to approach this pool of blood.
It's not because there is any secret in this blood pool, but because the resentful evil energy released by the blood pool is too terrifying, especially for those who practice the ghost way, it can corrode the soul and affect the mind.
It was a pool of water formed by the fusion of the essence and blood of countless living beings. It was full of resentment and terrifying.
Hearing the shout, the monk immediately bowed respectfully, and his voice boomed: "Reporting to the ancestor, there are two waves coming, both from remote areas, and the total number is less than 200 million. Originally planned
Those waves of large numbers of ghosts have still not arrived yet.”
As the man spoke these words, his heart felt uneasy.
This time, it was the ancestors of their sect who arranged the arrangements. It was their ancestors who personally arranged which wave of soul disasters and ghosts would take which path. However, the situation did not go according to the planned plan, and several major waves of disasters should have arrived long ago.
The number of ghosts has yet to arrive.
Sure enough, a sharp shout came from the mouth of the old man just now: "What? The waves with the largest number have still not arrived? Humph, there must be some slackers in some soul gardens and disobedience. I can't get away now, how many people can you send?
, go and see where those waves of ghosts have gone?"
As the old man spoke, a puppet flew out, directly approached Hou Fang, and took away dozens of jade bottles.
Hou Fang didn't dare to say anything, so he immediately bowed to answer, and then quickly fled away.
Soon, more than a dozen monks flew out of the grassland and headed in all directions. These monks went to spread the word, and Hou Fang was convinced that no super sect would dare to stop them.
Qin Fengming was far away from Hou Fang, but he heard clearly, and immediately felt funny in his heart. If those people could find those ghost army, it would be a joke.
However, seeing everyone walking away, Qin Fengming suddenly felt something in his heart.
Since these monks are there to help the evil tyrants, he can capture these monks and control them in his own hands. With the thought in his mind appearing, he immediately dodged and headed towards a monk not far away.
Dealing with a Xuan-level monk was too easy for Qin Fengming. Just by getting close, the man fell into a coma and was easily controlled by Qin Fengming.
At this moment, Qin Fengming is using the nightmare technique. Even if Mahayana is unprepared, he is afraid that he will fall into the path. Even if these Xuan-level monks are prepared, they will not be able to resist at all.
Qin Fengming did not completely control the man's intelligence, but only planted a few restrictions in his body. As Qin Fengming withdrew his skills, the monk just felt a sudden nap, and then woke up after a sudden awakening.
Following the same pattern, Qin Fengming just turned around in the mist, and all the hundreds of Xuan-level monks present experienced a lethargy. However, more than a dozen monks stopped far away, and Qin Fengming was unable to make a move and escaped.
Those monks are obviously those who look after the group of cultivators and do not participate in restraining the ghosts.
Time passed slowly, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Qin Fengming could feel that the density of ghosts in the mist surrounded by everyone had significantly reduced. He was afraid that after a few days, the changes in this mist would be noticed.
Now, Qin Fengming no longer has any worries.
He is here to cause destruction. Since Zou Rui has not arrived yet, his intention is to destroy the soul sacrifice ghosts that several Mahayana devotees have spent great efforts to gather together. This will undoubtedly give Zou Rui a huge blow.
If you want to collect billions of ghosts, changing the interface will never be as easy as in the Desert Ghost Domain.
There are a large number of soul gardens in Mopan Ghost Domain. Even a small soul garden can contain tens or millions of ghosts. It is not uncommon for super soul gardens to have tens of millions. It is easy to obtain a huge amount.
Ghost is simply not possible in other interfaces.
"Greetings to the ancestor!"
"Greetings to Senior Qi Ze!"
Several respectful words followed the two figures quickly, resounding throughout the world.
Two old men arrived. Their auras were restrained, but they were not angry or intimidating. This made the dozen or so top Xuan-level monks look cautious and quickly bow to greet them.
"Have the tens of waves of the largest number of ghosts not arrived yet?" an old man said, his eyes gloomy, indicating that he was not at peace.
"Reporting to the ancestor, the communication board has been unable to contact. The disciples have sent more than 20 people to respond, but they still haven't arrived. Either the ruling monks took the wrong path, or they were greedy for merit and went to several dangerous places on the way.
We are unable to contact you at the moment. I am planning to send a message to the disciples of my sect who are scattered around." Hou Fang bowed and replied immediately.
He answered very well and did not blame the sects on the way.
"The date of meeting with the Lord is getting closer and closer. This matter must be implemented as soon as possible. It would be better to ask fellow Taoist Bai Feng to supervise this matter with all his strength." Qi Ze spoke, although his tone was calm, but the hidden meaning was obviously threatening.
Both of them are Mahayana, but their situations are different.
Qi Ze has been following that gentleman for a long time and has made great achievements. But Bai Feng has just surrendered and has not made any achievements. If he wants to be appreciated by that gentleman, he must show something.
And this time, collecting the ghosts from the Soul Garden was, in his opinion, an opportunity to express himself.
"Please rest assured, fellow Taoist Qi Ze, I will go and have a look in person." Bai Feng's eyes flashed sharply and he immediately spoke.
When he spoke his words, before everyone could react, his figure had become illusory and turned into a shadow, disappearing into the distance.
"Have you ever counted how many ghosts there are here?" Bai Feng walked away, and Qi Ze turned to look at the place shrouded in mist, and asked casually.
"Reporting back to my predecessors, every time a wave of ghosts comes, we will make a rough check. The number of ghosts gathered here should be between two and three billion. If those dozen waves arrive, the number will definitely reach four billion. I think it is enough for the time being.
After that, we can gather manpower to go to Northern Xinjiang and Western Xinjiang, and we can also gather no less than four to five billion ghosts." Hou Fang bowed and responded quite appropriately.
However, he also understood that it was not easy in the Northern and Western Xinjiangs. There were several Mahayana guards there. If that gentleman did not come forward, no one could say whether he could deter those Mahayana people.
In the Southern and Eastern Borders, the four Mahayana in the Desert Ghost Realm did not resist at all and surrendered to the Lord. That's why they were able to collect ghosts so smoothly.
"Well, if this can really be done, it can be considered a deal." Qi Ze nodded and agreed with Hou Fang's words.
However, after he looked at the mist for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face instantly turned ugly: "You said there are more than two billion ghosts gathered in this mist?"
A loud shout rang out, frightening the faces of everyone in Hou Fang who had just been relieved:
"Reporting back to my predecessors, the number is indeed more than two billion. Every time a wave comes, we will roughly check it. It is impossible to go in and out too much. Hurry, go and check the number of ghosts."
Hou Fang's face was pale and his eyes were horrified. He was frightened by the sudden aura of Mahayana in front of him. At the same time, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Following his urgent cry, more than a dozen monks moved at the same time, including Hou Fang, and headed towards the misty sky.
In an instant, more than a dozen Xuan-level monks entered the mist.
Qi Ze's face was gloomy, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he locked onto the dark fog in the sky. At the same time, his consciousness was released rapidly, covering an area tens of thousands of miles away.
He could clearly see that there were a large number of ghosts in the mist, but in terms of the density of ghosts, there was absolutely no way there were two billion in number. He didn't think that Hou Fang and others dared to lie to him.
If it's not a lie, then there is only one possibility. They are being plotted against.