Chapter 696: The Weeping Spiritual Position

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"Then do you think you can kill me with just these little tricks?"

Looking at the hair that was covered in layers of nets, Ye Qing raised his lips and smiled, expressing sarcasm and disdain.

Then, Ye Qing's eyes gradually turned dark and deep, and he tapped his fingers.

Like knocking on the gate of heaven.

"Buzz..."

A strange rhythm rippled out, and the criss-crossing invisible hair trembled slightly at first, followed by ripples.

The next moment, all the hair strands seemed to be overwhelmed and broke.

Although the heaven and earth were silent, there were bursts of thunder in Qianzhang Sanren's sea of ​​consciousness.

Every time a hair broke, there was a thunder.

When all the hair strands broke simultaneously, there was a continuous sound of thunder.

The thunder started and then stopped suddenly. When the thunder subsided, the consciousness of Qianzhang and the three people was turned upside down, and his Yin Shen was riddled with holes.

Outside, Qianzhang Sanren's eyes widened, looking at the young man in the distance who was smiling, opened his mouth, and fell down silently.

"hiss……"

In the dark, those who were ready to act or had ulterior motives couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when they saw Qianzhang Sanren falling, feeling chilled in their hearts, and put out their thoughts of profiting or being left behind.

Ye Qing ignored those various looks and walked directly to Qianzhang Sanren's body, waved to him, took the mountain and river shells in his arms, and continued walking out of the village.

After Ye Qing left, several people showed up, glanced at the corpses of thousands of people on the ground, and then rushed towards the ancestral hall in unison.

Just on the eaves outside, there are treasures like bronze bells. Is there any chance that there won't be something better inside the ancestral hall?

Although they don’t know why that person did not enter the ancestral hall, this does not hinder their desire for treasures and opportunities!

So, after the young man left, they couldn't wait to rush into the ancestral hall.

"Haha...there is indeed a treasure..."

"So many treasures..."

"Get rich, get rich..."

After rushing into the ancestral hall, everyone was shocked by the sight in front of them.

Because the ancestral hall looks dilapidated from the outside, but there is something special inside, with treasures everywhere.

On the wall, there are portraits that contain spiritual light;

In the corner of the wall, there are ceremonial vessels shining brightly;

On the roof, there is a talisman looming;

Beside the offering table, there is an incense burner with deep Qi;

On the ground, there are fragrant fruits and melons;

Even the bricks and stones on the ground and the murals on the walls have a faint aura emerging, highlighting the

It shows his extraordinaryness.

"Haha...it's all mine..."

Looking at the treasure in front of him, someone couldn't help laughing loudly, but the next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Because at some point, a blood hole opened in his chest. In the blood hole, a hand could be faintly seen, holding his heart.

Then, the five fingers of that palm clenched tightly, and his heart broke like a ripe fruit.

"Hmph, even you want to take the things here, are you worthy?"

A sinister voice sounded from behind the man.

The blood and sound were like fuses, igniting the greed and murderous intent in everyone's hearts in the ancestral hall. The next moment, everyone killed everyone else in unison.

In an instant, the originally solemn and solemn ancestral hall was filled with swords and killings, and was covered with blood and corpses.

However, no one noticed that with the killing and death, the scarlet blood slowly oozed out from the spiritual tablets in the center of the ancestral hall and trembled slightly.

Like a crying ghost.

"Something's wrong, stop fighting..."

Finally, someone noticed something strange in the ancestral hall and stopped the fighting.

Looking at the bleeding and trembling souls, everyone in the ancestral hall felt horrified and shuddered.

"Hmph, it's just some spiritual bits. What's there to be afraid of? Watch me chop them!"

In the depressing atmosphere, a burly man with a curly beard snorted coldly, kicked a corpse aside at his feet, raised the giant ax in his hand, and struck at the spiritual tablets.

"boom……"

Amidst the roar, the spiritual frame holding the spiritual tablets was chopped into pieces by the big man with an axe, and the spiritual tablets were also shattered into pieces.

"Look, there's nothing to be afraid of, a bunch of cowards."

Seeing this, the big man held a huge ax with a look of disdain.

But before he finished speaking, the big man's body suddenly trembled, his eyes widened, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he opened his mouth to let out a shrill scream.

Amidst the shrill screams, bumps could be seen on all the exposed skin of the big man's forehead, face, neck, hands and feet, or rather all over his body.

It was as if something was emerging from his body and flesh.

"ah……"

The big man screamed, but he was unable to move as if he had been immobilized, and he was unable to stop it. He could only watch the bulges getting bigger and bigger.

The others seemed to be frightened by this scene, and no one came forward to help.

"Pfft..."

With a soft sound, blood splashed, and a sharp

Something came out from between the big man's eyebrows, and was still slowly extending upward.

After a few breaths, what emerged from the big man's eyebrows was a spiritual tablet.

A tablet that is exactly the same as those in the previous ancestral hall.

The only difference is that the names and dates of birth and death are written on the spiritual tablets in the ancestral hall, while the spiritual tablets drilled out of the big man's body are blank without words.

At the same time, accompanied by the sounds of flesh and blood tearing and blood splashing, more and more spiritual bits broke through the big man's flesh and blood and emerged from his body.

In just the blink of an eye, the big man's whole body emerged from the densely packed spiritual places.

At this time, the big man seemed to have become the spiritual frame where those spiritual tablets were placed.

Use human beings as a framework to place the spiritual position.

Either because of the big man's shrill scream, or because of the sound of the spirit bits tearing flesh and blood, or because of the densely packed spirit bits, in short, everyone was shocked and speechless by the scene in front of them.

When the spiritual bits extended to the base, they stopped extending. At this time, the big man's body was riddled with holes and dripping with blood.

But even so, the big man was still alive, still screaming hysterically.

The screams were piercing, painful, and desolate, and penetrated deeply into the bones. Even though everyone in the ancestral hall had not personally experienced it, they could relate to it.

"Look...those spiritual bits..."

Suddenly, everyone discovered that lines of bloody words slowly appeared on the blank spiritual tablets on the big man's body.

"Zhong Zhen was born on May 12, the third year of Lingfeng, at three o'clock in the hour, and died on March 3, the fifth year of Chunhua, at noon..."

"Gong Xiangzhao was born at a quarter of the hour on December 5, the sixth year of Wulong, and died at a quarter of the hour on March 3, the sixth year of Jingrui..."

"Yu Duzai was born on April 9, the ninth year of Qingyuan, at two o'clock in the day, and died on March 3, the sixth year of Jingrui, at noon..."

"Suoyida was born in..."



"Zhong Zhen? Isn't that me? That date of birth is mine too!"

Looking at the bloody words appearing on the spiritual tablet, a man said in surprise.

"Gong Xiangzhao...it's me!"

"I am Yu Duzai..."

"I...my name is Suo Yidao..."

"Why do our names and birth dates appear on those spiritual tablets?"

"Look at the time of death behind our names! March 3, the fifth year of Chunhua, the last moment... March 3, the sixth year of Jingrui, the last moment... Isn't that today?"