"I see you today. I have a problem, and I would like to ask my senior for advice." Su Yi asked him about the biggest confusion on his way into the An family:
"Senior has been in Guanyun City for several years. Today, outside the An Mansion, there are first the Mystery Formation, then the Illusion Formation, and then the Barrier. It is obviously to prevent us from intruding."
"Senior is obviously best at puppetry. Why are the puppets outside the door, except for Young Master An, all made of fine wood?"
A puppet master who is good at puppetry, once he takes action, except for An Murong, a high-grade puppet, the other puppets are all low-grade.
There is obviously something wrong with this. Either this person has a different identity, or his strength has not yet reached its peak.
"An Yueming" looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her expression suddenly changed, and her eyes flashed fiercely as she said, "You are worthy enough?"
Li Chu and others seemed to have received some kind of hint, and said one after another:
"Puppetry is the secret art of the ghost clan. I heard that the only ghost clan that fully masters puppetry is Chu Ming, the third son of the previous Underworld Lord. Who are you?"
"What a glorious sight the ghost king was back then. He held thousands of magical instruments in his hand. The upper part could control a puppet and hundreds of ghosts. The lower part could be used as a string to make a konghou and empty the streets of thousands of houses."
"Now I have to hide in the small Guanyun City like a snake, insect, rat, or ant, not daring to show my true face to others."
"In the past, if anyone dared to hurt Ghost Lord's people, he would become a puppet the next day. But now there is only one top-grade puppet in the huge An family. After all, today is different from the past."
The ghost clan has been destroyed and the underworld has disappeared. Telling the bereaved ghosts about the glory of the past and lamenting that the present is not as good as it used to be is nothing more than adding fuel to the fire.
These words are, firstly, to test whether he does not want to kill them or whether he is not strong enough to kill them. Secondly, they are to disturb his mind. But how can the ghost clan calm down after hearing words such as this is different from the past?
In the process of transmitting soul power, the transmitter can easily go crazy.
Since you can't defeat it with force, then change your approach.
It would be a good thing if the ghost in front of him could become possessed and destroy himself.
Seeing that An Yueming's anger almost turned into reality, several people's eyes flashed red. They suppressed their joy and increased their output.
Victory without fighting is the victory they pursue.
"The ghost tribe is a legendary existence. Are you really a ghost tribe? Could it be that you use the name of the ghost tribe to do such unjust things?"
"Although the ghost tribe operates at night, they have always behaved openly and courageously. I have never seen anyone like my senior who dare not show his true colors to others."
"If senior is really a ghost clan, he must have lived a very difficult life among the crowd these years! There is not even anyone who can speak his mind. No wonder senior is anxious to find the Lord of the Underworld and revive the ghost clan."
"Hey! No wonder An Murong would say "Ghost refining formation, the Lord of the Underworld reappears in the world." I guess it was his senior who told him. "
"Senior, why bother complaining to the puppet? If you have any troubles, why don't you tell me, so that we can give you some comfort."
These people are talking to each other, and they are talking one after another. Every sentence seems to be sincere and unpretentious, but it is actually full of ridicule.
The majestic ghost king, turning his hands to make clouds and rain, how can he get sympathy from a group of monks who have not yet entered the stage of transcending tribulation? This is obviously a sarcasm!
It's just that they used too much force, and the purpose of delaying time to wait for support was too obvious.
Sure enough, An Yueming was only angry for a moment, and then regained his senses instantly. He ignored those people's words and continued what he was doing.
When Hua Ruxue saw this, her clenched fists immediately unclenched. Her idea of taking advantage of her unpreparedness to launch a sneak attack failed again. At this moment, she only felt a buzzing in her ears.
It is said that monks must first cultivate their hearts. Have all these people cultivated their mouths?
Hua Ruxue touched the storage bag and found that most of the poisonous weeds and poisons designed to defeat ghosts grew in the underworld, so she naturally didn't have them.
She was thinking about what kind of poison she should use to control "An Yueming" without causing Su Yi and the others to die immediately.
At this moment, Li Chu and others, who had been standing still and motionless, suddenly moved!
The Zhanlu sword hung in front of Li Chu and went straight towards An Yueming. This time
The sword was exerted with 100% force, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and its power was like breaking a bamboo.
"Help!"
Following Li Chu's order, the monk who had been chattering just now closed his lips, looked serious, and the sincerity in his eyes turned into naked murderous intent.
The speed of this face change is astonishing.
For a moment, the only sound in the high pavilion was the sound of swords coming out of their bodies.
Su Yi walked to Yang Ling's side and was about to reach out and touch Yang Ling when he heard a "ding" sound from Zhan Lu's sword, nailing it three inches into the ground.
Li Chu, who was the first to enter the battle, shouted: "Don't move!"
Li Chu's left hand, which was placed on one person's shoulder, quickly turned black and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Young Master!" Seeing this, the others stopped and did not dare to move again.
"It's poison..."
Before he finished speaking the word poison, Li Chu was knocked out of the formation by an external force, and his body hit the stone steps, which immediately dented.
Then came Su Yi and others. Although they did not touch the people on the altar, their hands were slowly turning black and purple, and then they were shot away from the formation.
After being rescued, Hua Ruxue moved a step slower. She was standing on the edge of the formation at the moment. She looked around carefully and found nothing unusual, and her hands did not turn black and purple like others.
Could it be that "An Yueming" bypassed her and poisoned others?
As soon as this idea came to mind, "An Yueming" asked: "How does this poison taste?"
"An Yueming" leisurely withdrew his soul power, the gray thin line disappeared, and the solidification of the soul was over. Li Zhizhi's body slowly landed on the altar in the center.
The ghost refining formation was ready, Hua Ruxue was mercilessly thrown to the ground by an external force, and a barrier followed and enveloped the formation.
poison? When did this ghost poison him?
As if to respond to everyone's doubts, "An Yueming" said compassionately: "Of course, before you enter the yard, a mere ant is not worthy of dirtying my hands."
Except for Hua Ruxue, the black and purple colors on the hands of everyone else are spreading towards their arms. There was no pain at first, but it was just that the spiritual power could not be gathered, and then the black and purple lines all over the place were like being burned in a fire.
Because the other party is a ghost, there is a moment of death in front of him. Hua Ruxue has been guarding against the other party's poisoning, and is extra careful on the way forward.
Recalling that from the moment they stepped into the An family gate to the high pavilion, everything the group had come into contact with was fine.
"It's a barrier." Su Yi said, the poison was in the barrier.
Hua Ruxue immediately understood the key, frowned and cursed in her heart: Insidious!
When she broke the barrier just now, she did not input spiritual power into the barrier, so she was not poisoned. But because of this, she had no idea what kind of poison Su Yi and others were poisoned with.
Hua Ruxue quietly moved towards Su Yi's direction, and immediately a blade of wind brushed past Su Yi's neck.
"I don't want to see blood, little girl, it's best not to have any evil intentions."
Although "An Yueming" promised not to harm her life, it did not mean that he would let her ruin his plan.
After that, "An Yueming" casually threw three copper rings. The copper rings tightly wrapped around Hua Ruxue, causing her to lose the ability to move.
"Thirty thousand years, thirty thousand years! This day has finally arrived!"
As he spoke, "An Yueming" aged rapidly, with his skin as dry as grass, then bones and bones, until he turned into smoke.
After the smoke cleared, a man with long eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a handsome face appeared in front of everyone.
He was dressed in black robes, full of anger, and looked at the monks with an indifferent expression, as if to him, everyone except Li Changzhi was nothing more than ants.
His eyes stayed on the altar in the center, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to have touched the warm March sun and regained some warmth.
Seeing that the man was about to activate the ghost refining formation, Li Chu endured the burning sensation on his body, stood up and begged for mercy: "Ghost Lord, wait a minute! I am willing to join the formation to replace Ah Zhi!"
Li Zhizhi was placed at the center of the altar, and there was no need to explain who the soul in his body was.
Li Chuming knew that Li Changzhi was Chu, the Lord of the Underworld.
Tang's reincarnation was actually willing to protect him.
"Young master, no!" Others shouted to stop him.
Li Chu only had time to say one more sentence: "No need to say more." The black and purple lines on his hands spread to his face, and then he fainted weakly on the ground.
Hua Ruxue struggled to break free, but as she struggled, the three copper rings on her body became tighter and tighter.
She is not only concerned about Su Yi's situation, he has reached the third level of Ice Art. If the poison is fatal, he can just seal his heart and wait for her to detoxify it. The most important thing now is the ghost refining formation.
If the ghost refining formation is activated, Ning Shuyan will die. Ning Shuyan suffered this because she took her place, and she will not allow this to happen.
Ning Shuyan, who was sleeping on the altar, seemed to feel the approaching danger, and her body trembled slightly.
"You let Ning Shuyan go, and I will help you find a better sacrifice." Hua Ruxue was thinking about the suitable candidate in her mind. Miss Tian Weiyu seemed to also have a high-grade spiritual root.
"Little girl, you think too highly of yourself." Chu Ming looked at Hua Ruxue with disdain, his expression seemed to say: The ghost refining formation has been completed, and now the sacrifices are to be changed, he is afraid that there is something wrong with his brain.
Before he finished speaking, Chu Ming input power into the formation and muttered something:
"As a sacrifice of the souls of one hundred and twenty-four earth spirits, I am willing to dedicate half of my cultivation to help the Lord of the Underworld return to the world! Return to the top!"
The faint blue flames entrenched outside the high pavilion seemed to have heard the call and poured into the ghost refining formation one after another.
The will-o'-the-wisp swallowed up the outermost sacrifices in an instant, leaving scorched black marks on the altar after being burned by the flames.
Yang Ling was burned up by the will-o'-the-wisp without any struggle.
This is what happens to the weak.
Life and death only depend on the strong man's thoughts.
Hua Ruxue calmly thought about countermeasures. While the ghost fire was devouring the soul, it was also constantly absorbing the cultivation of the ghost king Chu Ming. Ning Shuyan was the last sacrifice to be swallowed in the innermost circle. By that time, Chu Ming's Only half of the cultivation base is left...
The power of the magic weapon that has been restraining her is slowly weakening. All she needs to do is kill Chu Ming and terminate the formation before the will-o'-the-wisp approaches Ning Shuyan!
In just one cup of tea, the will-o'-the-wisp burned from the outermost circle to the third circle.
Li Zhizhi's body frantically absorbed the feedback from the will-o'-the-wisp. When the power gathered in the body reached saturation, the soul in the body began to shake violently, trying to break free from the shackles of the physical body.
"Thirty thousand years, thirty thousand years!"
Chu Ming knelt on his knees, raised his hands in the air, looked wildly in his eyes, and shouted: "Welcome my Lord!"
Hua Ruxue thought that the Lord of the Underworld was about to reappear in the world, and couldn't help but become nervous. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened.
Li Zangzhi's soul slowly left the body when he heard the call. Hua Ruxue glanced at the soul's appearance, only to find that the face was clearly Li Zangzhi himself.
The appearance of the ghost clan will not change throughout life, and the true appearance cannot be shown to others when reincarnated to avoid persecution. Is this really Chu Tang, the Lord of the Underworld?
Just when she was confused, Chu Ming raised his head excitedly, looked eagerly at the soul that was about to become a ghost, and called out familiarly: "Old..."
The call ended abruptly as soon as it uttered one syllable.
Chu Ming was dumbfounded, staring at the soul speechless, as if he was nailed to the spot.
After a long time, the anticipation and enthusiasm in his eyes disappeared, turning into empty joy.
He pointed at Li Changzhi and roared like crazy:
"Where is Lao Liu? Where did Lao Liu go? This is not Lao Liu!"
"I've confirmed it, I've confirmed it's Lao Liu! It can't be wrong!"
"Damn it! Who is it! Who changed Lao Liu's soul!"
