Chapter 1351 The smiling face mask of the big-headed doll

Ye Ling touched the big-headed doll's smiling face mask, which still contained the scent of impatiens juice on the purple Xuanqian jade fingers.

Zixuan smiled and said: "This object has the effect of isolating spiritual consciousness, and I have slightly modified it, and the effect is even better! Master, if you bring it with you, not even the gods, or even the founder of the Wu Kingdom, will recognize it. You come!

Ye Ling originally thought that this mask was like child's play and a little funny to wear, but from what Zixuan said, it was of great use!

So Ye Ling responded happily: "Okay! I'll take this with me. Let's go to the ghost market now. I want to see how many remaining forces are left in the Netherworld Cave?"

"The Point Guard Is Here"

"Wait a minute!" Zixuan waved her sleeves, completely changing the atmosphere of the two of them. They looked like black smoke lingering all over their bodies, exuding a thick aura of death.

Zixuan nodded and said with satisfaction: "It's almost there! It's no different from the ghost cultivators under the mass grave."

Ye Ling used his spiritual consciousness to reflect on himself and felt that the current situation was extremely strange. I am afraid that even if the blood devil general and the evil cultivator in black robes from the Blood Mist Valley met, they would have to call out fellow Taoist!

The two came to the stone tablet of the ancient tomb, threw two black wooden plaques into the mouth of the Stone Turtle Beast carrying the stone tablet, and the door of the tomb suddenly opened!

Ye Ling and Zixuan stepped into it calmly.

The tomb door slammed shut again, and it was extremely dark inside. In the blink of an eye, the stone walls on both sides of the tomb passage were illuminated by angry wind lanterns that exuded a miserable blue brilliance!

Ye Ling was very interested in the mechanism of this ancient tomb and was about to reach out to touch the angry wind lantern.

Just listen to the old-fashioned deep cough in the tomb passage, and a hoarse voice as sinister as the friction of bones came out: "Two young distinguished guests, this is your first time here! What is burning in the lamp is the grinding after the bones are broken and the ashes are thrown away. Made of bone phosphorus powder!"

Even though Ye Ling was prepared, he was a little worried when he heard the sounds coming from the ancient tomb.

In the tomb passage, there were creaking sounds of footsteps, and a broken skeleton with a missing head and right arm walked out, holding a lantern made of an unknown animal skin in his hand.

"I am the envoy to welcome the ghost market. The two new guests have the Black Wood Order. Please come with me!"

The half-skeleton waved the lantern in its hand as a greeting and led them inside.

Zixuan sent a message to Ye Ling's spiritual consciousness: "Master, look at his appearance! Isn't it fun? He borrowed a corpse to possess him, and he's just like us!"

Ye Ling said: "It's not fun at all! This skeleton must have been a tall and strong body builder before he was alive! Now he doesn't even have his head, and half of his body seems to have been chopped off with a sword! He's dead! It's too awful."

Zixuan said leisurely: "Master, you are wrong! This guy is actually a dead rat, possessed by a demon spirit. He borrowed this broken corpse to show off. Look, if I scare it, it will not be like a demon rat. Don’t be afraid to come out!”

Ye Ling's consciousness swept away, he laughed dumbly, and shook his head: "Forget it, isn't it just a dead rat? If you don't have the same experience as it, do all the ghost cultivators inside look like this? Are they used to being possessed by ghosts?"

Zixuan responded: "Not necessarily, there are all kinds of weird things inside! You must know that the old ghost of Netherworld has been operating in the Northern Wasteland for many years, collecting the souls and corpses of monsters and humans everywhere. Almost all the things in the ghost market were once Netherworld Cave Mansion. Ghost cultivator! Either directly take orders from the old ghost in the netherworld, or take orders from the old ghost."

Ye Ling nodded, and followed the half-remains possessed by the spirit of the demon rat until they reached the end of the tomb passage. They could vaguely hear the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras coming from inside, and the drums and drums were noisy and lively.