Fuyue's eyes widened with disbelief, but Wei Lin didn't stop at all. He flipped his wrist and suddenly pulled out the sword and moved away. In an instant, he was at a safe distance of three feet away.
"A life-saving grace?" He looked at True Lord Fuguang sarcastically, and sneered: "Not to mention that your life-saving grace is complicated, but it is a pure life-saving grace, and you are trying to blackmail me with it!"
At the end of his speech, his eyes swept across everyone with a clear warning.
Everyone looked fearful, and when they came into contact with his gaze, they all involuntarily took a few steps back.
"Master——"
Mo Huai's eyes were scarlet. In a hurry, his explosive power was so amazing that he broke through the obstruction of the two demon cultivators and rushed to Fu Yue's side.
Fuyue stretched out his hand with difficulty and grabbed Mo Huai's arm, "Revenge..., marry... Xi'er, protect the forest..."
Red blood spit out from his mouth, staining Mo Huai's body and eyes, "Master, please stop talking."
Fuyue's eyes widened and he used all his strength: "Promise...promise...me."
There was a hint of tremor in Mo Huai's eyes. He looked up and saw Yunli taking the Dream-Slaying Sword and putting it on his waist.
As if feeling his gaze, she raised her eyes and looked over, her eyes calm and calm, like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing Mo Huai's heart.
"Nephew Mo!"
The words of True Lord Fuguang brought Mo Huai back from his thoughts. He lowered his eyes and looked at Fuyue who was full of reluctance, and struggled to speak out word by word: "I promise you."
There was a trace of relief in Fuyue's eyes, and the hand holding his arm dropped.
"Master——"
"Brother Headmaster!"
"Brother Headmaster!"
Three mournful voices sounded from behind almost at the same time. Yunli paused for a moment, then raised her steps again, walked calmly through the crowd, came to the demon cultivator, and asked: "How is the situation here?"
Runing replied warmly: "It's extremely cold in the mountains, and we dug out many bones. It seems that the resentment of the deceased has gathered and blocked the mountain road."
"White bones?" Yunli glanced at the desolate and silent mountain forest, and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.
"Yes, there was a little guy in the Mighty Rat Clan who was lazy, so he poked around and dug a hole to sleep. Who would have thought that when he dug his paw down, he would dig out a lot of white bones.
After the report came in, we dug in other places and found that there were many human bones in almost every place. "
After Runing finished speaking, the leader of the Mighty Rat Clan who was taking a nap standing next to him proudly puffed up his chest with a beaming expression on his face.
Yunli frowned. Kuocang Mountain was the place where the Imperial Master practiced. How could there be so many bones? Even if someone was dissatisfied with the rule of the Imperial Master and went up the mountain, the bodies should have been cleaned up afterwards.
"She practices with death energy?" Wei Lin murmured a guess.
Yunli was stunned, and instantly remembered the coldness in the spiritual thoughts of the Imperial Master, and cried out: "She is a ghost cultivator!"
"Ghost cultivator?" Runing wondered, "What is ghost cultivator?"
Others also looked at her. This was the first time they had heard the word ghost cultivator.
Yunli's expression was solemn: "The monks in the Netherworld practice with death energy."
"But this is the human world." Wei Lin was puzzled.
"This is the weird thing. The cultivation method of ghost cultivators is only available in the Nine Netherworld. There is a lot of death there. It is a holy land for ghost cultivators. No ghost cultivators are willing to come to the human world."
"Just because she doesn't want to come doesn't mean she can't come. Could it be that she accidentally came to the human world and was sealed and trapped in the Eastern Continent?" Wei Lin said in a deep voice.
Yunli thought for a while and shook her head: "No, Donglu Jue has spiritual energy, not death energy. Although there is little death energy here, it is not without it. In thirty thousand years, if she came from the Nine Netherworld, she would It won’t be the weak cultivation level it is now.”
Ghost cultivators often give up their bodies to cultivate their souls, and their souls are much more condensed than those of monks on low-level planes.
The spiritual consciousness of the national master is indeed rare among monks, but in terms of ghost cultivation, he is just a low-level ghost cultivation who has just started.
After all, ghost cultivation and immortal cultivation are two systems. There is not much information about ghost cultivation in the Feng Clan's inheritance. Yunli raised his eyes and looked at the towering Kuocang Mountain and said in a deep voice: "The situation is not optimistic. She can use ghost arts. , but we can’t cast spells. I wonder if those passively triggered defensive magic weapons will be effective against ghost spells?”
Everyone's hearts instantly sank to the bottom. The difference between immortals and mortals was like a chasm. Even monks in the Qi training stage could easily destroy a group of martial arts masters.
After pondering for a while, Wei Lin said: "Since she led us here, she either wants to kill us all, or she wants to cooperate."
If it's the latter, that's okay, but if it's the former, it's a bit dangerous.
At that moment, the powerful Empress Yuan said: "What are you waiting for? Get out of here quickly. The ban on the mainland will be lifted. I don't want to die here at this time."
"Yes, hurry up, hurry up! True Lord Ling Su is still determined and sees the long term. He is not fooled by the secret treasure at all. He is just waiting outside. As soon as the ban is lifted, he will be able to survive the calamity and ascend."
"Does he take a long-term view? He is clearly afraid of death. During the previous siege of Canye Pavilion, he found various reasons to stay away from the battlefield. When there was no reason to find, he just stayed away, for fear of losing his life."
Fuguang Zhenjun was furious: "How outrageous. I, the Supreme Elder of the Taiyi Sect, are the ones you and others can discuss?"
The few people who spoke were silent, but their faces were full of disdain. Even the headmasters were killed, and the geniuses of Taiyi Sect were not seen to resist or show any prestige to them.
Suxi Zhenjun sighed and changed the topic: "What's the use of leaving now? If the spiritual energy doesn't recover for a day, we will not be her opponent, and it will be dangerous to be alone.
What's more, we are here to find the reason for the mainland ban, so as to completely unlock Canglan's ban. If you leave now, without spiritual power, how to get out of the Eastern Continent is a problem. "
Yunli frowned slightly, "We are all here, why do we need three days later? What's so special about three days later?"
Wei Lin said softly: "Today is July 12th, and three days from now it will be July 10th... the Ghost Festival!"
Everyone was shocked. The Hungry Ghost Festival, the legendary ghost festival, is the day when the yin energy in the world is the strongest. For a ghost cultivator, this day should be the time when her cultivation is the strongest.
Someone quickly discovered the contradiction: "Since she is a ghost cultivator and we have no cultivation now, it is easy for her to control us. Why would she let us go up the mountain when our cultivation is the strongest?"
"cautious?"
Runing looked at Yunli and said thoughtfully: "Maybe there is someone among us that she is afraid of!"
"The person she is afraid of? Who has fought against her?"
"It wasn't me. A group of us lit up Zhang Daofu and saw her spiritual thoughts."
"It's not us..."
Yunli touched the tip of her nose. If nothing unexpected happened, she, the Princess Xiyue, was the one the Imperial Master was afraid of, but she didn't know if the Imperial Master already knew that she was Xi Yue.
Now, no matter how many speculations there are, they are just speculations. Everything will have to wait until three days later to see the Imperial Master to find out.
Since they already know that the other party may be a ghost cultivator, and the reason why they can't go up the mountain should be ghost magic, everyone doesn't do that useless work, and simply goes back to the town to recharge their batteries and wait for three days to go up the mountain.
Amid everyone's expectations and anxiety, the two days passed in a blink of an eye.
On the evening of July 14th, before going to bed, Yunli went to the kitchen to find some rooster comb blood, glutinous rice, and broke off a few peach branches. Ghost cultivators are also ghosts, and maybe these methods to overcome ghosts can also conquer ghost cultivators.
Speaking of which, they are all Taoist priests whose job is to catch ghosts, but now they are extremely afraid of a ghost cultivator. It is really ironic.
In the middle of the night, she suddenly woke up. Just when she was feeling strange, intermittent murmurs sounded from next door.
"Cold...cold..."
She was stunned. Senior brother doesn't sleep, so why is he still talking in his sleep?
She got up and went out. It was pitch dark outside, and she couldn't see her fingers. The night wind was whimpering, and ghosts were howling, which sounded particularly scary.
She knocked on the door: "Brother, are you awake?"
No one answered.
Yunli's heart tightened, and she pushed hard and pushed the door open. She saw Wei Lin curled up on the bed, looking extremely painful.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Her heart trembled, and she stepped forward to feel his pulse. Biting coldness came from his hands, and his pulse was also chaotic.
what happened?
Yunli blinked his eyes quickly, trying his best to suppress his panic, and looked carefully. A strange cold energy flowed through his body, causing his spiritual energy to be restless.
An Ran and others who were disturbed in the nearby guest room rushed over quickly. Seeing this situation, they were all shocked and asked anxiously: "What happened to him?"
"Ayan, come and take a look." Yunli quickly got out of the way.
Mu Yan stretched out her hand, and as soon as she touched Wei Lin's hand, she quickly took it away like an electric shock: "It's so cold!"
"Is it really that cold?" An Ran was surprised. Mu Yan, a dignified golden elixir monk, couldn't bear to be touched. How cold is it?
She stretched out her hand to test it, but just like Mu Yan, she quickly retracted it when she first touched it. In just a short moment, she felt that her soul was about to be frozen.
Yunli's heart tensed up, and her mind sank into her body. She adjusted the Nirvana Heavenly Fire to the palm of her hand and covered Wei Lin's wrist until the cold energy retreated from Wei Lin's wrist. She hurriedly let go of her hand and said to Mu Yan Said: "Take another look."
After a moment, Mu Yan took her hand away and said solemnly: "With the nourishment of spiritual power, his body is fine for the time being, but the energy is too cold and cold. If it cannot be expelled in time, it will cause damage to his meridians and organs."
After a pause, he asked again: "Where does this cold energy come from?"
An Ran was also very surprised: "No one came at night."
Although they have no spiritual energy and cannot practice, they monks did not go to sleep, either closing their eyes to rest, or thinking about how to deal with ghost cultivators tomorrow.
The people living in the inn are all monks. Even if a mosquito flies in, there is no way to hide it from them.
Tonight, there really wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
After speaking, she looked at Yunli. Among them, she had the strongest perception ability.
Yunli shook his head: "I don't know, I suddenly heard him talking in his sleep, and ran over..."
In the flash of lightning, she suddenly remembered that Shao Haoluo once said that senior brother is a very yin soul. Today is the Ghost Festival. Could this be the reason?
Yunli pursed her lips and raised her eyes to look outside. Runing and other demon cultivators were surrounding the room, and further away, other cultivators were standing.
"You go out first, look outside, and don't allow anyone to come near."
An Ran and others were puzzled. Seeing her firm expression, they didn't ask any more questions. They exited and closed the door. One person each in the corridor, roof, and street looked at the house.
