"Don't go, don't go, stay and talk to me."
You Mengchang was a cunning being even more cunning than the old ghost. He had already taken precautions. He smiled and stretched out his hand to hold him back. The ghost that disappeared reappeared in the air, only deviating by seven or eight feet.
Two strands of black light were wrapped around the old man's body. He struggled for a few times, but when he saw the black light was like a maggot on his tarsus, he couldn't get rid of it for a while. He surrendered and shouted: "Excuse me, the little old man really has a last resort and I dare not deceive him." Immortal, I also asked the Immortal to collect his magical powers, and let the little old man explain in detail slowly." "That's right, don't make a toast or eat as a penalty, my temper is very easy to talk to now."
You Mengchang couldn't deal with the fifth-level weapon spirit, but it was more than enough to deal with an old ghost whose cultivation level was slightly worse than his. His magical power was already able to restrain ghosts, and he could feed on ghosts and souls. With a finger, the ghosts on the old ghost's body were revealed. The light disappeared.
I want to see what tricks the old ghost is playing with him?
Zhang Wenfeng watched with a smile, without saying a word to disturb Mr. You's elegance. The old man was a very strange and rare existence. Not only did he have the deeply hidden scent of the mountain god, but he also had a hint of hidden merit. If it weren't for his own profound With so much merit and virtue, it is difficult to detect abnormalities.
He was guessing how the old ghost did it?
Was it because he earned countless virtues when he was a mountain god, or was he recognized for his great achievements in this secret realm?
The old man slowly arranged the messy robes and hair bun, and suddenly a small drum appeared in his hand. The black drum had a protruding human face, and the body of the drum was carved with an ancient and small dragon, as if a living creature was squirming and circling, and its scales emitted a black light.
The strange human face on the drum suddenly opened its dark eyes.
"Dong" a dull drum sound, the mountains rustled.
The long shadow of You Meng was fixed by an invisible light emitted by those eyes, and turned into nothing, leaving no black energy left.
Zhang Wenfeng was shocked. What the other party took out was a small and powerful weapon. What was even weirder was that he could skillfully use it with his fourth-level cultivation. A bronze brilliance appeared on his body to protect him, as if he was hit by an invisible force. After a moment, the green light flashed, and it involuntarily floated back into the air. He silently recited the scriptures to wash away the influence of the other ghostly light emitted by the eyes.
"Zhu Yin Gu... stop!"
Yu Mengchang's surprised cry came from the air.
He was worried that the master of the temple would take action. Even if the old ghost's cultivation level was only at the fourth level, but he had the important weapons of the small world in his hands, and he had the advantage of good luck, it would be impossible to kill him easily. He didn't want to fall out with the old ghost.
Almost at the same time, Chen Qingqiao, who was frowning in the air and chanting "Mo Shu, Mountain God" in the distance, saw the black snare drum appearing in the old man's hand, and shouted with a look of surprise on his face: "Stop! I'm one of my own."
Lu Zijin, who was beside him, let out a wine burp. He looked at each other in confusion with Guifang, watching Chen Qingqiao rush over there.
How could this damn place have anything to do with one of our own?
The two monsters suspected that the gentle-looking and seemingly loyal old Chen wanted to deceive the old ghost? Pretending to be too similar, Old Chen and the old woman worked together with the cunning old man You to try to deal with the old ghost without any skill. They are their own people here.
A bronze fish-patterned talisman has appeared in Zhang Wenfeng's hand. He is not going to use the swordsmanship and the mantra of the Liujia secret blessing spell. It is too powerful and will definitely hurt someone. He wants to use the fish-patterned talisman to scare the old man holding the human-faced drum and freeze him. The other party was captured again and questioned.
Hearing the two people shouting at the same time, he was very surprised. Why did the old ghost become one of his own? A strong, jet-black ghost energy rushed out from below, wrapping up the old man who looked back in confusion, and quickly rolled towards the canyon. Waves of ghostly howls of ebb and flow could be heard from the direction of the valley bottom, forming a unique resonance, as if to intimidate The foreign monk above.
Black light spread from the canyon to the foot of the mountain, quickly spreading in all directions, activating some kind of formation on the mountain.
"Wait a minute, I'm... Fu Quan!"
Chen Qingqiao flew over, shouted loudly, danced and gestured with several weird magic tricks. The black air falling to the bottom of the valley suddenly stopped. The old man with a vague face held a black drum in his hand and floated out of the black air. He looked up at Chen Qingqiao, who was slowly approaching, and suddenly asked in a strange language.
Chen Qingqiao stammered: "I...I have forgotten many past events...wait, let me think about it."
It had been too long since he had searched for the memory fragments he had forgotten. He didn't want the remnant soul's past life to affect his practice in this life. Apart from martial arts, magical powers and practice experiences, he rarely took the initiative to touch them. Before he advanced to the sixth level, The name and the black snare drum touched the strings in his heart to completely eliminate the remnants of the remnant soul, which made him inexplicably excited. This was the hometown of the remnant soul of his previous life.
Long-standing memory images flowed intermittently, and he fell into deep thought.
The old ghost named Mo Shu touched the black drum on the human face and waited quietly without disturbing the young Taoist priest who was more than a hundred feet away.
The black light that spread out more than ten miles away from the foot of the mountain stopped, and the howling of the ghosts at the bottom of the valley also stopped.
The phantom of You Mengchang appeared next to Guanzhu Zhang two miles away, and he transmitted a message: "That old ghost is the God of Shuling Mountain and the last protector of this secret realm, but he is not the one I know. I made a mistake. He was tricked by the old guy who pretended to be a pig and ate the tiger." He inferred a lot of useful information through what he observed and what the old ghost said. Zhang Wenfeng noticed that You Lao was in a much more relaxed mood, and asked via voice transmission: "Does Mo Shu know a way out?"
"As a protector, the old ghost is in charge of the Zhuyin Drum. He gathers all the dead souls and spends time creating a ghost realm. He is not just full of food. He is trying to find ways to benefit the creatures in this secret world. There is a very slim chance of reincarnation, and the merit in his body comes from this. He is a guy with great perseverance that is worthy of admiration."
It's rare for You Mengchang to say good things about a person, and he usually ignores, slanders, and criticizes them.
Complimenting Lu Zijin as Donkey Master is just teasing each other.
Zhang Wenfeng understood. You Lao wanted to join forces with the protector of this place and sent a message: "Guanzhu Chen's past life is related to this place, which is good news."
"Yes, it's an unexpected surprise. I just sent a message to Guanzhu Chen, asking him to find a way to win the trust of the old ghost. It will be beneficial to everyone to work together. The old ghost is very wary. For this place Thousands of dead souls, guarding against the changes in weapon spirits and murder, can do anything."
You Mengchang moved towards Lu Zijin and Guifeng, who were slowly flying behind, and motioned to the two demons to just watch the fun from a distance and not to come over and make the old ghost feel the pressure.
In extraordinary times, there is one more way and one more way to survive.
Chen Guanzhu, diagonally below, communicated with the old man using stumbling, weird language and gestures. After a long while, he raised his hands in the air to reassure the people watching, then extended his hand to invite him, talked and laughed with the old man, escaped into the black air, and went Went to the bottom of the deep valley.
"That's it!"
You Mengchang said with a smile.
