Mo Shu is also a sophisticated person who has been tempered for a long time and has extremely quick reactions.
He immediately guessed that the weapon spirit used previous natural disasters to cause mortal casualties and mixed the dead souls of the female cadres who had made the mark into the ghost realm of the canyon. As Guanzhu Zhang took the new dead souls into the soul-suppressing hall, the weapon spirit could not detect the mark. exists, and attacks blackmail in advance.
With a sneer, Mo Shu shouted: "Do you want any treasures now? There are thousands of lives to be saved. At worst, we can break up and collapse this secret realm of death and death. With the help of the candle yin drum, Mo can No matter how many you save, do you have the ability to escape from the Wanzhuan Corridor?"
If you don't show some barefoot hooligan spirit, you won't be able to calm the already suspicious Qi Ling.
Lu Zijin, who heard the message from Old Man You, pouted the grass stems in his mouth and said lazily: "With the help of my boss's small heaven and earth weapon, we can join hands with Old Man Mo to break through the secret realm, collapse the power of heaven, and return to the human world." It's probably 70% to 80%, so boy Wanlan, you can't threaten us. You know very well that we want to get more souls out, so if we're in a hurry, we'll just run away for our own lives, and we'll keep it for you to fight with the bamboo basket. All water is gone."
The shadow in the sky was suddenly speechless.
He has known this sentence for a long time.
He had seen how powerful the small heaven and earth weapon in the hands of the human Taoist priest was in the Wanzhuan Corridor.
It was precisely because the Taoist priest could not deal with the powerful weapons of the small world, and the Taoist priest and the old man Mengmei teamed up to pose a great threat to him. They searched for him over and over again in the Wanzhuan Corridor. If he found his weakness and wreaked havoc, he would not be able to bear it, so he put a few human beings together. Tongtong was exiled into the secret realm, and now that I think about it, Qi Ling feels a little regretful.
It would take him nearly twenty years to complete the plan for the carp's soul without knowing it. He was imprisoned in the Wanzhuan Corridor and forced hard to stimulate the little carp's desire to resist and fight to the death. If he did not fall into a deep sleep, it would be more gain than gain. .
There is an old saying in human beings, "Be born in sorrow and die in happiness." This is the truth. "Hmph, I'm leaving Wan's words here. If you don't give me a fragment of the Origin Luck Bead today, it will be too much."
The weapon spirit phantom thought about it and tried hard, but settled for the next best thing, just a piece of it first. There is a fragment of the origin bead, and he can absorb the luck from it to speed up the completion of the soul attachment to the little carp. Everything is for the purpose of breaking free from the constraints and living.
Mo Shu pondered for a moment and slowly shook his head: "After one year, Mo can give you a fragment first."
Weapon Spirit Xuying disagreed and said: "No, you can take it out now..."
Lu Zijin burst out with a bolt of lightning and struck it with a loud bang, scattering the shadow of the weapon spirit. He jumped on his feet and cursed: "You kid is just trying to push the envelope, isn't it? Mr. Mo said that one year later, why are you still here?" ? I really think Mr. Donkey will be so arrogant to you as a coward. No matter how verbose and unclear he is, I won’t even give you a piece of it. You can give me whatever you want, and Mr. Donkey will take care of everything.”
Encountering such an irritable and reckless monster, the weapon spirit remained silent for a long time. After careful consideration, it finally turned into a cold snort.
"In one year, I will get a fragment of the Origin Luck Bead."
"Can."
Mo Shu agreed coldly, turned around and escaped into the depths of the canyon, no longer talking nonsense with the weapon spirit. It would also be a good thing to have an extra year to prepare.
Even if he abandoned all the mortal lives on the mountain and collected them as dead souls, he would not be dissatisfied.
Seeing You Mengchang at the bottom of the canyon, the two communicated for a while, and then split up. Mo Shu used the mountain god's method to inform all the low-level monks on the mountain, and half a year later, they started preparing dry food. You Mengchang penetrated into the boundary between the small world and the earth, spread the black sand on the rocks, silently calculated the complicated changes in the heavens, and waited for the viewer who had closed his eyes in front of the bronze lamp to wake up.
For more than an hour every day, the main body of the meditator can be awake.
After a long while, when the viewer opened his eyes, You Mengchang briefly recounted what happened today and asked: "Master, what happened to the 'Bridge of Rebirth' you conceived?"
"It's barely usable. If you give me another half a year, there should be no problem."
Zhang Wenfeng slowly stood up. Mortals are not as good as ghosts in cultivating dead souls, nor are they monks. Moreover, there are hundreds of thousands of them. He must build a "Bridge of Rebirth" that can connect the inside and outside of the Soul Suppressing Hall for mortals to step on the magical soul. Virtual bridge, enter the little ghost realm.
He is proficient in Taoist magic, ghost tactics, and talisman-making skills. After several attempts, he found the right way.
"Master, time is tight, so we can't waste too much, let alone force ourselves. We have done our best to take all the souls out of the outside world. We have done our best to benevolent and righteous."
You Mengchang advised.
Zhang Wenfeng stretched his arms and body and said with a smile: "I know what I'm doing and I won't act recklessly." Chang You Meng knew the temperament of the contemporary master, so he stopped persuading him and asked the contemporary master to take him into the soul-suppressing hall. When a few of the dead souls who had been marked by weapon spirits were found and brought to his door, his eyes turned green like a hungry wolf smelling the smell of blood.
That weapon spirit was clever but was misled by its cleverness, leaving such a clue to him, an "amateur warlock".
On the hillside, Xiao Ni'er flew up and looked at the thick black man who was laughing innocently. He stretched out his small hand and patted the giant man's shoulder gently. He said in an old-fashioned way: "As expected of my junior brother, he vented his anger for me. That weapon The spirit boy deserves a beating..."
Lu Zijin stretched out his hand to lift the head of the sleeping eldest sister, and turned around and called: "Old Turtle, Old Turtle." Turtle suddenly appeared, and hurriedly put King Carp, who was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, into the bottle, and talked with him. Lu Zijin looked at each other and saw the worry in the other's eyes, but no one said it out loud. Carp King spends more and more time sleeping.
More than half a year has passed quickly.
The crops and most of the vegetables in the fields at the foot of the mountain were harvested. It took a few days to prepare enough dry food to fill the stomachs of 120,000 mortals for a month, and all the various pots and jars filled with water were filled with clean water.
Late that night, a faint black mist overflowed from all parts of Shuling Mountain. In just half a quarter of an hour, the thick fog covered the entire mountain range, as if covered with a thick black cloth.
Mortals dragged their families with their families, carrying bags and jars on their shoulders, and walked out from various cottages and caves. Under the leadership of the monks, with the help of the flickering green light, groups of people followed the mountain trails toward the northwest canyon. Go.
A group of mortals who were close by had already stepped onto a five-foot-wide bridge filled with black air at the urging of the monks. There were low and vague guardrails. The bridge deck was still somewhat flexible when they stepped on it. They were all frightened. Went into a bottomless canyon.
Mo Shu held a small black drum in his hand and floated above the canyon with four tightly wrapped mountain gods. "Asshole, how dare you lie to me!"
The angry roar of Qi Ling came from the air: "Without my consent, no one can leave peacefully. I will destroy this place."
There was a dull shaking sound in the distance, and then the wind picked up.
Mo Shu hid in the black air and shouted: "Fellow Taoist Wan Lan misunderstood. We raised the mountain protection formation to perform rituals for several mountain gods to fall into the ghost realm. We were worried about being disturbed. We did not inform you in advance. I'm sorry."
"Then you open the formation and let me take a look?"
How could Qi Ling believe it? The noise in the distance was getting louder and louder, and he felt inexplicably agitated.
Mo Shu said in a deep voice: "Open the formation tomorrow morning. Just take a look, fellow Taoist, the ceremony has begun and cannot be interrupted." He added: "I will give you a fragment of the Origin Bead tomorrow morning as compensation. Is that all right? "
Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he used words to delay as much time as possible.
Qi Ling thought for a moment and shouted: "You must have a conspiracy, open the big formation now, otherwise I won't be polite."
Cracks began to appear in the ground at the foot of the mountain.
