Outside the Yincao Jiangbei Branch, the old security guard who had been guarding the place for nearly a hundred years was walking with his coffin on his back, carrying the coming disaster far away.
This is the last time he will protect this precinct.
The four great masters followed closely, their eyes showing complexity and solemnity.
The breakthrough of the last ghost cultivator in the world has undoubtedly attracted the attention of all parties. Some people want to prevent such a powerful being from appearing in Kyushu, some are staring at the evil corpse after his failure, and some have unknown purposes...
All parties gathered.
This is a chaos destined to end in blood.
The old man seemed to understand this. He carried his coffin on his back and was unwilling to bring any trouble to this place. He walked little by little towards the outside of the city and took this "chaos" away from the city.
His old body was a little rickety, and every step was extremely difficult.
After the soul-suppressing coffin was moved, its suppressive power was reduced by half.
There was a strange noise in the coffin.
Uncle Wei's waist was also bent more and more, and every step he took left a deep footprint.
Several Grand Masters were unable to help.
The battle between the evil corpse and the old man has begun at this moment. Life or death is not something they can interfere with.
All they can do is stay on the left and right and eliminate all external factors!
At four o'clock in the morning, the streets were empty and cold. The street lights suddenly began to flicker on and off, and then went out completely. Under the shadows, figures in black fur appeared silently.
"Send it to Uncle Wei!"
"Send it to Uncle Wei!"
"..."
The old man carried the coffin on his back and walked forward step by step. A man named Yincha roared in sorrow and joined the team.
Someone spontaneously lit the longevity lamp. It has no special function and is just a prayer.
Someone threw yellow and white money and paper to clear the way, asking the Yin soldiers to intervene and let the old man live.
The old man was carrying the coffin and smiled helplessly when he saw this.
"A bunch of brats, this is the etiquette of sending someone to death. Do you really want to send me away, old man?"
"That's appropriate."
He was thoughtful, stepped on the yellow and white paper money, and his steps became much brisker.
After a few steps, Uncle Wei continued to move forward, but the expression on his face was already dark and unreadable.
"Master... or captain?"
In his impression, these two people were the only ones related to him who could do such a thing, even though technically they were both dead long ago.
Because these yellow and white paper money are all produced in restricted areas!
Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such help in overcoming the tribulation, and the suppressive power on his body would be relieved by less than half.
It is almost impossible for the King of Chujiang to obtain so many forbidden items.
Uncle Wei raised his eyes and looked around.
The bleak autumn wind blew by, and there was no one else on the street.
"Alas~"
In the end, he sighed deeply and could only attribute it to his own misjudgment.
There is a high probability that this is a method that King Chu Jiang prepared for himself at a great cost.
On the street at around four o'clock in the morning, a team of Yin soldiers passed by, and the atmosphere was filled with chills, as if they were a group of veterans who were ready to fight a fatal battle!
Every time Luo Ji took a step, an invisible sound wave would sweep hundreds or thousands of meters away. Ordinary people who heard this sound would fall into a deeper slumber.
The streets were deserted.
The old man carrying the coffin looked determined and kept moving forward.
Yellow paper opens the way to worship heaven and god;
The soul hangs from the green lantern, and people live and die!
When the team reached the outskirts, a thin layer of mist appeared around them, and waves of resentful wailing came from outside the city. It seemed that some monster had been waiting there.
Uncle Wei's face was pale at the moment, and his spine was almost deformed due to the pressure. Every time he took a step, he had to pause for a while, and his steps became increasingly difficult.
The weight of the soul coffin is not just a matter of words.
What's more, the evil corpse inside is still making trouble, and all kinds of horrifying scratching, crying, wailing, and banging are making the coffin even heavier.
One by one, the talismans attached to it fell off automatically and turned into ashes.
The evil corpse has completely awakened, and it is more powerful than ever before.
King, cannot be suppressed!
When the team walked onto the road outside the city, the time had already reached nine or ten o'clock, but the sky still remained near dawn.
A large amount of gray-white fog shrouded the surroundings, and there seemed to be strange shadows dancing in the fog.
Their movements are stiff and their limb joints are very inflexible. They jump, jump, jump, jump, jump...
This is an ancient sacrificial dance. Sometimes it appears with bowed legs, and the hands are like hugging a big watermelon. Sometimes it stands on one leg, with one hand in front of the other, like a big goose, and sometimes it spins in a funny circle...
It looks full of comedy.
But no one there smiled, and everyone became serious.
The dance movements of these "puppet" are becoming more and more weird, as if they are imprinted in everyone's mind. Even if they turn their heads and don't look at it, they can't help but think about it.
Each action scene becomes more profound.
It seems to penetrate into the soul.
Until the end.
The hands and feet of a sinister man were no longer under control, and he danced the same dance, striding towards the depths of the thick fog.
No matter how the companion ghosts in their bodies roar or howl, it will be of no use!
"Snapped"
A crisp snap of fingers.
All the dancing movements came to a halt and froze in place.
Among the crowd, a figure wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a slight smile walked out. Every time he took a step, thousands of overlapping footsteps sounded at the same time.
It seemed like there were countless lives beneath his feet!
"Yin Cao, Luo Ji, learn from me."
As soon as the words fell, the dolls in the depths of the fog exploded with a bang, their heads and limbs flying everywhere.
And a dull Yin Zai also returned to normal at this moment.
"Keep going!"
Sun Zhengwen shouted in a deep voice.
In the mist, the terrifying sounds of fighting at the Grand Master level could be heard.
Not far away, there was a village next to the road. One villager after another was hanged on the roof. They all stared at the road with their eyes wide open.
The strange thing is that they have not turned into ghosts, but they give people a creepy feeling, as if they are still alive!
After getting closer.
Some figures can be vaguely seen floating in the mist.
There are resentments, evil spirits, fierce ghosts, and bloody clothes.
Hundreds of them were sneaking around, vaguely standing in some ancient formation.
A terrifying cold evil aura suddenly began to permeate the air, dyeing the white mist bit by bit into dark red, and attacked the team with a heart-stopping aura.
Wherever it passes, vegetation dies.
Even the earth was covered with a layer of gray decay.
Sun Zhengwen frowned and came in front of everyone, seeming to be very afraid of these evil spirits.
"Corpse, resentment, evil ghost, fierce ghost, bloody clothes..."
Daoxuan took a step forward, clasped his fingers to calculate, and murmured: "The Five Soul Chaotic Evil Formation, such a sinister and evil formation, has been passed down. I will clean up the door for my Taoist alliance!"
A cold murderous intent appeared on his face, he pinched a talisman, drew it in the air with his hand, and a virtual talisman half a meter long and as wide as a human face appeared, blasting into the depths of the mist.
Then look in a direction.
"Old Sun, I'm going to behead the villain, and let you guys attack from here, all the way to the east, don't look back, kill the ghosts you see, and then you can break the formation!"
Sun Zhengwen looked around and nodded: "All the underworld agents obey the order and kill!"
Led by Jiang Yi, the leader of the third group, a group of people fought their way out.
They rushed in from the direction mentioned by Daoxuan, and those evil spirits that even the great master was afraid of took the initiative to make way.
If this is the formation, you have to leave a living door behind.
Otherwise, if the formation is powerful enough to a certain extent, the person who casts the formation will be trapped in it.
Daoxuan, who is usually slovenly and slovenly, has the ability to see through the opponent's formation at a glance, and he seems to have a way to freeze the opponent's formation and prevent the opponent's formation from changing.
This is completely overwhelming in terms of understanding of formation.
When he rushed into the depths of the fog, an incredible sound came from there.
Jiang Chen glanced at the group of ghosts in the mist, lit several cigarettes, suppressed his inner impulse, and did not take action for the time being.
Because he understands.
It's too early.
It's not time to take action himself.
The opponent's trump card has not yet been revealed, so naturally one's side has to keep a trump card.
"Oh, Lao Wei, I broke my vows for you, an old boy. I gave up everything I wanted. You will have to pay me one million points later."
