Upon hearing what Elder Qian said, the casual cultivators were all overjoyed.
Elder Wang opened his mouth, but he did not dare to refute the only Nascent Soul boss of the Blood Demon Sect. He could only mutter a few complaints.
One by one, lanterns flew out of the storage ring.
The casual cultivators immediately stepped forward and took out lanterns to check.
Li Mu stepped forward, quietly attached the true essence to the palm of his hand, and picked up the lantern.
The moment he touched the pole, he felt something impacting the true energy barrier in his palm.
There is indeed something wrong with this thing.
Li Mu became more vigilant, picked up another human skin lantern, quietly attached a simple layer of true energy barrier to the pole, and handed it to Su Ling'er next to him.
Su Ling'er curiously took the lantern and was slightly startled. After seeing Li Mu's eyes, she understood something in her heart and looked at it carefully.
The lantern is made from stretched and dried scalp.
You can still vaguely see the facial features.
Instead of a wick, the lantern contained four moths with glowing bellies.
The moth flapped its wings and kept hitting the human skin lantern, making a fluttering sound.
"My lord, beware."
Wu Sanjiu's voice suddenly sounded in the transmission note.
"These moths are transformed from incomplete souls."
"Every moth lacks a soul or soul."
"Master, hold the lantern, and these moths will absorb your corresponding soul."
Li Mu was slightly shocked when he heard this.
But there was an expression of joy on his face that he had taken advantage of him.
Evil cultivators have many methods, and not all of the Blood Demon Sect practices Blood Demon Kung Fu.
This Elder Wang should be taking the path of soul refining.
The so-called soul refining is to refine the soul into various Horcruxes.
It can be used to enhance one's own strength or to defeat the enemy.
The souls that can be refined are not limited to humans, but also demons and ghosts can be refined.
These glowing moths in the human skin lantern should be the Horcruxes refined by Elder Wang.
"Humans have three souls and seven souls. If one of them is missing, it will cause damage."
"Not to mention, there are four moths in each lantern."
"The Blood Demon Sect wants to take advantage of the lack of souls of these casual cultivators and refine them into blood slaves."
"It's really a good idea."
Li Mu gathered his thoughts and glanced around.
None of these casual cultivators seemed to notice anything strange about the human skin lantern.
Everyone looked happy.
"It's better to be generous!"
"I wonder how many spiritual stones it would take to borrow this lantern?"
"This lantern seems to be made of human skin, right? Tsk, tsk, tsk, the Blood Demon Sect is really good at it."
The casual cultivators were talking a lot.
In the crowd, the old monster Chi Yan was holding a lantern, his brows suddenly frowned, but he didn't say anything.
The man with a sallow complexion also took a human skin lantern, as if he didn't feel anything strange, and just followed the crowd.
He was taciturn and never said a few words from beginning to end.
Mixed among more than twenty casual cultivators, he had no sense of presence at all.
The eight-year-old child cheered and jumped up and down with a lantern, looking as happy as if he had got a new toy.
The "Grandpa" whom he had made into a puppet was carrying a strange jar on his back. He didn't know what was inside, but his waist was somewhat bent.
For Jindan monks, storage instruments are not expensive.
This jar can be placed in a storage bag or storage ring.
But he chose to carry it on his back.
I don't know if this fat grandson is deliberately torturing him, or if there are other reasons.
As for the meditation, he was holding the alms bowl in his left hand and a lantern in his right hand. As if he noticed something, he suddenly turned his head to look.
His eyes met Li Mu's.
Li Mu nodded slightly.
The Zen monk was stunned for a moment and didn't respond. He just turned his head and continued to move forward.
Entering the valley, the fog became thicker and thicker, obstructing the view.
Even if the true essence is attached to the eyes, they can only see a hundred feet away.
Fortunately, the gray fog was somewhat dispersed by the light of the human skin lantern, so that everyone did not have to be distracted from dealing with these evil spirits.
Li Mu took Su Linger, quietly slowed down, and walked toward the back of the crowd.
More than thirty lanterns moved intermittently in the gray fog.
Li Mu suddenly glanced at something from the corner of his eyes and paused slightly.
A pale white face poked out from behind a dead old tree in front of him. He glanced at the crowd and then hurriedly retreated.
Many monks also saw that face.
Suddenly a stream of light flew out and shot toward the old tree like lightning.
It was a flying sword, and the sword energy exploded. With a bang, the dead old tree turned into fragments, and sawdust flew everywhere, but the man's face was nowhere to be seen.
"You can run fast."
The monk took back his flying sword and said something bitterly.
Qian Lao frowned and said nothing. He just walked at the front and led everyone forward.
After walking for about a stick of incense, the surrounding gray fog became thicker and thicker.
Behind the crowd, there was gradually a rustling sound.
It seemed like someone was following behind.
There were no living things in the valley and it was very quiet.
So the rustling sound is very obvious.
Everyone cheered up, and their muscles gradually tightened.
The rustling sound became more and more obvious, getting closer and closer, and also circled around from behind, as if to surround the crowd in the middle.
Li Mu was walking when Su Ling'er suddenly asked:
"Brother, why do I feel like someone is calling my name?"
Li Mu raised his eyebrows and replied via voice transmission: "No one here knows your name except me."
Su Linger moved closer to Li Mu and looked around cautiously.
However, the gray fog was so thick that the human skin lantern could only dissipate it within a distance of two to three feet. Even further away, shrouded in the fog, one could only vaguely see the outlines of some shadows, and it was unclear whether they were trees or strange rocks.
"Li...Li Mu..."
A voice suddenly sounded in Li Mu's ears.
"Mu'er, we're here for dinner. Today we stewed lotus root and pork ribs."
It was a man's voice, familiar yet unfamiliar.
Memories emerge.
The face of the fat shopkeeper of the medicine shop in Surabaya City appeared in Li Mu's mind.
Li Mu subconsciously took a step forward.
But in an instant, he reacted.
The fat shopkeeper has been killed by him.
"Mu'er, come quickly, there are meatballs you like to eat."
Li Mu concentrated his attention, put the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and ran the Qingshen Jue.
The voice of the fat shopkeeper of the drug store became angry.
"You white-eyed wolf! I have raised you for half a year and provided you with good food and drink...I don't want to save your adopted mother...you have no conscience...you kill my whole family..."
Qing Shen Jue continues to operate.
The fat shopkeeper's voice quickly dimmed, blurred, and finally disappeared.
At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly called back.
"Master, is it you, Master?"
The one who spoke was none other than the casual cultivator who used his flying sword to "explode trees".
He asked, threw away the lantern, and walked into the gray fog.
"Old Immortal, do you really want to accept me as your disciple?"
"Haha, my disciple, I will serve you tea right now."
The casual cultivator stopped in front of a shadow, knelt on the ground, and stabbed a hole in his chest with his sword. Blood spurted out. He quickly caught the hot blood with his hands and raised it above his head.
The blood on my chest is still spurting out.
But this casual cultivator seemed to feel no pain, with a strange smile on his face:
"Master, please have some tea!"
