It was dark inside the big red sedan chair, but everyone had a creepy feeling that they were being targeted by something evil.
Everyone also discovered the bright red sedan chair.
I felt my hair standing on end, and the monks in front even took a few steps back.
Li Mu only felt an extremely cold breath going directly into his body, but the next moment, the Demon Dao Seed suddenly produced a suction force and directly swallowed up the cold breath.
【Ding! Absorb the evil spirit, growth progress +50]
Um?
Li Mu was slightly startled.
Tianmo Daozhong is really not picky about food.
Even this evil spirit can be absorbed.
He quietly took a step forward and stood in front of Su Ling'er.
【Ding! Absorb the evil spirit, growth progress +36]
Su Ling'er felt moved in her heart.
"Senior brother..."
Li Mu sent a message and said, "The things inside the sedan are not simple. Just hide behind me."
The monks present were all shocked by this cold gaze and were unable to move.
Qian Lao snorted coldly and shot out three bloody talismans from his sleeves.
Whoosh!
The bloody talisman shot away quickly.
Inside the big red sedan chair, a gloomy wind suddenly blew out and rolled up the three blood talismans.
boom!
The blood talisman exploded, shock waves swept in all directions, dead trees broke, and sand and rocks flew.
When the bloody fire light dissipated, the four fierce ghosts were already carrying the big red sedan chair and escaping into the gray mist.
"Want to run?"
Qian Lao thought, and the blood birds in the sky screamed and chased after him.
The huge burning wings flap continuously, dispersing the gray mist.
Four fierce ghosts carried the sedan chair and ran for several miles in the blink of an eye. They turned a corner and disappeared from everyone's sight.
At this time, the gray fog was blown away,
The scene in the valley was finally revealed to everyone.
The vegetation is dead and the rocks are jagged and eerie.
From time to time, you can see a ghostly face behind a dead tree or between rocks.
There are also many dry bones on the ground.
After casting the spell, Qian Lao's face became a little pale and his breath became a little weaker.
He took out three blood demon pills and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing them whole.
The pale face suddenly turned red.
He reminded: "Human skin lanterns can not only dispel the gray fog of evil spirits, but also have a restraining effect on evil spirits. Please try to keep your hands away from them."
Hearing this, the casual cultivators held the lanterns tighter.
"This Nascent Soul old monster is really cruel." Li Mu thought to himself that at this time, he was still thinking about the blood slaves.
The fat boy suddenly chuckled and asked, "Old man, what was in that big red sedan just now?"
Qianlao was a little unhappy, "I don't know either."
The sallow-faced man also spoke, his voice hoarse:
"The Blood Demon Sect used to clean up the ghosts here, mainly using the Blood Demon Sect's Golden Core cultivators, and only recruited a dozen or so casual cultivators at most. This time, the number of people recruited has doubled. Is there no reason?"
A casual cultivator next to him echoed: "Don't treat everyone as fools. If you offer such a high price, everyone knows there is something wrong with it. Although we use human spirit stones to eliminate disasters for others, we must also know what we are dealing with!" "
Another casual cultivator said: "Yes, just after entering the valley, a dozen people lost their lives, and what was in the big red sedan chair just now is definitely not something that we Jindan cultivators can deal with!"
"Yes, this Wangchuan Valley is the site of an ancient battlefield, and the ghosts produced are all transformed by the souls of ancient souls. How come there is a big red sedan chair on the battlefield?"
The casual cultivators were talking all over the place, none of them looking good.
A gloom flashed in Qian Lao's eyes.
Li Mu was wary.
These casual cultivators don't know yet, but two of them have been transformed into blood slaves, and three have been bribed by this old man.
The Blood Demon Sect has Elder Qian and six Golden Core cultivators, plus these five people. Once a sudden attack occurs, these casual cultivators will definitely not be able to resist.
Wu Sanjiu looked over with a questioning look.
Li Mu shook his head slightly, signaling him not to act rashly.
He approached Su Ling'er and quietly distanced himself from the others.
The evil look in Qian Lao's eyes disappeared and he bowed his hands to everyone.
"This is an old Taoist's private matter, and I didn't intend to talk about it."
"But if you insist on asking, it's hard for the Taoist to hide it. In that big red sedan chair is a good friend of the Taoist. The two of us were intimate, and after practicing cultivation, we became Taoist couples."
"Unexpectedly, an enemy came to visit me. When I saw that my life was in danger, I left her and ran away. I thought she had died in the hands of the enemy, but I didn't expect that she was still alive and became a ghost cultivator and came back to seek revenge on me. "
"She couldn't defeat me alone, so she summoned ghosts to attack the Blood Demon Sect. I had no choice but to come to this Wangchuan Valley to look for her."
After everyone heard this, they sighed and sighed.
"Fuck it, it's all because of a stinky bitch!"
"Ghost cultivators can control ghosts, so they are not easy to mess with."
"The Forgotten Valley has a strong sinister atmosphere and is full of ghosts and ghosts. It is completely our home. No wonder we have to recruit so many people."
The man with a sallow face asked: "What will happen after we find her?"
Qian Lao said fiercely: "Of course I will kill him!"
Then he looked at everyone, "Fellow Taoists, do you still have any questions?"
Everyone shook their heads, obviously convinced.
Qian Lao then said, "In that case, let's go find her right away."
Another blood talisman appeared in his hand, burning without flames and emitting white smoke.
The dark wind blew outward from the valley, but the smoke from the blood talisman floated into the valley, turning into a white smoke line and rushing deep into the valley.
"Fellow Taoists, please follow me!"
Qian Lao flew towards the valley.
Elder Wang, Wu Sanjiu and other Blood Demon Sect monks immediately followed.
The casual cultivators hesitated for a moment and quickly followed.
Li Mu and Su Ling'er each followed with their flying swords.
"A good friend? This old guy is really good at deceiving. It's not certain whether the person sitting in the big red sedan chair is a human or a ghost."
He followed the crowd, looking for the trace of smoke, and flew deep into the valley.
After a while, I suddenly felt a slight chill on my shoulders.
Then, a cold wind blew on his face.
Li Mu raised his eyebrows.
While flying, he used his true energy to condense a barrier to block the wind. Where did the coolness and cold wind come from?
Su Ling'er next to her suddenly exclaimed:
"Senior brother, there is someone lying on your back!"
people?
If someone is lying on my back, why can't I feel it?
If it's not a human being, what is it?
In Li Mu's golden elixir, the innate fire began to burn.
The ghost control talisman also appeared in the palm of his hand.
He rolled his eyes slightly and looked out of the corner of his eye.
He saw a pale grimace on his shoulder, and the two clusters of blush on his cheeks were as delicate as blood, which was extremely strange.
It’s actually a paper man!
Sensing that he had been discovered, the paper man's face pressed against Li Mu's ear:
"Good friends..."
Li Mu's scalp felt numb.
What's the wrong name for this damn thing? Why do you call it this?
really,
Hearing the words "good friends",
Su Ling'er was instantly furious, a Dao sword appeared in her hand, and she stabbed with the sword.
The surging sword intent turned into an extremely thick and dazzling rainbow light.
"Grass!"
Li Mu was startled and hurriedly condensed a true shield.
The paper man also felt the terrifying intent of the sword.
He patted Li Mu on the shoulder and tried to escape.
But it's too late.
The surging sword intent instantly swallowed it up.
