Hui Mountain is close to the outer mountains on the west side of the Yue Kingdom. There are wars, thieves, evil spirits, and ghosts all year round, so there are countless deaths, and the Yin Qi is particularly deep.
Qingcang is half a dragon's yang, suppressing all evils and not daring to approach. As soon as he leaves now, those guys will come.
Bai Yan walked into the heavy ghost mist. This yin mist illusion must be composed of many ghosts, otherwise it would not be able to gather such deep ghost energy to suppress the mountains.
Therefore, if you want to break the formation, go straight in and break into the center of the formation.
The other party is hiding gods and ghosts for one reason. There is no guarantee of defeating him, because even if a phantom array is set up, this place is still a dragon mountain.
Therefore, Bai Jun dared to go deep into the center of the illusion formation and move forward calmly.
He picked up the flute and blew it gently. The low and melodious sound of the flute spread into the mountains and forests, and he walked with a touch of melancholy flute music among the terrifying forests in the mountains.
"Woooooo~"
"Woooooo~"
"Woooooo~"
The sound of the flute spread farther and farther. There was a rustling sound in the peaceful and silent mountain forest, as if something was crawling. The sounds of babies crying one after another mixed into the sound of the flute, getting closer and closer.
Bai Jun closed his eyes and stepped into the sky, changing the tone with each step. The sounds of children crying at night seemed to have some kind of magic power, but they could not wrap around Bai Jun's hearing.
The most important thing about hallucination is to blind the five senses, such as mouth, ears, nose, eyes, touch, etc.
The cries of the babies around him became more and more urgent and fierce. One after another, blood-stained babies crawled out from among the leaves, bushes, in front of and behind them. They were all female babies, with eyes full of blood and resentment. They all turned and locked onto Xiang Baijun.
A one-eyed baby boy crawled and smiled strangely, appearing strange and terrifying amidst the cries of the babies.
He held his eyeball in one hand and rolled it in his hand. There was still blood in his eyeless eye socket, and he really crawled toward Bai Jun in a hobbled manner.
When he reached him, he made a strange, muddy and low sound, "Brother, I'm so hungry, we're so hungry."
As he spoke, his hands covered with blood and mud were about to grab the hem of Bai Jun's clothes.
Xiaoyin suddenly stopped, and Bai Jun opened his eyes, his golden vertical pupils shining brightly, "Kid, you can't dirty other people's clothes, you know?"
The baby boy was stunned for a moment, then continued: "Uncle, we are hungry, can we eat uncle?" As he spoke, he made a weird laugh, put another finger in his mouth, bit it, and said with a smile : "We're hungry!"
Hundreds of ghost babies all around said at the same time: "We are... hungry."
Bai Yan reached out and grabbed the male ghost baby's eyeballs, and said to himself: "You are hungry, what does it have to do with me? You are not my child?"
The male ghost baby became angry and said, "We are hungry and want to eat."
As he said that, he threw himself towards Bai Jun.
But at this moment, Bai Jun raised his sleeves and a small red snake jumped out. In an instant, it transformed from a foot long to a two foot long python. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the male ghost baby in one gulp.
Bai Jun chuckled and said, "It just so happens that my children are also hungry."
As he said that, he blew the long flute again, and big pythons suddenly crawled out from all around. They were all pythons full of blood, swallowing little devils in their mouths.
These little ghosts were so frightened that they ran away in panic, but there was no little ghost who did not become food to the sound of Bai Jun's flute.
Beside him, huge pythons were entangled and devouring them, and Bai Jun walked past them without getting stained with blood.
"Woo~"
"Woo~"
Two voices sounded at the same time, and a pale little girl led a little boy like a puppet, wearing a bright red floral dress, and walked towards them.
The little girl saw Bai Jun and asked sadly: "Uncle, have you seen my brother?"
Bai Jun stopped playing the flute again. He didn't care about the title uncle or anything else.
Spreading his hands, a strange eye was in his palm.
"Are you talking about the owner of this eyeball?"
"Wow! 伱... give me back my brother!" the little daughter cried, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down her pale face, which looked very strange.
Bai Jun stretched out a hand, and the little girl stepped back instantly.
"Aren't you looking for your brother? I will take you to see him."
A faint smile, a moon-white gown, and a handsome face full of kindness.
The little girl's face couldn't hold back, her face fell off, her face was covered in blood and flesh, and she let out a howl like a beast and a ghost. Her fingers turned into sharp ten-fingered ghost claws, which could dig into people's hearts.
The little puppet-like devil also moved.
He raised his hand and grabbed his eyes.
Suddenly, one of Bai Jin's arms unconsciously lifted up and slowly reached towards his eyes.
The little female ghost instantly appeared next to Bai Jun and thrust a claw into his heart, but what was in front of her turned out to be a phantom body.
At this time, Bai Jun's figure flashed out from behind the little girl, tapping the back of her head with a long flute, "Uncle is here."
The little girl quickly moved to sweep behind her again, but missed again.
The puppet kid scanned for a long time, but could not find Bai Jun.
If outsiders are present, they will find a horrific scene.
There was a small snake crawling on the eye frames of the little girl and the puppet kid, covering their eyes.
Bai Yan ignored the two still little ghosts and walked straight into the depths of the Yin Ming mist.
"Hoo~"
"Hoo~"
The strong wind and mist blew Bai Jun's clothes in the dark night, but they could not stop him from moving forward.
The boundless mist gradually gathered into arms that stretched out one after another, struggling and roaring to grab Bai Jun. With resentment, unwillingness, and anger, they wanted to grab Bai Jun and drag him down to the endless hell.
Bai Jun held the flute behind his back, and his golden pupils flashed suddenly. Suddenly, the world became silent, and all the sinking hands were frozen. He walked quietly and calmly through the forest-like paws.
After passing through countless sinking hands, what is in front of me is a coffin.
Except for the coffin, there is nothing else.
Bai Jun chuckled, "Interesting."
He touched it with the end of his flute, and the wooden lid of the coffin opened. Bai Jun's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a person lying inside.
It's him!
Bai Jin in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes met each other, sinking.
Bai Jun returned to the beginning of the journey, playing the flute as he moved forward, and encountered more than a hundred imps blocking his way.
Then the little girl and the puppet imp blocked the road again, and finally walked past the hand of perdition and opened the coffin again.
The cycle repeats over and over again, like a shadow puppet show, performed one after another.
In the Valley of the Snake King, the yin energy was extremely strong. A female ghost walked out of the mist, followed by three curious little ghosts.
"Mom, how long do you think that demon will be lost for?" This is the little female ghost.
The little male ghost holding a hand beside him, but with no eyeballs in his hand, smiled evilly: "Then who knows?"
The ghost mother smiled coquettishly on her pale and soft face, "How can a little snake that has been practicing for more than three hundred years escape the hands of us ladies?
Go and search quickly, take away any good treasures in this valley, take them back to the Gu Lord, and maybe exchange them for some blood food to improve your cultivation! "
The three little ghosts immediately started searching everywhere in the valley.
The Ghost Mother looked around the valley and found nothing, so she stood still on the boulder and waited.
At this time, she was bored and glanced at the fallen willow leaves. Her expression changed. She spread her palms and saw clearly that the willow leaves in her palms had no lines or veins!
The ghost mother's expression suddenly changed, "No, cry, complain, hate, come back quickly!"
"Ta~"
The valley fell into silence, and a figure walked out from behind the Ghost Mother. She chuckled and said, "How many people can be satisfied with my Snake King Valley?"
The ghost mother suddenly turned around and her pupils shrank, "How could you possibly break my Yin Ming Reincarnation Formation?"
Bai Jun twirled the long flute and raised his arm. The jade flute pointed to the sky and the sun was rising over the Golden Mountain.
The surrounding mist receded one after another, and the Snake King Valley also shattered like a water curtain mirror.
Bai Jun was still standing in front of the coffin, but there was no one in the coffin. The countless complicated formations on the ground were carved with the blood of people who lived in Yin Nian Yin Sun Yin Shi.
The three little devils were exposed to the sun and screamed in agony, turning into a ball of black energy and rushing towards the coffin.
"Bang~"
Bai Jin pushed gently and closed the coffin.
"Ah~ Damn it. Mom, help me!"
"I'm going to kill you~"
The three little ghosts screamed and howled, unable to get into the coffin, so they could only rush towards the ghost mother and burrow into her belly.
The ghost mother's belly suddenly swelled, twice as big as that of a woman who had been pregnant for ten months. Purple stripes appeared on her belly. A ferocious and painful expression appeared on her soft face, and she let out a roar.
The smile on Bai Jun's face gradually disappeared, looking straight at the other person like a snake indifferently, then he waved his hand, and under the bright sun, the true sunglasses shot out thousands of golden lights to block the ghost mother.
The ghost mother cursed coldly: "You evil beast, a snake demon, dare to surrender to me?"
She was filled with gloomy resentment rising into the sky, and the resentment ghosts in the middle realm had condensed into entities. Although she still didn't like the sun, she could walk in the sun for a while.
Bai Jun looked at Zhenyang Mirror and couldn't hold it for a while, so he pinned the long flute to his waist, took out a string of sandalwood beads from his sleeve, picked up the beads one by one, and recited Buddhist scriptures , "The Mahaparinirvana Sutra".
The sound of Buddhist scriptures was recited by him with the divine power of incense and fire, which naturally contained the magical power of gods and Buddhas. It was upright and bright, could eliminate all evils, and ward off all ghosts.
The ghost mother screamed in shock, "You are a snake demon, how can you recite Buddhist scriptures?"
But Bai Yan didn't answer her. Buddhist sutras were spread, saying that Bodhi in the Buddha can dispel ghosts and evil spirits, and the Dharma in the heart can suppress resentment. He has been reciting the Mahaparinirvana Sutra for more than three hundred years, and the Buddha's thoughts gradually emerged. Even if it is not the rebirth mantra, those great mantras that are designed to defeat evil spirits are already very scary to ghosts.
After reciting it once, the ghost mother had been dispersed by the True Sun Mirror and Buddhist scriptures, and she was dying.
Bai Jun stopped and said, "Mother Ghost, you have done a lot of harm to people, and that's how it should be. However, I thought about the suffering of your three children, so I will spare your life. I will wait until the three ghosts get rid of their grievances." Send them to the City God's Yin Division to be reincarnated.
As for you, just wait for the trial of the underworld. "
"Why? Why?" The Ghost Mother roared: "Why did I end up like this despite being tortured and humiliated?"
Bai Jun said calmly: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. In order to fight for favor during your lifetime, you did not hesitate to search for pregnant women from poor families, take the placenta for food, feed on other people's children, and falsely support your own children.
Even if the Gu Master of the Seven Gu Sect didn't seek you out to plant Gu, you would still have a miserable fate in this life. "
The ghost mother exclaimed: "How do you know this?"
Bai Jun didn't intend to answer, so he picked up the gourd from his waist, collected the ghost mother, and put a sandalwood skewer on the gourd.
This sandalwood bracelet has been with him for more than a hundred years. It has gradually acquired Buddha nature and can suppress ghosts and ghosts.
Looking at the bloodstains on the ground and the bones buried in various places in the mountain, he shook his head and swept away the clear wind from the sky with a flick of his sleeves. It swept horizontally in all directions. The ghosts and ghosts in the mountain receded one after another, and the sunshine in the sky became warm and bright again.
This Yinming Ghost Formation is indeed powerful, but it should not be placed in his divine domain and specialize in illusions.
Bai Jun has been following Hu Qiniang for a long time. Although he can't compare with her magical illusion skills, he has the whole mind to dream with him.
No matter how powerful Hu Qiniang's illusion skills are, she can only use her own body to create illusions.
As the god of the Hidden Mountain, Bai Jun can use the power of heaven and earth to create illusions, which makes up for his lack of subtle illusions.
That eyeball is the key.
Taking that eyeball, the four of them, mother and son, could blind the eyes of three little devils.
The spirit of the mountain can also use this eyeball to lock onto the ghost mother.
The ghost mother thought that he had fallen into the reincarnation of the illusion array, but in fact it was just that they had fallen into his illusion.
The sound of the flute lingers around the mountains and rivers, disturbing the ears and penetrating everywhere.
Mountain spirits surround the underworld, and there are mountains and rivers that are confusing to the eyes, and everything is illusive.
The mountain wind blows around thousands of times and touches you thousands of times. No feeling, no chaos.
Bai Yan picked up the gourd and remembered that he seemed to have said that he was the safest in the mountains.
Outside the mountain, the amulet in Daheng's hand turned into ashes. The sun in the mountain illuminated and dispersed the ghostly fog, and the warmth of the world returned to Daheng's body.
He looked at the amulet that turned into ashes, bowed towards the mountain, and said thanks: "Thank you, Liu Xian, for your blessing! Thank you, Liu Xian, for your blessing."
As he was worshiping, he suddenly felt another tap on his shoulder.
In an instant, Daheng's heart was in his throat. He turned back slowly and stiffly and found Yu Sheng standing behind him covered in blood.
"Ah~ help! Help! Liu Xian, help!"
Daheng yelled crazily and ran away. After running for a long time, he looked back and found that Yu Sheng had fallen to the ground.
He took a closer look and saw that the fish had a shadow.
It's a person, it's a person!
Daheng patted his chest and hurriedly ran over to help the other person up.
…
In the distance, under the big locust tree, the man in blood-stained cloth said coldly: "What a waste! I wasted decades of hard work! Not even any useful news has been spread. It seems that there is still something weird in this mountain. .
Those weird things from ten thousand years ago should not be underestimated. That's all, let's wait until the Jin Kingdom is captured before exploring Mount Hui. "
The man in blood clothes thought of something and was a little worried about the mystery of these mountains, so he gave up.
He reached out and took out a small wooden box. When he opened the wooden box, small insects flew out and crawled into the graves.
Soon, something seemed to wake up in these hundreds of mounds, turning over the soil, and little people climbed out stiffly from the mounds.
"Since the ghost mother is dead, you little guys can turn into zombies. Hehe, this is the first time that zombies are made of zombies."
From now on, I will update at about six or seven in the morning. I will fall asleep right after I get home from work at night and write a hundred words. I have to get up early to type. You don’t have to wait any longer at night. Sorry!
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