Chapter 44: Ghost Cicada

Style: Fantasy Author: The prosperous Tang Dynasty has no nightWords: 2388Update Time: 24/01/18 14:57:44
After all, someone has stepped on this road covered with dead leaves.

A flash of spiritual light suddenly flashed on Ding Wan's fingertips.

Wind-inducing technique.

As the aura on her fingertips outlined mysterious lines, which merged into Taoist techniques, a strong wind roared out, directly sweeping away all the dead branches and leaves along the path.

The road instantly became clean and tidy.

Pei Xihe frowned.

"This road looks obviously wide and flat, and it connects to the entrance of the village. It stands to reason that it wouldn't be so desolate even if there are a lot of pedestrians."

Jiao Shan was a bit more shrewd than Jiao Hai. He took a step forward and examined the surrounding environment with his eyes.

"It seems that no one has set foot here for a long time. After our investigation, Changle Village is a large village with a population of at least two thousand. It seems that this evil ghost has persecuted this village very deeply!"

Ding Wan followed suit.

"Now that everyone is closed, how can we communicate with these people?"

Her face froze slightly, and she was a little worried. Immortal masters could not harm mortals easily, and they could not use Taoism rashly, otherwise they would easily incur karmic debts in the future.

But in this case, if these people are extremely stubborn and close the door, there is nothing they can do.

They couldn't fully understand the situation of evil spirits here through the villagers' mouths, and they couldn't come up with comprehensive solutions.

"Sister Ding, don't worry. We have to ask the villagers here to see if they are willing to cooperate before making any plans. If they are willing to cooperate, then of course it is best. If not, we will make other plans."

Pei Xihe spoke with a smile. Her eyes were pure black, like obsidian, with a smile, and her face showed such a stunning posture that even Ding Wan, a woman, was a little obsessed with it.

"What a beauty." Ding Yuan thought to herself.

She raised her lips: "Then let's do what Junior Sister Pei said and go door to door and ask questions before we make a plan."

Jiaoshan and Jiaohai all nodded. In their current situation, this was the best way.

But suddenly.

A scream.

"ah!"

Pei Xihe's six senses were extraordinary and he frowned for a moment.

She and Ding Wan stared at each other.

"Chase!"

The three of them nodded, and the four of them flew towards the place of the screams in an instant.

In just half a breath, Pei Xihe's fingertips outlined spiritual patterns and attached them to his feet.

Ninth grade Taoism.

Ride the wind.

Her speed increased by a full 60%.

Ding Wan's eyes flashed with surprise, but the pair of boots under his feet emitted a light yellow aura. These were the ninth-grade special magic weapon, wind boots.

Jiaoshan and Jiaohai were bursting with spiritual energy. They were physically very good, and their speed alone was on par with Pei Xihe and Ding Yuan.

The four of them quickly rushed to the source of the sound.

But even though he was so quick and responsive, it was still a step too far.

"hiss."

"That's disgusting."

Ding Wan glanced at it and then looked away.

Jiao Shan and Jiao Hai also frowned, with a hint of disgust and disgust flashing in their eyes.

Pei Xihe also hated this scene.

It was a man, a dead man.

To be more precise, the appearance of death was extremely miserable and the whole body was extremely shriveled.

Pei Xihe did not move her eyes away like Ding Wan, she took a closer look.

"It should be a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties who has been drained of his blood and soul."

She looked at it for a moment and came to a conclusion.

Ding Yuan's eyebrows skipped a beat.

"Did we encounter a ghost that sucks human souls this time?"

Jiao Shan and Jiao Hai also frowned: "It should be fine."

Pei Xihe suddenly realized something was wrong.

She seemed to be about to take a step forward, but a flash of red flame suddenly appeared on her fingertips.

Blazing!

With the blessing of the Burning Sun Technique, a wisp of fire instantly turned into a raging flame!

"retreat!"

She snapped.

The other three people reacted sharply and immediately retreated.

A black shadow shot out from the mummy was blocked by the fire.

There was a crackling baking sound and a burning smell filled the tip of my nose.

The black shadow was burned by the flames and was completely trapped in the flames.

After burning for a while, Pei Xihe waved his right fingertip and the flame gradually extinguished.

After the flame was extinguished, a charred black char-like object fell to the ground.

Ding Wan was a little shocked.

"It's a cicada."

Jiao Hai narrowed his eyes, looking a little solemn.

"It's the ghost cicada."

The ghost cicada is a creature nourished by the ghost energy born from the evil ghost. It can be used as the hands and eyes of the evil ghost and has a certain amount of ghost energy and power.

"It seems that the evil ghosts in Ghost Shadow Village are not necessarily simple."

Pei Xihe spoke helplessly.

The fierce ghosts they are talking about can actually be called ghost cultivators, but they are just inferior ghost cultivators.

True ghost cultivation can be practiced in a living body, attracting spirits into the body and nourishing ghost power.

When it came time to form the elixir, what they formed was not a golden elixir, but a ghost elixir.

When ghost cultivation is complete, one person can control thousands of ghosts, and one person can be said to be invincible.

And what they faced were ghosts whose souls lingered on due to various chances and coincidences, submerged in reincarnation, and accumulated strength due to resentment.

They are divided into ordinary ghosts, red ghosts and ghost kings.

Once the Ghost King is born, his cultivation is comparable to that of Foundation Establishment and cannot be resisted by them.

"Although the ghost cicada has condensed, it should be a fierce ghost in red. If it is the ghost king, it can naturally capture and devour us directly."

Pei Xihe reassured that this was a fact. The sudden attack of the ghost cicada meant that the ghosts who raised it had noticed their aura and were full of malice towards them.

But he did not reveal his true form to kill and devour them.

It must be known that the blood, essence, body and soul of a monk must be tens of millions of times stronger than that of an ordinary mortal.

It is impossible for it not to covet their precious bodies, essence, blood and souls.

Therefore, it is definitely not the Ghost King behind this.

It should be a red-clothed fierce ghost who has condensed into a ghost cicada.

"How could such a powerful ghost be born in this village?"

Ding Yuan was very puzzled.

Pei Xihe's eyes seemed to have a bit of coldness.

"We will meet the villagers later and be more careful."

The three of them understood what she meant and nodded.

How was Li Gui born? Strong resentment before death.

Injustice and hatred distort the spontaneous dissipation of the soul, turning the soul into a ghost, and the mind becomes ignorant and fierce. The more unwilling it is, the more miserable it will be before death, and the more powerful the ghost it turns into will be.

And it was born in Changle Village and died here.

How? What role did the villagers play in this?

As a result, things become more complicated. The monks cannot kill randomly, otherwise they will feel burdened and become a mental obstacle in the future.

If there are evil deeds among the villagers that lead to the birth of evil spirits here, then they have to save the evil spirits. If the evil spirits have done many evil things before and are paranoid and twisted, they can directly kill them and beat them to pieces.

It is so easy for them to do a task. If they can cultivate immortality and cultivate their mind, they will not be affected by cause and effect.

The four of them understood what was going on and understood what to do next. They had a question mark in their minds about the villagers and were a little more wary.

Let's get rid of the clichés, understand the right and wrong twists and turns, and then make plans.