Accompanied by the screams of countless ghosts and gods, everyone present was frightened. The air began to be filled with the smell of burning incense candles and ingots. Coupled with the sounds of mourning and crying, it seemed that something behind the thick fog was unknown. It goes without saying that some timid monks have collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
"Hundred...hundred ghosts walking at night..." A monk with gray hair wearing a cloak said with trembling teeth and trembling teeth.
"What is the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts?" A young monk next to him asked in confusion.
"That...that...that...is..." But the gray-haired monk was so frightened that he couldn't even finish a sentence.
"How could it be Hyakki Yakō? Don't talk nonsense!" Another woman had obviously heard this word and quickly stood up to interrupt.
"No...no...no...ah!" The gray-haired monk suddenly tore open his cloak and clothes like a madman, and everyone exclaimed "Ah!" because this man The face was too ferocious, as if it had been torn apart by some kind of sharp claws. There were three deep scratches from the left eye to the right lip. The left eyeball had disappeared, leaving only a hollow eye socket.
His body was even more miserable, like the marks of being burned by fire, and it seemed like it was broken into a pile of rotten flesh and then sewn up carefully. I really don't know what he has experienced, and I don't know how he survived.
"That's it...haha! It's coming! Haha! Ah!"
The gray-haired monk roared, suddenly pulled out the long knife from his waist, and slit his own throat in full view of everyone! His eyes widened and he made a strangled "gurgling" sound, and finally fell to the ground with a "pop" and died.
Everyone was stunned, obviously not understanding why this person was so afraid of "Hundred Ghosts on the Night", as if committing suicide was tens of thousands of times better than encountering "Hundred Ghosts on the Night" in his opinion!
Everyone looked at each other and no one spoke. They had more or less heard the name of "Hundred Ghosts on the Night", but they had never encountered it, because almost no monks who had encountered "Hundred Ghosts on the Night" survived! The corpse of the recently deceased monk was right in front of him, and the mournful cries that were getting closer and closer in the thick fog undoubtedly pushed the fear to a climax.
At this time, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore. A young monk yelled "Ah!" and then ran towards the Grand Canyon desperately!
"Let me go! I don't want to die yet! I'm still young! Ah! Let me go! Please!"
At this time, more and more people began to lose their minds and ran towards the Grand Canyon. They begged in unison: "I don't want to die either! Let me go! Let me go!"
"Run! Run! Damn it! Let me pass! Ah!"
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There were also many young monks among them. Although some monks did not cry and run like others, they moved silently towards the Grand Canyon. It can be seen that in the face of life and death, everyone is equal and no one can face it calmly!
A group of Shangqing Sect disciples were also frightened by what they saw. They raised their long swords but did not take action. They just stupidly blocked the people who wanted to enter the Grand Canyon. At the same time, they sent pleading eyes to Qi Huan, obviously asking for help. Waiting for orders from the leader.
Qi Huan felt unprecedented uneasiness from the eyes of these disciples. He knew that these disciples had lost their spirit and he had to do something.
When he was in the "Fairy Dust Continent", he had also heard of the so-called "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade", which was a strange phenomenon spread in the "Fairy Dust Continent" and was listed as one of the "Top Ten Mysteries of Fairy Dust" , even the elders in the sect were unwilling to say more, but repeatedly warned him to run away at all costs if he encountered him! Don't get close!
But in his knowledge, the "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk" has never happened in the "Mortal Continent". This strange phenomenon is only limited to the "Fairy Dust Continent". He can almost conclude that someone is playing tricks!
Thinking of this, he laughed loudly and said: "Which of you didn't live a life of 'knife licking blood' when you were in Fairy Dust Continent? Why are you so timid today? Humph, I think you are just a group of opportunistic and incompetent rats. ! What’s the ‘Hundred Ghosts at Night’? I’ve never heard of the ‘Hundred Ghosts at Night’ in the ‘Mortal Continent’! It’s obvious that someone is playing tricks on you, but you all seem to be panicking! What’s it like? Spread the word and I’ll be there Where is the prestige of Qingzong? Shangqing disciples obey orders!"
Everyone calmed down a lot after hearing what he said. They thought carefully that they had never heard of "Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night" in the "Mortal Continent". Did they think too much?
A group of Shangqing disciples also regained some courage and shouted loudly: "Disciples are here!"
Qi Huan pointed forward, showed a deep gaze, and shouted: "Go! Let me find out!"
"As you command!"
Thirty of the more courageous Shangqing disciples ran towards the moving object hidden in the thick fog! After a while, the shadow disappeared. Everyone listened attentively and carefully to the movements in the mist. Even the Seventh Son of Shangqing and Ling Ning separated in a tacit understanding, each stood on the same spot and stopped fighting. Although both sides were still hostile to each other, their ears were all in the same place. Stand up and listen to the sound in the distance.
The young man in the "Tianshu" position was staring at Ling Ning. Although he wanted to take a deep breath, but seeing Ling Ning's expression of "taking a leisurely stroll", he wanted to be strong and he didn't want to fall behind, so he could only control himself forcefully. Breathe, try to keep your breathing as steady as possible. Even so, he couldn't help but secretly hide his hands behind his back. For him, this "accident" came just in time, because his hands were already shaking badly due to excessive exertion. If he took another seven or eight moves, he would only He was afraid that if he had to let go of his long sword, once the "Tiangang Beidou Formation" was broken, he would live in this world without a face.
The other six men were obviously not as concerned about face as he was, and they couldn't help but breathe quickly. Although Qian Meier and Huan Ji were not so embarrassed, their breathing speeded up a lot. This highlighted that Ling Ning was indeed a "monster", and their breathing rate did not change at all!
Ling Ning didn't pay attention to this now. His mind had long been attracted by the things hidden in the thick fog. He turned on "Eye Skill·True Sight" and saw thirty Shangqing disciples rushing into the thick fog. When they all entered, the sorrow, joy and crying suddenly stopped! It was as if time had been pressed on the pause button.
Ling Ning's vision was also blocked in some way and he could not see through the thick fog. In desperation, he could only listen carefully to the sounds in the fog. Unfortunately, there seemed to be no sound except silence.
Not long after, there was a violent rolling in the fog that was visible to the naked eye, like boiling hot water, and then suddenly a thick black fog burst out, like a volcano that had accumulated for many years and finally erupted, sweeping towards everyone!
The dense fog spread as fast as if it were alive. Everyone screamed and turned around and ran. However, they were swallowed up by the dark fog after running a few steps. It was like a silent giant beast opening its mouth and swallowing up the thin ones one by one. The lamb!
Ling Ning and the other three also wanted to turn around and escape, but they were surprised to find that their movements became extremely slow. Even Qian Meier and Fan Ji also moved slowly. They could only watch in shock as the people around them were swallowed up by the thick fog. , until oneself...
His vision suddenly turned dark, and then countless screams came from his ears, and sticky water droplets like raindrops splashed on his face. Ling Ning wiped it with his hand, and the strong smell of blood rushed straight into his nose. Needless to say, he knew what those viscous liquids were.
He shouted desperately: "Meier! Where are you! Meier!"
But no matter how much he shouted, there was still a thick black fog all around him. Although he could move freely, the visual distance was less than one meter! He couldn't even identify the north, south, east, and west, let alone find someone.
He could only hold the long sword and touch in the direction of Qian Meier according to the position in his memory, but he came up empty! The screams that kept coming from all around were getting closer and closer. It seemed that there was some kind of terrifying hunter hiding in the darkness, and they became lambs to be slaughtered!
Suddenly, a dark object whizzed towards him, and he swung his sword based on his instinct! The thing screamed and fell to the ground, turning into dark mist and disappearing, and then a dense sound came towards him, as if countless mosquitoes gathered together to make a disgusting sound, coupled with the painful wails of countless innocent souls!
Countless objects flew towards him, carrying a strong smell of blood! Ling Ning held his breath. He stared ahead and waved the sword based on intuition. Countless sharp screams rang in his ears! He remained calm, waving his sword while moving towards the entrance of the Grand Canyon. Although these "monsters" flying towards him were larger in number, they were still no match for a monk of his level. He could deal with them easily. At the same time, he also believed that Qian Meier and Fan Ji would be safe and sound.
However, he was still very strange in his heart. Although they were standing very close to each other, why did they all disappear in the thick fog as if they had evaporated? Even the figures of the Seven Sons of Shangqing disappeared.
At this time, he suddenly stumbled and looked down. It turned out to be a corpse with a hideous face. All the flesh on the face had been chewed off, revealing the white bones, and all the internal organs in the body had been devoured as if by a pack of wolves. The bloody mess was really unbearable to look at.
His heart tightened, and at the same time a bad thought came to his mind. He kept walking forward and bumped into corpses. Every time he lowered his head to look at the appearance of the corpse, he was very nervous, for fear of running into a familiar face...
Suddenly, a woman's shrill scream rang out not far away. Ling Ning subconsciously felt something in her heart, and then ran in that direction desperately!
"Mei'er! Is that you? Mei'er!"
He ran closer and found seven or eight gray-white shadows floating in the air. They opened their teeth and claws like wandering ghosts, and they were opening their bloody mouths full of fangs towards a woman! He didn't have time to think about it and smashed the evil spirit into pieces with a few swords. He stepped forward and picked up the woman on the ground. The two looked at each other. She turned out to be Ruoxue from the Shangqing Sect!
At this moment, her face was pale, and her whole body was as cold as if she had just been fished out of the lake. There were wounds on her thighs and arms. The most serious thing was that her chest was bright red and she didn't know where the wounds were. Her lips turned white and she was trembling, unable to speak. She could only look at him helplessly.
Ling Ning sighed, thinking to herself, you, a little bitch from the Qing Sect, are so lucky to have met me! Anyway, even though we don’t owe each other anything, I still show mercy and save you.
He stretched out his palm and pressed it against her vest, injecting a powerful force of true energy into her body. At this time, many evil spirits were attacking him. He held her waist with his left hand and carried her on his shoulders. At the same time, he held a sword in his right hand and waved away the evil spirits. He ran forward quickly without stopping at all. .
Ruoxue felt a stream of true energy continuously flowing into her waist from his left palm. Within a moment, the water vapor on her body began to turn into steam. She was very shocked. She didn't expect that this person's cultivation had improved so much in just one year. !
About half an hour later, Ling Ning was still running. Ruoxue had recovered some strength. She raised her palm and unconsciously looked at the back of Ling Ning's head. If she slapped him at this time, he would die tragically on the spot. !
"At any rate, this person also saved my life. How can I retaliate? But what about Sister Hong's big revenge..." She hesitated again and again, and finally gave up.
At this moment, the world was spinning, and her body was thrown heavily to the ground. When she was at a loss, Ling Ning bent down and looked at her and smiled: "Did you just want to kill me? Why did you let it go again?"
Ruoxue thought to herself, so you know that I just had murderous intentions? She was extremely arrogant, and even though her life was saved, she was unwilling to let go of herself. She snorted and turned away without answering.
Seeing her like this, Ling Ning squatted helplessly in front of her and said, "Hey, is there any deep hatred between us? Ah, yes, what are the names of those two scum from the Shangqing Sect? Fang Yu and Zhou Wu, right? ? Those two people burned, killed, humiliated and looted without committing any evil, they are simply the scum among scum, and Zhong Kun is not a good person, you don’t hate us because of these scum, right? "
The "we" he said naturally also included "Qianmeier".
Ruoxue gritted her teeth and turned away without saying a word. Although she was not weak in cultivation, she had several injuries on her body that were not bandaged. In addition, the cold air in the mist was too heavy, and her clothes were a bit a bit... Moisture.
"What's wrong with you... Hey! Wake up!" Ling Ning saw that she looked wrong and patted her on the shoulder. She fell straight down, obviously fainting.
"How could this happen..." Ling Ning murmured in her heart. This girl's cultivation is not weak, so why does she faint so easily? He thought that it might be due to excessive bleeding or poisoning.
He tore off her sleeves and first carefully examined the two wounds on her arms. They were obviously caused by bites. There was a dent in the wounds, but fortunately no bones were injured. However, the blood at the wound had turned black and the flesh had begun to become stiff. It was undoubtedly due to poisoning.
He didn't know much about poisons, so he could only try to inject his true energy into her arms, absorb the toxins on her arms, and then transport them back into his body to refine them with the Divine Transformation Art. After running for two weeks, the toxins on her arms were gone and bright red blood began to flow out again. He quickly took out a bandage and bandaged her.
With her arms already bandaged, he moved his gaze downwards and unceremoniously tore her skirt open, revealing her round and elastic thighs. He seemed to smell a milky fragrance and didn't know if it was his imagination.
The wound was on the inner side of his thigh. He put his palm next to the wound and felt Ruoxue trembling slightly unconsciously, and his heartbeat began to accelerate slightly.
It's really strange. The fierce fight just now didn't make his heart beat faster, but now...
He had hardly had much physical contact with women since he was a child. Even Qian Meier was not overly affectionate, and the two of them still kept an appropriate distance. The most they can do is hold hands and hug each other. This is the first time for him to have such "zero distance" contact with the opposite sex. No wonder he is so nervous.
He stared at the wound on her thigh intently. When the wound turned from dark to pink, he reluctantly removed his palm, feeling a little dry in his mouth. He resisted the urge to touch her again and quickly bandaged her wound, and finally moved his gaze to her towering chest...
