Brother Sixteen was hesitating whether to get off the boat and take a look. Fu Shiyi, who was in the room, suddenly opened his eyes. Just now, the temple in the Consciousness Sea Space shook violently.
It can make the consciousness sea space respond.
There have always been weird monsters like big devils.
Fu Shiyi quickly stood up, walked out of the dock, and grabbed Brother Sixteen who was about to fly down. Brother Sixteen was caught, and he smiled awkwardly and said:
"Eleven, I...I just want to check outside."
"Shh!"
Fu Shiyi told Brother Sixteen to silence.
Even with the isolation formation of the Lianwu magic weapon turned on, Fu Shiyi could still feel a powerful Yin Qi approaching them little by little.
Brother Sixteen couldn't help but panic a little when he saw Fu Shiyi waiting for him.
"Eleven, what's wrong? You...did you see something?"
Fu Shiyi held the green snake flag in his left hand and the green bamboo sword in his right hand. He did not answer Brother Sixteen, but stared straight ahead. Brother Sixteen followed her gaze.
Suddenly, a large mass of thick fog filled the air ahead.
The entire front was covered in one fell swoop.
Immediately afterwards, the deaf old man and old woman they met in the ghost village and a young woman walked towards them step by step. Although they were far apart, the coercion exuded by the woman was extremely strong. Compared with Fu Shiyi's back then, In the Southern Wilderness, the three-color Suzaku that I encountered was many times stronger.
in front of her.
Fu Shiyi didn't even dare to think about escaping.
How could there be such a powerful monk in this ghost village?
Fu Shiyi stood motionless on the spot. The deaf old man's family of three passed directly under their lotus weapon. The old man said loudly:
"Meng'er, you really want to go to this battle, can't you not go? One more you is not a lot, and one less you is not a lot. But your parents only have one child, and they will care for you until they die. If you have Just in case, let your parents get through it!"
Meng'er? !
Fu Shiyi's whole body was agitated.
She remembered that the deaf old man said that their daughter was called Meng'er and she would be over seven tonight.
Why did this dream appear here alive again? What is going on?
And this Meng'er's magic power is so profound.
Who can defeat her? !
"Dad, this battle is related to the life and death of our Zhongnan Immortal Cultivation World. Only by getting rid of that weird thing can our family of three live a peaceful life. Don't worry, nearly a hundred senior cultivators of the God Transformation were dispatched in this battle. The entire Seniors from the world of cultivating immortals have gathered here to fight to the death with that weird one. You have to believe in our strength, we will definitely defeat that weird one!"
"Having said that, but..."
The three of them walked further and further away, and their voices slowly faded into the mist.
At this time, Fu Shiyi was a little stunned.
They met an ancient monk from thousands of years ago.
The battle they were talking about just now should be the famous battle in the Bloody Forbidden Land ten thousand years ago. The "Biography of Heroes of Central and South China" records the heroic deeds of many ancient monks who participated in this battle. Fu Shiyi suddenly remembered this dream. Who is it!
Meng'er's real name is Lin Yimeng.
He is the great monk of Nascent Soul who lived thousands of years ago.
Born in Changming Village, tens of thousands of years ago, there were dozens of monks from Changming Village who went to participate in the war, and the worst among them were those at the pill formation stage. This Changming Village was born tens of thousands of years ago. A holy land for cultivation. Legend has it that there is a sixth-level spiritual vein here.
There is also a paradise in the hinterland of Changming Village.
It's just that the Changming Village was not far away from the battle. The blood essence and blood of thousands of monks self-destructed and the whole village was submerged, thus turning into the Changming River.
What flows in this river is not water.
But the essence and blood of the monks who died heroically thousands of years ago!
Fu Shiyi glanced at the thick fog surrounding him and suddenly realized, "Brother Sixteen, we should have entered some illusion."
"What?"
Brother Sixteen was puzzled, and Fu Shiyi had no time to explain. This was obviously a memory illusion composed of the soul power of ghosts. Ghosts circulated endlessly in it, but if humans entered, if they could not escape in time, their essence and blood would be absorbed by this illusion. Absorption, and the longer it lasts, the harder it is to break away!
Fu Shiyi asked Brother Sixteen to sit cross-legged and meditate.
Lighted the third-order Ningshen incense.
Quickly flipping through the "Yin Yang Record" obtained from the Xinyi Ridge murals, she remembered that there was a record of dealing with the ghost array, and Fu Shiyi found it quickly.
She took out dozens of ancient copper coins from her storage bag.
Thread the red thread through the copper coin, and quickly draw talismans on it, then wrap it around her and Brother Sixteen, silently reciting the dream exorcism spell.
...........
But it was said that Fu Zhihong went to explore the surrounding area for less than a quarter of an hour and then turned back. But when he returned to the original place, he saw Brother Sixteen and Fu Shiyi sitting cross-legged on the ground. No matter how they called, they did not wake up.
"How is this going?"
Fu Zhihong checked Fu Shiyi's body.
It was discovered that the essence and blood in her body were losing at an extremely fast rate.
At this rate, I'm afraid it won't be until tomorrow that someone will do it!
Fu Zhihong couldn't help but break out in dense cold sweat on his forehead, but he quickly calmed down. Now he was the only one who could save Fu Shiyi and two others, so he had no choice but to calm down.
“Everything has its origin!”
After Fu Zhihong recited the Heart-Cleaning Mantra, he touched his eyes with his sword, and a blue light flashed away. His eyes suddenly turned sapphire blue, and wherever she looked, the Yin Qi surrounding them was swirling. He ran away, and when he turned to the tomb, he was faced with an extremely cold air.
The two streams of air made a burning sound in the air.
Cold air came continuously from under the tomb. Fu Zhihong, who was still at the upper hand, was retreating in less than half a quarter of an hour.
As soon as he saw it, cold air followed the blue light and entered Fu Zhihong's body.
Fu Zhihong's expression changed.
As soon as the sword finger was retracted, the blue light was instantly interrupted.
He looked at the nearly new tomb, but his face was a bit gloomy: "Who is so evil that he actually laid a huge array of evil spirits in the Changming River, causing the souls of eternal heroes to turn into evil spirits!"
Fu Zhihong raised his flying sword and flew around the tomb.
From time to time, he pinched the magic formula, and mana was injected into all directions in the southeast, northwest, and with each mana falling, the Yin Qi of the entire Changming River dissipated.
After a cup of tea time has passed.
The piled graves exploded with a bang!
A large pit nearly a hundred meters deep was revealed.
Fu Zhihong glanced down into the pit, his face suddenly turned pale, and he saw the corpses of thousands of children piled up in the pit, most of them no more than ten years old.
After the tomb is opened.
An extremely strong resentment rose into the sky!
Fu Zhihong's expression changed. At this time, Fu Shiyi and Brother Sixteen let out a cry. They just woke up from the illusion. Brother Sixteen turned around and saw the corpses of thousands of children in the pit, and his body trembled. , at the same time his pupils were bloodshot and he said angrily:
"This...who did this? It's worse than a beast!!!"
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