Halfway up the mountain, Song Ciwan looked up at the red lantern above, feeling that the gods in the sea were shaking, and his heart palpitated for no reason.
On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, hundreds of ghosts walk at night!
After gathering for a full fourteen days, the underworld energy of Fantasy City finally broke through the barrier between the two worlds, awakening countless resentful spirits that had been dormant for thousands of years from the long river of time.
In the City God's Temple, the City God in that empty space said with great joy: "Tu Qiongdagger sees that Huan Ming City has even revealed its past, great! After tonight, at least within a few years, Huan Ming City Johto will never be able to stir up trouble again!"
He raised his hand to perform the technique, and the jade Ruyi in the void was as big as a sky bucket, firmly resisting the huge whirlpool twisting and floating in front of him.
In Dingbo Tower, Ye Lingguan whispered: "Qingfeng, Baigui Night Walk, you can take action."
Ji Qingfeng held a pair of flying swords, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and she said: "Master, does the senior brother also want to take action?"
Ye Lingguan said: "Your senior brother, he has his mission. You don't have to worry about where he is. In fact, he will take action when necessary."
Ji Qingfeng immediately felt more relieved. She raised her hand and pointed, and a flying sword came out from the broken window on the roof of Dingbo Building. Ji Qingfeng's figure vertically turned into sword light and flew towards Wang who was standing high. country.
At the bottom of the Hengshui River, the old Dragon King buried his head deeply under the sand, leaving only a pair of dragon horns and a pair of erect ears, half of which were exposed from the sand.
The dragon's mane swayed in the deep river bottom, somewhat like the water plants at the bottom of the river dancing with the undercurrent.
Occasionally, some small fish and shrimps swam between the swaying dragon manes, and some small fish even used the dragon horns as food, opening their mouths to gnaw endlessly, but the old dragon king remained motionless.
He seemed to have become an ancient sculpture integrated with the river bed. In the end, all the changes in the outside world could no longer affect him in the slightest.
Song Ciwan stood on the mountainside of Wangjiang Mountain and waited for a moment. He saw the red lantern rising higher and higher. Suddenly, there was a sword light on the top of the mountain that spread out in all directions like a Milky Way pouring.
A female Taoist voice shouted: "Fellow Taoists, form a formation!"
Another vicissitudes of life male voice slowly said: "When people die, they become ghosts, when ghosts die, they become ghosts, and when ghosts die, they become hope..."
"Thousands of years have passed, why should you make mistakes?"
"Don't come again, or it will turn into nothingness!"
The vicissitudes of sound echoed down from the top of the mountain, bringing up waves of air and making smoke and dust billow in the dark night.
With a rumble, the top of Wangjiang Mountain suddenly shook with earth and rocks. Stone pillars one after another started from the top of the mountain, like bamboo shoots after the rain, 歘欻欻... arrayed out and soared into the sky!
Song Ciwan saw again that not far to the east of him, an ascetic monk suddenly rushed out of the cave. He controlled a cattail leaf-shaped magic weapon and flew about twenty feet high. He would continue to wait. While flying, lightning suddenly flashed faintly in the sky.
The monk immediately couldn't help but shrink his head and cursed: "His uncle, this is... bah! Forbidden air formation, okay, I can't afford to offend you!"
He quickly lowered the flight altitude and couldn't help but mutter: "There are experts on the mountain. Xiaoxiu and I can't do anything with my meager strength, so I'd better hurry down the mountain..."
Before he could finish his words, the man was already flying down the mountain on his magic weapon.
Another monk jumped out of the cave nearby. This time it was a middle-aged female monk who appeared. She was obviously an old acquaintance with the monk who held the Pu Fan Magic Artifact. At that time, she asked in shock: "Master Wang, where are you going?" where?"
Master Wang said angrily: "Go back, go home! Are the boys and girls at home going to be scared to death? Fellow Daoist Liu, how about you come with me? I promise you a hundred yuan beads, Lao Wang!"
The female monk rolled her eyes and said, "How can a hundred Yuan Pearls be enough in a situation like this tonight? At least a thousand!"
Leader Wang was immediately shocked and said: "One thousand pills, why don't you go and rob them? Five hundred at most! If there are no more, Lao Wang, I will empty my trouser pockets!"
The female monk said with a smile: "Five hundred is five hundred, keep your word, pay half of the deposit in advance, hurry up..."
The two of them rushed down the mountain while talking, but in a moment, their figures and their voices disappeared together.
Song Ciwan:...
She felt like she was being reminded - Boss Wang was worried about the girls and boys at home, so why wasn't Song Ciwan worried about the big white goose at home?
She immediately turned around and returned to the cave without any further delay.
With a rub of her hands, Song Ciwan changed her face, including her clothes and magic weapons. Then the black-hearted magic sword "Lu Zhong" disappeared, and the immortal cultivator "Xin Mian" reappeared in the world.
Song Ciwan released the newly acquired magic weapon Feitiansuo. The long rope rolled up and turned into a green rainbow, carrying Song Ciwan and flying down the mountain in an instant.
The flying altitude of Feitiansuo was very low, and its speed was not very fast. Song Ciwan used the wind control technique to strengthen it, which greatly increased the flying speed of the flying rope. After a few breaths, he caught up with the two heads of Wang who were retreating in front.
Then, they saw the two people on the road suddenly stopping at the foot of Wangjiang Mountain.
What happened at the foot of Wangjiang Mountain?
Song Ciwan pressed the Feitian Rope, followed the gazes of Master Wang and the other two men in the direction of the Deacon Hall, and was shocked at the same time.
Looking in the direction of the Deacon's Hall, the once prosperous palaces and pavilions seemed to have been washed away by the power of time for some reason, and suddenly formed a weathered posture, slumping under the dim sky.
In front of those old and mottled ruins, there were more than a dozen monks in deacon uniforms kneeling with their heads bowed and their waists bowed.
These monks all had broken heads and shriveled skin, and dark red blood dripped from their five orifices, dripping, dripping, and meandering together in the huge square in front of the Deacon Hall.
Master Wang stood there for a moment, then lowered his voice and pulled Daoist Liu next to him and said, "No, they are all dead. Come on, let's go!"
Without glancing in the direction of the Deacon Hall, the two of them immediately used their own methods to increase their speed to the limit and rushed towards the streets of Pinglan City.
They rushed past from the edge of the square, so they could not see the monks of the Deacon Hall who were left behind by them and were kneeling with their heads down. Suddenly, they all raised their heads again!
Click, click, the sound of bones shaking.
After the severed heads were lifted up, they all turned their faces to the east. That was the direction that Master Wang and Fellow Daoist Liu left!
Song Ciwan watched this scene clearly from behind. She didn't dare to delay at that moment and used her speed to the limit - she even gave up on the Flying Sky Rope. The Flying Sky Rope was too slow and was not as good as her wind control skills and time and night. Escape.
The cool night breeze blew in her face, and the lights of Pinglan City seemed to be connected into strips of light beside her.
There were almost no pedestrians in the city. Only the soldiers of the city patrol department held gongs and sounded: "Shang Yuan is coming, close the door, hundreds of ghosts are walking at night, don't come out!"
"ah!"
In the streets, screams could still be heard from time to time.
(End of chapter)
