Xu Shi.
In Maiyue City, it is quiet at night.
The firewood doors of every house were locked, and the old and yellowed window paper kept the candlelight inside the house, without giving any charity to the streets outside.
Sometimes there would be strange noises outside the window, but the people obeyed the orders of the city lord's palace and did not look, listen, or open the door. After half a month, they got used to it.
The moon was hidden in the clouds, and even the chirping insects that usually lined both sides of the street stopped making noise.
"Ding-deng-deng..."
Yi Ning walked Ting Wu in Maiyue City, and the quiet streets made his steps clearer.
At this time, Yi Ning no longer had the leisurely feeling of the past. His brows were furrowed and he had not let go since he entered the city.
Maybe it was because of the isolation of the Confucian formation that he hadn't been able to perceive it clearly outside before.
At this time, he had entered the city, and the Yin Qi billowing from the Samsara Road was blowing towards his face, and there was no need for Yi Ning to cast a spell to detect it.
Having transformed into the Dao of Heaven and personally summoned the Path of Reincarnation, he knew very well that although the Path of Reincarnation and the Yang Realm complemented and intertwined with each other, the Yin Qi should not leak into the Yang Realm.
The consequences of the leak may not seem obvious now, but over time, it will cause irreversible damage to the local people.
For example, there is a lack of yang energy, such as mental disorder.
What made Yi Ning feel most melancholy was that he had a feeling that the spread of the reincarnation aura this time was related to the time when he penetrated the Three Saints Array.
"The amount of information is too little. Good intentions lead to bad things. You have to be careful in what you say and do in the future."
Regardless of whether it was caused by him or not, Yi Ning would always be cautious in his words and deeds.
What needs to be done now is to determine the specific situation of Maiyue City.
Now according to his senses, there are two areas in the city with the strongest Yin Qi. Yi Ning pinpointed one of them and walked through the streets.
Just move forward like this, walking through the streets and alleys.
After half a stick of incense.
When Yi Ning came to an alley, she suddenly felt a gust of cold wind and heard the sound of conversations.
"How long do you want? We can't hold it off any longer!"
"Now! Hold on, this Legalist monk, you don't have to protect me, go over and help."
"Okay, what about your side?"
"It'll be fine soon!"
The human voice disappeared, but the sound of fighting became more intense.
Yi Ning walked out of the alley, stood at the corner of the alley, and saw the scene ahead.
On a street, four monks were surrounding a translucent object.
This object floated in mid-air, swaying from side to side, with a rich Yin energy floating around it.
It smelled a bit like a ghost, but it didn't have a human shape. It was completely different from the wild ghosts I had seen before.
Not to mention the sane Wang Ergou, the resentful ghost Chen Cai'er also had desires, such as irritability and hatred, before she woke up.
As for this ghost, Yi Ning couldn't feel any emotions or desires in it.
"How long will it take!" shouted a shirtless martial artist, whose martial spirit was being eroded bit by bit by ghosts.
"It's really hard to earn money from an official family." Next to Wufu, a woman holding a book of laws complained while immersing her magic power in the book.
The words fly out of the book and form a cage of words around the ghost. This is the "rules" of the Legalist monks.
The ghost is restricted by the rules, floating and spinning in place. It is not aggressive, but the unconscious Yin Qi escapes, making the prison of words darker and darker.
The martial artist rested for a while and was about to go up again.
In the distance, the scholar who had been writing hard and silent shouted loudly: "The poem is done!"
All three of his teammates were impressed.
Yi Ning also looked at it and saw a row of words at the scholar's feet. The words exuded a soft and awe-inspiring righteousness.
[The sun is as bright as a red pill above, and there is a red light below, which is shaken by it. ]
The words flew up from the bluestone bricks and floated into the air. The words turned into sunlight, piercing the ghost's body, and billowing white smoke floated up. As the white smoke passed, the ghost dissipated little by little between the sky and the earth.
The words in the air also lost their charm and disappeared without a trace when blown by the wind, and the whole street returned to darkness.
The Legalist woman's consciousness swept around and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, she commanded: "The night is still long, leave one person to watch while the others adjust their breathing in place."
The four of them gathered together, with a middle-aged martial artist who was less powerful responsible for guarding, while the others began to meditate and regulate their breathing.
Yi Ning was also ready to retreat to the alley and continue walking towards the place where the Yin Qi was strongest.
Sudden,
He stopped walking and turned to look at the street again.
There was a dark wind blowing on the street, and the four people reacted quickly. They immediately stopped meditating, stood up, and prepared the spell with their hands.
At this time, another ghost floated out, but he was obviously more condensed.
"There is still a wandering soul hiding!"
The law book in the hand of the Legalist monk flickered with light, and the cage of words flew out again. He said in a panicked tone, "This body has solidified. We can't stop it. Run!"
There was no need for his command at all. The moment the two warriors saw Mang Hun, they had already gathered their energy and fled.
And the boundless soul was indeed more powerful, and the cage was shattered into pieces by his slightest touch.
The scholar shouted angrily: "Damn it! What are those four great monks of the fifth level doing? Why did you miss such a big guy!"
"Don't think so much, run away!" the Legalist monk urged.
"Then the people around here..."
There was a struggle in the scholar's eyes. He knew clearly what kind of impact it would have on those mortals if no one restrained Manghun.
"The key is to notify the City Lord's Mansion in time!" The Legalist monk stopped persuading him. After saying these words, his figure flew past and disappeared into the night.
The scholar gritted his teeth and finally decided to leave. He was only in the lower five realms and could not deal with such a solid soul, even if the other party had no mind.
The scholar tiptoed, dragging him to the roof with awe-inspiring anger. The scholar turned around and looked at Manghun one last time before leaving.
Then,
He made a sound of surprise, because he seemed to catch a glimpse of a man in white in the corner of his field of vision: "Why is there still someone on the street?"
The scholar opened his mouth and shouted, signaling the man to leave quickly: "Hurry..."
Before he finished speaking, he was stunned.
At that moment, a bright and sharp golden light burst out from the corner of the alley.
The golden light is like a light sword reaching the sky and the earth, passing through the street corner, penetrating the soul, and then straight to the sky!
Unabated, it soared into the sky and penetrated into the dark clouds that blocked the sky. Then, like a broken bamboo, it opened a line of sky, revealing the full moon, and the moonlight shone again.
The entire Maiyue City seemed to be a little brighter because of this.
Viewed from the human world, the sky is like an open eyelid, with the bright moon as its eyeball.
"this......"
The scholar stood like a log on the roof. He was well-read, and he didn't know what words to use to describe such a miracle.
"It seems like I used too much force..." Yi Ning patted Ting Wu and left quietly.
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ps: One day after losing blood, I was walking and typing. I was so excited while writing that my phone screen broke!
