"Woo~woo~~"
As the four words "Yin soldiers borrowed the road" were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became eerie and cold.
There were also howling ghost cries in the air.
Ye Lanqiu couldn't help but shudder and took a step back.
With her current physical fitness that breaks the limits of the human body, plus her closed pores, which locks in heat and vitality, she would not feel cold at all.
However, with her profound spiritual realm, it can only be said that her psychological quality is well controlled, but it does not mean that she will never be afraid.
However, Yin soldiers, ghosts and so on have surpassed Ye Lanqiu's previous knowledge.
In addition, the Chinese people have always been exaggerating about creatures such as ghosts. Ye Lanqiu felt chilled because of fear. This is also a normal reaction.
But when she glanced at Hong Kang and Zhang Qiling, she remembered their amazing abilities...
Suddenly there was a sense of solidity.
At that moment, Ye Lanqiu extinguished the panic in his heart and regained his peace of mind.
Along the way, I have seen all kinds of weird things. Even I am different from the weak one before.
She thought of what her husband had taught her.
A strong person is one who can still move forward with his head held high after facing his own humility, cowardice and fear step by step.
"Clang~!"
Zhang Qiling took out his black sword and stood attentively.
"They shouldn't be here."
Hong Kang did not turn around and just said: "Everyone speculates on the infinite unknowns based on what they know and outlines the world with their own feelings. However, everyone's world is different."
"How do you know that what you know...is the truth here?!"
Zhang Qiling's expression remained unchanged, but his grip on the knife became stronger.
He thought about his memory.
I used to lose my memory every once in a while.
When he walked out of the bronze door, he thought he had gotten rid of this curse, but something unexpected happened again...
"Woo~wu~wu~~!"
Faintly, the three of them heard a series of antler trumpets, which were extremely melodious.
Like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining.
It's like it came from distant ancient times, surrounding it endlessly.
There was more light blue mist, emerging from all the gaps in the surrounding stones.
The diffusion speed was astonishing, and it was almost impossible for two people to breathe. Hong Kang and the other three people began to be surrounded by light blue mist from the knees down, and their eyes were also covered with a layer of mist, and their vision seemed to have undergone strange changes.
The light blue mist is still rising, spreading, expanding, and shrouding...
"哐拉~哐拉~"
"Kuang la~ kuang la..."
The sound of neat footsteps moved from far to near, from blur to clear.
Countless dark shadows, accompanied by the sound of antlers, lined up in a long line and appeared in front of the three people.
The team walked slowly and slowly, and the shadows in the light blue mist became clearer and clearer.
Ye Lanqiu saw clearly that the person at the front of the team was wearing ancient armor and had a serial number on it.
She didn't know much about ancient writing or ancient armor, so she couldn't identify which dynasty it was from, but it looked like they were all made of bronze...
wrong.
Ye Lanqiu looked far into the distance, and she saw that the armor styles of these teams were not uniform, and there were also styles of ethnic minorities, which seemed to be from every country and dynasty.
Not even all soldiers, but farmers, old people, women, young children...
But these people moved at the same speed, as if there was no difference in physical strength.
As we get closer,
Ye Lanqiu saw their faces clearly.
They all have strangely long and uncoordinated faces. The length of their heads is twice as long as that of ordinary people. All of them have expressionless faces.
Some of the faces are pale, some are green, some are indigo, some are red... and so on.
"Sir, are they ghosts?"
Ye Lanqiu's tone was calm and coherent, seemingly unaffected by this surprising situation.
Hong Kang nodded slightly: "Not bad."
Ye Lanqiu asked: "But why can we see it directly?"
Zhang Qiling spit out four words: "Xizhao is a psychic."
Ye Lanqiu is puzzled.
Hong Kang did not explain directly, but started reciting ancient prose in his spare time.
"Warm water washes my feet, paper cuttings bring back my soul..."
"Don't dare to burn raw rhinoceros. If it is burned, it will smell strange and stick to your pockets. People can communicate with ghosts..."
"Beside the River of Forgetfulness, I often rest with you; in the mud, my hair is entangled with you..."
"There is nothing to express, only a ray of soul..."
"A furnace of spiritual understanding is ignited, and a mandala is born from the dry bones..."
The intonation and rhythm have ups and downs, full of ancient meaning, and a sense of sadness and beauty.
The writing is concise and to the point, and the meaning is not difficult to understand. It is like telling a story.
Ye Lanqiu suddenly realized: "Is this light blue mist the product of burning rhinoceros horns?"
Hong Kang shook his head and chuckled, "It's just a metaphor."
"But these ghosts can be seen with the naked eye, and it does benefit from the strange environment here..."
Then, these ghosts rushed towards the three of them.
It seems that the visitor is evil?
Zhang Qiling jumped and stood in front of the two of them.
The breathing method started to work, the rich power of Qi and blood surged like a tide, and Xiong Xiong's heat wave swayed from his body.
The light blue mist, as if the cold air encountered a stove, stopped spreading and at the same time bypassed the area around Zhang Qiling's body.
As if he is worrying about something...
But from Ye Lanqiu's perspective, the situation is different.
In her mental perception, Zhang Qiling's whole person exuded an aura like the rising sun, and she was able to scare countless ghosts and monsters with her aura alone.
Even, relying on the spiritual state of entering the advanced level, Ye Lanqiu vaguely "saw" a giant beast roaring behind Zhang Qiling! ~
"The magical power of Qilin can subdue demons and transform into beasts, eliminate demons and suppress evil spirits...!"
Hong Kang narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtfully.
Zhang Qiling's bloodline energy is boiling faintly here, as if it has received an inexplicable bonus? !
As he breathed and inhaled, the power of his bloodline was stimulated, and his indifferent eyes were full of majesty. The divine power of his bloodline was fighting against the light blue mist that filled the sky.
But after all, he only had extremely thin Qilin bloodline, which could not compare with the size of this blue mist.
Just like a ball of fire can evaporate and dry up a tank of water, but when faced with the water of a big river, it can only sigh in despair.
"Although the breathing method has wide applicability, its potential is not low..."
"But it can't discover the true power in your blood..."
Hong Kang's voice sounded slowly.
Zhang Qiling closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a figure of Mo Qilin with a dragon's head and antlers, shaking his head, appeared in his pupils.
Fierce~!
His aura suddenly increased greatly, as if hot oil was poured into the fire.
If you look at him from the front, you will find a faint dragon pattern prominent on his forehead.
The dragon pattern on the forehead is actually a unicorn pattern!
This is a small magical power that Hong Kang analyzed from his bloodline - [Qilin Pattern].
He taught it to Zhang Qiling on the way.
"Keng~"
The sword clanked.
represents its will.
Zhang Qiling is like a unicorn that controls the world, stalking ghosts in the wind.
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(End of chapter)
