Lin Du's patience was not that good, especially when she knew exactly what results she would probably get.
The ghost in the skull did not respond, only silence.
There was a click, and the skull shattered.
Immediately afterwards there was the sound of a whip that broke through the air, and the bones that were sitting there were scattered in all directions.
Everyone onlookers shuddered again.
"how about you?"
This time Lin Du got a response.
She closed her eyes and saw the answer this ghost gave her.
This place is called Lance City, and it is the largest central city in the Lanju world.
At first, no one thought there was anything wrong with the Lanju world, until disasters occurred frequently, the sea turned into a lake, and the sun and the moon gradually became dim.
However, no one has ascended for thousands of years, and the spiritual energy is getting thinner and thinner. It seems that the spiritual veins and spiritual stone mines take longer to generate spiritual energy than before.
Only high-level monks confirmed that the Lanju world might be collapsing.
The collapsed small world will gradually be unable to get out from the inside, unable to ascend, and eventually the spiritual energy will be exhausted, and the monks will die first.
No one wants to die.
When the sun and moon disappear, the last link between people and the way of heaven disappears, leaving only the suppression of pure rules.
So the high-level monks united and thought of many ways to open the gate in various ways, but to no avail.
The last desperate act is sacrifice.
Sacrifice the first group of people who will die if their cultivation is not high, and gather the spiritual power and soul power of those people into the 217 high-level monks with the highest cultivation level in the entire world.
When their cultivation surpasses the suppressive cultivation of this world for an instant, they may be able to force the small world to send them out.
But the rules of heaven in the collapsed small world were no longer complete, and they failed.
The most powerful sandstorm in history broke out in the enraged world, completely submerging and covering the city of Lance.
Two hundred and seventeen high-level monks were thus covered up.
Thousands of years of unwilling accumulation have quietly changed the formation.
Lin Du finished reading the story told to him by the ghost, paused for a while, and laughed, "At this time, there are still three parts true and seven parts false. Who should I show it to?"
Every word is a forced struggle, but does anyone care about the thousands of humble lives?
These words might be able to deceive young monks like Jinxuan and Yuan Ye, but they really couldn't deceive her.
The large formations were stacked one on top of another. She only needed to walk into the city to know how many large formations were stacked on top of each other and what their back-up plan was.
"You're not honest." Lin Du said, using force on his hands.
There was another click.
The ghost let out an unwilling roar in the air, and was broken into pieces by Ni Jinxuan with a whip.
Lin Du raised his eyes leisurely, "This is Lance City. A natural disaster buried it, but most of the things are still there. If you need it, go ahead."
The few onlookers didn't dare to move, "You...you go first?"
Lin Du shook his head and put his hand on the other skull, "I haven't finished asking yet."
The onlookers looked at each other: Is this the end of the question? It's not over yet.
"Yan Qing, you come too."
Yan Qing's face remained clear and calm, only his heart was turbulent.
He remembered... After the method of interrogating the spirit is used, it still needs to be rationally moved and emotionally moved. If the ghost is willing to speak, the interrogation of the spirit can go smoothly.
There is no such thing as a junior uncle who threatens people when he comes up. If Yinhun can deal with it, she can only say that he is forced by his lustful power.
Yan Qing raised his hand and cast a spell to get closer, but then his soul felt the tearing of the evil spirit. He quickly raised his foot and kicked it up, then pulled out the big knife from behind and split the white bones from the middle with one knife.
"Seizing one's body damages one's moral character. Senior, please take care of yourself."
The sword energy was so strong that even a knife mark was made on the floor of the altar.
Several monks took a step back together. They thought that Yan Qing was the most normal-looking among the four disciples of the Supreme Sect, so they were closest to this man, and the sword energy almost touched their toes.
Now they have realized that no one in their Supreme Sect is normal and they have to stay away from them.
More and more people came and landed one after another.
I saw the people who had come before were standing in the corner of the altar with their hands and feet. There were bones on the ground in the middle. Four disciples of the Supreme Sect, one holding a knife, one carrying a whip, and one holding a Xiqin, were playing a requiem, and the sound of the Qin screamed shrilly. It's scary to hear it.
The only one left, looking extremely thin, the most talented person who disappointed everyone, crushed a skull with his bare hands.
Then the pretty female cultivator in a pink skirt who was holding a whip whipped it away.
"What the hell are these disciples of the Supreme Sect doing? Crushing bones and whipping corpses??? What a grudge."
This scene was too weird, so no one paid attention to one side of the corner. Someone suddenly covered his head and let out a silent roar in pain.
Lin Du finally got the answer she wanted.
According to what this ghost said, these two hundred monks made two preparations back then.
If the power of the sacrifice is not enough, then activate the Yin Gathering and Evil Reincarnation Formation to prevent the ghosts after death from dissipating. The three souls and seven souls of ordinary people will completely dissipate in forty-nine days. The small world has collapsed and cannot be reincarnated, so the only choice is to wait for the small world to be reincarnated. The power outside the world opens the door, and the small world comes to light again.
Red Willow was an accident, but not entirely an accident.
From the moment the red willow turned into a demon, the person who set up the formation came up with a better way. The red willow grew just above the formation's eye. As long as they continued to use the ghost resentment to support them, the red willow could become a great demon.
It is not easy to seize the body, and it is easy to produce more mutations, such as one body with two souls, or a monk desperately self-destructing.
But if the red willow branches transform into their original human form after eating people, their ghosts will get into the willow branches, and then use their power to cut the red willow branches, losing their original identities. When the time comes to practice in the secret realm, outsiders will open up the small world. When they reach the world gate, they can blend into the crowd and reach a complete new world.
"Eating people is Liu, what does it have to do with us?"
The ghost smiled strangely, "If you can get out, who wants to die trapped in this world?"
"After all, the ones who really killed those one hundred and ninety-seven monks were not us, but you outside monks who opened the magic box, weren't they?"
Lin Du smiled and said, "No, of course not."
She raised her eyes and crushed the ghost's skull with her hands, "Of course it's not right."
"From the moment you sacrificed all the innocent low-level monks and even civilians, something was wrong."
If it weren't for the thousands of civilians who were sacrificed without knowing it, this red willow would not be demonized.
Just the resentment of 217 monks cannot nourish a great demon.
"Your escape was a hole torn open by the blood and hatred of countless strangers."
Lin Du does not claim to be a righteous person. She does not think that her three views are very righteous. She only knows that her own affairs will never involve innocent people.
"They will all die anyway! If you die early and offer sacrifices, your death will be worth something!"
Lin Du blinked, "According to what you said, you have no value now, so you should die."
"Jinxuan, whip."
The whip screamed through the air, and the struggling ghost wanted to escape, letting out a shrill roar, and gradually appeared as a gray-black shadow in the air.
At this moment, a person in the corner tilted his head, grabbed the neck of the person next to him, and then threw the person directly into the altar.
The black shadow immediately crashed into the thrown monk's body.
