Chronicles of Celestial Origins

"What is this?" Yin Tianci frowned, and he didn't recognize anything on the talisman.

"Looking at this posture, it seems to be a seal." Xiang Jingxing said

Qin Hao said: "It's a demon-suppressing talisman. The black talismans on these brick walls are demon-sealing marks. What's sealed inside is probably a demonic creature."

Yin Tianci asked: "What should I do? Do you want to open it?"

Qin Hao said: "I think it's better not to give it up. There's no need to ask for trouble. And there may not be any treasures in this house."

Xiang Jingxing said: "It seems that the spiritual power of this yellow talisman is not strong. Even if there are any ghosts, we should be able to deal with them with our own strength. And we are here to seek treasures, so we can't give up halfway." "

Yin Tianci said: "Fellow Daoist Xiang is right. Since the owner of this treasure has arranged corresponding guards in front of each palace, I think we will still encounter the same difficulties if we go forward. Who agrees to turn back here? "

Han Hun said: "I spent so much effort not just for dozens of bottles of pills. I will never turn back. If fellow Daoist Qin is unwilling to take risks, no one will stop you if you insist on leaving."

Yin Tiansheng's eyes were firm: "If you don't give it to God, you will suffer the consequences. Cultivation is a coexistence of opportunities and risks. Which great monk in ancient and modern times has experienced smooth sailing without experiencing risks. This is our opportunity, compared with the little risk we have to bear. , not worth mentioning at all.”

"Brother Qin, you are the only one left now. The four of us have decided to find out whether you want to come with us or leave with dozens of bottles of pills." Xiang Jingxing looked at him and said.

Qin Hao was silent for a while: "Then let's try it! This demon-suppressing talisman is a second-level talisman. Even if the talisman on the brick wall is added to enhance its power, I think the demons and monsters inside can only be built. Level. As long as you are not a Golden Core cultivator, we should be able to protect ourselves with the strength of the five of us."

"Okay, everyone, be careful." Yin Tianci said, reaching out to uncover the yellow talisman on the door.

Suddenly, the palace shook violently, as if it was about to collapse.

Several people hurriedly retreated, offering their spiritual weapons to protect themselves, and they all looked at the movement in the palace with solemn expressions.

The characters on the brick wall were flashing with black light, flying out from them and surrounding the temple.

The entire palace is surrounded by densely packed black symbols, emitting black light.

There was a loud rumbling sound in the palace, and the two of them had a stalemate for less than a cup of tea.

The light of the black characters became fainter and fainter, and finally dissipated in mid-air.

The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling came from the hall, and the sound of running and running was like the sound of gold and iron, like the galloping of thousands of horses.

The palace door opened without any wind, and billowing gray ghost mist poured out.

"Be careful, they are coming." Yin Tianci said

The gray mist in the palace seemed endless, billowing out and covering the entire courtyard in the blink of an eye.

This gray-white ghost mist is not an ordinary mist, but is transformed by the violent aura of the things in the house. If an ordinary mortal touches this thing, he will die immediately. Even the monks have to use their own means to resist, otherwise the ghost mist will be inhaled into the body once it enters the mouth and nose. , will automatically absorb blood and essence.

Several people were wrapped in gray mist, with spiritual weapons on their heads and spiritual lights hanging down to protect their whole bodies.

The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling came from inside the house, like weeping, complaining and complaining.

Han Hun listened and felt that the ghosts in the house were somewhat pitiful. They had been suppressed for countless years and locked up in a dark palace, all alone.

There was some pity in his heart.

Hearing this voice again, it was as if a young woman in a boudoir was whispering, telling her miserable experience. Han Hun couldn't help but feel compassion in his heart, and walked step by step towards the palace.

"Drink." A loud shout suddenly sounded in his ears, and it exploded in his mind like thunder on the ground, shaking his soul.

Han Hun suddenly woke up and took a closer look. He was less than three feet away from the palace.

In an instant, his back was wet, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his legs softened, and he almost collapsed to the ground. If he had really stepped into this palace just now, then...

The weeping voice in the palace came again. When Han Hun heard it again, he felt that the hair on his body stood on end, and soon his head gradually fell into drowsiness.

"Not coming back yet." Xiang Jingxing shouted loudly, which exploded in his mind.

Han Hun woke up with a start again, his whole body was trembling, and he returned to the crowd in a flash of light.

And the sound still came one after another.

"This is a psychedelic ghost sound that directly attacks the spiritual consciousness and creates illusions in the mind. Keep your mind close and don't be moved by it." Qin Hao said.

The moment the ghost sound came out, everyone felt the rippling of their spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness, so they each used their spiritual power to gather their spiritual consciousness to fight against this phantom sound.

But I didn't expect that Han Hun would actually do this. He was behind everyone. He was careless and didn't notice it. He was bewitched by the phantom sound and had an illusion in his mind.

When several people saw him walking forward without any reason, they didn't know what he meant and thought he had discovered something.

It wasn't until he approached the temple step by step that he realized that he had been enchanted by the ghostly sound.

Several people shouted quickly, but he seemed not to hear them and just kept walking forward.

Fortunately, Xiang Jing Xingxiu had a secret method of divine consciousness, and he used this technique to penetrate into his sea of ​​consciousness in time and awakened him.

"This ghost is not simple! The psychedelic sound can actually affect us foundation-building monks." Yin Tianci frowned.

Han Hun's face turned red. Among the five people here, only one was confused by the phantom sound. Xiang Jingxing, Yin Tianci, and Qin Hao are all monks in the middle stage of foundation building. Their cultivation is better than him, their strength is stronger than him, and it is said that they are not affected by the phantom sound.

But Yin Tiantian was still in the initial stage of foundation building, but he was safe and sound. He was the only one who was bewitched, and he was shocked, angry and afraid.

The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were still coming. Han Hun did not dare to be careless anymore and kept his mind tightly. If you are confused by it again, you will be really embarrassed.

"Be careful." Yin Tianci suddenly shouted, and saw two figures flash out of the palace and attack everyone.

Several people took a closer look and saw that they were two ferocious-looking ghosts, with double horns on their heads, curved fingers, white nails, two or three feet long, red eyes, rickety body, and black body.

The two ghosts were as fast as the wind, and they were in front of Yin Tianci in a flash. Their claws were like knives and they attacked him.

The black shield above Yin Tianci's head burst out with light, blocking it in front of him. He could only hear the sound of metal hitting each other. The sharp claws of the two ghosts hit the shield, making a harsh sound of metal hitting each other.

Two deep claw marks were immediately left on the shield.

Yin Tianci frowned. His high-grade spiritual weapon was known for its tenacity. During the battle with Xuanmen disciples, it withstood many attacks and never left any traces of swords, guns, swords and halberds.

Now being hit by these two ghosts, two claw marks were left behind, enough to see the sharp edges of their claws.

Qin Hao, Xiang Jingxing, Han Hun, and Yin Tiansheng were not idle. They attacked the two ghosts from the left and right sides almost at the same time. In an instant, four people and two ghosts were fighting together.

Han Hun used a gold brick, and Xiang Jingxing released a corpse puppet, holding a trident. The two of them attacked the ghost in front and back.

The gold brick turned into a size of several feet, burst out with light, and hit the ghost from above.

The ghost let out a long roar, and Han Hun felt a buzzing sound in his head. He was stunned for a moment, and the gold bricks floated in the air. The ghost's figure flashed, and its shiny claws went straight for his head.

A black trident fell from the sky and cut off its path, but it was Xiang Jingxing who took action. When he saw the ghost roaring, Han Hun's eyes were unfocused and he felt bad, so he quickly took out the trident.

The ghost clasped its hands together, held the trident with its sharp claws, and sprayed black smoke from its mouth.

The smoke wrapped around the trident and spread upwards, and the trident's light immediately dimmed.

Xiang Jingxing was startled, and after taking a closer look, it turned out that there were countless squirming insects hidden in the smoke, and those insects were gnawing at the spiritual power on the trident.

Xiang Jingxing made a move with his hand, trying to recall the three-piece halberd. Unexpectedly, the ghost opened its mouth and spat out a black ball.

The orb burst into black light and enveloped the trident, freezing it in place and unable to move.

Xiang Jingxing became anxious and commanded the corpse puppet to attack from behind.

Green flames swelled all over the corpse puppet's body, attacking the ghost.

The ghost was surrounded by black mist, protecting its entire body. Although the green flames of the corpse were strong, it was unable to break through the black mist surrounding the ghost.

On the other side, Han Hun had woken up from his dementia. Thinking of the situation just now, he broke into a cold sweat and his liver and gallbladder burst.

He also saw the ghost attacking Xiang Jingxing's spiritual weapon three times and five times. Seeing that the trident was crumbling, he wanted to help, but he was afraid that the ghost would turn around and attack him.

He weighed it in his mind and recalled the gold brick to protect his whole body. This gold brick was his only middle-grade spiritual weapon, which could be used both offensively and defensively. After following him for many years, he found it very handy.

He didn't want the gold brick to end up like the trident. He used the gold brick to protect his whole body, turned his left hand, took out a red sword, and pointed it at the sword. The sword rose in the wind and slashed at the black ball.

There was a "bang" sound, and the bead shook slightly, and the black light that enveloped the trident also swayed.

The trident took advantage of this and escaped from his control. Xiang Jingxing made a move and the trident returned to his hand.

Looking at the halberd again, it was white all over, and it was obviously very damaged.

The red broadsword slashed down again, and the black bead of light burst out, covering the broadsword and immediately immobilizing it, unable to move.

The ghost's figure flashed, and its sharp claws hit the broadsword. There was only a click sound. When the two collided, the broadsword had slight cracks. The ghost's claws struck again, and the broadsword shattered and fell to the ground.

Han Hun felt very distressed when he saw his sword shattered into pieces, and when he saw a ghost attacking him, he was so frightened that he suddenly retreated.

Xiang Jingxing took back his trident and pulled out a red iron scroll in his hand. The iron scroll increased to about ten feet and hit the ghost.

The ghost spit out a jet-black ball and repeated its old trick, fixing the iron scroll with light.

Xiang Jingxing made a spell, and the iron scroll slowly unfolded, and a girl in white clothes like snow walked out. She carried a long sword on her back and a jade hairpin inserted at an angle. She was quite independent and left behind.

The girl emerged from the iron scroll with the sword in her hand unsheathed. The powerful sword intent instantly filled the surrounding world, and countless snow-like sword lights struck the black ball.