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He refused to let go of the humble ghost cultivator, and continued to beat him: "You ghost cultivator is dishonest, you obviously have a fourth-level cultivation, and you pretend to be a third-level cultivator in front of this old man, and you pretend to be like that. The old man has no eyesight?"

The old man was almost scared out of sweat, and his figure disappeared into the air in a flash, leaving behind a cloud of black air.

Can't afford to offend, he can only hide.

Chapter 869

"Don't go, don't go, stay and talk to the old man."

You Mengchang is a more cunning existence than the old ghost. He had been prepared for a long time, and he smiled and stretched out his hand to keep him. The ghost figure that disappeared reappeared in the air, only deviated by seven or eight feet.

The old man was wrapped in two strands of black light, he struggled a few times in embarrassment, seeing that the black light was like maggots on the tarsus, he couldn't get rid of it for a while, he subdued and shouted: "Forgive me, my little old man really has unavoidable difficulties, I dare not lie Shangxian, please accept the supernatural powers, and let the little old man speak slowly." "That's right, don't toast or eat fine wine, the old man has a good temper now."

Yumengchang can't deal with fifth-order weapon spirits, and it's more than enough to deal with an old ghost with a slightly worse cultivation base than him. His supernatural ability originally restrains ghosts, and he can feed on ghosts and demons. The light disappeared.

Let's see what kind of tricks the old ghost is playing with him?

Zhang Wenfeng looked at it with a smile, and didn't make a sound to disturb You Lao's Yaxing. The old man is a very strange and rare existence. Not only does he have a deeply hidden mountain god's incense on him, but also a trace of hidden merit. Merit canopy, it is difficult to detect abnormalities.

He was guessing how the old ghost did it?

Is it because he accumulated countless sinful virtues when he was a mountain god, or did he gain recognition for his great achievements in this secret realm?

The old man slowly tidied up his messy robe and hair bun, and suddenly a small drum appeared in his hand. There was a protruding human face on the black drum, and a small and ancient dragon was carved on the drum body, as if wriggling and hovering, and the scales emitted black light.

The strange human face on the drum suddenly opened its dark eyes.

"Dong" sounded a dull drum, and the mountains rustled.

You Mengchang's phantom was fixed by an invisible light from those eyes, and it immediately turned into nothing, leaving no black energy left.

Zhang Wenfeng was taken aback. What the other party took out was a small heaven and earth heavy weapon. What was even more weird was that it could be proficiently driven by its fourth-order cultivation base. A bronze brilliance appeared on his body to protect him, as if he had been slammed into it by an invisible giant force. After a while, the blue light flashed, and it drifted back into the air involuntarily, reciting scriptures silently, washing away the influence of another gloomy light emitted by those eyes.

"Candle Yin Drum...Stop!"

Yumengchang's surprised cry came from the air.

He was worried that the temple master would make a move. Even though the old ghost's cultivation base was only fourth level, but with Xiaotiandi's heavy weapon in his hand, and his good luck, it would be impossible to kill him easily. He didn't want to have a falling out with the old ghost.

Almost at the same time, Chen Qingqiao, who was frowning and muttering "Mo Shu, Mountain God" in the distance, saw the black snare drum appearing in the old man's hand, and shouted with a sudden look on his face: "Stop! My own people."

Lu Zijin next to him hiccupped, and Gui Fudo looked at each other, watching Chen Qingqiao charge over there.

How could this ghostly place involve its own people?

The two monsters suspected that the gentle-looking and honest old Chen wanted to deceive the old ghost?They pretended too much, Lao Chen and the old woman cooperated with the cunning old man You, trying to deal with the old ghost without any bloodshed.They are their own.

A bronze fish-patterned talisman appeared in Zhang Wenfeng's hand. He was not going to use swordsmanship and the mantra of the Liujia Secret Blessing Curse. It was too powerful and would definitely hurt people. He wanted to use the fish-patterned talisman to frighten the old man holding a human-faced drum. The other party caught up and questioned again.

He was very surprised when he heard the two yelling at the same time, why did the old ghost become his own?A thick, pitch-black ghost aura rushed out from below, wrapping the old man who looked back in doubt, and quickly rolled towards the canyon. There were bursts of ghostly howls from the direction of the valley bottom, forming a unique resonance, as if trying to intimidate The foreign monk above.

A black light spread from the valley to the foot of the mountain, and quickly spread in all directions, activating a certain formation of the mountain.

"Wait, I'm... Fu Quan!"

Chen Qingqiao flew over, shouted loudly, dancing and gesticulating a few weird formulas.The black air falling towards the bottom of the valley stopped suddenly, and the old man with a vague face floated out of the black air with a black snare drum in his hand. He raised his head to look at Chen Qingqiao who was slowly approaching, and suddenly asked a question in a strange language.

Chen Qingqiao stammered: "I... I have forgotten a lot of past events... Wait, let me think about it."

It's been too long since he searched for the memory fragments he had forgotten. He didn't want the past life of the remnant soul to affect his practice in this life. Except for the skills and spiritual powers and practice experience, he rarely actively touched them. He planned to advance to the sixth level. To completely clear away the remnants of the remnant soul, it was the name and the black small drum that touched the strings in his heart and made him inexplicably excited. This is the hometown of the remnant soul from the previous life.

The images of long-term memories flowed intermittently, and he fell into deep thought.

The old ghost named Mo Shu caressed the black drum on the face, and waited quietly, without disturbing the young Taoist priest who was more than a hundred feet away.

The black light spreading from the foot of the mountain for more than ten miles stopped, and the howling of ghosts at the bottom of the valley also stopped.

The phantom of You Mengchang appeared beside Guanzhu Zhang who was two miles away, and he said via voice transmission: "That old ghost is the Shuling Mountain God and the last protector of this secret realm, but he is not the one I know. That old guy who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger made a fool of himself." He deduced a lot of useful information from what he observed with the old ghost.Zhang Wenfeng noticed that You Lao was in a much lighter mood, so he asked via voice transmission, "Mo Shu knows how to get out?"

"As the asylum, the old ghost is in charge of the Candle Yin Drum. He gathers all the dead souls and spends time creating a ghost domain. He is not full of food. There is a very slim chance of reincarnation, and the merits in his body are also derived from this, he is a guy with great perseverance worthy of admiration."

It's rare for You Mengchang to say good things about a person, and he usually ignores, slanders, and is acrimonious.

Complimenting Lu Zijin as Lord Donkey is nothing more than teasing each other.

Zhang Wenfeng understood, You Lao wanted to cooperate with the asylum here, and said via voice transmission: "Chen Guanzhu's previous life is similar to this place, which is good news."

"Yes, it was a surprise. The old man just sent some words to Chen Guanzhu, asking him to find a way to win the trust of the old ghost. It is good for everyone to be able to cooperate with each other. The old ghost is very vigilant, for this place Tens of thousands of living and dead souls, guarding against weapon spirits changing and murdering, can do anything."

You Mengchang waved his hands at Luzijin and Guifu who were slowly flying towards him, signaling to the two demons to watch the fun from a distance, and don't come over to make the old ghost feel pressured.

In extraordinary times, there is one more way and one more way to survive.

Chen Guanzhu, who was at the bottom, communicated with the old man with stumbling and weird language, and gestures. After a long while, he cupped his hands in the air to reassure the watching people, and then stretched out his hand to greet the old man, chatting and laughing with the old man. I went to the bottom of the deep valley.

"It's done!"

You Meng said with a voice transmission.

Chapter 870 Promise 800 years late

In the spare time of waiting under the night sky, the restless Lu Zijin chatted with Gui Fudo, his ideas were wild and unconstrained.

"Old Turtle, you said that there is only such a large surviving place left in the secret realm, is it true that most of the treasures and resources are concentrated here?"

Gui Fudo glanced at the familiar donkey, wondering what bad things this guy is trying to do?

He thought about it seriously, and said via voice transmission: "The deterioration of the environment of the secret realm to collapse did not happen overnight, it was gradually accumulated over hundreds of years and thousands of years. It stands to reason that the treasures and resources of various forces will slowly flow here, and all that remains It’s the essence they don’t need.” Seeing the burly man smiling like a thief, Kame Fudo asked via voice transmission: “You don’t want to rob them, do you?”

This black guy doesn't look like a kind person.

Lu Zijin wiped off the saliva from the corners of his mouth, restrained his smile, and denied it righteously: "Old Gui, you have looked down on me from the crack of the door. My Lu Zijin has a good way of making money, how could I do such a bad thing as robbery?" Leaning closer Some, voice transmission said: "Old Gui, how about we join forces to do business with the old ghosts at the bottom of the canyon? It's a business that can make money without losing money."

Kame Fudo was not interested in doing business, so he said via voice transmission: "Don't make trouble, don't you worry that we won't be able to get out?"

"Hey, what's there to worry about? The sky is falling and the temple master and Mr. You are supporting them. They're full of ideas... What are we worrying about? Hey, do you really want to get rich? Opportunities are rare, if it weren't for Xiao Ni'er is asleep, and such a good thing is not your turn."

Lu Zijin was a little dissatisfied, and the old turtle was not happy at all.

Thinking of collaborating with the heroic and money-loving little Ni'er to do business, it's a hit and miss.

"Tell me how to do it first?"

Gui Fudo glanced at Zhang Guanzhu and Xu Ying who were discussing things through audio transmission. He remained cautious and did not agree to it. He didn't want to do business at all. He just wanted to escape this old life and live longer. The longer he lived, the more he felt that he hadn't lived enough.

"Let me tell you carefully, there are many types of business. There are stealing, taking advantage of others, and making trouble. What we want to do is to send charcoal in a timely manner, and it is a unique business..." Lu Zijin displayed the business experience he had learned. , He spoke with great enthusiasm.

About half an hour later, Chen Qingqiao flew alone from the bottom of the canyon below.

The flickering black light at the foot of the mountain disappeared long ago, and the cottages and caves where people lived had faint lights and depressing noises. The entire silent mountain seemed to come alive in the darkness, with the chirping of night insects.

"In my previous life, my name was Fu Quan, and I was a monk in Yanyuan Secret Realm. About 900 years ago, Daoist Mo Shu, the protector, discovered that there was an irreversible problem in the secret realm. He called the top experts in the secret realm to find a solution. Decided to awaken the guardian of the passage at all costs, that is, the spirit of the Wanzhuan Corridor.”

Chen Qingqiao tells a tragic story full of twists and turns in the enchantment of the small world arranged by Zhang Guanzhu.

More than 5000 years ago, the Yanyuan Secret Realm sank into the bottom of the sea along with the Cangling Continent. The Wanzhuan corridor connecting the secret realm was damaged, and the spirits fell into a deep sleep. Thousands of mortals living in the secret realm were affected by natural disasters, causing heavy casualties. The passage to the outside world was cut off, and the monks almost went crazy, and they were in chaos for a while.

Later, the Shuling Mountain God discovered that he could send the souls of mortals and monks into the underworld to reincarnate through practice, which was another way for the desperate monks to survive, and the chaos gradually subsided.

For this reason, the lineage of the Shuling Mountain God was awarded the title of Venerable Sanctuary.

900 years ago, Mo Shu discovered that the reincarnation path of the dead souls leading to the underworld was completely cut off, and the secret realm had already shown signs of collapse. In desperation, he started the cruel method of blood sacrifice to nourish the sleeping spirits. After more than ten years of practice, dozens of Tens of thousands of prisoners and mortals died, and the spirits of artifacts that had been sleeping for thousands of years and almost restored were awakened.

Qi Ling was worried that the human beings in the secret realm would leave, and would collapse faster after losing popularity, and refused to open the channel to let the monks and mortals trapped in the secret realm go, instead asking for more blood food.After several years of negotiations, the two sides reached an agreement with the oath of heaven. Qi Ling agreed to send three masters from the secret realm to ask for help from the outside world through the Wanzhuan corridor, and the secret realm paid tens of thousands of mortal lives and blood sacrifices for this.

In Chen Qingqiao's previous life, he was the most powerful master among them, with a fifth-order late stage

Xiuwei.

The cultivation resources in the secret territory are relatively scarce compared to the outside world, and the aura is not as good. No one has cultivated to the sixth level for thousands of years.

The three masters entered the Wanzhuan Corridor, and were trapped in the darkness by Qi Ling for more than 170 years. At the end of the tide of aura, Qi Ling captured the three fallen monks one by one, and erased some memories with magic powers. Release the three of them separately, let them be captured and go to Duxian Island to fend for themselves, fulfilling the promise with insidious means.

The mountain gods and monks who were waiting in the secret realm couldn't wait for a response for hundreds of years, until Chen Qingqiao wanted to enter the secret realm as though obsessed with obsession.

After the story was told, there was a long silence in the dark.

Lu Zijin broke the silence and asked, "Old Chen, who are you now?"

"I'm Chen Qingqiao, I live for myself." Chen Qingqiao said without hesitation, he didn't want to bear the obsession of his previous life, but he was already in a desperate situation, and added, "If you can get rid of the predicament of Yanyuan Secret Realm, please do your best Help."

Zhang Wenfeng returned the salute, and said with a smile: "We are in the same boat, and we will tide over the difficulties together. Don't say polite words to your own people."

You Mengchang voice transmission: "Monastery Lord, the guys in the secret realm are cruel and ruthless in order to survive. They sacrificed blood to hundreds of thousands of mortals without blinking their eyes. We have to guard against them, including Chen Qingqiao. Don't do it for others. Made a wedding dress."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

No matter how tragic other people's stories are, he still maintains the vigilance of "defense against others is indispensable".

Chatted with Chen Qingqiao for a while, and discussed a charter with You Lao Chuanyin, and was about to fly to the top of the mountain, and sat down with Mo Shu to discuss major cooperation matters, and shrill laughter came from the air. "Fellow Daoist Mo Shu, I have fulfilled my original promise. Fu Chuan has reincarnated and brought you outside assistance. When will you fulfill the treasure you promised me?"

Mo Shu's emotionless voice came from the top of the mountain: "Fellow Taoist Wanlan is clever in calculation, and Mo admires it. When the time comes, Mo will fulfill his promise and present the treasure, and will not be a villain." In your 20 years, Wan's patience is limited, so he can't wait too long."

Qi Ling put down the ultimatum, and warned again: "The little carp I have my eyes on, I believe you will not do stupid things like destroying the city wall."

If it is possible to use human hands to harvest the small carp, it will save a lot of trouble.

He used the fragments of weak water rules to plant the secret art of soul pulling on the little carp, so he didn't worry about his soul running away.

Zhang Wenfeng put away the barrier, heyed twice, ignored the insidious and cunning Qi Ling who was provoking trouble, and flew towards the top of the mountain.

Gui Fudo, who fell behind, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Guanzhu Zhang, I don't like excitement, so I won't go up."

You Mengchang smiled and warned: "Guy Daoist Gui, pay attention to safety, don't run far away."

Lu Zijin said "What?" and saw that the spectator had already flown away. Looking back, he saw that the old turtle had also run away. He hurriedly chased towards the top of the mountain. They are not fuel-efficient lamps, and business is hard to do.

On the high main peak, there is an ancient temple with a long history built on the side of the mountain. On the plaque, there are a few ancient words in gold on a black background: Shudun Mountain Temple.

Mo Shu led the four mountain gods who were wrapped airtightly, came down from the bluestone steps, cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, the four gods are ill, and I dare not show my appearance to surprise all the distinguished guests, please forgive me!"

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists and said politely, walked towards the side hall while exchanging greetings.

You Mengchang explained via sound transmission: "The four mountain gods' bodies cannot receive enough incense and incense. Affected by this world, their cultivation base is not enough to maintain, and they are falling into the direction of ghosts. This kind of pain has caused them to suffer. gone."

The mountain gods who can persist until today were powerful existences hundreds of years ago.It's a pity that the collapse of the secret realm was irreversible, and the gods who guarded one side were implicated and suffered a great crime.

Chapter 871 Scarlet Merit, Take Your Own Life as Your Mission

"Over the past ten years, Fellow Daoist Wan Lan sent his subordinates to transform into foreign monks, or Fu Quan and the three of them came to the Shuling Mountains four times in an attempt to get away with it. I don't want to let go of any chance. Talking to each other will cause quite a disturbance every time.”

Mo Zhu, whose face was blurred and lingering in blackness, explained a few words briefly, and apologized: "I offended you a lot earlier, and it's really a last resort to invite Guanzhu Zhang and Youdao friend Haihan."

He practiced the ghost way with the body of a mountain god, and with the mountain top and the small ghost domain as his support, he had some unique skills, and he was able to escape safely when he fell into the hands of the illusion monk twice.

Seeing that the number of monks coming this time was far more than the previous few times, he took the trouble to come out for interviews again, which could be regarded as letting them wait for real foreign monks and his own people sent out before.Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands in return, and said with a smile: "It's a small misunderstanding, let's let it go, don't bring it up again."

No wonder the mortals and monks living in the cottages and caves are full of fear and hatred for their arrival, and the root cause is still Qi Ling.

The side hall of the temple is quite large, and the layout is old. It can be seen that it has not been taken care of for many years. There is a faint shabby atmosphere that no one lives in. The paint on the doors and windows is seriously peeled off. clean up.

Lu Zijin tasted all the low-grade spiritual fruits and seasonal wild fruits on the table, and he didn't let go of each one.

Trapped in the dark place for more than ten years, all the drinks and spiritual fruits prepared in the Nawu space were eaten by him in his boring time. The old man You had many bad ideas and was very wary. He has long been invulnerable to all poisons, so try it, and you can satisfy your appetite.Who told him that even if he is successful in cultivation, he still enjoys this one bite of food?

The host and guest in the side hall chatted happily, after the cutscene, Mo Shu turned the topic to the serious matter of how to get out, within the temple and the canyon, their conversation could be overheard by Qi Ling, and they could speak freely.

"I originally had two ways to get out of this predicament. One is to open the gate of ghosts and go to the Nether Realm. Unfortunately, the secret realm is about to collapse. It is impossible to go to the Nether Realm at this time. The second is to wait until the secret realm collapses. body, while the cage is loose, cast spells and escape into the ghost realm to escape, but the danger is not small, I wonder if fellow Daoist Mo has other methods, tell us about it and we can discuss it together?"

Zhang Wenfeng threw bricks to attract jade, and looked at the old man sitting on the left.

Mo Shu pondered and said: "Guanzhu Zhang, the method you proposed overlaps with the method I thought of. Before the secret realm was about to collapse, I used candle-yin drums to collect all the dead souls and ghost cultivators, and fought for my life with the four mountain gods. With [-]% of the power of the candle yin drum, they tried their best to break through a passage and escape to the human world, so as to gain a chance for them to enter the reincarnation of the underworld. After all, Yin Drum is not a haunted area, and they won't be able to stay in it for long."

You Mengchang interjected: "How many of you want to burn your soul?"

Other than this method, he really couldn't think of a few people how to stimulate [-]% of the power of the Candle Yin Drum, and finally understood the intention of Mo Shu and the four mountain gods to endure pain to preserve the bodies of the mountain gods under such circumstances.

A mountain god wrapped in a black robe sitting at the bottom, with his back straightened, said: "The duty of guardianship has to be done."

Another female mountain god said in a low voice: "The relatives and relatives of disciples and disciples are all among them, and they will fight for a chance to enter reincarnation for them, regardless of their own afterlife."

Chen Qingqiao and the other two mountain gods sat upright in silence.

Lu Zijin also stopped tasting the fruit, it sounded so pitiful, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Zhang Wenfeng and You Lao looked at each other, exchanged glances, and said with a smile, "We can open up our hearts and have a chat and cooperate. I don't know how many dead souls and ghost cultivators are currently accommodated in the small ghost town under the canyon?"

Mo Shu said with a heavy voice, "There are tens of millions."

He was worried that he would not be able to take away all the dead souls. There were too many of them. In fact, most of the dead souls had turned into unconscious ghost energy due to the long time, and the only ones left were those with powerful souls, or souls that were nearly a hundred years old.

You Mengchang was surprised: "So many? Could it be that the entire Shuling Mountains have been hollowed out?" Mo Shu smiled wryly: "It has already been hollowed out, and it took 200 years to expand the ghost domain.