Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

"Keep your voice down, what is smoking? Isn't this just an ordinary will-o'-the-wisp?" Qing Shenye pushed Pei Junchen, "Have you ever been to the cemetery?"

Pei Junchen yelled again: "Fu Guilan! You're not here yet! Where are you planting flowers?"

The surrounding disciples were attracted by Pei Junchen's shouts, and surrounded him one after another.

"Young Master Pei, don't be afraid, it's a will-o'-the-wisp. It's usually found in cemeteries." A Taoist disciple stepped forward and said.

Pei Junchen took two steps back, pointed to the black air with blue light coming out from the ground, and said, "I've seen ghost fires, have you ever seen black ghost fires? It doesn't look normal, okay?" "

Qing Chenye stepped forward and pulled Pei Junchen, telling him to stop howling, it was really unseemly.But before he said a word, not only one of the graves on Pei Junchen's side started to steam, but also the surrounding graves.

Naturally, the graves of the Qi family in the south also started.

Fu Guilan and Yan Xubai walked towards Pei Junchen under the restrained light around them.

Pei Junchen said: "What the hell is this? It's a mess, it's so disgusting."

Qing Shen Ye said: "It's a ghost fire."

Those two are still fighting.It's not true if the disciples around you persuade me, and it's not true if you don't persuade me.

"These are really will-o'-the-wisps?" Pei Junchen tried to slap a ball that floated to his side, but unexpectedly, it shattered and turned into smoke.

"Resentment." Yan Xubai whispered, and let go of his sleeves.

Fu Guilan also stood beside him, "It looks like a will-o'-the-wisp, but this cemetery has been destroyed and turned into a murderous tomb, and no will-o'-the-wisps can grow."

Qing Shen Ye said: "Then these things can't be kept."

Fu Guilan said: "So we have to break up quickly. Just now, Mr. Yan looked around and guessed that there must be rotting corpses and evil spirits breaking out of the ground in less than an hour. These resentments are just waiting to be eaten by them. "

Pei Junchen said, "Ah? Is it so serious?"

Before he could finish his words, a cloud of resentment floated from one or two hundred graves, large and small, in the cemetery.

The surrounding disciples saw these things just floating in the air quietly, without any attacking movements.

Qingchen Ye said: "Go to work, whether it is serious or not, let's break up first." He summoned the long halberd Biyue, Qing Shenye poured spiritual energy into his hand, and a spiritual energy ball was formed, once the long halberd was turned, the air ball exploded In an instant, a lot of resentment dissipated into fog.

There was also a lot of mud splashed.

"Cough! Cough!" Pei Junchen took a mouthful of smoke and coughed unceasingly, "You can't say anything before you do it!"

Qingshen Yeshi made a second move, but Fu Guilan suddenly said: "It's too late." He pinched the tactic in his hand, and his tone was urgent and severe, and he shouted to the disciples around: "Quickly end the battle!" !"

The disciples didn't understand what was going to happen, but when they heard that Fu Guilan asked them to form an formation, they did not say a word, and the movements of their hands were much faster than when they were restrained before.

Suddenly, bursts of neighing sounded, all over the sky and on the ground.It's still the kind that makes people feel hairy when they hear it. It seems to be quite far away at first, but then gradually the voice becomes louder and closer.

Pei Junchen didn't cough just now, but was startled by the hissing around him again: "Where did this come from?"

"Under our feet." Yan Xubai had summoned Wuyou in his hands at some point, and the snow-white sword body gave off a faint cold light.

There was a wave of unrest and another wave, cracks began to appear on the ground under Yan Xubai's feet, something was about to break through the ground, Yan Xubai staggered and almost fell down.

Fu Guilan beside him quickly put away the technique in her hand, turned around to support Yan Xubai who was about to fall, and quickly went to the nearby flat ground.

"Fu Guilan! There is no good place to stand in this cemetery. What should we do?" Pei Junchen's voice came from the air.

Looking up, Pei Junchen was already in the void with his sword.

Qing Chenye raised his head and shouted to Pei Junchen: "Although the ground quaked and broke, it's not to the point where there is no place to stand. It's too much for you to leave the ground with your sword."

Apart from where Yan Xubai was standing just now, cracks began to appear in the surrounding ground, and the tombs also tended to break open.

"Mr. Fu, what should we do now?" The dojo disciples gathered around one after another, asking in a hurry.

Gradually, something came out of the newly cracked ground.This time it was not resentment, but a corpse!No, to be precise, it is a corpse that has been decomposing for a long time!

More than a dozen humanoid figures emerged from the ground, all wet and rotten. The previous resentment began to stick to these rotting corpses and quickly merged.

The rotten corpse staggered and roared, but it didn't get close to the living people in the cemetery, it just wandered around, and the resentment flowed towards the rotten corpse as if consciously.

"Dispel the grievances first! These grievances are evil spirits!" Yan Xubai suddenly thought of something, and shouted to the people around him.

Fu Guilan didn't say much, poured spiritual energy into his hand, and turned it into an air blade, throwing it at the resentment of the dead soul.

The others followed closely behind, either holding their swords or gathering spiritual energy and began to strike.

Yan Xubai drew out Wuyou, quickly entered the spiritual energy, drew out the sword and began to draw the sword.

"Fu Guilan, there are too many grievances, and I can't beat them at all. You should give me a better way." Pei Junchen shouted at Fu Guilan while waving his sword.

"You might as well say a few words less and do more work." Qing Chenye held a long halberd to Biyue, and the tip of the halberd shot out a cloud of spiritual energy, which exploded and instantly blew up a lot of resentment.

Although everyone was trying their best to disperse, they still couldn't keep up with the absorption speed of the rotten corpse.

"It's impossible." Yan Xubai felt that the rotten corpse had gradually begun to emit resentment, and turned his head and said to Fu Guilan.

These rotting corpses have absorbed enough, as if they have become conscious.

"Mr. Yan, do you also feel that something is wrong?" Fu Guilan said to Yan Xubai, a qi blade was thrown out, and the shock was scattered a lot.

"These rotting corpses, can you still see the patterns on their clothes?"

"can."

"Aren't they all in black clothes, and their heads are also wrapped in black cloth?"

"Yes."

"These are the corpses of tomb robbers! I thought these rotting corpses would be the bones of ordinary people in the cemetery. What did you see. But the current situation, I'm afraid it was like this more than ten days ago. The grave guard has never been in the cemetery!" Yan Xubai said eagerly.

After hearing Yan Xubai's words, Fu Guilan recalled what he had heard during the day, which was what the waiter said about Zhou Sui, "It's Zhou Sui!"

Yan Xubai was still being supported, his right hand rested on Fu Guilan's arm, and he tightened unconsciously: "It's her. That day Qi Changyi was killed by a tomb robber, and then a dozen tomb robbers disappeared inexplicably. Five days later, Zhou Sui died, and then there was an evil neighing sound from the cemetery."

"It really wasn't a coincidence. But what method did Zhou Sui use to trap the resentful souls of so many people here? Extract the souls and trap them in the fierce tomb. After that, after the yang qi recedes every day, the resentful souls return to their bodies, When the sky shines, the soul and body will return to the soil. Such repeated reincarnation...even if the soul is full of resentment, the body will not stop when the body turns into bones."

After he finished speaking, Yan Xubai's expression became uneasy. He knew that according to the current trend, all the living things in the cemetery would become like this group of rotting corpses, with their souls trapped forever and their bodies as white as bones.

"Jiayuandao's trapping soul technique." Fu Guilan couldn't help frowning, her eyes dimmed a lot, "Using one's own soul as a sacrifice, stealing the souls of others, trapped in a place where spiritual energy is stagnant, like this Fierce tomb."

Yan Xubai was about to say something more when he heard the sound of disciples fighting with swords from around him.

It turned out that a few of the dozen or so rotting corpses had already started attacking the disciples of the dojo, and more and more rotting corpses had stopped eating and turned to attack living people.

Fu Guilan said: "The matter of Zhou Sui still needs to be explained to the suzerain. The immediate priority is to get rid of these things in front of us first."

Yan Xubai nodded and said, "Okay."

"Young Master Yan, help me. Clear a space for me to come out."

Without thinking too much, Yan Xubai lifted the Qidu sword, and the Wuyou sword continuously resonated with the sword energy, and the Sword Sword Jue sent the sword energy to the carrion, and after a while, he cleared as much space as possible for Fu Guilan.The rotting corpse that kept falling and getting up again and again was beaten back by him over and over again.

Fu Guilan stood still on the open space, drew a large amount of spiritual energy from the sea of ​​air, gathered it in his palm, and waved his hand, the spiritual energy scattered in the air, and quickly condensed into a transparent blue unicorn.This unicorn is about the height of a person, but it is a bit unreal because of the fusion of spiritual energy, but if you look closely, you will find that the fur on the back of the unicorn is the kind with distinct roots.

Yan Xubai could only feel the aura surging, although he couldn't see what was in front of him, but he still knew that Fu Guilan must have summoned an extraordinary spirit servant, so he couldn't help blurting out: "Sir, you..."

The surrounding disciples were still fighting with the rotting corpses, and did not notice Fu Guilan's side.

Seeing a unicorn suddenly appearing here, Qing Chenye immediately flew over and asked Fu Guilan, "Didn't you say that it hasn't been repaired yet, so will there be any problems if you use it rashly?"

Fu Guilan shook his head, just spent a lot of spiritual energy to paint this painting god, and being in such a noisy and dangerous environment, he was dizzy for a while, calmed down a little, and said: "It's okay, but I can't paint it yet. If the god points his forehead, he can only make him look for the breath to attack, and he must not be approached by the rotting corpse later, if it is stained with the rotten corpse's breath, the painting god will not be able to distinguish it."

Yan Xubai said: "Since that's the case, otherwise call all the disciples back now, the painting god is responsible for the rotting corpse, and we will go to dispel the grievances."

Fu Guilan nodded.

"Brothers and sisters, don't get entangled with the rotting corpse! Come back quickly, dispel the resentment of the dead soul, and don't let it take shape." Qing Shenye shouted to the surrounding disciples.For a while, the disciples of the dojo moved away one after another, instead of fighting with the rotting corpses, they retreated to Fu Guilan's side.

But the rotten corpse also moved in the same direction following the breath of the living.

In the distance, Pei Junchen was still fighting, and he slashed at the carrion in front of him with his sword. The arm of the carrion flew to the distance in an instant, and the carrion was also enraged, and it roared to the sky.

"I'm so sick of you, my lord, why is it so hard to deal with, you can't kill it no matter how you cut it." Pei Junchen was only thinking about how to subdue this rotting corpse with a severed arm, and he didn't notice that Qing Chenye was calling him back.

Fu Guilan made a sword formula with his right hand, and put his left hand behind his back. Standing on the spot, he chanted a mantra to draw a breath of dead souls around him.Fu Guilan circulated his spiritual energy, pointed the sword formula in the air, and drew a word "bro" with the resentment of the dead soul in his hand, pushing it towards the body of the painting god.

"Looking for breath and destroying the gods! Break!" Fu Guilan yelled.

Fu Guilan is urging the animation god here. The animation god looks like a unicorn, with a lion's body and a lion's head, and his behavior is no different from that of a spirit beast.

The god of painting, who was originally standing still, immediately moved into action.They pounced on the gathered carrion corpses, and with a roar, they frightened the monsters, and some of them even stopped attacking and stopped marching.These rotting corpses were nothing more than cattail ants in front of the painting god, and they were easily shocked to the ground.

Just when these rotting corpses were about to be dealt with, a soft call came from a corner of the cemetery.

"mother."