Dragon Seal

The black mist enveloped Chizhu, like a spoonful of water being poured into a hot oil pan, evil spirits and blood energy surged into the sky in an instant.

The evaporated water vapor is as thick as a pot of porridge, and the mist is as white as the pool water once, and the mountains, forests and villages under the blue sky and white sun are all foggy like a ghost.The villagers who recovered their lives from the pool fled in all directions, screaming earth-shattering as they ran.I saw countless looming ghosts suddenly appearing on the empty road. These skinny white men used to be cattle and horses for the villagers.

With evil spirits and evil spirits, the human world and the ghost domain are connected. This mountain village, which was like a hell on earth, has finally fallen into the real world.

There were many ghosts in the village, and San Lang was so frightened that he lay behind the Taoist priest with his head in his arms.Gong Liangzhi held the mahogany sword and kept chanting, and threw the Liuren fishbone into the air, turning into a phantom of a big golden fish.Where the phantom swims past, the mist dissipates, all evils are eliminated, and the 36 clear qi are connected far away.Gong Liangzhi swiped his wooden sword and shouted softly, "Let's go!"

All the formation materials spontaneously ignited at the same time, separating a piece of pure land in the gradually thickening mist.The ghosts in the pure land were squeezed out, and the people who fled in hastily were unimpeded.The panicked villagers quickly discovered the doorway, and more than half of them hid in the formation.Many people bumped into the Taoist priest who was practicing in the center of the formation. They were afraid of ghosts and Taoist priests, so they stayed several meters away from Gongliang.

Gong Liangzhi's expression did not soften. He looked at the white shadows outside the formation, and the evil spirit blocked outside penetrated into them one by one, making their expressions change from dull to lively—to be precise, to ferocious and distorted.

Suddenly, a white shadow opened his throat and shouted: "Bitter——!"

The sound dragged on extremely long, like singing an opera, and was as shrill as a sharp awl piercing through an iron plate.The villagers who took refuge in the battle trembled and huddled together, hoping that the white shadow whose mouth was about to tear would shut up immediately.However, the sky was not as expected, that Bai Ying didn't shut up, but the surrounding Bai Ying howled wildly.

"I'm hungry--!"

"It hurts me—!"

"hatred--!"

The screams outside just now came from the villagers, but now the people's screams were completely covered by ghost cries.Sanlang scrambled to touch Gongliang's feet, hugged his leg, and broke his voice in fright: "There are ghosts! Daoist! Quickly drive away the ghosts!"

"A mortal man's hundred-year-old Wang Family Village can form a ghost formation with ghosts." Gong Liangzhi looked at the shadows covering the sky, gritted his teeth, and said, "Today is an eye-opener for the poor."

The white shadows came up layer by layer, sticking airtight outside the formation, like mosquitoes covered with a glass cover.Their pale faces were densely packed on the formation, flattened, and blurred, only their mouths that opened into a black hole were clearly visible.Only with a lot of resentment can one become a ghost. Ordinary ghosts should disperse after a hundred years at most. With so many ghosts, do they have so much resentment that they linger for hundreds of years, or are there so many resentful ghosts born in just a hundred years?

"Daoist! Daoist, please do me a favor!" Sanlang couldn't hear what he was saying, and wept bitterly, "Please subdue demons and demons! Save people! Save us!"

Probably seeing a familiar face in the white shadow, many villagers also ran towards Gong Liangzhi.Some of them wanted to pull the Taoist priest, some knelt down, and some imitated Saburo and wanted to hug their legs.Gong Liangzhi flicked his sleeves and brushed away all the surrounding villagers.

"All the people in this village love leisure, hate work, are ignorant and ugly, they enslave others and cannibalize each other!" Gong Liang said coldly, "You have raised Yin Sha from your own sins, and now, do you regret it?"

"I know I'm wrong!" The villagers shouted in disorder, urging the Taoist priest to drive away the ghosts.

Before Gong Liang could answer, his hairs stood on end, and he suddenly looked out of the formation.

I thought that the evil spirit in the end was raised again, and it was actually mixed with the magic cultivator's breath.But at this moment, Gongliang didn't have the time to think about it, the cries of the resentful souls stopped and sounded again.

"Hate!"

"I'm hungry!"

"It hurts!"

"Bitter!"

"kill----!!"

Murderous shouts sounded in unison, and the innocent soul who had been motionless just now moved.The villagers who failed to hide in the formation seemed to have fallen into a piranha pond, and were instantly eaten into skeletons by the swarming white shadows.Amidst the torn bones flying, the grieving ghosts began to continuously hit the formation, and the villagers in the formation were frightened out of their wits, and they all surrounded Gong Liangzhi.

Gongliangzhi let out a long sigh, knowing that this time he couldn't be kind.Even if he doesn't like the villagers, he can't just sit back and watch the ghosts kill people, let alone let Wei Zhao, who was taken away without knowing it, suffer. Those talismans won't last long.

He looked at the ghosts in the sky, bit his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood towards the wooden sword.

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Wei Zhao, who was worried by him, was fine.

He is like a fish in water in the thick evil spirit, and the black mist is constantly eating away at the red light on the red bead.Under the resentment and blood, there is still a trace of divinity in Chizhu's core, and that is what Wei Zhao wants most this time.In the book, due to his own inner demons and limited knowledge, the Laoshan Lord insisted on refining the bead left by the god into a blood evil bead. In Wei Zhao's view, it was completely violent.

Shinto monks who cultivate gods are different from those who cultivate immortals. The latter cultivate themselves, but the former have to borrow foreign things.Shinto monks rely on sacrificing others to improve their own beliefs. As long as they enter the sect, they don't need to improve their own physical cultivation, nor do they need to temper their minds. As long as there are more and more believers, their cultivation will also increase.Shinto can be said to be the most free way, but success depends on people and failure also depends on people. A monk who can only rely on other people's thoughts to be promoted is destined to be beaten to death by faith and other Shinto powers.Over time, many enemies were made, and the monks who did not want to be enslaved and restricted finally united and lifted the Shinto monks who were fighting among themselves from the altar.

The evil way Wei Zhao practiced has a little similarity with the divine way.

Xuanbingyuan swallowed half of Wei Zhao's dragon body and gave him half of the world's evil thoughts. Now he is half-life, half-dead, half-dragon, and half-ghost. All the cultivation methods available to dragon, Taoist and ghost cultivators can't be used, and can only be counted as two halves.As for the half of the living dragon body, the villain in "Catching the Dragon" has already given a treatment method: to repair the abandoned body of the real dragon into a complete body of Yazi, which is more lethal than the real dragon.For the other half that is a mess, Wei Zhao in the book is only used to arouse other people's demons, but now Wei Zhao has a better way to deal with it.

Evil thoughts in the world lead the hearts of the people in the world, what else is more suitable for cultivating the divine way?

Shinto seeks nothing but the human heart. Worship is faith, and so is awe; love is faith, and so is hatred.Evil thoughts in the world are originally opposite to all positive emotions. Therefore, the more others are afraid of and hate Wei Zhao, the more evil thoughts and resentments in the world will be, and the stronger Wei Zhao's devilish energy will be.

In the entire Kunhua world, there is only this legacy of a Shinto monk with a surviving divinity.With it, Wei Zhao can get the benefits of the Shinto monks without having to follow the Shinto path himself. He is bound to get this thing.

Chi Zhu finally used up the last bit of strength, and the black mist got in, like sucking snails, and sucked out everything in it.The newly born Yin Sha has lost its core, like a stove that has been extinguished, and the boiling white shadow seems to be calming down.Wei Zhao injected his devilish energy into it without hesitation, and the ghost who had calmed down for a moment immediately let out a long howl, his eyes turned red, and he had changed from a wailing soul to a fierce ghost who could eat human flesh and blood. .

"That makes sense," Wei Zhao said with a smile, "What's the point of crying and shouting? Instead of handing it over to the unreliable God, of course I should avenge myself."

The sounds of killing in Wang's Village were loud, and the howls full of hatred could make people shudder, but Wei Zhao only felt happy.He could hear evil thoughts and resentment. The cries that flowed into Xuanbingyuan from Wangjia Village for the past ten years made his brain ache, and the voice that was a hundred times louder since entering the village made Wei Zhao feel that he was not entering. The slaughter of the village in one second is truly commendable.

He came here to hunt for treasure, and he got the treasure; he came here to repay his kindness, and he repaid Laoshan Lord's kindness; now all that remains is to seek revenge.Wei Zhao bears the hatred of the whole world under Xuanbingyuan, their hatred is his hatred, their enemy is his enemy—sometimes Wei Zhao does not know how much of this hatred belongs to him, but when things come to an end, Who the hell cares?

Ruyi Villa buys and sells mortals and monks, and countless innocent souls are created under the pious skin.

A certain mountain village trades women and children, a certain mountain village drowns a baby girl, and a certain mountain village abducts a strong man into slavery, sacrifices to gods, and cannibals.

When is the time for retribution?I killed my enemy, and then I killed those who would regard me as an enemy for this, and that's all.Wei Zhao is not interested in doing justice for the sky, he only wants to take revenge, and his enemies are everywhere.The body of Yazi must be forged by killing, and the way of evil gods must be proved by destroying the world.This terrible world will always be crushed by him, and all souls will be wiped out. It is nothing more than a matter of priority.

Suddenly, a golden light pierced through the evil spirit from bottom to top, and a large white shadow slowly melted like snow under the sun.

Orthodox monks exorcised ghosts first and then soldiers, trying to save them, but failed to disperse the unconvincing ghosts.Moxiu prefers to take ghosts as servants, or forcibly refine ghosts.This golden light is not one of the two, it is not very powerful, let alone very profound, but rather rare.After all, there are not many monks who are willing to sacrifice their own blood to send Li Gui into reincarnation.

There is only one Taoist cultivator in Wangjia Village.

Wei Zhao's brows twitched, and he cursed "a dog takes a mouse".He calculated that Gongliang couldn't bear to wipe out the ghosts in the village directly, so he deliberately incited the ghosts to stop him, so that he would have enough time to pack up and run away.I never thought that after ten years of absence, Gong Liang has become so stupid that he actually wants to use his blood essence to save all ghosts.Dao Xin is broken, is the brain also broken?

Moxiu's face was cloudy and uncertain for a while, and he put down the half-digested beads with a very bad complexion, and began to restrain the magic energy.