Dragon Seal

Gong Liang's face turned pale.

The mahogany sword stained with essence and blood flew across the air, not hurting the enemy, but only drawing runes.A small formation with a diameter of several feet appeared on the side of the large formation. The small formation was covered with a layer of faint blood mist, but exuded a majestic meaning.The grieving ghosts, like sharks smelling blood, all left their original targets and rushed towards the small formation.The other parts of the formation are clear, like a hole has been opened at the bottom of the pool, and the whole pool of water rushes into the hole.

When they rushed forward, they were like hungry wolves, but after entering the small formation, they all showed confusion and stopped barking their teeth and claws.As soon as the small formation lit up, the blood mist in the formation coated Bai Ying's body, and it disappeared in an instant, making their translucent figures solidify.The resentment melted in these solid shadows, they seemed to have realized something, their faces were serene, they bowed their hands gratefully to Gongliang, and then disappeared into the air.

This change happened very quickly. At the same time, several resentful ghosts were nourished by blood essence, and re-entered reincarnation after being saved.However, there are too many resentful ghosts here, and the transparent figures are squeezed into a white mist, and they are only a drop in the bucket.The small array flickered continuously, and each flicker became a little lighter, and in a few moments it faded to only a colorless phantom.Gong Liangzhi bit his tongue again, and the next mouthful of blood sprayed directly onto Xiaozheng.

But after several times of back and forth, Gong Liang's face turned pale.

With the formula in his hand, he used the secret method, and his true energy soared, and even the lost blood was replenished in a short time.Gong Liangzhi vomited two mouthfuls of blood to stabilize the formation, kicked his legs, and his body rose into the air.Standing in mid-air, Wangjiacun was in sight. He saw the source of the evil energy at a glance, and his heart sank.The evil energy in the pond at the back of the mountain was so glued together that the ground could not be seen clearly, and Gong Liang felt that the talisman on Zhong Weizhao's body was also there.

Before he flew away towards Houshan, the evil spirit of Houshan had already come towards him.

Since the sudden change, Gongliang Zhiyun cast the supernatant manifest evil mantra, the spell runs in the eyes, and can see all kinds of evil delusions that are hard to see with the naked eye.At this time, he only glanced at the evil energy, and his eyes went black for a moment: countless chaotic evil thoughts were entangled in it, and thousands of evil energy from different sources flashed in an instant; There was a sense of exuberant joy in it.The extremely complicated and chaotic contents are compressed in this group of evil spirits that are no more than one person tall, unpredictable and chaotic. Ordinary people who can see this scene may immediately lose their minds.

Gong Liangzhi hastily lifted the evil spell of Shang Qing, but even so, his head still seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer.After such a delay, the cloud of evil energy had already reached not far away, and the black energy shot towards Wangjiacun like a spear.

The black spear directly hit the formation, and when the two collided, there was no sound, only the air violently vibrating.The black air shattered into hundreds of streaks, and got into the formation like a loach. The golden light was dim in the places it passed, as if it was covered with a layer of black mud.The villagers in the formation backed away in panic, watching the formation that was still rock-solid under the siege of Shiro Shadow shake after the blow from Shadow Shadow.

When Gong Liang finally settled down, his zhenqi surged suddenly, a small crystal-clear ruler flew out of his sleeve, swelled against the wind, and turned into a screen to protect the formation.

A sneer came from the black mist.

The voice was extremely weird, like the voices of thousands of men, women and children mixed together.As soon as the black mist made a sound, the resentful ghosts seemed to have found their backbone, and most of them stopped, no longer going to the small formation, but circling around the large formation.

Countless white shadows circled the villagers in the formation, with ferocious smiles on their faces, and their high and low laughter pierced the eardrums.Their eyes were fixed on the people in the formation, and none of them fell.The more blood a villager has on their hands, the more looks they get.Saburo was stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes, and the laughter in his ears became more and more wrong. It turned into a roar when a whip fell on the back of a stranger, into a cry when a shoe was kicked into the stomach of a white child, into a wail. Angrily scolding "give me back my life", it turned into a snicker——

"It's your turn".

Sanlang screamed, and rushed out of the formation without thinking.The formation blocked the ghosts, but not the living, and he ran out of the formation in a few steps.The black mist was like a hook, and it ripped him apart with a snap of his fingers.In such a thick Yin Qi, a gray shadow rose from Saburo's body, still in shock and pain.As soon as the Sanlang-faced ghost left its body, it was torn to pieces by the surrounding grieving ghosts.

Sanlang was not the only one who was recruited, more than a dozen people ran out of the formation in a blink of an eye, their deaths were horrific, and even their souls could not escape.Gong Liangzhi thought of something, and shouted: "Ghost call!"

Soi Ying paused for a moment. Given the gap between Gong Liang Zhi and its cultivation base, the power word technique couldn't work, but this opportunity was what the Taoist wanted.Taking advantage of this pause, the white jade ruler swishes into the formation, and the pure yang energy on the ruler connects with Gongliang.

Gong Liangzhi is good at setting up formations, but strictly speaking, the way of forming formations is not one of the great ways, it is just a "skill".Gong Liangzhi's original strength as a Taoist cultivator is still in the Qianyuan Zhenqi of Qiantian Valley.

Qianyuan Zhenqi is pure Yang in nature, although it is not violent, it is the most restrained against evil spirits and ghosts.The condensed true energy enveloped the formation, and the ghosts and ghosts would disperse at the touch of it, and the soul-stirring voice was completely isolated from the outside.The villagers in the formation regained their sanity and showed expressions of fear.The big formation exuded a brilliant halo, which was connected to Gongliangzhi. The Taoist priest stood in this brilliance, his eyes were piercing, and his spirit was restored.

"Qiantian Valley..." Gui Zhao hissed, "Using the Broken Jade Art for a few mortals? Well, well, ten breaths later, let's see what you can do to block me!"

"Ten breaths are enough!" Gong Liangzhi replied without fear, "The poor Dao Qiantian Gu Gongliangzhi, even if he can't take you in ten breaths, he can still get out of trouble with the clear water shuttle given by the master. Your Excellency wants to fight for a few mortals. Dry Sky Valley?"

While speaking, Gongliang's momentum rose, and the wind around him was churning, like a rain cloud accumulating thunder.The Qianyuan Zhenqi that was gathering momentum was able to shatter the black mist that filled the air, and he knew what kind of thunderous blow it would be when the general momentum was achieved.

Gui Zhao froze, hesitated for a moment, and finally flew away in the opposite direction.

He walked away with the newborn Yin Sha in his arms, and most of the evil spirit covering Wangjia Village dissipated, and the rest faded away like frost on the edge of a candle in a few breaths.As if the sun was rising, the night mist dissipated, and the grieving ghosts who had stopped moving after the ghosts had left were getting weaker and weaker, and the ghosts were once again separated from the human world at a faster speed than when they appeared.There seemed to be sighs in the air, and Gong Liangzhi stared at the direction Mo Xiu was going in motionless, his back straightened.

From the appearance of the ghost to the departure, it only took a few breaths from the beginning to the end, and the danger is difficult to describe in words.

"Master!"

There was a shout from a distance, and Wei Zhao ran towards Gongliangzhi with a few runes in his hands.There was an exclamation from the crowd, and behind the running ranger was a black beast about ten feet long, with a man in its mouth.As soon as the beast saw Gong Liangzhi, it turned around and ran away. After a few ups and downs, it disappeared into the dense forest.

Gong Liangzhi frowned, just as he wanted to stop him, he felt his blood churning, and the effect of the Broken Jade Art was about to pass.With a deep sigh in his heart, he retracted the white jade ruler, picked up Wei Zhao, and threw the mahogany sword towards the formation.

The wooden sword was inserted straight into the eye of the formation, and spontaneously ignited without fire. If there is another monk who is proficient in the formation, he will definitely sigh how exquisite this move is.There were two sets of formation materials at the beginning, sharing several nodes. Now, with the insertion of the mahogany sword, the world is reversed, and the evil spirit formation has been replaced by another formation.

"I can expel the temporary ghost, but as you can see, the grieving ghost has not left!" Gong Liangzhi said loudly to the surviving villagers, causing a panicked murmur, "From now on, you must sincerely repent, for Baizi who died unexpectedly. To build an ancestral hall and worship it from generation to generation, we must do more good deeds to make up for it, otherwise what happened today will definitely happen again!"

After speaking, Bai Yuchi rolled the two of them together and flew away from Wangjia Village.

The ranger froze there, as if he didn't understand why they were walking so fast.He exclaimed: "Master Dao, do you just let them go like this?"

Gong Liangzhi opened his mouth, his throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Qiantiangu Broken Jade Jue is famous in Kunhua. It can burst out its potential within ten breaths after it is activated, so that the beginners of foundation building can compete with the advanced ones, but after ten breaths, the user will lose all energy and blood, and even damage the foundation .Now that the ten breaths have passed, Bai Yuchi seemed to be drunk, drawing a meandering arc in the air, and barely landed safely in the forest not far away.The white halo receded, revealing Gong Liangzhi's face of the same color as Yuchi's.He raised a hand to stop the frightened ranger, took out the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Let's go down the mountain."

The Taoist licked his lower lip, but the blood on his tongue wiped away on his lips.The blood smeared on the two gray lips was dazzling red, like rouge rubbed from nowhere, and Wei Zhao's heart suddenly rose with unknown evil fire.He felt that the tired-looking Taoist priest in front of him was annoying no matter how he looked at him, and he wished he could grab the other person's neck, pry open his teeth, and suck the blood wasted on the scum by himself.

Wei Zhaoqiang suppressed this untimely thought, put on a worried face, and supported Gong Liangzhi to walk down the mountain.

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The surviving villagers continued to kowtow on the ground, shouting to the gods.

It took them a while to catch their breath, and they got up from the ground in shock.The chanting and crying in the crowd gradually subsided, and the villagers were so frightened that their eyes were numb, slowly awakening the joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, the sadness of losing relatives and friends, and the pain of reaping the fruits of self-sufficiency, and so on.

After experiencing such a catastrophe, when the survivors of Wangjia Village fully recover from their panic, some will repent and redeem their sins for the rest of their lives; Attempt to repeat the same trick.These are all things that could happen in the near future.However, the maze left by Gong Liangzhi hides the mountain village, which makes it impossible for Moxiu who left to return here. Passers-by from outside will no longer enter the village by mistake, and the villagers will also be trapped in the mountain. Only Wangjia Village Only after the grievances in his life have dissipated can he leave-maybe it will take several generations of hard work.

However, not for generations.

When the villagers were all relieved and were about to go home, a cloud of black mist emerged from the cracks in the ground.It didn't leave just now, but attached to the grieving ghost and hid in the formation.If there is a problem with one array material, the entire labyrinth will be flawed.

The villagers watched the black mist rise higher and higher in a daze, and then condensed a distorted smile, which was exactly the same as the grieving ghost who had just looked at them.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Finally, someone howled uncontrollably, and then the wailing and screaming rang out.The white shadows in the nether world watched the enemies fall apart with cold eyes. As their obsessions disappeared, these white shadows became weaker and weaker.Ghosts with evil intentions are naturally unable to reincarnate, but like the unjust souls who have been saved, they have happy smiles on their faces.

None of the villagers in Wangjia Village survived.

The author has something to say:

Regarding Gongliangzhi’s mentality when saving people, I’ll talk about it in the next chapter. Don’t let him explain it on the spot because he is still vomiting blood. XD Gongliangzhi will not let the villagers have another chance to do evil, but he will not sit idly by The villagers were killed, and the innocent souls became black because of the killings and could not reincarnate. He felt that this was a lose-lose.And Wei Zhao's mentality is that whoever hits me, I will hit him, and I will never lose money. At worst, I will kill you and I will die again. I feel that the bamboo horse is too holy.But if Zhuma wasn't such a person, he wouldn't have rescued Wei Zhao who was running on the road of blackening 2333

Regardless of good and evil morality, there is no difference between evil spirits and ghosts killing people. The seemingly suspicious demons are even more suspicious, and they are not fair.