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After discovering the strangeness of the corpses in the hanging coffins, Yan Shixun immediately took the opportunity of looking for Nan Tian to lift up all the hanging coffins as footholds one by one to check the dead bodies inside.

Then Yan Shixun discovered that not all the corpses in the hanging coffin were as fresh as Liu Ming, as if they were still alive.

In more hanging coffins, the dead bodies have already weathered into a handful of dead bones.

No flesh left.

If there is one thing in common among all the hanging coffins, it is that every corpse holds a bouquet of chrysanthemums in their hands.

The only difference is that even the chrysanthemums held by the corpses that seem to be alive like Liu Ming are alive.But among the bone claws of those withered bones, there were only a few dry and withered flower stems left.

Withered bones and dried flowers, in the hanging coffin, they looked up at the sky with their hollow and dark eye sockets, as if longing for the belated freedom.

Yan Shixun quietly looked at the skull's eye sockets for a moment, then sighed, and set aside the coffin lid that was intended to be closed, letting the flowing mountain wind blow in.

The dried flowers tightly held in the skinny bone claws instantly weathered into a handful of dust and scattered with the wind.

Yan Shixun didn't realize that there was something wrong with these hanging coffins that only had skeletons left, until he saw familiar clothing fragments on one of the skeletons in the hanging coffin.

He once saw similar styles and colors in a group photo.

Group photo of hikers.

According to the leader of the hiking team, all members of the hiking team died. Even if there were a few remaining members in the upper reaches of Changshou Village, they left before the festival and never returned.

The difference between the two suddenly became clear.

Those corpses that look like living people are indeed still alive in the Changshou Village upstream.And those who have only a handful of bones left, have experienced two deaths, and have completely disappeared in the village.

Because the skeleton has rotted to the point that there is no trace of flesh and blood left, and there is nothing else to prove his identity, Yan Shixun has no way of knowing that the skeleton of the hanging coffin was once a member of the hiking team. his specific identity.

However, Yan Shixun was stunned when he bent down and wanted to pick up the remaining cloth on the skeleton for inspection.

... In the dark eye sockets, a line of blood and tears flowed slowly.

The soul of this skeleton is still trapped in it!

Yan Shixun's gentle brows and eyes sharpened in an instant, and he pinched his hands immediately to pull the soul out of the bones.

Normally, after a person dies, the soul will no longer stay in the body, but will be taken away by the ghost, go to the underworld to be judged, and then go to the next life or stay in hell to be punished.

Although there are also a few souls who stay in the world due to resentment or obsession, or lose their direction, so they fail to leave smoothly, they should not continue to exist in the body.

But when Yan Shixun was about to pull out the soul, he was shocked again.

The soul is firmly trapped in the bones, and it is not because of its own will that it continues to stay, but the original body has become a cage, making it impossible for the soul to even leave.

After the spell took effect, Yan Shixun could clearly see in his vision that the broken and incomplete soul was like a candle in the wind, so weak that it would fly away at any time.

The ribs and skeletons formed an impenetrable prison, so that even if the group of remnants struggled desperately, they could not break through the bones and take a step, let alone leave the hanging coffin, or be lured away by a ghost.

However, right in the center of the mass of souls, a very thin and faint golden thread attracted Yan Shixun's attention.

The golden thread is connected to the dried flower in the skeleton's hand, just like the root of the flower.

Although the chrysanthemum had withered long ago, the golden thread remained tenaciously, passing through the pale ribs and soul all the way down, and sinking into the bottom of the coffin.

At the same time, it is like a nail, firmly nailing the soul to the coffin.

Yan Shixun tried to reach out to touch the golden thread, as soon as he got close, the golden thread was like a beast that smelled blood, and it rushed over instantly, wanting to plunge into Yan Shixun's fingers fiercely, swallowing eat flesh and blood.

However, at the next moment, another slender palm stretched out, and the golden thread was brushed away fiercely, and then Yan Shixun's hand was tightly held in the palm.

Ye Li's long eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked at the golden thread sharply and harshly, because he was unhappy because it wanted to hurt Yan Shixun.

As if the golden thread had touched a flame, it started to burn quickly. In the cold mountain wind, it quickly burned to nothing but a handful of ashes, which dispersed with the wind.

The mass of remnant souls trapped in the bones also burned violently.

Yan Shixun was taken aback for a moment, and then wanted to rush over to snatch the soul from the flames.

But Ye Li wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, stopping his movements.

"Shi Xun."

Ye Li's deep voice came: "He had already died many years ago, and even his soul was wiped out from the world. Feng doesn't even have his name."

"You can't save him."

Ye Li sighed softly in Yan Shixun's ear: "His soul has already collapsed, what you see is just the last obsession left by him before he died, it is so incomplete, as long as it leaves this coffin , it will disappear immediately.”

"He has been trapped in a small coffin for too long, let him die completely, so that he can rest in peace."

Ye Li's palm wrapped Yan Shixun's hand, and he touched some bones and flesh from the air until only a skeleton was left: "He will thank you for this."

As expected, Yan Shixun saw that the bones that were still bleeding with blood and tears seemed to be smiling at this moment, the ferocity before was gone, and even the breath that came from it was as soft as a spring breeze.

The teeth and jaws of the skeleton opened and closed, making a "clack" sound, as if saying to Yan Shixun and Ye Li——

Thank you.

In the next second, the mountain wind blew, and the whole skeleton was turned into powder, blown away with the wind.

The coffin was empty, except for a piece of clothing left, which was gently fluttered by the mountain wind.

Yan Shixun slowly straightened up in Ye Li's arms, and his eyes followed the direction where the powder was blown away, gradually becoming cold and angry.

"Master... Nan Heye, he uses everyone as nourishment, even dead souls."

Yan Shixun gritted his teeth to restrain his anger: "Is this his so-called plan!"

Ye Li lowered his eyes, and said softly: "Nan Heye's purpose has never been to make life happy as he said, what he wants is to become a god."

"Shi Xun, do you know that under the Dao, there are many differences among the gods?"

Recalling the past, Ye Li's eyes gradually darkened.

"Some gods are raised by nature, they are gods born in the Dao, and some are born because of their prestige in life, and the living people hope that they can become gods, so they become gods after death."

"However, some... rely on their own strength to defeat the heaven and the earth and even suppress the Dao, so they become gods."

"Nanhe also wanted to become a god with fame decades ago. The villages near Nanming Mountain all regarded him as a god and worshiped him every year. But even so, his power was still too weak, so Nanhe also decided to Hitting a stranger, I want to use my soul to explore the Dao."

"However, because of Mistress Nancun, his plan failed."

Ye Li said indifferently: "Nanhe also thought about starting over from the beginning, but 20 years ago, I completely blocked this road. So later, he wanted to use the last method."

"—Suppress the Dao to become a god."

Yan Shixun pondered: "So he was in a dream before, so he wanted to attack me?"

Ye Li nodded, with a tinge of sarcasm in his long and narrow eyes: "Even if he borrowed the power of the origin of heaven and earth in his soul, Nanhe is still not qualified, and heaven and earth do not recognize his existence. After all, in order to escape from my eyes, he has already Erase his own name, along with any evidence of its existence."

"Even because of the accumulation of thousands of lives, he poses a real threat to the Heaven and Earth Dao. But as far as he is concerned, he is nothing more than a cloud of dirty air to the world."

"If Shi Xun is willing to help him, the world will really have nothing to do with him. It's a pity."

Ye Li sneered: "It's just wishful thinking."

Yan Shixun's eyes darkened: "During the dream, in order to win me over, Master, under my deliberate questioning and guidance, said that this ceremony is the most critical one, and also said that he has grasped the Dao."

"Now it seems that he just wants to use this Winter Solstice Festival to completely integrate with Dao, and even suppress Dao."

"And the last power..."

Yan Shixun turned his gaze to the villager carrying the lantern on the mountain road, and said in a deep voice: "Since he failed Nan Grandma for the first time, then this last attempt, Tai Chi Yin-Yang cycle, can help him become a god, I am afraid it is Nan Tian. "

After all, Nan Tian is originally the blood lineage of Grandma Nan.

If it wasn't for the accident in Nancun that year, Grandma Nan despised the village but also worried about Nantian, so she sent him out of the village, Nantian might become the next master of Nancun.

In a cycle of cause and effect, Grandma Nan suppressed Shigong back then. Now, Grandma can only regain the power he lost because of Grandma Nan.

Yan Shixun took one last look at the empty hanging coffin, then firmly grasped the protrusion of the mountain wall with his palm, jumped up, and landed firmly on the coffin on the villagers' shoulders.

Even if the coffin shook, it did not affect Yan Shixun's stability at all.

He raised his head and looked at the winding pale light belts of the lantern-carrying villagers in front of him.

Since Shigong ran away from the dream because he was afraid of Ye Li, and he already knew that Ye Li had discovered his existence, and he was in Nanming Mountain, then out of fear of Ye Li and panic about the failure of the plan, Shigong would definitely try his best The method is to gain strength as soon as possible, even if you can't compete with Ye Li temporarily, you will speed up the speed of the Winter Solstice Festival, and complete the last step before Ye Li finds you.

Then become a god.

Even suppress the avenue.

Only at that time, Shigong will no longer be afraid of Yeli.

If it is out of such an idea, what will the Master do?

Where would Nan Tian be placed by him so that he would feel safe and not be interrupted?

Yan Shixun frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his gaze, and shot straight at the end of the spiraling mountain road.

The main peak of Nanming Mountain is steep and dangerous, almost a pillar straight up and down. Even if there are sacrifices every year for many years, there is only a narrow mountain road.

Although Yan Shixun didn't know the specific form of the Winter Solstice Festival, such a mountain road was not suitable for holding sacrifices no matter how you looked at it.

However, there is only one place where the terrain is different from other places.

Near the top of Nanming Mountain, there is a huge defect, like a natural platform.

Just like the hanging coffins that Yan Shixun had seen before, those hanging coffins would use the original terrain to place the coffins to prevent the hanging coffins from falling off the cliff.

And that depression, no matter what Shigong wants to do, is more suitable for maneuvering than the narrow mountain road.

If Shigong wants to get back from Nantian the power lost because of Grandma Nan as soon as possible, maybe Shigong will put Nantian close to the place where the sacrifice is held, so that he can compress the time as much as possible, before Ye Li finds him finish everything.

If you look at it this way... Maybe Nantian is at the forefront of the village team.

Although it is also possible, Shigong was cautious to avoid being found by Ye Li, and mixed Nan Tian in the huge group of coffins, making it impossible for Yan Shixun to find him quickly.

However, Yan Shixun decided to gamble on the master's urgency.

——Did caution gain the upper hand, or did greed become a god sooner, occupying the master's reason.

Moreover, although Yan Shixun couldn't see the situation behind the mountain because the mountain road circled up the mountain, the direction of the coffin-carrying villagers was clearly heading towards the sunken platform.

The lamps in their hands not only illuminated the mountain road, but also acted as road signs guiding Yan Shixun, allowing him to see their direction clearly.

After making a decision, Yan Shixun immediately stepped forward and rushed forward.

Yan Shixun's slender figure was agile and light, and every time he landed, he precisely controlled the coffin.

The narrow mountain road that was originally occupied by the villagers now became a passage under his feet, leading straight to the front of the team.

The movement of the villagers to lift the coffin shook slightly, but it was not affected by the sudden extra weight.

However, the pale lanterns held by some villagers were extinguished due to slight shaking.

On the natural depression on the opposite mountain wall, Master suddenly sensed something, and raised his head in panic to look into the distance.

He saw that the light strips that were originally connected to form a long dragon had black spots at intervals.

Master was startled, and a subtle panic seized him.

Because Yan Shixun's speed was too fast, he didn't stay on each coffin for too long. The rapid speed even produced afterimages, which merged with the mountain wall through the darkness. If you couldn't look carefully, you would think it was nothing but is part of the darkness.

And after Shigong was seriously injured by Ye Li, his control over Nanming Mountain also began to decline, so he couldn't see Yan Shixun.

However, because Shigong had already grasped the Dao before and vaguely perceived the heaven and earth from it, so at this time, he can also vaguely perceive...

The existence he has always feared the most is coming to him.

Master's breathing suddenly became rapid, he hurriedly lowered his head, looked at the coffin placed at his feet, bent down quickly and shook his hands to open the coffin.

However, Ye Li's blow in the dream did injure Master very badly. He almost gave up all his flesh and blood in order to escape Ye Li in a panic.

Just like 20 years ago, Shigong gave up life and death and his name, and assimilated himself with the vegetation in the mountains, so he was able to escape.

However, this also created a more serious problem-

The only remaining human skin of Master Shigong began to rot because of Ye Li's remaining power on him.

Holes of different sizes began to be corroded on the originally intact skin, as if it had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, making a "sizzling la la" sound, which looked extremely terrifying in the empty and dead mountain.

And Shigong's movements were also severely restricted, just the simple movement of bending down consumed his meager strength, which seemed extremely strenuous.

He couldn't even lift the coffin.

The coffin where Nan Tian was held was already covered with yellow chrysanthemums.

Large areas of chrysanthemum patterns automatically appeared on the wooden planks, and began to spread around with the small sounds, occupying the entire coffin in the blink of an eye, wrapping the coffin tightly like a spider web, with no possibility of escape.

The golden silk thread extends along the wooden board, and finally sinks into the wooden board.

They are like aerial roots of plants, floating gently in mid-air.And where the golden threads gather, the yellow chrysanthemums bloom extraordinarily gorgeously, swaying gently with the wind.

When Shigong stretched out his hand, those chrysanthemums leaned closer and rubbed Shigong's hand with only human skin like a small animal.At the moment of contact, the master's palm began to plump visible to the naked eye, and it was no longer as soft and squishy as a deflated balloon.

But Shigong tried several times, but he didn't know whether it was because he was too flustered, or his remaining strength could no longer support him to make such a move, but he failed to lift the coffin.

Seeing that the chrysanthemums on the coffin were beginning to wither and curl up, the master was so anxious that he couldn't help but looked up to the side.

"Ayu, come here!"

The master hurriedly called to the people next to him.

A thin figure almost merged with the shadow beside the boulder depression.

It wasn't until the master called her that the girl came out timidly from the shadows.

She raised her head and looked at Shigong in fear, then quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

If Yan Shixun were here, he would be surprised to find that this girl is the younger sister he saw when he first entered Changshou Village.

It's just that, different from what he saw, the younger sister was not as lively and cute as he saw, but timid as if she had been scared out of her wits.

The elder sister who was also standing silently not far away had a flash of unbearable in her eyes.

There is also the anger towards the master that was suppressed in the eyes but did not dare to show it blatantly.

However, the younger sister, Ayu, did not dare to disobey her master, so she could only lick her lips that had lost all color due to fear, hesitated several times before moving forward, trying to delay the approaching coffin as much as possible Same time.

Master can't wait long ago.

At this time, he also tore away the gentle and merciful side that pretended to be a god, and yelled at the girl sharply: "Hurry up!"

Ayu was trembling with fright at the shout, and hurriedly walked towards the coffin.

When she squatted down and was about to reach out to touch the coffin, she raised her head and looked at Shigong as if she wanted to beg for mercy, as if she wanted to make Shigong change his mind.

But the master couldn't see Ayu at all, and he focused all his attention on Nan Tian who was in the coffin.

In fact, the original Winter Solstice Festival is far more complicated than simply taking power like this, but it is also more able to communicate with the world because of the complicated rituals, and get more power because of the soul of a living person who travels through life and death.

However, because he vaguely felt that the evil ghost and ghosts and gods were approaching him, so the master also went all out and ignored it.

The top priority is no longer the complete completion of the goal.

Master doesn't want what happened 20 years ago to happen again.

That feeling of being weak and powerless, only shivering in front of the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth... He didn't want to experience it again.

A ruthless look flashed in Shigong's eyes, and his grim and distorted face was full of hatred for Ye Li and Yan Shixun.

If it weren't for those two, he could have completed the Winter Solstice Festival with better preparation.

Although he was very surprised by the appearance of the descendants of the witch, his original plan was to use this winter solstice festival to complete the final cycle of power.

Just like a fish jumping into a dragon.

After breaking through the last barrier, there will be nobody and nothing!could hurt him again.

He will use all his life to become a true god.

However, because of the persecution of those two—especially the ignorant evil ghost, he had no choice but to choose the offspring of the witch in such embarrassment. To him, it seemed like a sign of shame because of his weakness.

Master bitterly thought, after he finished everything, first of all, let those two try the pain of being trapped between life and death forever, if they can't survive, they can't survive.

Under the gaze of the master, Ayu approached the coffin with trembling hands.

She has seen every sacrifice in the past, so she knows what will happen when people other than Shigong get close to these monster chrysanthemums.

Those people have turned into dead bones, and they are still in the hanging coffins on the cliff below. Their souls are forever trapped in the corpses and cannot leave.

She doesn't want to be like that, she, she still wants to go outside the mountain to have a look, and last time, the proprietress outside the mountain has agreed to bring her new clothes when she goes this time, she doesn't want to...

"What are you waiting for, Ayu!"

The master noticed Ayu's hesitation, he bent down angrily, and stretched out his palm that barely recovered to normal: "Or, you also have a different heart?"

Ayu was so frightened that she cried, desperately trying to defend herself.

She didn't want herself to become one of those corpses. She had seen the people killed by Master with her own eyes, so she was full of fear of death.

Just then, a calm voice came from behind.

"Master, Ayu is timid, she can't do well with her clumsy hands, so let me do it."

The elder sister stepped out of the shadow with a calm expression and appeared in the master's field of vision.

Master turned his head to look, his face softened because of his sister's understanding.

"It's not in vain that I spared your sisters' lives, and kept you by my side all these years. Alan, you are a good boy."

The elder sister saluted the master calmly: "Yes, our two sisters dare not forget the kindness of the master."

It's just that when she lowered her head, her sister's eyes were angry and unwilling.

But for the sake of her sister's life, she could only temporarily suppress her ups and downs, force herself to keep calm and walk towards the coffin, pushing her sister away from the coffin.

"elder sister……"

The younger sister felt relieved, but she still looked at her elder sister worriedly, feeling uneasy and guilty.

Her sister gave her a brief reassuring smile, then crouched down, took a deep breath, and stretched her palms towards the coffin.

The moment my sister's flesh touched the coffin, the patterns that had covered the coffin began to swim towards where she was, and the golden threads floating in the air, like a beast smelling blood, quickly rushed towards my sister's palm, ruthlessly firmly rooted in it.

Vitality was continuously sent from the elder sister to those chrysanthemums, making the flowers bloom more beautifully, but the elder sister snorted, her complexion turned pale, and the blood faded away.

The younger sister was holding on to the corner of her clothes tightly, almost crying out of anxiety.

However, the teacher was watching them from the sidelines, and the younger sister dared not do anything.

The heavy coffin was slowly lifted in the hands of my sister, and there was a heavy and piercing "creak!" sound.

The moment the coffin was lifted, a large amount of life's breath leaked out from the gap.

The master's eyes were tinged with excitement, and he stretched out his trembling hands, as if he had seen the moment when he became a god.

Pleasure and excitement filled his heart. Before the ultimate temptation, he broke his original cautiousness and let his aura leak out for a moment.

After the elder sister resisted the pain and opened the coffin, her eyes widened instantly when she saw the person lying in the coffin.

——What this person is holding in his hand is actually the fabric she gave out in the village before!

Did the person who said he was leaving the village happen to be the chosen sacrifice?

At that moment, my sister's heart was almost filled with despair.

She still thought that at least she saved one person, so she didn't... Couldn't she even resist because of unwillingness in the end?

But soon, my sister discovered that the person's face seemed to be different from what she saw in the village, and her clothes were also different.

If you look carefully, this person looks like the face of the corpse of the Nancun witch she once saw.

An absurd guess emerged in my sister's mind.

Could it be that the sorceress who died under the master's hands back then, does she still have descendants?

Does this mean that Nanming Mountain may still be saved?

The elder sister, who was originally desperate, had a glimmer of hope because of the vague similarity between Nan Tian and Nan Grandma's facial features.

And in the distance, Ye Li raised his eyes at the moment when the master leaked his breath, and his eyes shot directly at the direction of the breath like lightning.

found it.

The sinful soul who gave up everything and hid for many years... is on the opposite side.

After locking the position of Master Shigong, Ye Li quickly moved towards Yan Shixun. He stretched out his long arms, wrapped around Yan Shixun's thin waist, hugged him in his arms, and then fell from the coffin on the mountain road to the person next to him. Wanzhang cliff.

The air blowing up from below blew past Yan Shixun's ears, and the strong wind almost made him unable to open his eyes.

Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li in astonishment: "What are you doing?"

"Before, I couldn't determine the direction of Nan Heye, so I didn't use my strength to prevent him from escaping again. However."

Ye Li's eyes were cold and sharp: "Now, he can't escape."

Black mist diffused below Yeli, quickly sweeping across the entire valley.

If the fog had any substance, it would fill the original abyss into flat ground, and Ye Li galloped across it with Yan Shixun in his arms, shrinking the ground into inches, and reached the other side from the cliff on one side almost instantly.

Even though it was far away in the darkness, Ye Li's sharp gaze was still firmly fixed on the natural groove formed by the mountain peak.

There, there was a figure that Ye Li hated.

Master also seemed to feel something, he was about to reach out to Nan Tian's hand who was sleeping in the coffin, he raised his head and looked forward, then his eyes narrowed into dots.

It's like a nightmare from 20 years ago.

The faces of ghosts and gods are chilling, the aura around them is horrified and heavy, and the wind brought by them sweeps in, as sharp as a blade, and even the hard rocks are cut with deep marks, and the gravel rolls down cliff.

20 years ago, ghosts and gods were like this too, after he killed Nancun witch, they came to him.

The power formed a net, making it impossible for him to escape.

Master even thought that he died again.

But he soon came back to his senses, the survival instinct prevailed, panicked but kept moving into the coffin, the whole skin that lost flesh and blood wanted to wrap Nan Tian's sleeping unconscious body.

However, the one who also saw Ye Li was her sister who was next to the coffin.

She has been paying attention to Shigong's movements, unwilling to find his flaws, and doesn't want to die like this.

But she soon discovered that Shigong actually stopped his movements and looked towards the cliff next to him.

Ever since the pair of abandoned babies were brought back to Nanming Mountain by the master, my sister has never seen the master lose his composure in such a frightened manner since she was a child.

She couldn't help but looked sideways in confusion.

My sister didn't know Ye Li, nor did she know that it was a ghost.Growing up in Nanming Mountain since she was a child, dealing with the dead made her sister numb to the difference between life and death, unable to distinguish the difference between human beings, gods and ghosts.

However, my sister recognized Yan Shixun in Ye Li's arms at a glance.

She remembered very clearly that it was this person who showed kindness to her two sisters in the village and wanted to take her sister out of Nanming Mountain.

Perhaps, this person can help her and her younger sister to defeat Shigong...

My sister is not sure.

But feeling the passing of vitality in her body, and seeing the master next to her who made her hate and fear, she finally gritted her teeth and made a decision.

She's going to die anyway, so what are you afraid of!

She has been afraid for more than ten years, even when she resisted, she was cautious and concealed, she only dared to send the woven fabrics to the outside of the mountain secretly, trying to let those people leave alive, but always ended in failure.

Now, for the sake of her sister's life, she should fight again!

The elder sister's eyes were determined instantly.

Just when the master was eager to rush to the coffin, my sister suddenly let go of her hand and quickly closed the coffin again.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the coffin closed instantly.

The master bumped into the outside of the coffin, and was in vain.

He was stunned at first, then realized something, and quickly looked to the side angrily: "Alan, you!"

The older sister's face was pale, but she raised her lips and sneered: "Go, die—old monster!"

The master's gaze changed from disbelief to fury, he stretched out his hand and vigorously pushed his sister away from where she was, roaring and desperately trying to open the coffin again.

The weak elder sister was powerless to resist, so she could only fly out with her strength, rushing straight out of the boulder, falling down the cliff like a wounded chick.

The younger sister exclaimed, and rushed over heart-piercingly: "Sister!"

But even this short moment of delay was enough for Ye Li to gallop over from afar.

The thick mist enveloped everything, and the pale lights were faintly visible on the mountain road. The entire Nanming Mountain, together with the entire surrounding world, entered Ye Li's perception instantly.

Nanming Mountain, which was originally isolated from heaven and earth because of being controlled by the master, has returned to the control of ghosts and gods, and heaven and earth are watching here.

The power made the surroundings airtight, and Yeli isolated all life and death from the black mist, eliminating the possibility of any re-occurrence of what happened 20 years ago.

For this reason, all things within the fog-shrouded area were stripped of life and death in an instant.

The villagers who carried the coffin on the mountain road, the corpses in the coffin, the hanging coffin on the cliff, and even the pair of sisters...except for Yan Shixun who was not affected by the power of Ye Li in his meridians, everyone lost their hearts in an instant. awareness.

Including the members of the program group and the rescue team in Changshou Village far downstream, even those elderly people in the village who lived so long and healthy seemed to have been drained of all their lives. One moment they were still talking, and the next moment they were limp. fell to the ground.

Those carrion corpses that were attacking the program crew and the rescue team looked like punctured water polo, with flesh and blood exploding in all directions, leaving only a piece of human skin falling down to cover the boneless flesh and blood.

Longevity Village, which was still in an anxious and bitter battle before, became quiet in an instant.

In the entire Nanming Mountain, there was a dead silence.

Only because Lu Xingxing, who temporarily gained Yeli's power, still stood in place when everyone was helpless.

The cold mountain wind blows from Changshou Village, which has been turned into a battlefield, and blows away the bloody smell of rotting corpses, bringing a bit of coolness, and calms down Lu Xingxing, who was originally red-eyed from killing rotten corpses.

Lu Xingxing's body was covered with the flesh and blood of the rotting corpse, and even his hair was soaked in the stench.

He held the long stick that he used as a weapon in his hand, and looked at the surrounding black mist in confusion, not knowing what happened.

However, the power swimming in his meridians adapted well to the black mist, and even vaguely felt like a puppy seeing its master.

——Of course it's Lu Xingxing's own personal feelings.

Lu Xingxing blinked his blood-stained and heavy eyelashes, and suddenly realized something.

"Fuck..." He murmured in disbelief, "Could it be that my aunt did something?"

Lu Xingxing couldn't say how frightened he was at the moment, and even felt terrified of Ye Li's identity. He couldn't imagine how strong Ye Li had to be to reach this point.

However, after a short period of sluggishness, Lu Xingxing quickly came to his senses, and hurriedly squatted down to check everyone's breath.

Then he discovered to his horror——

Except for him, everyone lost their breathing and pulse, as if they were dead.

But they didn't die, and the vitality still existed in their bodies.

It was as if everyone's life and death were suspended at this moment.

Neither life nor death.

Just like the old people in Changshou Village, no matter whether it is the boundary of life or death, they cannot be found.

Lu Xingxing was anxious for a moment at first, and then he realized that the teacher and aunt would not kill everyone.

Even though he was afraid of Ye Li, he believed in Yan Shixun even more. With his uncle around, everyone should be fine.

So, Lu Xingxing rubbed his chin on the battlefield to think for a moment, then happily bent down and snatched the butcher knife from an old man.

Then, he happily raised his sword and fell on the suspended battlefield.

"Pfft!"

The audience in front of the camera on the main screen watched everyone fall to the ground, and they were horrified: [What happened?Could it be that everyone is dead? ! ! ]

[Lu Xingxing? ? ?what is he doingAhhhhh! ! ]

……

Master didn't know what happened in Changshou Village downstream.

He was isolated from the control of the entire Nanming Mountain, and even the vitality that had been continuously supported by the chrysanthemum as a medium, allowing him to survive after being seriously injured, was blocked.

At this time, Shigong is like a seriously ill old man who needs expensive medicines and machines to maintain his life. His complexion fades in an instant, and his originally shiny skin begins to quickly become wrinkled, becoming hideous and terrifying, and he can no longer maintain his previous immortal posture.

He lay dead on the coffin, unwilling to give up, trying hard to regain the strength from Nan Tian's soul, while raising his eyes, his eyes were blood red and looked forward with resentment.

"You actually did this."

Master's voice was hoarse and bitter: "What's the difference between you and me? Ghosts and gods, ha! Aren't they also stepping on those living people? Why doesn't the world recognize me, but instead recognizes you!"

Ye Li lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Master with cold disgust.

Da Dao was with him at this time, and the world looked down at the tiny ants, with a heavy power.

"You once escaped by life and death."

Ye Li said in a deep voice, "This time, there is no way for you to avoid it."