The group of people walked together towards the place where the ghost spirit was the strongest, trying to contact the scattered disciples as they walked, and rescued two more waves of disciples in the scattered small rooms.

But unfortunately, the Qingyuan sect is probably more impulsive, and has always used the sword as a knife to attack evil spirits. As a result, a room was divided into several disciples.

The ghost puppet was completely transformed, its lethality increased several times, causing serious casualties, and only one person survived.

In contrast, although all the disciples of Xuanyun Mountain were injured, there were no casualties, and they were more stable and calm. A group of people walked through the long corridor in the house, and no longer met the separated disciples, nor did they meet again. I don’t know where they will come from.

A living puppet that jumped out.

Some of the people whose hands and feet they had cut off along the way were still squirming on the ground like insects, crawling towards them, but most of them were extremely slow and posed no threat.

In the entire ghost world, the wails gradually weakened. They left the house from the back, but still did not see the other lost disciples. The runes for communication between the sects were invalid, but the ghostly atmosphere in the empty courtyard in the back room became more and more intense.

It was so dense that no trace of skylight could be seen. The densest place was a rockery in the backyard. Mu Liang poured more spiritual power into the Qionglin Sword, but it only illuminated a small area in front of it.

"Any ghost who cultivates into the world must have the eyes of the ghost world," Mu Liang's voice was as steady as ever, and he had the ability to soothe people's hearts. He swung the shining Qionglin Sword in the direction of the rockery that was full of ghost aura.

, so that everyone behind could see clearly, and then said, "If my prediction is correct, this is the Eye of the Ghost Realm, and the missing disciples must be inside it. To save them, they must enter it."

Mu Liang said, "But this must be the most dangerous place in the ghost world. Entering the injured people is tantamount to death," he said, and glanced at Feng Ruqing, who was standing beside him silently, eyes filled with tears.

The warm light flashed away, and then he looked at Chi Cheng, "Young Master, you are injured too seriously. You must find a way to break the boundary immediately and go out for treatment."

Chi Cheng's face was pale, which was already a sign of excessive blood loss, but after Feng Ruqing let go of him, he stood upright with his back. If you didn't see the blood still gurgling on his shoulders, you would have thought that he was not seriously injured, but in fact he was not seriously injured.

But he is holding on.

Even if he holds on, at such an age and with such a noble status as a young master, one can still see his mental toughness at such an extraordinary moment. Without the element of fighting spirit between the two sects at first sight, Chi Cheng is really quite capable of swordsmanship.

Cultivation of character.

Mu Liang continued, "Now that the communication runes between you and me are invalid, this ghost cultivator can become a world. It is by no means an ordinary human soul ghost cultivator, and it is not something that you and I can deal with. We even sent a message for help.

If you don’t go back, the consequences of wasting it like this will be disastrous.”

"You take the injured disciple and stay outside this realm. After I bring people in, try to contain the ghost cultivator. When it is overwhelmed and the ghost realm loosens, you immediately take the opportunity to break through the realm and lead the disciple to rush out. Don't stop fighting.

, send the distress message as soon as possible,”

Mu Liang's face was solemn, and Chi Cheng was solemn as never before, "Whether we can bring in reinforcements and whether the disciples can escape from the ghost world alive depends entirely on the young master."

These words lifted Chi Cheng to the sky. If Mu Liang usually held him up and spoke like this, he would have accepted them all with an arrogant smile. But now, the number of ghost cultivator puppets coming from outside the world is very limited. Mu Liang leads

When a person breaks into the World Eye and restrains the ghost cultivator for him, asking him to stay outside the World Eye and run away to fetch reinforcements, this is special care for him. For the sword cultivator, this is no different than escaping from the battlefield!

But when these words were spoken by Mu Liang, it made people feel as if the matter of escaping and asking for help was the most serious one. Chi Cheng disagreed in his heart and felt very depressed. He was not a girl. Qingyuanmen had always been

There was no way to retreat! But under Mu Liang's solemn request, he moved his lips, not knowing how to refuse.

If they charge in together, the combined efforts of many people may not be able to kill the ghost cultivator, but Chi Cheng also knows that the casualties will be heavy, so what Mu Liang said is the best way.

His pale face showed some unnatural redness because of this situation where he wanted to say but couldn't, and wanted to refuse but couldn't. However, under Mu Liang's expectant gaze, he finally nodded.

In the end, the injured disciples stayed outside the world's eye, and the Xuanyunshan disciples who were at a slightly lower level were also left outside the world's eye by Mu Liang, and he solemnly told them that if the ghost world is loose, they must use the three yuan seal to attack the sect as soon as possible.

Ask for help.

A group of injured and low-level disciples gathered together and watched Mu Liang lead less than ten people into the world. Feng Ruqing was also among them. Of course, it was not because she was strong, but because she was too weak.

It is not easy to break the ghost world and send news out. Mu Liang is not worried about leaving her outside the world. He needs to keep her by his side to protect him at all times to feel at ease.

The rockery still seems to be a rockery, but after becoming a boundary eye, everyone will be automatically absorbed as soon as they approach it. Most of the places where Feng Ruqing used to practice are secret realms that have been specially cleaned up by the sect and are specially suitable for the training of low-level disciples. Even if

There are dangers, but they are within the range that can be dealt with.

But this time, it was really beyond the scope of what she could handle. Even Mu Liang was very cautious. After all, he could protect one person but not one door. That's why Chi Cheng and the others tried to break through the boundary to send a letter asking for help.

Mu Liang and the others were ready for battle at any time with their swords in hand, trying to buy more time for the boundary-breaking disciples outside. However, as soon as they entered the boundary, they appeared out of thin air in a house where they were trapped.

's yard.

Everyone was stunned for a moment while holding their swords, and then they saw a little boy in the yard, holding a bun in his hand, guarding his heart in a panic, with a bruised and swollen face, running towards the gate, that is.

Several sword-carrying men were running in the direction.

When the little boy ran in front of them, everyone raised their swords and were on guard, in case the ghost cultivator deliberately turned into a child and relaxed their guard. However, the little boy, holding the nest in his arms, quickly passed through everyone and ran towards the door.

Mu Liang tightened his grip on Qionglin Sword and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, it's an illusion."

It turned out to be an illusion. He still underestimated this ghost cultivator who could become a world. In the eyes of the world, there are usually intensive attacks, or direct encounters with the ghost cultivator's body. Illusions are the most troublesome kind, and they usually capture the things that people most long for and fear.

, disintegrate the will from the heart, and then disintegrate the force.

Seeing Mu Liang's cautious expression, all the disciples tensed up.

They tried to walk in the direction of the house, directly to find the ghost cultivator. However, the next moment they took a step forward, they appeared on the edge of a stream not far from the gate. The boy who had been running with the nest in his arms was killed by several children.

The child was pushed to the ground and punched and kicked.

Children are the most innocent and innocent, but many times they are also the most cruel. One of them struck hard and beat the little boy who was still protecting Wowotou to a bloody head. Half of his body was leaning in the stream.

Inside, blood flowed down the stream, dyeing a small area of ​​water red, which immediately frightened several boys around!

"It's over, it's over, are you dead? Are you dead?"

"I didn't use any strength. The dog's six lives are tough. My mother said, it won't die!"

"Pull up quickly. I heard that children's urine can cure diseases. I happened to have one. I'll treat him!"

Several little boys pulled the beaten little boy out of the water again, trying to throw away the clay pot in his hand, but the little boy closed his eyes and bit his lips.

Catch.

Several people lost their patience and kicked him a few times. One of them untied his belt and peed on the wound on the head of the little boy named Gouliu.

Feng Ruqing frowned as she looked at it. This environment was too real. She could even smell the smell of urine and blood. Mu Liang held her shoulders and squeezed lightly.

They tried to leave again, but no matter which direction they went, they would become spectators, watching the little boy being bullied.

Some people tried to attack the illusion, but their moves always passed through the environment lightly, like a punch hitting cotton.

"It should be an illusion of a ghost cultivator. Don't panic. He wants us to see it, so let's see it," Mu Liang said. "To cultivate a ghost as a soul, you have to endure unimaginable suffering. There are things that are difficult to accomplish but must be accomplished.

, this ghost cultivator can form a ghost world to trap us, I am afraid it is not just a ghost cultivator that creates souls, so everyone should be alert to the surroundings at all times."

The disciples held their swords in their hands and approached each other to guard their surroundings. Among them were the disciples from the Qingyuan Sect and the Xuanyun Mountain. At this moment, there was no grudge between them. They all had only one purpose, to rescue their fellow disciples and kill the ghost cultivator.

At this time, the scene changed again. The children who bullied Gou Liu had peed and walked away. Gou Liu was lying on the ground, his head and face covered with blood and urine. He was lying motionless. If it weren't for the pain in his chest,

It was rising and falling slightly, but it wasn't for the fact that he didn't let go of the steamed bun in his hand, it was as if he was dead.

Feng Ruqing couldn't help but think of the time when she was fighting for food with a group of beggars when she was a child, and she truly felt extremely uncomfortable.

Everyone saw Gouliu lying on the ground for a long time without moving, and they were discussing in low voices whether he had been beaten severely or whether his head was smashed and he couldn't get up.

Only Feng Ruqing knew that he was waiting to confirm that those people had really left and would not come back.

Gou Liu on the ground is really good at pretending, but Feng Ruqing feels a tightness in her chest. Every child is the most honest at first and won't lie. He can even breathe so slowly, pretending to be dead.

The same thing requires countless repeated exercises.

In other words, it was not the first time for Gou Liu to be beaten to death like this.

Feng Ruqing was reminded of long-lasting memories. Sometimes the little beggars would bully someone as fun. If you were beaten to the ground, you would lose the fun. They would pretend to leave and observe you, as long as you dare to get up.

, you will definitely be greeted with a fistful of fists and kicks.

One of the disciples asked, "Did he get beaten because he stole food?" He looked at Gou Liu who was still motionless and said, "After being beaten alive like this, he became a ghost and then used his living soul as a puppet?"

This illusion must have been created by ghosts, but that doesn't make sense. Another disciple answered, "When the disciples of Polomon sent a letter, it was stated that it was created by ghosts who gave birth to souls. If it is just evil ghosts who use the souls as their puppets, then Puluomen

The disciples must not fail to see that the practice of ghost cultivation must be practiced by living people who are not dead."

Sure enough, as they were talking, Gou Liu fully confirmed that the evil children were gone before he got up. Everyone looked at him and saw that the first thing he did when he got up was not to clean himself or to wolf down food.

He was protecting the steamed bun in his hands, but instead knelt by the water to clean the steamed bun in his hands.

The little hands, which were brightly bruised and swollen, struggled to stir up the spring water little by little, and washed the crotch clean, but did not rush to put it into his mouth.

All the disciples were confused, and so was Mu Liang. Feng Ruqing approached Mu Liang and said in a low voice, "He should be giving it to others."

Mu Liang turned his head to look at Feng Ruqing, thinking of her shriveled appearance when she first entered the house. His master saved her from a tide of beasts. Mu Liang still remembered that when she first went up the mountain, she wanted to open her neck when she saw the food.

As she stuffed it in, she felt a pain in her heart and touched her head.

Feng Ruqing rubbed it lovingly, and saw Gou Liu in the fantasy land taking the washed wotou, finding a clean leaf to put on it, and then started to wash herself.

He was really seriously injured, and his head was still bleeding, but he was much rougher than when he washed his bed just now. He didn't say a word or hissed in pain, and he washed himself numbly, letting the blood, water, and dirt flow through him.

His cheeks were extremely purple, but his eyes were as clear as spring water, and no bitterness or hatred could be seen.

When the washing was almost done, he carefully picked up the steamed buns on the floor.

Then the scene changed, he was holding a Wowotou and standing at the door of a dark, smelly dilapidated house. There was a thin woman in the house, bending down to wash something.

Gou Liu approached quietly. Everyone's perspective was synchronized with his small body. The smell of stench and decay came out. There were many buckets piled up in the room. In front of the thin woman was a large bucket of water.

Basin, she... is washing the basin.

Gou Liu hardly alerted her, and the woman did not notice Gou Liu. He slowed down and quietly placed the wotou wrapped in leaves on the only clean table in the woman's smelly house.

Then he opened and closed his lips and said something silently to the woman who had been bending down to wash the toilet.

Feng Ruqing's nose was filled with an extremely unpleasant smell. She held her breath and covered her mouth.
To be continued...