Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Fourth After the White Rise, There Will Be No More Killing Gods
"Ring ring ring... ring ring ring..."
The dark wind blew by, and a string of melodious bells suddenly sounded in the forest. The ringing was clear and fluttering, but when it echoed in the forest, it gave people a very creepy feeling.
The ringtone lingers for a long time.
The only sound in the entire mountain forest was the distant soul-calling bell.
Zhao Lijun put down the branch in his hand and stood up suddenly in fear: "The soul-summoning platform under the soul-summoning bell...all the ghosts and ghosts come and go...Xiangque, you are very good, there is another soul-summoning platform hidden in the magic circle.
, I don’t believe how many dead souls and ghosts you can summon in this deep mountain and old forest. Our Maoshan and Longhu Mountains are the best at exorcising ghosts and warding off evil spirits. I don’t believe that the ghosts and dead souls you summoned can keep all of us here. Otherwise, wait.
From the day we go out into battle, our two great sects will have to settle this account with you."
At Longhu Mountain, the Maoshan disciples stood ready and stared cautiously at their surroundings.
"The soul-calling bell is ringing?" The clear and fluttering sound of the bell seemed to penetrate the entire mountain forest. Su Ho and Wang Kunlun, who had left the place for several hours, also heard it.
"You set up a trap for me a long time ago. You knew from the beginning that you had already won." Su Ho looked at Xiang Que with some frustration, a look of resentment on his face.
"You seem a little naughty," Xiang Que said back to her rather shamelessly, with his hands behind his back.
In an open space, several people who had planned to stop and rest before setting off tomorrow looked at the direction where the bell rang, their eyes looking at Xiang Que with a chill.
"You are so bad. Do you want to trap all those people to death in the formation?" Wang Xuanzhen took out a cigarette, lit one, and threw it to Wang Kunlun, Xiang Que, and Wang Laodan.
Wang Kunlun took the cigarette but did not light it. Instead, he looked at Xiang Que who was lying on the ground with his arms pillowed on his head and frowned: "Do you really want to leave them all in the forest? You don't have to leave them all for me."
You offend someone so harshly, and if the two Dao sects work together to deal with you, you won't be able to bear it."
"Are you ruthless? It doesn't matter if you've already offended someone ruthlessly or not. Anyway, when we meet in the future, everyone will have a bad face. If you don't take the opportunity to add insult to injury at this time, you will just cause trouble for yourself. Not all the people there will be tortured to death.
, at least Zhao Lijun must be fine. If he doesn't die in Maoshan, can he still use all his strength to chase me? As for Longhu Mountain, you can help me share some of the pressure."
Wang Kunlun looked at him with a complicated expression and said: "Xiang Que, given our relationship, it seems that you don't need to bear this debt for me. It's quite inexplicable that I owe you this favor. You must not have forgotten that I cheated you.
That time, you gave me a hard time and I felt a little unsure."
"Haha, that page has been turned over. As for why I offended Maoshan and Longhushan because of you? Come with me." The two of them carried the three people on their backs and walked to a deserted place.
Xiang Que slapped Wang Kunlun's yintang. The other party suddenly started and took a step back. He was about to fight back, but he hesitated for a moment and let Xiang Que's palm hit his yintang.
With one palm strike, Xiang Que pressed his palm against Wang Kunlun's Yintang and slowly drew out a trace of evil energy from Wang Kunlun's body using his own Tao Qi as a guide.
The evil spirit was extracted from Wang Kunlun's body and slowly condensed into a human form in front of him. The shape was just like Wang Kunlun. Except that the whole body was a bit illusory, it was 90% similar to him.
The evil spirit was very pure without any impurities. It was almost the same as the evil energy that Xiang Que and Cao Qingdao encountered at the bottom of the eighteenth floor when they entered the underworld.
"The evil spirit took shape, I really didn't miss it." Xiang Que waved his hand to disperse the evil spirit and sent it back to his body: "Wang Kunlun, I'm afraid you can't even count how many people you have killed in these years. You are not numb yet."
"I can still remember the first two or three years clearly, but now I have basically no idea." Wang Kunlun said lightly: "When you kill too many people, you feel that you are no longer killing people."
"Then what if another three years pass? Will you still have to kill people?"
"Well, as long as I live, many people will come to kill me, and I have to kill them."
"I saved you this time. You have to keep this favor to me until three years later. Then you can help me with something. The trouble of that matter may cost both of us our lives."
, and even three souls and seven souls may dissipate into nothingness.”
"You are better than me, so you still need my help?" Wang Kunlun was stunned and confused.
Xiang Que said: "It has nothing to do with Dao Xing. No matter how high my Dao Xing is, I can't condense the evil energy that you have. If your evil energy can be condensed into reality in three years, my chance of winning can be increased by another 10%."
The Yin Qi of the old tomb in Xishan is overwhelming, and only the evil energy can suppress it to a certain extent. If Bai Qi, the God of Killing, were still alive, he might be able to cut off the Yin Qi of the old tomb with a swing of his sword and let it dissipate between heaven and earth.
However, after Bai Qi, there is no more killing god.
Wang Kunlun was born. Although he could not achieve the fame of Bai Qi, he was already on the road to becoming the God of Killing.
"What do you mean, you want me to kill as many people as possible?" Wang Kunlun asked.
"In this matter, Longhu Mountain, Maoshan and the one where you robbed Tai Cemetery will become your stepping stones."
"If you say that, then I really don't have any burden on my heart." Wang Kunlun smiled. He felt that Xiang Que had better have some plans for him, otherwise the favor he owes would be a bit inexplicable, which would be too damn disturbing.
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"Maybe I just lived for three more years," Xiang Que said melancholy.
Wang Kunlun said nonchalantly: "I've made money in one day, let alone three years."
In the deep mountains and jungles of southern Guizhou, ghosts and ghosts rise from countless lonely graves in the forest and fly to the place where the soul-calling bell rings. }`Update... New * Fastest x; cool w... craftsman k) net 0b
Su Ho looked at the ghosts floating over the mountains and forest and remained silent.
Wang Kunlun showed a sneer.
Wang Xuanzhen said: "Many people have died unjustly in Wang Laodan's village over the years, and there are graves everywhere in the jungle. If you take care of the other dead souls, you will definitely be able to deal with them, but if you put the people in that village
The people in Maoshan and Longhu Mountains may have to curse their mothers if the ghosts they turned into after their deaths were attracted."
Although most of those who were used by Hei Miao Village to feed the poison voluntarily during their lives, they must have more or less regret and resentment at the moment of death, and because they died abnormally, they were sucked by the poison.
Most of the dead villagers who were killed by the spirit energy would definitely not be able to enter the underworld and be reincarnated, and would have to wander in the mountains and forests.
After entering the village, Xiang Que had already noticed that there were many ghosts and souls in the forest, but due to the magical weapons on his and Wang Xuanzhen's bodies, none of them dared to come out.
"The method is too light, will they still take me seriously in the future?" Xiang Que said with a smile.
Wang Xuanzhen said with great emotion: "Xiang Que, you are going to be famous this year."
"It has to be red like the sun," Xiang Que said proudly, raising his head.