Han Guangling was almost carried into the dry well by the ghost in red. Everyone who saw this scene was extremely angry. Qiu Yinshu exclaimed and shouted: "It is the source of evil."
"Hurry and save people." Zhou Jinshan and Li Conghan reacted extremely quickly. With their divine power blazing brightly, they rushed in from the entrance of the courtyard and immediately jumped into the dry well one after the other.
Following closely behind were the eldest grandson Jiang Xue, Yu Maoting and Yang Yin. These three people ran to the mouth of the well and looked down. They turned back and said, "It's a dry well. Go down and have a look."
After speaking, the eldest grandson Jiang Xue jumped up and entered the dry well for the third time.
Then there are Yang Yin and Yu Maoting.
Wu Buyong's personality has always had a rebellious side. He has never been fooled around by a ghost. After Yu Maoting, he was the sixth to rush over, but before he could jump down the dry well, he suddenly let out a whimper.
The cry for help came from outside the hospital.
Everyone looked back subconsciously, and their hearts almost jumped out of fear.
At the entrance of the courtyard, the ghost in red was holding Han Guangling, who was pale and covered in blood, with one hand and smiled conspiratorially at everyone. Seeing another Han Guangling appear, everyone present was a little startled.
"again?"
I don't know who asked, and immediately everyone looked at Qiu Yinshu.
Ouyang Chenhang's eyes were full of solemnity, and he wished he could grab Qiu Yinshu and asked: "Qiu Yinshu, what's going on?"
Qiu Yinshu's eyes were horrified, he was holding his hair with both hands as if in disbelief, and said in shock: "I...I don't know, how could this happen?"
"Asshole." Ouyang Chenhang glared at him, and the divine power of water surged out from the soles of his feet. At this time, he was still the Yushu Linfeng, the extraordinary heroic Ouyang Chenhang. He completely turned into a wave, carrying with him
Waves of tsunamis broke into waves, and they rushed out crazily.
Ouyang Chenhang's speed was not slow, but the ghost's speed was even faster. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared outside the courtyard. Everyone followed him out in unison, only to see Ouyang Chenhang chasing after him on the big waves. The ghost was three
Gui Liangguai disappeared without a trace.
"You still won't chase?"
Wu Buyong gritted his teeth and gave orders. For a moment, everyone looked at each other and chased into the distance. But just after they left, another gloomy and sly laughter resounded from all directions.
Compared to before, this sneer was actually composed of more than a dozen voices, filled with loud echoes. When Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong turned to look over, they were stunned.
Outside the small courtyard of Bufeng Village, at least a dozen ghost figures in red were carrying a Han Guangling. They laughed insidiously, seeming to be laughing at Feng Jueyu and others. Their joking expressions were so shameful that Feng Jueyu
They couldn't help but want to destroy these ghosts in red.
This is true for people as calm as Feng Jueyu, not to mention Wu Buyong. Wu Buyong was so angry that he was filled with smoke. His abundant earth element power formed a thick holy armor, and yellow smoke was rising from his head.
He was obviously very angry.
Seeing this scene, Feng Jueyu's heart suddenly sank. More than a dozen of these red-clothed ghost figures suddenly appeared, each carrying a Han Guangling. They neither took action nor ran away. They clearly wanted to separate them.
It is best to defeat them one by one. If it falls into its path, the consequences will be disastrous.
Feng Jueyu was alert, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold Wu Buyong down and said, "Be careful of his plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain."
Wu Buyong grinned angrily and gritted his steel teeth. The scimitars in his hands were sharp. He stared at a group of red-clothed ghosts and said angrily: "I know he wants to separate us, but Wu may not be afraid.
them."
Feng Jueyu is speechless. This man is so stubborn. He knows clearly that it is the source of evil and is still trying to show off his stubbornness. You really think you are made of iron.
Feng Jueyu hurriedly said: "Brother Wu, calm down. If you fall into his scheme now, wouldn't you be playing into his hands?" Feng Jueyu said, using the power of his divine consciousness, the five-color divine consciousness made a decisive sound with a roaring echo.
The drink brought Wu Buyong back to his senses from the edge of anger.
"Then what do you think we should do? There are so many ghosts, we can't just sit there and wait for death."
Feng Jueyu said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid. Even though there are many sources of evil, there is only one Han Guangling. Do you still remember what Brother Qiu said?"
Wu Buyong was just a little stubborn. In fact, he was not stupid. When he heard this, he immediately became alert and asked: "Illusion?"
"It's just a charm technique." Feng Jueyu sneered, and two balls of incandescent fire burned brightly in his pupils.
His sharp eyes may not be able to tell which of these red-clothed ghosts are real and which are fake, but now that his soul consciousness has greatly improved, and he has practiced internal and external techniques, it is not easy to identify the red-clothed ghosts.
Feng Jueyu looked at it, and a shining gray-black light quickly moved around in a circle. Then, Feng Jueyu pointed to the right and a ghost figure said: "Here..."
Wu Buyong just turned his head, and before he could ask: "How do you know?" Suddenly, the ghost shadow let out a sneer, and quickly formed a dozen shadows into one, and then jumped up and down on the roof.
"Chasing together."
Wu Buyong was not confused this time. He roared and ran towards the beam, followed by Feng Jueyu.
Both of them were not weak in cultivation, and their physical skills were astonishing. In just a few minutes, they caught up with the rooftop and started racing wildly behind the red figure...
But after chasing after him, Feng Jueyu suddenly realized a very serious problem. He looked back and saw that Qiu Yinshu had disappeared at some point. He asked: "Have you seen Qiu Yinshu?"
Wu Buyong didn't raise his head or open his eyes: "I didn't see it." After saying this, Wu Buyong noticed something was wrong with Feng Jueyu's tone, and immediately asked in confusion: "What happened to him?"
Feng Jueyu let out a bitter laugh, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I always think there is something wrong with him. Now it seems that we are very likely to be tricked."
"Are you saying that these were all arranged deliberately by Qiu Yinshu?"
Feng Jueyu said: "I have no evidence, I just feel something is wrong. Forget it, let's catch up with the ghost in red first."
Wu Buyong grinned and cursed: "If I knew it was him who tricked us, I would never let him go."
Feng Jueyu glanced at Wu Buyong with a disgusted look and did not respond, but secretly thought: If Qiu Yinshu did this, we would have been tricked a long time ago. God knows where Qiu Yinshu went to see us.
What a joke, will you catch him easily?
Even if Qiu Yinshu is caught, he may not be his opponent. What's the use of saying these angry words now?
Feng Jueyu knew Wu Buyong's temperament, and knew that if these words came out of his mouth, Wu Buyong would definitely lose his mind. Now that everyone is being pushed away from the mountain, their chances of survival are greatly reduced.
If Wu Buyong had a bad temper and only knew how to follow and kill without knowing the details of the matter, he might not even know how he died in the end.
Feng Jueyu shook his head, said nothing, and followed Wu Buyong all the way out.
The two people did not chase him too far, and the red-clothed ghost seemed to have a limited speed. After passing by several farmhouses, the red-clothed ghost jumped into a dry well with Han Guangling.
This time, Wu Buyong was not in a hurry to go down. He came to the mouth of the well and looked at the bottomless dry well. He turned around and asked, "Brother Feng, what do you think we should do?"
"Go down." Feng Jueyu gritted his teeth and said, "Now that he's here, let's see what tricks he plays. But if we go down together, we can't be separated no matter what happens. If he catches the opportunity, the trust between us will be broken."
It just disappeared.”
Wu Buyong's eyebrows relaxed, and he immediately understood the connotation of Feng Jueyu's words. Yes, the source of evil is so weird. If they are separated, even if they are reunited, the credibility they had before will be gone.
He knows that even if he talks to the world, it will be of no use.
Trust? God knows whether the source of evil has changed into one of them. If so, wouldn't it be extremely troublesome?
Feng Jueyu asked Wu Buyong to wait for a moment, then put away Huang Tianjue, Ah Da, Er and Ah San, took out an extremely long Netherworld iron chain and tied it to his wrist, and handed the other end to Wu
Needless to say: "Come on, tie me up, so we won't be separated no matter how we go."
Wu Buyong nodded happily, that was the only solution for now.
He grabbed the iron lock in his hand and wrapped it twice around his left wrist. Then the two of them jumped into the dry well one after the other...
When the two jumped, Wu Buyong fell into the dry well one step ahead. Feng Jueyu then jumped up and down with Wu Buyong, and they were more than a few meters away. They knew that this was the Well of Souls mentioned in Qiu Yin's book, but they didn't.
I know that after jumping into a well, I lose my ability to fly.
The two of them suddenly felt their bodies falling suddenly and desperately. For a moment, they were unable to control it, and their expressions suddenly changed.
"Brother Feng, be careful, you can't fly here."
"I noticed it, so be careful."
The mouth of Lihunjing was not big, and could only accommodate one person to pass through. The two jumped in one after the other, as if they had fallen into an abyss. At this moment, something happened.
Around the Well of Fierce Souls, ghost claws seemed to stretch out, black air swirled around, and the sound of wailing ghosts penetrated the eardrums. The sound was so loud that it seemed to drive people crazy.
In the ghostly Soul Well, there were countless ghost hands in the small space. Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong were both a little panicked, but their reactions were timely. Just after the ghost hands appeared,
, the two of them released the power of their spiritual consciousness.
The space was too small to perform, but Feng Jueyu was not afraid. He silently used the secret of mutual restraint of Liuhe refining method, and waves of suction surged out from the sea of consciousness, as if turning into a whirlpool, pulling those ghosts away.
The Qi was inhaled into the sea of consciousness without exception, and then a multi-colored consciousness shone brightly in the sea of consciousness, instantly defeating the consciousness of countless wronged souls. After getting rid of the ghost hand, Feng Jueyu looked at Wu
Not mediocre.
Relatively speaking, Wu Buyong was in much more pain. He didn't have Feng Jueyu's soul-collecting technique, so he could only use the power of his spiritual consciousness to hold on. Fortunately, he had the God-Shou Pill and the Ghost King's Corpse Powder, and he couldn't hold back for a while.
Will be eaten by the innocent souls, Feng Jueyu quickly followed the same method and eliminated a large number of ghost-hand innocent souls for Wu Buyong, and Wu Buyong breathed a sigh of relief.