The man wearing a ferocious black and red mask looked like a messenger from hell, waving a blood-red folding fan and jumping like a dancer under the moonlight.
The strange masked man folded his fan and danced, and at the same time he opened his mouth and blew out a stream of fireworks, chanting:
"It's late at night, solitary lamp goes out, my heart is lost, my tears are cold on my pillow... I don't know where my hometown is, I look back sadly at the Wangxiang Terrace..."
"Err... Because Long Live thought I was ugly, he got angry and ran into me at the back gate..."
Like a mantra in the depths of the netherworld, the gate of hell opens when you chant oh. The indescribable gloomy and solemn atmosphere descends like a law and a rule of heaven.
at the same time…
The mist filled the air, and strange shadows emerged from the mist. The eerie sound of silk and bamboo drums played faintly, mixed with the sound of the dragging of chains and shackles.
The desolate abandoned ancestral hall suddenly seemed like a ghostland. It was shrouded in a gloomy and solemn ghostly atmosphere, accompanied by the sad words of the messenger from hell.
At this moment, the ancestral hall is like a stage, and the ghosts playing the wind instruments and dragging the chains are like the actors on the stage of the netherworld.
"...Come on, take down...the evil soul and suppress it under the Nine Netherworld..." The masked man's voice was dark and sinister, with an unyielding will.
The ghost energy of Pipa Boy and Torma, whose mana was greatly reduced due to severe injuries, became even more chaotic at this moment, and their ghost bodies became illusory at a speed visible to the naked eye.
They have very little mana left and cannot resist the ban imposed by the Masked Man's Nether Stage.
It's really unbelievable.
That evil boy suddenly transformed into a ghost official that they were naturally afraid of and hated even more than the upright spiritual official!
"Ouch——"
The emotions of fear and hatred broke out, and the Pipa boy and the Torma father screamed shrilly, like the autumn wind blowing through the graveyard, carrying the whimpering of the bone tomb.
They frantically aroused ghost energy, refined the power of their own dead souls, and tried to use the ghost escape method to escape again.
Ghost energy, death energy, evil energy, foul energy, blood energy, as well as negative emotions such as resentment, hatred, evil, violence, fear, etc., are mixed together and turned into a nightmarish, rancid black mist.
In this putrid black mist, the wind is howling, hundreds of ghosts are roaring, bones are covered in bones, and pus and blood are flowing.
The rancid black mist enveloped the ghost bodies of Pipa Boy and Torma, trying to break out of the ghost realm of the Netherworld Stage.
However, their ghost bodies seem to be trapped in a netherworld stage, shackled by invisible laws and cannot break through.
Watch helplessly as the soul-locking chains of ghosts lock their dead souls!
But the extremely putrid black mist became lighter and lighter, and soon turned into pieces of fishy filthy pus.
"Ey-"
The ghostly energy of the two ghosts was extremely messy, and their momentum became even weaker and weaker.
The skeletal ghost body of Pipa Boy began to fall apart, and the shroud of Father Torma also turned into ashes, revealing the ugly ghost body of wriggling rotten flesh.
The masked man closed his folding fan, and a cold and teasing voice sounded faintly:
"If it falls into my hands today and makes you so happy that your souls will fly away, my surname will not be Luo."
It is pity that two dignified seventh-grade ghost cultivators, who are considered to be respectable veterans of the ghost clan in this county, unexpectedly fell into the hands of a young man who had not been practicing Taoism for a long time.
It's really unlucky to say the least.
Luo Ning was not polite and directly used the Ling Dao technique to create a ghost hand and draw out the souls of the two ghosts.
Soul extraction and torture.
The two ghosts suddenly screamed pitifully and silently, and the entire dead soul was twisted in pain.
This young man is too vicious. Just ask him directly and we will tell you. Why do you want to suck out his soul?
At this moment, they felt extremely resentful.
Not only did he resent Luo Ning and Ge Laohui, but he also resented Xuan Qian.
I regretted agreeing to Xuan Qian to deal with these Luo brothers and sisters.
"So your name is Dad Shizi, the elder of the ghost fetus grave." Luo Ning smiled, "You are really talented in getting your name. Well, you once made seventy women pregnant with your ghost fetus, and you ate the ghost fetus yourself."
"You came here this time to harm my sister, right?"
Luo Ning's expression was indifferent, but his murderous intent was as strong as iron.
Unexpectedly, there are such vicious and disgusting ghosts.
Father Torma roared in pain and was unable to reply at all.
"Your name is Pipa Boy, the ninth young master of the Bone Grave." Luo Ning looked at Pipa Boy again.
His smile was beautiful, but it had an indescribable sinister feel to it.
"You're not bad either. You like to suck bone marrow from living people, and you also like to use human bones as pipas, haha."
Li Dingguo and Su Xian looked at the two horrible and disgusting ghosts with deep disgust in their eyes.
Luo Li was originally very scared, but now he was not afraid anymore.
The little girl stepped forward, enduring the cold atmosphere, and looked at the two ghosts with curiosity and a little fear.
"Bah, it stinks like hell." Luo Li pinched his nose and frowned and backed away, "It's so disgusting. Are all ghosts like this?"
The knowledgeable Su Xian replied: "Of course not. There are all kinds of ghosts, but not all of them are so disgusting."
Luo Li looked at Father Torma, his crescent-like bright eyes getting colder and colder, "Are you here to harm me?"
She clearly heard just now that brother said that this ghost had harmed seventy women...
"Third brother." She suddenly asked Su Xian, "Third brother is the most knowledgeable. Could you please tell me what method can be used to make the ghost die the most miserable way?"
"Well, besides dying miserably, it'd be best if it could also be useful."
Su Xian didn't care. He knew that although Luo Li was usually very well-behaved and sensible, her heart was definitely not that of an ordinary little girl.
She is a little different from other little girls.
Su Xian was indeed knowledgeable, and he said almost without thinking:
"It can make the death of ghosts miserable and painful, and it can also be beneficial. Of course it can be used to refine it into ghost bait to enhance the power of the soul."
Luo Ning's eyes lit up when he heard about improving soul power, and he quickly asked: "Third brother, can the soul of a ghost be used to cultivate soul power?"
He is now an eighth-level spiritual cultivator, and his apathy will become more and more severe. Just tonight, he felt that his sense of smell had begun to decline.
Next, the five senses may gradually decline.
If you are unable to develop a true soul within a year, you will completely lose your self-awareness and it is irreversible.
If I lose consciousness, of course I am dead.
By then, although the body is still alive, it is no longer itself.
But he didn't know how to cultivate his soul.
Su Xian replied: "The souls of ghosts of seventh grade and above can be used to make ghost bait, which can greatly improve the soul of a monk. It's also luck, big brother. The souls of ghost cultivators of seventh grade are not easy to get."
He was right. After all, the level of a seventh-grade ghost cultivator is already quite high.
"These two souls of seventh-grade ghost cultivators are worth at least three thousand taels on the spiritual market, and they are very popular."
Luo Ning couldn't help but laugh and said: "Really? That's really what was lost, and something was gained in the east. Today, I can be considered as making something."
What is more important to him now than improving his soul and preventing loss of consciousness?
His eyes became brighter, and he rubbed his hands eagerly, "Third brother, let me tell you how to make this ghost bait?"
When Pipa Boy and Torma's father heard "Ghost Bait", their roars suddenly became even more shrill.