The war between humans and monsters ended with the destruction of monsters.
But this demon island is very weird. The souls of the dead cannot escape from this demon island and are trapped here forever. All the souls have become lonely ghosts over time.
What surprised Mu Yu was that these resentful souls exuded powerful soul power and glowed white all over. They were different from the souls Mu Yu had seen before.
When fighting against the Ghost Sect in the past, those resentful souls were more like unconscious beasts that only knew how to run rampant, but these resentful souls on the island just flashed white light and did not rush towards Mu Yu, but stared at Mu Yu.
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Mu Yu was stared at a little creepy. It would be fine if these souls rushed over to fight him. He could at least take out the wood spirits and kill them directly. But at the moment, there was no soul coming towards him desperately, which made him
Somewhat at a loss.
"Strange, these souls... they are conscious!" Xiaoshuai was extremely surprised!
"Conscious?"
Mu Yu found it incredible that without the powerful special methods after death, such as the Soul Fixing Formation of Father Kumu and the special skills of the Ghost Sect, there would be no way to preserve the consciousness of the soul. Once time passes, it will
The consciousness of the souls was swallowed up, but Xiaoshuai said that these souls still retained their consciousness.
"Finally I saw a cultivator on the island!" A white shadow suddenly floated in front of Mu Yu's eyes and said in a very ethereal voice.
This girl’s soul can really talk!
"Hello?" Mu Yu greeted him very politely. Etiquette will leave a good impression on people everywhere, even if the other person is not a human.
He looked at the white souls in front of him. Anyway, he had seen all kinds of strange things. He had also seen live and dancing corpses in the underground palace of the Sand Eagle Demon King. It was not surprising that these souls that had died for thousands of years could still retain consciousness and speak.
So hard to accept.
How can I say that when I met Mr. Lu and Mr. Turtle in the Second Heaven, they were also souls preserved by special methods.
The soul that spoke in front of him was a middle-aged monk, still wearing the clothes he wore when he was alive and dead. He looked like a monk from a certain sect, but Mu Yu didn't recognize this sect. As soon as this middle-aged monk appeared, many white shadows turned into
They took on their real-life appearances and began to appear around Mu Yu, looking at Mu Yu.
"It has been five thousand years, and finally a living person has come to this island!" the middle-aged monk said, looking very confused and excited. Seeing Mu Yu was like seeing a rare treasure.
"Yes! I didn't expect that someone would find this place after so many years." A fat old man sighed.
"Finding this place is also a kind of fate. I wonder if I can help us." A young woman stared at Mu Yu closely, as if she wanted to see something from Mu Yu.
Mu Yu felt a little embarrassed when he saw him. A group of souls just saw him for the first time and each expressed a bunch of mixed emotions. This scene was too weird.
"I'm just passing by to pick up some soy sauce. I don't want to disturb everyone's rest. Can I leave?" Mu Yu asked tentatively.
He did not feel hostility from these souls. Based on the idea of "I will not offend others unless they offend me", he did not need to use wood spirits to drive away these souls.
The middle-aged monk laughed: "This island is divided into two factions. If you leave our territory, you will be killed by the demon tribe. Do you plan to go to the demon tribe's side?"
"Why?"
Mu Yu didn't quite understand. Could the souls on this island form gangs?
"My name is Bo Hong. These are He Liankong and Mu Mengfei. What are your names?" Bo Hong, a middle-aged man, introduced the fat old man and the young woman to Mu Yu.
Bo Hong did not introduce the other souls, but these three souls were obviously headed by these three. Mu Yu hesitated for a moment, and felt that there was nothing to hide, so he said: "Hello, seniors, my name is Mu Yu, from - from the Danding Sect.
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Mu Yu originally wanted to say Luochen Sect, but he thought that no one had heard of Luochen Sect, so he simply said Danding Sect. Danding Sect has been passed down for thousands of years and has a great reputation. These people should know that after all, alchemists are in the world of cultivation.
Still very popular.
The fat old man's name was He Liankong. He said in surprise: "You are from the Alchemy Sect? That is my descendant! What level of alchemist are you?"
Mu Yu spread his hands helplessly. He could find the seniors of the Aland Cauldron Sect. What else could he say?
"What level of alchemy am I? This... let me think about it..."
Mu Yu touched his chin. To be honest, he had never considered this issue. He felt that he was a half-baked alchemist, or not an alchemist at all. It was just because of his special ability that he could firmly eat
Determine each alchemist.
"You are such a young kid and you have the cultivation level of the distraction stage? Are you not a sixth-level alchemist?" He Liankong asked in surprise.
A sixth-level alchemist? Mu Yu nodded. Anyway, the poison technique he learned from Father Kumu was enough to make him comparable to a sixth-level alchemist, so he didn't feel guilty at all in admitting this.
"I didn't expect that our Alchemy Sect would have a junior with your level of talent! Good! Good!" He Liankong couldn't help but praise.
"Why do you, an alchemist, come to Demon Island alone? Is there anyone else coming?" asked the young woman Mu Mengfei.
When she said this, Mu Yu suddenly remembered that there were people from the Ghost Sect on the island. He quickly said: "Ignore this for now. The Ghost Sect people have also entered the Demon Island. They came specifically for you souls. You haven't seen them."
A ghost sect member?"
"Guimen? No, apart from you, no other human race has set foot on this island. If the Ghosts come, we will know about it." Bo Hong said very confidently.
"Are you so sure?" Mu Yu looked at Bo Hong doubtfully, because he remembered clearly that when he was outside the island just now, he clearly felt a powerful ghostly energy rising into the sky from the demon island.
"boom!"
The third explosion sounded again, and then a monstrous ghostly aura rushed up in the distance again!
"This is the aura of the ghost disciples!" Mu Yu said, pointing to the ghost aura in the distance.
He Liankong laughed: "You misunderstood, this is Gui Yuzi fighting against the demon clan. Gui Yuzi was a ghost clan member when he was alive, but there are no living ghost clan members on this island."
Guiyuzi? Mu Yu remembered that when he was in the Moyun Mountains, when his master was framed by Gui Xuanyue, he once mentioned a person, and that person was Guiyuzi!
Feng Haochen once said that the magic of Guiyuzi's lineage was harmful to nature and was the reason for Guiyuzi's demise. Unexpectedly, Guiyuzi was trapped on this island!
"Fighting with the demon clan? The demon clan is still alive?" Mu Yu asked in surprise.
Bo Hong shook his head: "There are no living people on this island, you are the only one. Five thousand years ago, we humans and demons fought bravely, resulting in countless casualties. The dead humans and demons all turned into souls, but we still used
The soul forms are fighting for territory."
"No one can touch each other between souls. How can you fight with each other? Rock, paper, scissors?" Xiao Shuai asked curiously.
Mu Yu held back his laughter. He knew some of the limitations of the soul. The soul is virtual and can hurt living people, but it cannot kill each other. This is a very strange rule of heaven.
"You will know if you come with me." He Liankong didn't care at all about Xiaoshuai's teasing. Instead, like a big hand, the majestic soul power rolled up Mu Yu and flew towards the ghost energy in the distance.
Mu Yu looked at the soul power emanating from He Liankong's body in surprise. Everyone will generate soul power after death. He knew this, but this soul power would leave the body, dissipate in the world, and be taken away by the Sanzhong Palace.
Transformed into the power of the Triple Palace.
However, He Liankong and others seemed to have retained their soul power completely after death. Could this be the reason why they did not lose consciousness?
Heliankong flew with Mu Yu for a while, bypassing the hills full of gravel, and stopped at the top of a hill. Then Mu Yu's expression became very shocked.
"This -" Mu Yu was shocked. He finally understood how these souls fought.
Standing on the top of the peak and looking down, there is a huge basin. There are two huge and strange-shaped skeletons in the basin. The two skeletons are spliced together from different bones, which looks very weird.
One of the skeletons is about ten meters tall. It looks like a person. The huge head is made up of various small human skulls. Many places on the body are inlaid with cool Reuters. On the left hand are various ribs and legs.
A sharp bone knife is made of bones, and the right hand is a huge shield made of various pelvic bones.
There is also a pair of huge wings on the back, but the wings are assembled from shoulder blades. They are not so much wings as they are weapons for attacking the enemy. Each joint is composed of a human skull.
Upon closer inspection, you can find that the soul of a human monk is attached to those skulls, and there are two smaller versions of the soul standing in the eye sockets of the huge head. These souls seem to be controlling this huge skeleton and another skeleton.
The fight is indistinguishable.
The skeletons on the opposite side are all composed of the bones of various monster beasts, which are obviously controlled by the souls of the monster people.
The skeletons made of bones by the demon people are more selective and the patterns are richer, because after all, they have a wide variety of monsters, flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, crawling in the water, swimming in the water, etc., while the humans can only use human skeletons to piece together, which seems much monotonous.
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The two skeletons were fighting fiercely under the control of their respective souls. The hard bones collided with each other, and the dull sound of impact was endless. It was like watching two giants fighting, very barbaric.
"You brought your own remains and bones to fight?"
Mu Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This situation was too incredible. Souls couldn't fight each other, so they pieced together their own bones to fight against the demon clan?
"That's right! We call these huge assembled skeletons 'bone warriors'! So far, our human race has won 708,961 games in this kind of fighting!" Heliankong
said.
"What about the demon clan people?"
"Of course they lost 748,961 games!"
"Then how many games have they won?" Mu Yu asked again.
Heliankong snorted heavily and seemed very annoyed by this question.
"After the demon clan members die, they will turn into demon beasts again, so their bones are much more malleable than ours. Now they have won eight hundred and nine thousand and twenty-seven games." Mu Mengfeitihe
Lian Kong said.
Mu Yu opened his mouth, the souls on this island are so idle!