"Perhaps it is the foundation of the underworld after the destruction of a small country in the Middle Ages.
It's just that Wu Chengzhu Bo said it was a wild ghost, so it was a wild ghost.
Anyway, you don’t belong to the Yin Division system and are not under the jurisdiction of the Yin Division. No matter where you come from, you are still a wild ghost!"
As Wu Cheng shouted, his voice was like thunder, rumbling throughout the city.
There was originally a cloud of light above the sky, emitting light and covering the entire ghost town.
However, between the token and the big shout, the cloud light displayed by the earth vein aura suddenly dissipated.
The entire ghost town turned from light to darkness in an instant, as if the lights were turned off!
But the consequences here are a thousand times more terrifying than turning out the lights.
As the cloud light dispersed, suddenly, a dark wind emerged, and a black wind howled by.
Scratching on the city wall, sparks flew everywhere.
Scraping on the tower, the wood building the tower suddenly creaked, even as if it had been cut by a knife, exposing wounds.
As for the defenders, it was even worse. Under these strong winds, each one screamed pitifully, as if they had been struck by countless weapons, and exploded into clouds of black mist.
However, before the black mist closed again, it completely dissipated in the wind.
"Yes, this is the wind transformed by the evil spirit..."
When Zhao Fang met him, he immediately understood.
A ghost town has existed for thousands of years, conquering all directions, defending enemies, and doing other things. In short, the resentment accumulated over such a long time must be quite big.
Coupled with the resentment brought from the human world...
As long as there is rule, there must be people being ruled. Then there must be resentment!
It’s not surprising that it even accumulates into evil.
It's just that the ghost town was originally protected by cloud light transformed from the earth's spiritual energy, so there was no serious problem.
But now, the cloud light has receded, and these resentments have turned into the wind.
"Also, Uncle Ghost was originally a mountain god. Although he is not the mountain god here, he is still very important.
The token written by Master Wu Cheng must have the power of Uncle Ghost, so he drank it and let the cloud light dissipate."
Thinking of this, he became more and more certain that this operation was definitely not a random act, and there must be Uncle Gui's orders behind it.
Without waiting for Wu Cheng to speak, he already took the initiative and said: "General, I'm asking for orders to lead the encirclement and suppression of these wild ghosts!"
"Go for it!"
"Here!"
As Zhao Fang spoke, he drew his sword and shouted, leading his Yin soldiers to rush towards the city!
…
The place illuminated by the green lantern is very narrow, no more than three or five steps away, and it cannot be seen any further away.
Almost all I can see is the feet in front of me, and I just keep moving forward in a hazy way. Everything around me can't be seen clearly, it's just drifting, as if I'm stepping on clouds and mist.
When it was almost dawn, the light began to grow fainter and eventually went out completely.
At this time, everyone in Wuli discovered that they and others were actually in a high mountain.
The mountains here are steep and continuous, and there are no trails.
It's either ravines or ravines, or cliffs.
How did they, a group of dozens of witches and so many carriages, get into a place like this?
"Witch Master, where is this?" Qin Feng turned around and asked in shock.
"We are still in Hengting Mountain, but we are almost at the junction with Xiling Mountain. If we go further, we will reach Chengzhou!"
Qin Feng asked curiously: "Uncle Qiu, how do you know this?"
"Nonsense, there are hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers around here that I haven't walked through?
When I followed the old witch master, I traveled through all the nearby mountains.
Even this time I am waiting for success, I proposed it to the Witch Master!" Qiu Yuan said with a smile.
Tao Xiaowu smiled slightly and said: "Chengzhong has had inconvenient transportation since ancient times. It is said to be locked by four fortresses and the golden city is thousands of miles away.
I'm going to find a place with excellent Feng Shui aura and build a place to live here. I won't get involved in the worldly affairs... Well, it's better not to set up a flag!"
In movies and TV shows, when a certain person says to his companions and friends, I will retire after this operation - I will withdraw from the world...
In short, people who say such things will not end well. They will definitely retire and cannot withdraw from the world.
Either he died in the final act, or his friends and relatives died, and he wanted revenge...
"Witch Master, what is Flagg?"
"Well, this is the language of ancient wizards. It probably means a curse, a good spirit that doesn't work, a bad spirit or something like that!"
Tao Xiaowu said casually: "I haven't slept all night. Everyone has to eat and rest, and we have to go on the road at night!"
"only!"
After listening to the order, everyone hurriedly gathered firewood and made a fire to cook.
After eating and drinking hastily, they each took a rest.
Tao Xiaowu didn't sleep. He sat cross-legged and silently. When he looked inside, he saw the Yin Shen in Ni Wan's realm, languid!
In order to repay Marquis Yang Fu's kindness, he slashed out two swords.
He killed the court angel with one sword, but his fate backfired.
The law is not applied to noble people!
Because the noble person has luck protection, he is immune to most spells.
However, the semi-physical attack of Feijian could not be blocked, and he was killed by Tao Xiaowu.
However, Tao Xiaowu also suffered a backlash from luck and was seriously injured.
In addition, he used the sword of wisdom to cut through the world of mortals, helping Marquis Yang Fu cut off his fateful relationship with the imperial court.
In this way, although Yang Fuhou lost most of his power, he could escape freely.
The luck of Chen Zhi, Bai Sheng and others is all implicated in Yang Fuhou. Once Yang Fuhou's luck is cut off, they will also be cut off.
Even Tao Xiaowu himself, even though Huijian cut the world, his connection with the fate of the court was cut off.
But there was still a little involvement. Once Yang Fuhou broke it off, Tao Xiaowu was completely freed.
It was just that sword, trying to cut through such a powerful fate tie on Yang Fuhou. Even if Yang Fuhou was willing to cooperate, it also cost Tao Xiaowu a lot, and he also suffered backlash.
As soon as he came back, his whole body immediately became old and shriveled.
Fortunately, the ghost official Guo Yuan came to kill him, allowing Tao Xiaowu to regain some blood.
Although he has not been completely cured yet, he is finally getting better and is half recovered.
"Wu Yuan's Fire is actually a very low-level Yuan Tian's Fire...but the flames look similar, so it's hard to tell them apart!"
When Tao Xiaowu thought this, the Wuyuan Fire in Niwan's domain jumped slightly, turning from ice white to pure white.
"This is... Bai Chi's meaning!"
Whether it is the power of ghosts and gods, luck, etc., all the power that is real and can be manifested in the netherworld will show its color.
Different levels of power naturally have different colors, which is also the division of the levels of ghosts and gods.
Bai Chi is naturally the lowest level!
Even those Confucian scholars who had just died and were reincarnated in the underworld were all white in their sexual light.
The red flame is the color of the series of ghosts, immortals, and ghosts.