In the ghost village, five guardians headed by Deng Bochuan formed a half-moon shape, blocking the ghosts and ghosts from outside. Opposite them were dozens of strange ghosts.
Seeing my sluggish figure, the leading fierce ghost couldn't help but laugh and said: "Guardian, I think your trip is in vain. What these three statues are best at is swallowing people's souls. This generation of non-returners, I'm afraid
He is the worst person ever, he can’t even pass this level!”
Deng Bochuan and others remained silent and unmoved.
The fierce ghost snorted coldly: "You exorcists know how to pretend to be cold here. If you really have that ability, how can you get rid of the pit of ten thousand demons? Why do you have a narrow escape and no return?"
This fierce ghost cursed and kept making sarcastic remarks. However, Deng Bochuan and others remained silent and did not even look at them.
Suddenly, there was only a crisp sound of clicking, and the chattering fierce ghost hurriedly turned his head to look, only to find that the flesh and blood on one of the statues solidified quickly, and then quickly turned gray-white.
The statue that had just been restored actually solidified again.
The fierce ghost sneered: "I only solved one of the three statues. This guy is quite capable."
As soon as he finished speaking, the second statue suddenly froze, and the blue-gray rock spread quickly and solidified again in an instant.
Now the fierce ghost couldn't sit still, but he still said stubbornly: "Look, this kid hasn't woken up yet, and his soul must have been damaged."
The ghosts and civilians looked at each other there, feeling uneasy. Two statues in a row froze, and everyone felt that something was wrong. Only the leader of the fierce ghosts, in order to appease the morale of the soldiers, still said forcefully that it didn't matter.
Suddenly there was a loud roar, but the third statue suddenly fell to the ground. As soon as this guy fell, his stiff body broke into countless small stone figures.
These little stone figures were round and rolled on the ground, trying to escape.
It was at this time that countless flames shot up out of thin air, burning these little stone figures as they struggled and became extremely black.
Unable to withstand the high temperature, the stone people exploded one after another and were smoked black.
I let out a long roar, and my eyes suddenly became clear. I glanced at the two stiff statues and said with a smile: "You have been guarding here for hundreds of years, so you should take a good rest."
Before anyone could react, I had already picked up the short evil-suppressing stick and lightly tapped the two stone figures on their heads.
Even though I didn't use very much force, after the stone man hit it, it immediately fell apart and shattered like a piece of porcelain, leaving only stone slag all over the floor.
Deng Bochuan finally showed a smile. He raised his hand, and a fist-sized crystal ball flew out. The crystal ball was originally translucent, but it swept around the two broken stone figures, and countless black energy flew out.
Just drilled into the crystal ball.
"Young people must know how to deal with the consequences. It doesn't matter if the stone statue is broken into pieces. If it is not taken away, it will become a local ghost and become a statue to intercept the next person who does not return."
The dark crystal ball quickly returned to Deng Bochuan's hands. Except for one of the three statues, which I burned with the sun's real fire, the other two were all imprisoned by Deng Bochuan.
This kind of ghost actually has a lot of resentment. They are people who have gone to the road of no return, but they are unwilling to die here, so they block all those who try to take this road.
Apart from them, there will be one less obstacle on the road of no return.
When the ghosts saw the crystal ball flying out, they all took a step back. Since the crystal ball can take away the three souls and seven souls of the statue, it can naturally also take away the spirits of these ghosts.
The leading fierce ghost probably did not expect this outcome, and his face drooped as black as coal. When I stayed there, this guy was very proud and talked nonsense, but now that the three statues were broken, he immediately said something
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Deng Bochuan said calmly: "Get out of the way!"
Dozens of fierce ghosts were unmoved, their eyes flashed fiercely, as if they wanted to turn against each other and deny anyone.
Deng Bochuan smiled and said: "Zhang Wuxin, please be careful. This is the meaning of the existence of the guardian. The guardian does not go to the point of no return, but he is guarding against these guys reneging on their word! You can go to the point of no return, but you can't stop it.
These guys are attacking you in private!"
I nodded slightly, Deng Bochuan was right. There are no good ghosts in the Demon Pit. On the surface, everyone abides by the rules of the point of no return, but when it comes to getting impatient, the so-called rules are just empty talk.
Only with guardians around can the evil spirits in the Ten Thousand Demons' Pit be stopped.
After Deng Bochuan finished speaking, he said to the monk in gray: "Master Xian, have you not worn your cassock for a long time?"
Master Xian nodded slightly, and then pulled it from the package behind his back. Suddenly, a cassock of red cloth with gold threads rose into the sky like a red cloud.
The cassock shimmered with firelight and actually showed a faint golden color. When this light shone on their bodies, countless fierce ghosts found that their bodies were emitting black energy like chimneys.
This is when their three souls and seven souls are illuminated by the Buddha's light and evaporate like liquid.
The leading fierce ghost screamed and hurriedly retreated. As he retreated, he yelled: "Okay! Master Xian of Wuwei Monk! I will remember you!"
What he said was powerful, but he ran very fast on his feet. Dozens of fierce ghosts didn't even have the courage to look at that side of the cassock, and they fled in an instant without a trace.
I gave Master Xian a meaningful look, and I already vaguely understood the identity of this person.
It is said that in that turbulent era that preceded Deng Bochuan, there were five-flavor monks walking around the world who specialized in saving the souls of the dead and subduing demons.
The Five Flavors are named after sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. They are respectfully called the Sour Master, Sweet Master, Bitter Master, Spicy Master and Salty Master.
These five monks are of such high seniority that even Master Wuyue has to call them "Master" when he sees them. However, because they are too old, among the five-flavor monks, Master Sour and Master Lai have already passed away, leaving behind their golden bodies to guard the temple and protect them.
One side.
It is said that Master Tian went overseas in order to save a dead soul and disappeared. Master Ku, on the other hand, had been friends with Tiesanzhou for many years, but unfortunately he died in Jiuzhaigou.
When Yu Buren told me about Master Ku, he was very sad. It was really a great regret in life that he could not meet such a highly respected master.
The last Master Xian is also the youngest among the Wuwei monks. Although he is the youngest, he has lived to be at least ninety years old.
It's just that he has good health skills and is about ninety years old, but he looks like he is sixty years old.
If Master Xian is like this, the identities of the Taoists who are with him are probably not simple either.
But Master Xian threw out his cassock, and under the Buddha's light, countless demons and ghosts fled, no longer daring to stop me. Deng Bochuan didn't want to waste time here, so he walked across the ghost village.
As soon as we left the ghost village, we heard the fierce ghost roaring behind the ghost village: "Don't think that after passing the Three Statues, you can complete the entire journey of no return! I don't believe you can survive the military camp at the next stop!"
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I laughed and replied loudly: "Mr. Bo Lao, please think about how to repair your three statues!"
After leaving the ghost village, Master Xian put away his cassock, smiled honestly, and said: "The cassock of subduing demons is specially designed to restrain evil spirits, but in such a place where evil spirits gather, the damage to the cassock is also great. I don't know what will happen in the future.
No matter how many disasters there are, I must preserve my strength."
I said to Master Xian, "Thank you so much, Master, for protecting my path."
Master Xian grinned: "You're welcome. The little benefactor is here to save people. I can gain some merit by following the little benefactor."
After a few polite words, Deng Bochuan urged us to move forward quickly. After walking for about ten miles, we heard the sound of killing in the distance, carried by the night wind.
Yin Buyang, who had never moved a hand, suddenly said: "What a strong evil spirit!"
Deng Bochuan looked solemn: "He came specifically for us!"
I defeated the three statues, and my pride increased greatly. When I heard that Deng Bochuan was so cautious, I immediately laughed: "But I don't know what the test ahead is. Director Deng, once you come, you can take care of it. There is no need to guess.
Just keep moving forward!”
The Taoist priest smiled and said, "Young people are very impetuous, but I like them."
We climbed over a sand dune while talking and joking. As soon as we reached the top, we saw the wind and sand rolling in front of us, and the sound of killing was loud, as if there were thousands of armies and horses clashing.
In the wind and sand, there were faint flags of bones charging back and forth, but the wind and sand were so big that we couldn't see them clearly.
The Taoist priest took out a small bead from his arms and said with a smile: "I got a Wind-Fixing Pill a long time ago, and now I finally have a use for it."
The small bead looked unremarkable. At first glance, it looked like it was made of plastic. But as soon as he tossed it, the small bead floated in the air and slowly floated forward.
Below the sand dunes, there are strong winds and yellow sand in the sky. Logically speaking, since this small bamboo can float in the air, it must not weigh much. Once it is swept in by the wind and sand, it will have to drift with the current or even be torn into pieces.
But the small bead floated all the way, and despite being blown by the surrounding wind, it still floated forward leisurely.
Not only that, wherever the small beads go, the wind and sand stop, the turbid air drops, and there is no dust on the ground, which looks really weird.
Qin Zhong had a loud voice and laughed loudly: "Taoist Master Yue, this Wind-Fixing Pill is quite interesting! Do you have more? Old Qin, I'll give you something good in exchange!"
Taoist priest Yue smiled and said: "The manufacturing method of this thing has been lost. There is only one in the world. There is no other semicolon. The old Taoist will not change it with you."
Deng Bochuan glanced at Qin Zhong: "Old Qin, Dr. Yu has a project, which is about the research on Fixed Wind Pill. It seems to be developed using the theory of changing the surrounding temperature with a magnetic field to achieve air flow balance. Anyway, that's the same thing.
, if the research is successful, I will trade with you!"
Qin Zhong sighed: "Come on! Once this thing is mass-produced, it will still be worth a lot of money! Things are more valuable when they are rare, do you understand?"