A small blue stone was buried at the bottom of the pool by Qianchen. He deliberately placed it deep in the soil, and there were many spiritual stones placed around it.
This is deceiving one's ears and stealing the bell.
Qianchen smiled bitterly, let's do this for the time being and see how it works. He took off his shirt and entered the water. The water was very cold, but the temperature in the summer air was very high. After a while, it was fine. It seemed that he had to find a way to find some fire.
Lingshi, here will be a natural hot spring.
Ordinary spiritual stones can only provide a little spiritual energy to the lake, even slightly invisible, and are not as rich as the spiritual energy in the air, so he said it was a cover-up.
So delicious.
That slightly comfortable feeling came, and Qianchen relaxed completely. It should be the bluestone that worked, but I don't know how long this gemstone can last. However, that is a story for another day. Now just soak it in.
Three days passed by in a flash, and the market was deserted, with only a few people wandering around. Although it was completely deserted, you could still see a lot of defenders patrolling everywhere. Anyway, it was a very deserted scene.
For ordinary people, the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts is the kind of thing that people are afraid to avoid, so naturally they won't run around, especially when the news this year is not good and there are rumors that many people have encountered accidents.
No one wants to go out anymore.
As the sun sets, darkness descends on the earth, and the shadow of the Night Mountain outside Kyoto comes over. Looking from a distance, it looks like an ancient beast opening its vicious mouth and swallowing everything.
The aura of Kyoto was unusually abundant that night. Qianchen looked into the distance in the courtyard, feeling uneasy as to what was wrong. Logically speaking, Heian Jing was protected by four wards, so nothing should happen.
He looked at it from a high place, but his spiritual vision couldn't tell the reason. He shook his head and said that he no longer thought about it. He couldn't do anything without the strength, so he might as well practice the art of speaking.
Returning to the house, Qianchen sat cross-legged on the bed, triggered the star spell, and began to practice the art of speech and spirit.
midnight.
The sky above the Black Night Mountain is covered with dark clouds, covering the sky and the moon, while unknown beast roars can be heard from the depths of the mountain forest below. The mysterious deepest part seems to be filled with mist, and something is slowly opening up. The breath is like the breath of hell.
The door was opened, and evil ghosts began to wreak havoc in the world.
In the night sky, the bright moon disappeared, followed by a blood moon. At the same time, in the deepest part of the Night Mountain, somewhere no one had ever been, black clouds pressed over the top. Soon, black rain fell wildly.
The branches, flowers and grass all withered quickly, as if they were infected with the underworld's air, taking away all the vitality in the world.
This vision not only caused the palace, three major families, schools and other forces, but even Qianchen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, felt a trace of unusual depression. Maybe no one knew what happened, but they all realized
Something big must have happened.
The palace was the first to react and urgently notified all ministries. The three major families then took action to open the four-way barrier to protect Kyoto.
Palace cabinet.
"Pavilion Master." A mysterious guard dressed in black suddenly appeared aside and spoke to the Pavilion Master who was sitting high up.
The master of the pavilion hummed, his voice was strong, erratic, and had a strong majesty. The figure at the top stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at Kyoto, the scene of black clouds over the Black Night Mountain in the distance.
Everyone appeared in sight. This man, with his hands behind his back, was the cabinet chief in charge of the entire Kyoto.
The master of the pavilion stood in front of the window, with an invisible aura of superiority surrounding him, majestic and upright. The hall fell into silence, the master of the pavilion did not move, and the guard in black lowered his head behind him and did not dare to move rashly.
"Have the four enchantments been activated?" the Pavilion Master's thick voice sounded.
Guard in black: "Yes, Pavilion Master."
Pavilion Master: "Go down."
"yes."
The black-clothed guard nodded in response and disappeared without a trace in the next moment. He was obviously not a weakling.
Not only the palace, but all forces in Kyoto are taking action. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
At the same time, a surging demonic energy surged in the northern part of Black Night Mountain. Something seemed to appear there, but nothing was visible. Only the permeating demonic aura made people aware of it.
A mysterious sound seemed to come from the mist all over the sky, distant and empty, unable to be traced back.
"If our ghost tribe wants to rise again... we will command hundreds of ghosts in the world..."
"..."
Near Mt. Tanba in the north of Mt. Kuroyoru, and further north is the famous Mount Oe.
Endless ghosts are floating around, will-o'-the-wisps are raging, and demonic whispers are lingering. It's like the end of the world is coming, and ghosts are rushing out first. At the deepest place, it turns out to be an altar. I don't know who built it in what year. It has an ancient atmosphere that has existed since ancient times.
Black mist enveloped the altar, and the demonic aura here was so strong that a normal person would probably lose his mind and completely become a monster if he could not persist here for a few moments. But for monsters, this is a great tonic.
The concentration of the demon mist increased to the extreme, and with a flash of black light, the demonic aura suddenly gathered on the altar, and a figure with a naked upper body appeared. This was a man with a full head of black and white hair. He was angry, wanton and indulgent.
A perfect interpretation of this person. The flaming will-o'-the-wisp behind the man will never go out, surrounding him. He takes a step forward with his bare feet, and the demonic fire suddenly pours into his body, and the demonic lines streak across his strong chest, and then
Looking up, the fair face was a little cold, and he said in a nonchalant and domineering cold voice:
"I, my uncle, command all ghosts, the king is back!"