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Chapter 138 Array

Sikong was shocked, and walked towards his blue and white ceramic urn.

Holding up the urn, it was heavy, as if the ashes of Sikong's body were really contained in it.

'Beng'er...'

After opening the altar, Sikong looked at the ashes urn, as if he was looking at a scene in the mirror, only to see a shining blue wave at the bottom of the ashes urn, reflecting a scene——

In the dark underground residence, there is a faint black air lingering, and ghosts often appear and haunt, wandering in the alleys and streets.

There is almost no black air, and there are only two or three ghosts wandering around on the nearly [-]-meter stone platform, and there are more than a thousand jars of urns.

At this time, there was a person on the stone platform with his back to the field of view, whose appearance could not be clearly seen. He was holding a jar of urn and looking inwards.

This person is Sikong!

Sikong suddenly raised his head, startled and confused, and stared at the ashes altar in his hand again. He saw that the inside of the altar was gray, as if the night had just fallen. He seemed to be able to scan the whole situation at a glance, but when he took a closer look, he couldn't see clearly.

"Where is this place? It's fine in the house. Why did you fall into this situation as soon as you stepped out of the gate?"

Sikong frowned, and scanned the entire underground residence condescendingly. The houses were row upon row, with traffic, and occasionally there was a villa standing in an open place.

There is black ghostly energy visible to the naked eye floating in the air, especially in a few places, where the ghostly energy condenses into water and cannot be dispersed by waving hands.

One of them is the residence of the ancient Buddha, the ancient western villa.

Sikong looked far into the distance and saw terrifying and tall ghosts suddenly appearing, entrenched on the cross on the villa, turning the cross into blood!
Suddenly, with a movement in Sikong's heart, those Xuemei eyes became extremely deep, filling the entire underground residence into the eyes, and rays of light entered the eyes.

The Eye of Origin!

It seemed that the origin information of this origin object was too mixed and complicated. Sikong felt his eyes were extremely dry and tingling. Even his mental threshold was fluctuating, making Sikong's brain dizzy.

After a while, a piece of information from Scale Claw was parsed out——

The dimensional array of life and death reverses life and death, spans Yin and Yang, and was created by stealing the tombs of ancient civilizations.
Origin Compendium: Origin of Dharma

Simulation level: low

Origin Derivatives: Changing the World

Note: The original object has twelve reversible defects, suspected to be man-made, with unknown effects

Sikong was thoughtful, but he didn't retract the Eye of Origin. The color of the blood plum in his eyes became more intense, and they slowly spun around, and then the entire ghostly underground residence changed its appearance.

There are no man-made buildings in the traffic, and the stalactites hanging upside down seem to have turned into bottles filled with fireflies, with light spots floating in it.

The entire underground space becomes a free gas.

Groups of black and purple flocs fluctuated, like sparks shot out of a pile of firewood, sucking the black air all the time.

They are ghosts.

At the same time, in Sikong's vision, the street paved with metallic bricks turned into wide and broad red lines, connecting and branching, forming the shape of a cross.

The strange runes on the brick body became some kind of conduction medium, vibrating at a frequency that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

"Huh? That is?"

With the operation of the Eye of Origin, the true appearance of this underground residence was reflected in Sikong's eyes. Sikong saw on both sides of the red lines, corresponding colored pillars in the shape of three-dimensional columns, imprinted on them.

The array pattern engraved on it, with the strange runes as the carrier, also vibrates at a frequency that is difficult to detect with the naked eye!

One of the colorful pillars stood in Sikong's small western-style building in the East Ninth District.

Judging from its position, it is a buckle chair nailed to the ladder, symbolizing the status of the little boss!
Then, the significance of the other colorful pillars is self-evident.

36 small bosses, four big bosses, poisonous wolf, a total of 41 colored pillars stand in every corner of the red line, forming horns with each other, looking at each other in peace.

Especially the stone platform under Sikong's feet, the whole body is golden yellow, and the air-like dissociation actually forms the appearance of a huge golden toad, but the eyes, mouth and nose of this golden toad are exaggeratedly protruding, and its appearance is strange, like chimneys.

The mouth of the toad is bluffing in one direction, which seems to have some special meaning.

Golden Toad is located in the center of the cross line, firmly fixed on this formation!
The metal brick body is the array veins, which communicate with each other, and outline the outline of the dimensional array of life and death.

The 41 colorful pillars are the town palace, each performing its duties, and achieving power for the dimensional array of life and death.

And that golden toad is the eye of the formation, which is the key thing in the life and death dimension formation, and has the finishing touch effect.

In this way, the base camp of the Poisonous Wolf Star Bandits is actually built on a huge formation. According to the information from the Eye of Origin, this formation seems to be made by the predecessors, who stole the tomb of an ancient civilization!

Sikong faintly discovered the secrets related to the entire Poison Wolf Star Bandit. Although he didn't know why he would step into this weird space, the best plan for now is to leave quickly!

His eyes were silent, the color of the blood plum was slightly dimmed, and the entire underground residence returned to the dead silence of the traffic. Sikong walked in one direction without hesitation.

There is the reversible flaw in the life and death dimensional array in the eye of origin, and the opportunity for him to leave this strange space is probably in it!
'Swish, swish, swish! '

Sikong ran like thunder, the houses and courtyards on both sides quickly moved away, and then disappeared, being left behind by Sikong.

But the ghost transformed by the previous little boss of the East Ninth District was like a maggot attached to the bone. When he saw Sikong leaving on the stone platform, he chased after him again.

Fortunately, along the way, Sikong also discovered that as long as he didn't break into the dark alleys or the territory of some ghosts, those ghosts who only left the most venomous obsessions in life would not care about him.

Otherwise, God knows how many star bandits have died in the underground residence over the years, and how many of them are dead souls of cultivators whose cultivation level far exceeds Sikong!The gathering of these dead souls, not to mention Sikong, even if the contemporary poisonous wolf came, it would be more or less ominous.

Damn!

A cold breath enveloped Sikong fiercely, and even his back was covered with frost. From the corner of his eyes, from the stagnant water in the potholes of the street, he saw a sunken chest quietly stuck behind him, and the whites of his eyes rolled. A terrifying ghost covered in corpse spots.

Sikong took a breath, exerted strength in his tendons, turned his spine upside down, and flew up into the air.

With a move of his mind, the membranes of the world flowed out from above Sikong's ankle. Sikong was ruthless to the enemy and even more ruthless to himself!
The fetal membranes of the world directly passed through the tip of his tongue, making the thick and thin lines covered with traces of blood, forming a bloody net.

As soon as Sikong grabbed the world's membrane, his hands were like shaking sieves, he wrapped the world's membrane around the whisk, and chopped it down on the back of the little boss ghost!

The little boss flinched instinctively, turning into clouds of black ghostly aura, and scattered from the spot.

And Sikong had a sneer on his lips, not surprised at all, he twirled a whisk mane with his fingers, and the world membrane was stretched in the wind, with traces of blood on it, directly passing through a cloud of ghost energy.

"Ahhh!"

There was a shrill scream, piercing the eardrums, and saw that the ghost energy was more than half thinner, and quickly drifted away, not daring to approach Sikong again.

"It's just a ghost without a brain, what's there to be afraid of? It's just a trick!"

Sikong sneered, and didn't stop for a moment, taking a step of seven or eight meters away, rushing towards the destination.

(End of this chapter)