Two or three things in the copy

During these seven days, it can be said that it is an invincible time. Ghosts cannot be eaten, Taoists cannot be killed, and monsters cannot be approached.

And if the soul produces spiritual wisdom within these seven days, the invincible time will be gone, and after the first seven days, it will not be lured away by the underworld, and it will be regarded as a ghost at this time.

The soul that has just become a ghost has only the memory before death, and as time goes by, the memory will gradually return in the form of reverse playback.

Probably a process from old to young.

Wu Mingkong found it very interesting. If the memory is upside down, then the cognition of ghosts will also be distorted.

What made Wu Mingkong even more interesting was that he searched the memory in the Black Mountain Ghost King, and found that there was no cognition about the underworld, and all cognitions were the same as everyone else's.

This underworld is the resting place of the soul.

Then it's gone, so simple that it doesn't even have myths and legends.

This is very strange. You say that a ghost does not know the underworld, which is as strange as eating without chopsticks.

But the fact is that people really don't use chopsticks when they eat.

When he came to the mansion of the Heishan Ghost King, Wu Mingkong let go of his shoulder-to-shoulder relationship with the Heishan Ghost King, and sat on the master seat without any politeness.

Then he summoned Heizi without any hassle. He hadn't summoned Heizi, a tool dog and mount, for a long time.

"Heishan, I think your Heishan city is pretty good, or you can borrow it from me for two days." Wu Mingkong felt that what he said was very euphemistic. It's okay to borrow it, and it would be fine to return it to him when the time comes.

The Black Mountain Ghost King's eyes widened, can he borrow it back?

"Don't worry, I'm a very trustworthy person. I will definitely repay the borrowed one, so I will use it." I will definitely repay it, but Wu Mingkong is not sure who will return it after using it.

If it was in the shape of Wu Mingkong after it was used up, then Heishancheng probably wouldn't want to go back, so it's no wonder Wu Mingkong didn't want to return it, it's because they didn't want to go back.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 321 Weird Tales ([-])

In the bright basement of the Heishancheng mansion, this is Wu Mingkong's newly dug laboratory.

Except for some inhuman ghosts and the trembling Black Mountain Ghost King with empty eyes, everything was clean.

Wu Mingkong wiped the strange liquid on his hands, and he understood the structure of the ghost, but he still hadn't found the reason for the soul to awaken into a ghost.

"Aren't you going to get the Yinquan today? Why are you still here?" Wu Mingkong put the scalpel back and asked.

The Black Mountain Ghost King shuddered, and the expression in his eyes gradually returned: "No more, I don't want any more."

"How can this work? Didn't we all agree, let's go." Wu Mingkong felt that the psychological endurance of the Black Mountain Ghost King was not good enough, it was just some small experiments, as for the collapse.

Then he picked it up and rode Heizi to the outside.

If he didn't go to Nanqi Mountain to ask for the Yin Spring, how could he have conflicts with those monsters called Grandma Fox? If there was no conflict, how could Wu Mingkong kidnap those monsters in a legitimate way.

Wu Mingkong is very well-behaved, unless the rules are not good for him, he is still willing to follow the rules.

"Nanqi Mountain seems to be in this direction." Wu Mingkong rode Heizi and dragged the Heishan Ghost King along.

Then he glanced at the Black Mountain Ghost King who was about to collapse, and couldn't help but grabbed it and shook it.

"Cheer up, don't be exposed when the time comes."

It's just that Wu Mingkong's words are useless to the Black Mountain Ghost King.

"It's really relying on the mountain to fall, relying on everyone to run, and I can only come by myself." Wu Mingkong was a little helpless, and his psychological endurance was too weak.

Then the squirming flesh and blood in the Black Mountain Ghost King's body immediately swelled, and began to crazily erode the Black Mountain Ghost King.

In the rotten body of the Black Mountain Ghost King, countless flesh and blood began to overflow, and then shrank.

"It's done, it shouldn't be revealed now." Wu Mingkong directly took over the Heishan Ghost King. As for the original Heishan Ghost King, Wu Mingkong was not a villain, so he ate most of it and kept a little bit as a backup.

Not only did he make the most of his status as the ghost king of Montenegro, but he also managed not to waste a single bit of it. He could be called an environmental protection expert.

Now that he has taken over the Black Mountain Ghost King, he can't go like this.

After all, it's not appropriate to ride a dog there. Heishan Ghost King's way of traveling is much more domineering than Wu Mingkong riding a dog.

The black mist and the wind intertwined all over the sky, and the Black Mountain Ghost King headed towards Nanqi Mountain mixed with terrifying Yin Qi.

Grandma Fox was sucking the energy of a man when she suddenly sensed the turbulent Yin Qi coming from the sky.

"The Ghost King of Black Mountain? I really can't be pinched like a grandmother." The outer human skin was torn off, revealing the real body of the white fox.

The berserk evil spirit rushed from Nanqi Mountain, and a huge white fox appeared in the sky above Nanqi Mountain stepping on the evil wind on all fours.

"Heishan Ghost King, you and I don't violate the river water, are you going to be a villain today?" A charming voice came from the mouth of the huge white fox.

"Evil guest? This king is here today to collect debts. Three days ago, a little fox in your Nanqi Mountain exchanged me, a Taoist, with Yinquan for evidence of a peach blossom bone. That little fox once said, let this king Three days later, Nanqi Mountain will fetch the Yin Spring, and now the three days have come, can Grandma Fox hand over the Yin Spring to me?"

The lingering wind and black mist directly shrouded the sky over Nanqi Mountain. Whenever Grandma Fox said nothing, the Black Mountain Ghost King would immediately strike.

It's just that Grandma Fox is not afraid of him, the Black Mountain Ghost King. This Nanqi Mountain is where her demon mansion is located. If the Heishan Ghost King comes today, she will accept it. Don't they all have to accept it?

Among the corpses on Nanqi Mountain, pink peach blossoms bloomed one after another, and the pink peach blossom miasma spread.

The evil wind and the peach blossom miasma swept away, clearing the black mist and the gloomy wind out of the sky.

"You are so unreasonable, you have no evidence or no witnesses, you come to ask for it, not to mention that I don't have the Yinquan, even if I have it, I shouldn't give it to you." The strength of the big demon in the mansion is not much different from that of the Black Mountain Ghost King.

"Evidence? This king certainly has it. If you don't believe it, you can call out all the little foxes in your mansion. This king will find you the little fox who sent the message that day." The Black Mountain Ghost King is confident full.

Don't be full of self-confidence, come to find fault, Wu Mingkong already knew that little white fox was defrauding the Black Mountain Ghost King back then, how could it be found in Nanqi Mountain.

And even if she can find it, Grandma Fox won't let the little fox in the demon mansion come out. This is a slap in the face.

If the Heishan Ghost King didn't overwhelm people with arrogance when he came, but came to visit politely, Grandma Fox would naturally agree, and it wouldn't be a big deal to let the little fox in the mansion come out to show him.

Even if the little fox with a peach bone was not her fox from the Nanqi Mountain Demon Mansion, she would still pay attention to him by being polite.

As for the Yinquan, she really didn't have it, even if the Black Mountain Ghost King wanted her to get it out.

But now the posture of the Black Mountain Ghost King is like a slap in the face from above, can she bear this grandma fox?

"Oh, it's so powerful. Based on your words, my Nanqi Mountain will have to obey orders from the whole government? Do you really think that Nanqi Mountain is your black mountain shadow?"

As the saying goes, the first strike is stronger, and the later strike suffers.

The Peach Blossom Miasma rolled towards the Heishan Ghost King, and the black mist that filled the sky reacted instantly, intertwining with the Peach Blossom Miasma directly.

"Since you, Grandma Fox, don't know what's interesting, don't blame me for being rude." Endless black mist gushed out from the body of the Black Mountain Ghost King, covering the entire Nanqi Mountain in the black mist.

It's just a little strange that this black mist is different from the previous black mist. This time the black mist does not cause any harm, but only isolates external detection.

But even so, Grandma Fox did not relax, but became more vigilant.

It is impossible for the Black Mountain Ghost King to do something meaningless.

"Hmph, you..." Grandma Fox also wanted to say a harsh word, but before she could say it, she felt a dizziness in her head, and the whole fox was groggy.

Then it fell directly from the sky.

It just didn't land on the ground, and was pulled by a huge force in mid-air.

"If it falls, the sample will be damaged."

In a daze, after Grandma Fox only heard this sentence, her consciousness fell into darkness and she passed out completely.

In the next second, in the entire Nanqi Mountain, ferocious beasts crawled out of the black mist. As long as they were alive, no matter if they were foxes or fox demons, they were all wiped out.

Not counting after catching them, I dug another three inches in Nanqi Mountain, and found a few plants that had just turned into demons.

Even the demon mansion in Nanqi Mountain was dug up, not to mention the walls, the mountains were not left, they were all dug away.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 322 Weird Tales ([-])

"It's strange, why the copy target is still displayed as 0, am I not the one who has experienced three weird things?"

Wu Mingkong looked at the target column of the dungeon with some doubts. The first time was the painted skin demon and the evil ogre, the second time was the little white fox rescuing Luo Qiu from the Black Mountain Ghost King, and the subsequent visit to the Heishan Ghost Domain, The third time was to catch Grandma Fox on Nanqi Mountain.

But so far, Wu Mingkong's dungeon target has experienced ten weird things and is still 010, which shows that these three times are not the weird things that need to be experienced in the dungeon target at all.

Wu Mingkong didn't think about it carefully either, if he couldn't finish it, he couldn't finish it, and if he couldn't finish the dungeon research, he changed to a random dungeon, and threw the dungeon away.

It's not that you can only open a random copy, anyway, the random copy is not consumed, so he won't get entangled in a deadlock.

Wu Mingkong was now concentrating on dissecting Grandma Fox, and he discovered an extremely strange thing.

Grandma Fox is also the same as the Black Mountain Ghost King. Whether the soul turns into a ghost or the monster activates the spiritual wisdom, the principle of this process is still unclear, as if it is an extremely idealistic thing.

Even the opening of the demon mansion is the same, the state is the same as that of the Black Mountain Ghost King opening the underworld, with a feeling in the heart, it was opened, without any causal frontier.

What surprised Wu Mingkong even more was that there was no luck in this world.

In other words, each species has infinite possibilities. As for the will of the world, Wu Mingkong has not discovered it, or even found it.

It's as if there is no such thing at all, rather than the situation where the will of the world in the previous copy was beaten to death by the will of humanity.

This dungeon is full of many idealistic things. He is like this no matter how the situation changes. He wants to go deep into the principle but has no reason to explain at all. He is just so confused.

Compared with the chanting practice of human cultivators, the practice of ghosts and monsters is somewhat polarized. One is to find all kinds of blood to supplement oneself, and the other is to worship the moon.

That's right, it's just pure moon worship, without any other assistance.

The blood-eating ghosts and monsters enter the country very quickly, even more powerful, but the spirit will become abnormal later on, and eventually they will go mad and die.

The ghosts and monsters who worship the moon are completely opposite. Not only are their cultivation speeds very slow, but their strength is not strong, but there is no problem with their spirit. There is only one problem. After being in the Yin domain, you will disappear.

After the disappearance of ghosts and monsters, friends also searched for them, but they couldn't be found at all, as if they had evaporated.

From the memories of Grandma Fox and the Black Mountain Ghost King, Wu Mingkong sorted out some common sense about these ghosts and monsters, and found that no matter which practice system they are in, they are all a big pit.

What makes Wu Mingkong even more helpless is that he still doesn't understand how they practice.

Even if ghosts and monsters eat blood to increase their strength, according to Wu Mingkong's observation of the feeding situation of Grandma Fox and the Black Mountain Ghost King, this is at most giving them two ounces of meat, and there is no such thing as transformation into cultivation.

But after Grandma Fox ate it, her strength increased.

It seems that this kind of thing has been written into the rules of the world in this dungeon. If you eat it, you should increase your cultivation base. Even if you can't, it will be born out of thin air for you.

"Although I don't know what human chanting practice is all about, but I guess it's as bad as this thing."

"However, worshiping the moon to practice, this may be a clue." Wu Mingkong always felt that energy cannot be born out of thin air. Even if he is granted royal power by heaven, he still needs to pay a price. Luck paid for it.

Wu Mingkong looked up at the moon, no matter how he looked at it, it was normal.

"Or is it actually nothing to do with the moon? It's purely just something to do with those ideals?"

No matter which visual system it is, the moon is normal.

But Wu Mingkong felt that there was something wrong with the normal moon.

Looking at the pale moonlight cast on the ground, Wu Mingkong tried to worship the moon with the moon worship method that Grandma Fox and the Black Mountain Ghost King remembered.

Although Grandma Fox and the Black Mountain Ghost King did not take the way of worshiping the moon, but the way of eating blood, there is still this way of worshiping the moon.

It's just that the two are slightly different.

Fortunately, the ceremony is mainly due to the difference in the time of worship. The time of worship for the Ghost King of Heishan is at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, when the yin energy is the strongest.

Grandma Fox is during the period when the moon rises and sets. As for human practitioners, it seems that they don’t worship the moon, but from Luo Qiu’s memory, Wu Mingkong also learned that there is a relatively good time for chanting, that is, The sun rises and the moon sets, but it's not called worshiping the moon, but the purple energy.

All three are inseparable from the moon.

Wu Mingkong was muttering words, holding a strange thing like Ruyi in his hand, and he was like a great dancer.

At this time period, it is the stage of moon rise and sunset, and Wu Mingkong is trying to worship the moon by imitating the method of worshiping the moon in Grandma Fox's memory.

"Watching the moon, looking at the sunset, I am puzzled..."

Wu Ming Kong read out a large paragraph of sacrificial text in an awkward and weird language. Fortunately, his body structure can be changed by himself, otherwise it would be impossible to read such a large paragraph of words.

Wu Mingkong even suspected that these words were the exclusive language of monsters, and normal people would not be able to read this sacrificial text at all. Even if they tried to read it with similar pronunciation, the meaning would be different.

When it was almost midnight, Wu Mingkong held this ceremony several times, but it still had no effect. In the end, he could only give up the moon worship ceremony of Grandma Fox and use the moon worship ceremony of the Black Mountain Ghost King instead.

"Xian Ah, Yue Yu, count the number of times..."

The Moon Worship Ceremony of the Ghost King of Heishan is even more awkward. This language cannot be read at all. The tone of this language is achieved by the vibrations generated by stirring the air with the spirit, and Wu Mingkong still cannot use the impermanence of flesh and blood to modulate the corresponding structure. Come.

Moreover, unlike Grandma Fox's dancing god, the Moon Worship Ceremony of the Ghost King of Heishan is relatively simple, as long as he spreads his arms to bathe his whole body in the moonlight, he looks like a psychopath.